Kendra James finds herself crammed into John's Punishment Box. It seems he added a few extra in-flight gizmos, vibrators, Tens zappers and fucking devices since I last saw it.
This week, Seven brings to life something we have been fantasizing over for years. Seven joined Serena, Claire, Allison, Blanche, Lydia and many others as one of those who dared to challenge the impossible and win. What she did was nothing short of spectacular. Cocooned, bound, clamped in steel, foamed into a solid block of completely helpless womanhood, she allowed herself to be used as a utility item of incredulous fantasy and got herself electrified as she spun around. Seven became the garden roller for real.
We vowed not to reveal our latest device until the next movie was out, but what the hell! Here it is, the Gordian Brainwashing Silo (Patents Pending). Claire was the first to be ensconced and subjected to the full Monty of our latest gizmo for the re-education and re-training of recalcitrant ladies in need of a little encouragement in order to become perfect sex toys.
Gord takes you on a journey into his mind: Showing how he originates, plans, creates and tests his super-deluxe sexified diabolical machines - From bondage to fucking-machines on trucks. Hear from the master of Ultra-Bondage and his summertime house guest Petra on the process behind these devious devices. The film is over 2 hours in length.
It's hard to deny the classics their charm like a pretty girl bound tightly in a skintight catsuit. The way the rope helps accentuate every curve of her body. Rachel had a few choice words on the subject but found the 2" ball gag to be far too effective. Determined to find a way free she gives it her all now which leaves her panting through her gag, nostrils flaring. Holding more rope in my hand Rachel tries to protest again but it's no use. She just looks too damn cute in red and white!
With a new set of iron pipe cuffs fresh off the printer, you could say Rachel was in the right place at the wrong time. With a few connections and screws, she quickly finds herself in a hogtie and barely able to move. That doesn’t deter Rachel from trying anyway and with effort she can arch her back. To Rachel’s dismay, the plastic holds her much easier than she expects and breaking free won’t be as easy as she expected. A fact that holds true after nearly a half hour in the contraption. Maybe she just needs more time.
When Lucy arrived at my door, she was skeptical, worried that the bondage wouldn’t be real. Confident in her ability to escape anything but the strictest restraints, she was hoping for a true challenge. Lucky for her, I had just the thing to put her doubts to rest. Before locking her into the wooden stocks, I secured custom-printed ball cuffs to her hands and fastened a matching collar around her neck. Once locked in place, there wasn’t a bit of wiggle room, just a snug and inescapable fit. With her stocks chained to the ceiling and her legs spread apart, her heels continued to slip as she struggled to keep them together. But I wasn’t done with her yet. Holding a heavy concrete ball in my hands, I watched her eyes widen as I tied it to a crotch rope. If she was going to escape, now was the time.
Lola has the honor of being our first test subject for our new pipe restraint system. Today's configuration is similar to a scavenger's with her neck, wrists, and legs bolted into the restraints. Lola has one job, escape. It becomes clear within minutes she doesn't have a chance. That doesn't mean she doesn't give it her all, she just doesn't realize how hopeless her situation is. There are still hours of vigorous testing ahead; maybe she'll get lucky!
When Lola was asked if she was ticklish, she vehemently answered no. She might as well have tattooed “I’m extremely ticklish” on her forehead. Still, it’s best to test these assumptions out. For that, she is bolted to the floor to keep struggling to a minimum. She’s given a few minutes to try and escape and struggle, but the nylon straps don’t budge. Knowing she’s helpless, her feet are tested first. Screams of laughter erupt from behind her ball gag. With even the slightest touch can elicit such a response, Lola knew she was in trouble. Hoping that I wouldn’t test her little white lie, she could only hope the next hour would pass quickly.