Lydia lies there as I dress her using my usual tools. Not every women gets dressed with a socket wrench and a screwdriver, but this is the House of Gord. Strapped into her back-pack, Lydia climbs on to the mounting platform and tests the rig to her satisfaction. Nicely parcelled, hogtied and helpless, Lydia is spun around and the gag is inserted. All that is preventing her from zooming down the wire into full view of anyone who happens to be around is her own grip on that ball gag.
