We have three classic House of Gord vignettes this week with two video features with Slave 62 & Lydia. We will start off with a photo-set featuring Fem-Car as she tests some new protoypes. In the first video feature Slave 62 is clamped in the Rigid Cuffs that leave a gal pretty vulnerable and open for just about anything, without any possibility of escape. And in the second video feature, Lydia is fitted out using a Rigid Cuffs fiddle collar, one set of rigid-welded ankle cuffs, three feet of three-quarter-inch round bar, and a couple of shaft collars.

(Next week will feature another new scene with Kora and Ruby in 4K)

Another new girl arrives at the Schloss and finds herself in double trouble on her first day. Unfortunately for her, Gord thinks she's perfect Barbie material and hood ornament fodder.

It's the only way to travel, at least from a driver's point of view. I guess we should have asked the caged hood ornament, but then, a bound lady in captivity hardly has a say in the matter.

Anna gets to be the double hooded mascot. Hooded as in head and hooded as in mounted on the Hood. Those cinch straps have her squashed down tight. The gag forces her to be a bit quieter than normal, but I think this hood ornament will still turn heads in traffic.

Cinched, Stuffed, Stretched, Vibrated, and transported. Just a normal day for a girl at the House of Gord.

Anastasia didn't have anything to do so I figured she may as well help me mow the lawn.

Adrianna, helped by Petra, tests the prototype bondage wheelie suitcase that Petra was eventually taken to Canada in.

This week's device is the converted Kneeler Fuck machine, this time fitted with a saddle. However, unlike the kneeler device that was simply a pussy fucking machine, this fiendish machine is designed to double fuck the damsel in both orifices;- simultaneously. And therein lies the technical challenge. Two different holes, different depths and angles, and both requiring different techniques to enable them to feed orgasmic generating sensations into the core of the bound damsel.

Fayth is fettered with heavy rubber padding inserted between the bone protuberances of her wrists and ankles so we can stretch her super tight. But not tight enough to stop her using her heels to jiggle Gord's balls in a most disconcerting manner, all with that innocent look on her face.

The look vanished as Gord finished cinching her and stood up with a grin.

"Okay Fayth, you had your fun, now it's payback time."

This week we are trying out another transport device, probably destined to appear in the race movie as Gord leaves the track in a truck festooned with his winnings; all of which would be female of course. This set should have been called the Triple B section: Boots, Boobs, and Butt. We just love this gal in this format. She's a super curvy gal anyway, but her body seems to accept really tight cinching and in doing so one can produce lots of extra super curvy warm female curves to stroke.

Yet another great week at House of Gord. Not without trauma. Lots of corporate bullshit and reorganisation going on. Then Anastasia came back, raring to go. So the trials and tribulations of everyday life suddenly faded into insignificance. What we're planning for Anastasia is to transpose the House of Gord treadmill hopping scene into a portable transport system for moving bound ladies around in the most traumatic way possible. Traumatic for them that is!

Here, we welcome yet another new lady to the House of Gord. Mya appeared briefly in the San Francisco Café scene a few weeks back and, having met her, we invited her up to test her metal on some Gordian contraptions. As it happened she came at a very advantageous time. We were looking for a flexible drop-dead stunner to test out a new prototype Hood Ornament device designed around the capabilities of Claire Adams. Mya proved to a perfect subject for the tests.

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.