TURNING POINT
A BONDAGE CLUB STORY
Chapter 1 The Arrival
I hesitate at the doorbell, fingertips hovering over its surface. The plaque beneath reads “Ms. Valeria”. Her message on my phone echoes in my head: “Be punctual. Wear nothing beneath your coat.” I swallow, my collar tight against my throat and finally press the bell. The door opens immediately, as if she’d been waiting right there. The door swings inward to reveal a lean girl with eyes like fractured ice. She wears a full latex suit and speaks in a soft yet, somehow menacing voice:
“Ms. Valeria is occupied, I am Cassia, you’ll undress here. Now.”
The girl reaches out and flicks open the top button of my coat.
“Three minutes past nine.”
She doesn’t touch my skin yet; the threat of it vibrates in the air. Behind her, the hallway stretches into shadow. I fumble with the next button, my hands trembling as I start to regret agreeing to go on a blind date with somebody totally unknown to me.
“Slower than expected,” she murmurs, “Ms. Valeria dislikes disappointment.”
A faint sound drifts from deeper within the loft – leather striking flesh, a gasp bitten short. Cassia’s smile widens fractionally.
“She’s breaking in the new one. You’re next.”
Finally, I manage to unbutton my coat and let it fall to the floor. The air prickles against my bare skin as a strong shiver rocks my body.
“Better” Cassia concedes, stepping closer, suddenly shoving me backward until my spine meets the cold concrete of the entry wall. Her other hand traces the line of my jaw. I lower my eyes as another shiver runs through my body.
“You tremble nicely,” she observes, licking her lips, then continues “Ms. Valeria prefers her toys restrained before presentation.”
She takes out a pair of heavy metal cuffs and looks at me coldly, expectantly. I extend my trembling hands submissively, my eyes staring at the floor as I breathe out a loud sigh. Cassia’s eyes narrow slightly.
“Smart toy,” she says matter-of-factly, her latex-gloved fingers tightening the cuffs on my wrists until the metal bites into my skin. From the shadowed hallway comes another sharp crack of leather, followed by a choked whimper that sounds suspiciously like my own voice mirrored in pain.
“You hear that?” Cassia breathes in my ear, her cold palm sliding down my thighs. “That’s Elara. She lasted seventeen minutes before begging. Let’s see if you break Ms. Valeria' new record.”
She snaps a chain leash on my collar, then yanks it hard, pulling me stumbling forward onto the wooden floor.
Chapter 2 Valeria
The hallway opens into a cavernous loft. Ms. Valeria stands silhouetted against towering windows. Below her lies a naked girl—Elara—her back livid with crimson welts.
“Cassia,” the tall woman speaks in a velvet voice “Why does it smell of … indecision?”
Cassia shoves me forward.
“The toy hesitated at the threshold, Mistress.”
She kicks me in the back of my right knee and I drop down, hitting the floor hard, gasping. Elara whimpers, her eyes darting to me. The Mistress finally turns slowly, her stiletto heel grinding into Elara’s thigh as she pivots.
“Indecision becomes submission,” she purrs, as she gazes at me, studying me from head to toes.
“Cassia, demonstrate the cost of hesitation.”
Cassia’s knee hooks beneath my chin, forcing my eyes upward while she produces a thin leather strap from her belt and says:
“Elara learned quickly.”
With a vicious snap, the strap lashes across my collarbone. Fire blooms beneath my skin. Behind me, Elara says faintly:
“Don’t scream. It excites her.”
I let out a loud yelp as the stinging pain shoots up to my brain and squirm on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back. Another lash lands almost instantly two inches below the other and I groan in pain, fighting back my tears, as a second red welt appears parallel to the first one. Valeria watches with detached curiosity, her heel pressing deeper into Elara’s thigh until the girl whimpers:
“She didn’t mean it, Mistress!”
Cassia grabs my hair, wrenching my head back.
“Pathetic,” she scoffs, “But Mistress prefers broken things polished, not shattered.”
Valeria nods absently, her gaze fixed on my trembling knees.
“Stand her up, Cassia. Against the Saint Andrew’s cross. Elara—clean yourself.”
She tosses a stained towel at Elara’s feet without looking.
“Then prepare the violet wand. Our new toy needs… grounding.”
My eyes widen as horror sets in. Shaking my head in dismay, I whimper pleadingly:
“Not that … please … not that!”
Cassia laughs as she hauls me upright by the chain.
“Pleading already?” she mocks, dragging my shaking body toward the steel-framed cross.
Valeria intercepts my terrified gaze, her thumb tracing my quivering lip.
“The wand clarifies truth, pet,” she purrs. “Your fear smells exquisite.”
I let out another frightened whimper as I spread my legs instinctively, placing my ankles in position to be attached to the cross.
Cassia snorts at my instinctive positioning, her latex gloves clamping cold steel shackles around my ankles with brutal speed.
“Trained reflex,” she mutters against my ear as she detaches my cuffs and yanks my hands above my head, quickly attaching them to the cross.
Valeria approaches with a violet wand humming menacingly, its electrode glowing purple in the gloom. Elara hesitates by the stained leather couch, towel forgotten in her hands as she watches my bound body tremble against the cross in silent solidarity.
Chapter 3 A Violet Wand
Staring at the wand, fear gripping me, I tug on my shackles, tensing all over. I grit my teeth audibly, breathing heavily, my breasts moving up and down as droplets of sweat flow down my temples. Valeria notices my tugging against the shackles and smiles—a slow, predatory curve of lips—as she presses the humming violet wand against my inner thigh. The electric current surges through me, burning like lightning, locking my muscles in a rigid arch against the cross while Cassia pins my hips against the steel frame with her knee.
“Breathe through it,” Cassia murmurs, her fractured-ice eyes gleaming with dark amusement as I scream my lungs out, writhing and squirming in my bindings.
My screams echo through the room as Valeria presses the violet wand higher—just beneath my ribs—where the current locks my upper body in spasms. Cassia clamps a hand over my mouth, muffling the sound into choked groans while her other hand pins my hips against the cross. Valeria observes my writhing body with clinical detachment, the wand humming louder as she traces it toward my collarbone’s already inflamed welts.
“You tremble beautifully,” Valeria murmurs, withdrawing the wand just enough to let me gasp for air. Her stiletto taps a deliberate rhythm on the parquet.
“Cassia, release her jaw. I want to hear her beg properly.”
Cassia removes her hand, smirking then slaps my face hard, barking:
“Gather yourself, slut! You’d better have some nice words in you. You do like talking, don’t you?”
Valeria leans in, her bergamot scent engulfing me, in sharp contrast to the scent of my own sweat and fear.
“Ask me to stop,” she commands softly, her thumb stroking my lips. “Beg for mercy.”
I purse my lips in a clumsy kiss pressed to Valeria’s finger, then I spit out words, stuttering and panting:
“Please, Mistress! Have mercy with this slut! I will do anything you want me to, just stop the burning!”
Chapter 4 Anything?
Valeria freezes mid-stroke, her thumb still pressed against my lips as my stuttered plea hangs trembling in the air. Her dark eyes narrow—not in anger, but in predatory fascination—as she slowly withdraws the humming violet wand.
“Anything?" she repeats, her voice a velvet trapdoor swinging open in front of me.
Cassia’s grip tightens on my hips, her gaze darting to Valeria with hungry anticipation.
I nod rapidly, my mind blurry, focused on only one thought Make her stop, just stop the shocks.
“Yes, Mistress, yes! I beg you! Anything! Anything!”
“Prove it,” Valeria barks, then turns to Cassia and says “Bring her” as she nods toward Elara cowering by the couch.
Cassia releases me with a contemptuous shove against the cross and strides toward Elara. The bruised girl scrambles backward, fresh tears streaking her swollen face.
“N-no, Cassia…” she whimpers, but Cassia grabs her hair, dragging her across the parquet floor until she collapses at Valeria’s feet.
“Pathetic. I thought she would’ve learned by now. Cassia?” Valeria sighs and hands Cassia the wand.
Cassia wrenches Elara’s wrist back, snapping the wand upward against Elara’s own throat. The girl convulses silently, collapsing as she passes out.
Valeria looks down at Elara’s twitching body, tracing a welt with her stiletto tip.
“Disappointing,” she murmurs, then looks at me.
“Your turn, pet. Begging earned respite. Now, action earns freedom.”
Cassia unlocks my restraints with a metallic click.
“Kneel,” Valeria commands, pointing her heel at Elara’s unconscious body. “Show me gratitude. Use your mouth.”
I instantly drop on my knees, more collapsing than a controlled movement. “Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress!” I utter, then crawl towards Elara.
Cassia’s boot plants itself between my shoulder blades, forcing my face toward Elara’s welted ribs.
“Clean that mess. Start with licking her wounds clean." Valeria’s voice slices through the room.
I instantly stick my tongue out with a whimper and run the stiff tip over one of Elara’s welts a couple of times, before pressing the entire surface of my tongue to her skin. With long dog-like licks I graze her cracked skin, tasting her blood in my mouth, while tears flow silently down my cheeks.
As I drag wet stripes across the girl’s welts, each lick drawing a faint twitch from her unconscious body, Cassia’s boot grinds my spine deeper into the task, chuckling:
“Lick like you mean it, bitch. Cleaner than she deserves.”
Valeria watches with squinted eyes.
“Faster,” she says impatiently, her boot nudging my trembling thigh.
I pick up pace and start licking frantically, like a bitch in heat, as a cold shiver runs through my body. My tongue moves in a frenzy all along Elara’s body, as I drool on her skin and slurp my own saliva mixed with the dark-haired girl’s sweat and blood. My frantic licking becomes a desperate rhythm, tongue rasping over split skin, slurping blood-saliva mixtures from Elara’s ribs until Cassia’s boot lifts suddenly from my spine.
Valeria crouches before me, her gloved hand seizing my jaw to force eye contact.
“Enough,” she breathes, her thumb smearing my lipstick across my lips.
“You’ve earned your first lesson in devotion.”
I look at her briefly, submission and surrender in my eyes. A faint whisper, a trembling voice, an acknowledgement as much as an acceptance:
“I am yours, Mistress”
I purse my lips and kiss Valeria’s thumb then my tongue dashes out between my lips. A long lick on the gloved thumb from it’s base to the tip. A whimper. Then I lower my eyes with a loud sigh.
Valeria’s thumb slides deeper into my mouth as my tongue traces its latex-coated length, her gaze tightening with predatory approval.
“We will see,” she murmurs, withdrawing her thumb slick with my saliva before seizing my chin.
“Your devotion is noted—but untested.”
The Mistress lifts herself up and kicks Elara’s unconscious body sharply, then turns to me and says:
“Bring this failure to the restraint bench. Your new toy needs chains, not kisses.”
My eyes widen. My body tenses and starts trembling like a leaf. I squeeze my eyes and ponder for a brief moment, hesitating, fighting with myself. Then, finally, I stand up. My head spins, yet I grab Elara’s body under her arms and start dragging her to the bench as if in a bad dream.
Cassia kicks a stray shackle toward my feet with a metallic clang, her eyes tracking my trembling hands positioning Elara’s hips against the bench’s padded edge. Valeria circles the bench slowly, her stiletto heels clicking like a metronome counting down my resolve as she murmurs:
“Secure her ankles first—tight enough to bruise the bone.”
I kneel and pick up the shackles. My hands tremble as I snap them on Elara’s ankles, attaching them to the bench*. Bruise the bone?* My head swirls and I ponder for a brief moment. Would she notice? Can I … I tighten the shackles, then … tighten them more clenching my teeth as a cold shiver runs down my spine.
Valeria leans over my shoulder, her breath hot against my ear:
“See how easily cruelty becomes instinct? Now the wrists, just as tight.”
I obey. What is there else to do? I am hers. She made me hers. Now I am just a toy for her to play with as she pleases. Snapping the shackles on Elara’s wrists, I give her a quick wet kiss on her lips and whisper in her ear, as if she could hear me in the depths of her unconsciousness:
“I am so sorry. So, so … sorry, but I don’t have a choice. You know that, don’t you?”
Valeria’s gloved hand descends onto my shoulder and she snarls:
“Sentiment is weakness, pet… and weakness bores me. Cassia?”
Cassia picks up a heavy single-tail whip from the wall. She nudges me aside with a kick as she positions herself over Elara’s restrained body.
“Watch closely,” Valeria commands, her thumb tracing my lips again, “this is how you break a thing properly.”
Cassia’s first strike cracks across Elara’s welted back like a gunshot, jerking the girl into a ragged gasp. The second lands lower, snapping her spine into an arch against the restraints as she screams her lungs out, now fully awake again. Valeria observes my flinch with detached amusement as Cassia methodically paints fresh crimson stripes over old bruises, each lash punctuated by wet, choking groans from the bench as Elara’s screams fade, her voice hoarse and faint.
“Pain is poetry,” Valeria murmurs, her palm sliding possessively down my spine, “when the instrument understands rhythm.”
I fidget on my knees, as I watch Elara’s ordeal, biting my lips hard, almost bloody. My body instinctively leans back rubbing against Valeria’s hand while she grazes my back, my head tilts and I press my cheek to her thigh submissively, letting my long blonde hair brush her leg. Valeria’s thumb traces my bitten lips, her palm tightening possessively on my ribs, while Cassia’s whip cracks rhythmically behind me.
“Your empathy is charmingly useless,” she murmurs, as Elara’s choked screams escalate into raw, animalistic sobs that echo through the room.
Cassia pauses, panting slightly, her eyes locking onto me with predatory interest … waiting. As I catch her glare, I shudder. My eyes wander from Cassia up to Valeria, then back to Cassia, questioningly, puzzled, worried. Valeria looks down at me and says menacingly:
“Your confusion is noted, pet—but hesitation now would disappoint me.”
I look up at Valeria with pleading eyes, as fear sets in. Utterly lost, I mumble:
Mistress? Wh… what would you have me do?
Valeria’s thumb digs into my chin, her voice sharp and cold, almost … lethal.
“Still asking questions?”
She yanks my face toward Cassia’s coiled leather whip resting on Elara’s welted thigh, her command slicing through the silence:
“Take it. Prove your devotion isn’t just pretty whimpers.”
I freeze. My entire body tenses in a time-stopping instant. My brain seems to short-circuit, as the realization of what she wants me to do sets in. I close my eyes for what seems to be an eternity, then, letting my head hang low, I whisper barely audible.
“I can’t. I can never hurt anybody. It is not in my nature.”