House Of Gord -

In the foreground, a pneumatic timer counts down from sixty minutes. Beside it, a glass jar contains the keys to the collar lock, submerged in red-dyed mineral oil. There is no second key.

Gord would have nodded at this. The eroticism isn't in the flesh. It’s in the engineering of surrender. house of gord

The Centrifuge Protocol

The focal point is her eyes. Not afraid. Not pleading. They have passed through fear into a flat, glassy state of acceptance . She is not a woman anymore. She is a component in a slow, ritualistic machine—a circuit waiting to close. In the foreground, a pneumatic timer counts down