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Showing posts with label House of Gord. Show all posts
Showing posts with label House of Gord. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Extra Special Seating


Slave taverns have special seating so that after the waitress serves your food,
she can serve you with her mouth.

Image source: Bondage model Seven (aka Adrianna Nicole) in a HouseofGord.com shoot.

Sunday, May 24, 2026

Warning Sign

Collar goes on, pants go off.

She'd asked the other slavegirl about truck sign duty and she'd wondered why they all said it was a pain in the ass. Now she knew.

Image source: it's the fabulous Wenona, modeling for the House of Gord. Give them a visit, they're still around as of this posting. (BTW, I've used this pic once before but didn't take note of what a PITA the modelling gig must have been.)

Monday, September 8, 2025

Transforming the Old In-and-Out to the Old Up-and-Down

Cover art to keep Google off my stats. From Civitai. I have NO idea what happened to her left arm. Whatever it was, it's just wrong.

She had wanted to be dildo-fucked in the worst way, and sure enough, Master had found the worst way.

Image source: House of Gord. 

Friday, February 21, 2025

Ass The Weather Vane Turns

I know what the weather vane says: "Cock-a-doodle-do! Any dude'll do!"

Image looks like classic House of Gord. Nobody else does it quite like them.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Early House of Gord

“So, which one's your G-string?”

Here's an image from a Busby Berkeley musical ("Fashions of 1934") where women do the House of Gord's human furniture thing in the guise of being part of a spectacular musical number. Not only are they in furniture bondage, but they're just barely dressed by the standards of the day, and skimpily attired for any times. Reportedly, one stage mother is said to have complained, "Mr. Berkeley, I have not raised my daughter to be a human harp!"

Ah, the good old days, when you could get away with this kind of stuff because no one knew what the hell you were up to ...