Ha Ha... Gord has a good laugh on this one. Kali Kane came back for a visit and Gord had a funny plan this time. He's always kidding around about how girls lead guys around by the balls. Well, Gord found a way to reverse the roles. You'll see what I mean... The photos are great, and the video is even better! Check out how Gord is going to lead the girls around by their pussy! Ha Ha!
Our favorite Oregon girl gets her ass up here to take a turn on the "L-Stand". This L-stand is relatively simple, but it sure does get the job done! Kali is going to be very delighted because Lydia has a few surprises in store for her! Namely, toys to get her off with! Check out how squirmy our lovely miss Kali Kane gets at the hands of Lydia on the L-Stand!
Kajira figured she was crafty. When she figured I wasn't looking, she grabbed the spare keys and shoved them under a pillow. I could have bound her tight and taken the keys away, but where's the fun in that? Instead, I made sure the locks were on there for good by snapping them off in the lock. Spare keys or not, she wasn't getting out, ever. Struggling was her only option, in the small hope that one of the chains would come loose. Kajira had made her bed and now it was time for her to lie in it.
New Dolly Frankie needs some serious discipline if she is going to be trained as an obedient Gord Girl! Watch as Frankie is stripped naked and turned into a humiliated maid cleaning the studio on her hands and knees by the sweet-but-strict Lola Ryder. The bratty girl is soon put in her place as she fails again and again to follow simple instructions from her commanding Mistress Lola. Frankie a natural submissive, will become a slutty puddle at the hands of Lola, willing to do anything Lola commands... We can't wait to see more from these two!
Part 2 of the Dollmaker: Eden Wells is a living doll! Trained at the House of Gord, Eden endures extreme walking exercises, compressions and restraint, and is finally boxed a prettily packaged for her new owner.
Strapped tightly into her straightjacket, Tara tries her best to get free. The railing she's strapped to keeps her well in place along with the spreader bar between her legs. Even her gag is secured to the pole behind her, further limiting her movement. Undeterred, she does her best, to little avail. Her exposed breasts are soaked in drool for her efforts, gleaming on the shiny rubber. Maybe with enough time and drool she can squirm her way out. I'm willing to wait and see.
Sometimes in Hell! we just have to persuade a bitch to keep her Fucking mouth shut. Often we want their mouths open, for example when we need a uriNal, or there is something that a tongue needs to clean, you get the idea. But other times you just have to make it clear, it is time to shut your Fucking mouth. Thenthere is Cupcake SinClair. Generally her mouth is pretty useful, for all sorts of things with her pouty lips and split tougue. But today, “gimp” Cupcake needs to shut the Fuck up, and to really make sure that happens, surgical needles through her whore lips and then tied off with twine– just the trick to keep this piece of meat nice and quiet (except for the crying and moaning and snorting to answer questions). Of course, there is the blood, leaking out of the holes in the bitch’s face, but that is a small price to pay for a quiet piece of meat, dressed in latex, on display and (mostly) silent.
Normally the girls that end up in one of my predicaments did something to get there. They could have been bratty, uncooperative, or simply overconfident in their ability to escape. In Lola's case, it was none of that. I simply wanted to see her tied up tight and on display. Helplessly drooling is always a bonus in which she was able to supply abundance. Truth be told, rope wrapped around a catsuit is always a sight to enjoy. The perfect accent to my room.
I was wearing a pair of brand new slick black stretch PVC leggings and a mesh bodysuit. I tried putting on my new Lambskin Leather Mittens as much as I could without help, but I needed some help to get them laced up, locked and secure. They felt snug and comfy, but very secure once locked so you cant escape. Some thick leather belts were added restraining my arms and my legs, elbows bound and my arms pulled to one side of my body and secured to my waist. I was wriggling around and was not really able to do very much with my elbows tightly bound and my hands trapped in the mittens. Eventually the key to the mittens were left right there on the bench within reach, however no matter my attempts, I was not able to unlock the locking strap on the mittens!