I decided it was time to ruin my black catsuit, since it seemed to be falling apart at the seams anyway. Danielle Trixie These tied me up nice and tightly in a chair, I struggled for a bit Not For Kids he added a tight crotch rope, pulled my chest ropes across the room and tied them off, cut open the cat suit and after a while taped up my boobs with clear electrical tape. Trix Are Definitely he pulled my head back. Not For Kids the clip started he had already applied a head harness and rope gag. I stay like this for a bit, Not For Kids he let’s my head up. He keeps my arms tied up and leads me over to the pole where he puts me into a strappado. He takes the head harness off and regags me with a pair of black panties and clear electrical tape. Then he takes clear bondage tape and wraps it around the gag and around my head and over my eyes. Now I can’t see! He ropes up one leg and attaches it to the pole and then ropes up the other leg and hoists it up in the air. I struggle for a bit Not For Kids he takes some photos. The end. I’m awfully whiney in this clip, but don’t let that fool you. I really enjoyed it!
70 mph at Kinkonapolis scared the crap out of a trailer bound Lola. And then she asked to do it again because she said couldn't think the first time out. So this time we added electrics. Just to make things more interesting, we left her boobs out. Bouncing tits were the order of the day.
You will notice Karlie laughing in this clip. We have recently discovered something about Karlie, turns out when things get tough she laughs. We all have our own way with dealing with things and hers is with laughter - How awesome for us is this! The harder she struggles, the harder it is for her to try and free herself the more she giggles. It makes you realize just how genuine she is. We love Karlie! Watch as Jim puts her into a pretty strict hogtie and she giggles at him!
The bondage never stops at the House of Gord! After a clever escape from a life of bondage and torment, Celia appears to have disappeared into the sunset.. Or has she? What dastardly fate does Gord have in store for this troublesome minx? All will be revealed in this, the third and final chapter in the S.B.I. Trilogy.
Lady Serena converted into an engine. Lady Serena is Gord's Fem-car. Lady Serena, bedecked in her shiny catsuit, copper sheathed and hooded, armsheathed with the trusty Ledermeister armsheath, is made ready for her maiden voyage as gob-smacked crowds look on. But before we crank up this helpless, somewhat nervous damsel-engine, and streak off into the sunset of San Francisco, California.
Yet again, a double feature, but this time introducing four of the magnificent playful ladies that festoon the hallowed halls of Gord Mansion. First, The English Tart gets her brains fucked out by the machine we nicknamed "The Jolly Go Round". Then, our three other feisty ladies, Jewell Marceau, Petra, and the new gal on the block Ceci Delores, are upended on the mobile "Tri-Truck-Transport" system. apparently watching the ground whiz by with hair dragging on the ground is an "exhilarating" experience.
One ziptie is a challenge, a few a predicament, and nearly twenty is immobilizing. Mummified on the couch Cali doesn't give up though, struggling with the hope something will give. Her hopes are soon dashed after I add zipties securing her boots and gag to the couch anchors though. Click by click they tighten and pull her straight as a board and far more immobile than she could imagined. Helpless and unable to move, I push a magic wand between her legs to keep her occupied in her predicament. Through her feeble struggles it's hard to tell if it will bring her over the edge. Only time will tell and I have all day to let her try.