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Suspension Bondage, A BDSM Novel

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Suspension Bondage, A BDSM Novel by Chris Bellows

Sunny Sudenskaya is a mischievous eighteen year old, who has just emigrated to the United States from Eastern Europe—illegally. The nymph-like beauty has perfected her talent for oral gratification, exchanging blow-jobs for passage to her new life in the US. But she’s looking for far more than oral sex to satisfy her carnal needs. Sunny has a penchant for masochism. Her desire? A modernized version of an ancient African tribal torture that employs a intricate means of suspension bondage. All she needs now is the right sadist to carry out her cherished fantasies for extreme submission.

She seeks out Dr. Winthrop Samuels, a medical professional who’s been known to enjoy bdsm as a recreational pursuit. While cautious in making any commitment to the girl, he can’t resist her beguiling charm. He soon proceeds with the elaborate and most unique bondage apparatus that is required. In painstaking and methodical steps, he’ll take the unsuspecting Sunny far further into the extreme bondage fantasy than she ever expected to go, as she becomes the doctor’s hanging trinket.

Sunny and Dr. Samuels will soon be joined in their unusual bdsm pursuits, by female dominant Henrietta Anderson and her feminized male maid Kim.


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“I will go slowly with you, Sunny. But I reiterate, there will be no going back. I’m not really sure how this can be reversed. You saw the napkin. My contraption is frightfully efficient. Rather reminds me of firing a gun, such devastating results from the simple pull of a trigger.”
Sunny nods in thought. There is no hint of reservation. It appears that she is indeed thinking of the napkin and the relative permanence of the embedded circle of nickel cobalt. To remove it one would need to shred the cloth.
“It is quick, this ‘gun’ of yours?”
“You saw how quick.”
“I prefer something slower. Something that challenges me... suffering that I must overcome... if I can.”
“That will come as well. You shall endure both.”
In turning onto First Avenue, the cab picks up pace. I note that the driver cannot see Sunny in the rear view mirror. And in approaching wave after wave of traffic lights, he only has opportunity to glance back on occasion. I remove my contraption and again show it to Sunny.
“Quick. Painful. Permanent. And I shall enjoy using it on you, Sunny. Probably as effective as a brand or tattoo.”
She shudders. Yes the brisance of the masochist. The delightful mental conflict which the curious proclivity brings.
“Will I bleed?”
“About as much as you would in receiving a hypodermic injection. The device creates an initial pinprick which I have designed to instantly widen to accommodate the circle of metal... which with equal quickness folds at the perimeter to form the smooth opening you examined... and make it unremovable.”
“Where?”
“Any place I decide. That is for me to control... not you.”
She nods. There is fear... but there is enjoyment. Her eyes glaze in thought.
“Ready to begin your journey, Sunny?”
She nods. There is reluctance but acceptance... the masochist long ago having surrendered herself to life as a pin cushion.
I lean. My left hand reaches to the back of her neck. I note that my curiosity is indulged in that I can indeed grasp enough hair to guide her head. In one smooth and continuous motion I tilt back her head, my right hand lifts the contraption.
“Steady now, Sunny. Bear a little pain for me. Be a good girl for Dr. Samuels.”
As I slip the prongs up her nostrils, I am reminded of my years as an intern, offering the myriad of injections to frightened children. I press, pulling the trigger on my peculiar gun. It clicks. It snaps. There comes the stifled shriek of a little girl. I quickly withdraw. A handkerchief is offered. There are more tears than blood. As described the opening is small. Plus I have pierced the cartilage of her septum well up her nostrils where there is limited circulation.
I have grommeted the interior of Sunny’s nose. Not detectable to the unwary. But I cannot dismiss Sunny with a mere puncture... a little hole between her nostrils. No I have in my pocket a little clasp with a slim connecting cord. And as she dabs away her tears... not a word of protest I note... my hand returns to thrust the open clasp up her left nostril, thread it through her new grommet and hook it down her right nostril where it clicks shut.
“Feel better Sunny? A girl like you pines for control. And you shall have it.”
A little tug on the cord demonstrates. The tension cannot be resisted. That pretty little head moves about in response as I toy. And Sunny stares into my eyes in wonderment. Yes, sometimes the role of the sadist is fulfilled by saying ‘no’. But other times it is more fun to offer an emphatic ‘Yes’.

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  1. Posted by Unknown on 23rd Apr 2010

    Suspension Bondage by Chris Bellows
    Reviewed by Tobias Tanner

    This novel is about sadism. There is no remorse or regret, just cruelty taken to high art. It is not about suffering, or even subjugation. It is about control of one human being by another or, in this case, several other human beings. It is about molding and forming a narrow form of perfection from the rough clay that is humanity. It is about creation, not to put too fine a point on it.

    Sunny Sudenskaya is a masochist with a plan. She wants to be suspended; not hung from ankles or wrists, but from perforations through her skin. Bellows has invented a tribal form of testing from Africa (arroycoo) where young men hang from hooks to prove and celebrate their manhood. His sadist (or should I say, his primary sadist?) is a physician with a reputation for creativity. He understands that Sunny is not yet a true submissive, as the idea of suspension is her own. It is a form of “topping from the bottom,” as it is called. He must teach her a truer form of her role.

    There is little of the standard bondage and beating format here. Sunny is pierced with permanent grommets and taught over slow, torturous weeks to control her body as it hangs in suspension for longer and longer periods. Her humiliation is deepened by exposure to the outside world. She is denied any of the homely pleasures, wine, music, good food or anything similar. Her sadist’s control is absolute, right down to her toilet functions.

    She learns to bear the pain, she learns patience. After a time, nothing matters but the inner sensations, and the needs of her handlers. She spends hour after tedious hour hanging from a fiendishly clever framework, forced to delve inward, to seek out her own soul. Her needs, however, are little more than a footnote here. Sunny becomes an object d’art, something to admire, to play with and to use, or not, depending on what other people want. She learns that there is comfort in such an arrangement. Fine art is always cherished and protected—even when that fine art is biological in nature.

    Enslavement, she realizes, can be safe and warm and comforting. It must become that. Otherwise, all she’d be doing is hanging around doing nothing. And we couldn’t have that now, could we? Sunny has purpose and value at last. Does she love it? Well, maybe. This isn’t a book with answers. It is a book with technique, perhaps, and with style. But the answers are for the reader. You’ll have to make up your own mind; like Sunny did.




    Chris Bellows welcomes your comments:
    chris_bellows@hotmail.com



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