Bondage In The Chair
The old detective magazines always had the best women in peril covers. I’m not sure if this is supposed to be an electric chair or just a handy place to keep our intrepid female reporter out of the way:
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Looks like she is seated in the electric chair. One of the two straps on her right leg would be an electrode. My guess is it’s the band around her right foot.
What of the other electrode? This is a smooth, metallic rod with a ring at its tip for bolting onto the headpiece, a metal cap that sits atop a brine-soaked sponge. But her head has not been shaved and the headpiece is nowhere around.
So can she breathe a sigh of relief? No!
She is well aware that in a short dress, wearing no underwear, and with her legs held spread apart, there is a place where the other electrode can be easily inserted into her.
She faces a dilemma. Should she try to get herself aroused? If she can self-lubricate a little, the current will be less likely to burn down there, but then her clitoris and vagina will become more sensitive to the electricity.
Oh man im just squirming thinking of that now….
Big fan of the detective mag covers. This is a great example. Don’t know if she’s going to get shocked or not. Doesn’t matter and what’s left to the imagination always makes it more exciting. Only thing that would make this image better is if she was gagged, perhaps with her own panties. The site I work for goes for this kind of look and it’s the main reason I still work for them. They know what works.
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I can’t believe in all these years no one has asked the right question. Who cares about the chair. Our intrepid gal reporter isn’t wearing a bra. In her struggles to escape being bound to the chair, several buttons have burst loose revealing a lot of very nice cleavage and no bra. Now before anyone suggests it had been removed by the 1950’s evil pervert who strapped her in. No perv worth his salt would strip this babe of her dress, remove her bra and then put her back into the well starched dress again. Even during the 1950’s, a puritanical era, the perv would have left her wearing only panties stockings and heels as he tightened the leathers. She left home this morning sans bra. Now that we have that settled we can ask the really important question of the day. Is she wearing panties?
Let me present a possible scenario in which she is without any lingerie. She is a career girl who is tired of working a beat. She wants her own column but to get that she needs to break a nationwide story. She has wangled an interview with Frank Sinatra, who is often seen socializing with Sam Giancana of the Chicago mob. Our intrepid girl reporter intends to allow Frank, a well known womanizer, to drag her into bed. While she has him all worked up she intends to ask him some very revealing questions about the Chicago Mob. To make a quick get away she has forgone both bra and panties. All she has to do is slip the dress over her head and make a run for it while Frank is in the John.
Giancana has found out about her tryst with Frankie and his goons have intercepted our intrepid gal reporter and bound her to the chair.