Lotus Valley
Copyright© 2025 by Dylan Dekker
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Lotus Valley, once the site of an experimental matriarchal commune, hides secrets of forbidden desires and power. When four college friends arrive for a birthday getaway, they awaken spectral echoes of wild, gender-reversed parties—where women rule and men submit. The group gradually succumbs to the hidden energies of female empowerment, and find unspoken urges inside them awakening. A romantic and sultry tale of femdom and male obedience.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Mind Control Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Historical Horror Mystery Paranormal Ghost Magic Sharing BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Orgy Black Female Oral Sex Pegging Safe Sex
“18, 19, 20.” Toby holds the last rep for a second, his eyes squinting and his muscles straining. It’s more weight than he usually lifts. Not a personal record, by any means, but he’s pushing himself this morning. Usually, the morning after a party, he doesn’t work out. He’s too hung over and stays in bed. Today, he woke up early, and while his body was sore from everything that had happened to him, he wasn’t hung over. He wasn’t certain what he was feeling. Nor did he want to think about it. Which is why he immediately came here.
He wipes his brow. He’s still exhausted. And during breaks, it’s hard not to think about the past few days. This room is where he’d first encountered Lily. Or the ghost of Lily. Or fucking whatever. The whole thing is bizarre, but that’s not his concern.
He can’t have liked it. Guys like him don’t like that. Guys like him get blow jobs and fuck. They don’t suck dicks or take it up the ass. The very words, as they cross through his mind, make him shiver a little. He starts another set of bicep curls. “1, 2, 3...”
It was all magic, though. It’s not as though he liked it.
“9, 10, 11...”
Right? He’s not supposed to like it.
“... 18, 19, 20.”
He stops and breathes. The moment keeps coming back to him, no matter how he tries to silence it. He could have just stood up. A moment of pure clarity. He saw the mirror, and all the magic melted away. He was in complete control of every limb. Every joint. Maybe the house was giving him a chance to walk away. Or maybe he always could have. But he didn’t. He stayed on his hands and knees while those women used his body. Why? It’s not as though he liked it. Because he’s not supposed to.
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