1. #2
Later in the episode, in an attempt to get information on the new, mysterious woman in town, they both go swimsuit shopping, and the new woman makes Betsy try on a revealing sling much like she wore.
It was a very controversial and sexually charged scene at the time, as Betsy is very uncomfortable with her near nudity, but the other woman seems to be relishing it, and couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of the buxom blond.
Later in the episode, Mrs. Americana though, discovers that this woman is actually a Russian spy, and goes to her house to confront her.
The woman though catches Mrs. Americana breaking into her home, and steps out of her bathroom clad in her underwear and holds Mrs. Americana at gun point, forcing the heroine to remove her cape.
“A little souvenir to bring home to the motherland.” The Russian smiled.
Mrs. Americana placed her hands on her hips, doing her best to look tough.
Sean remembered the strange feeling he had at seeing the blond woman in the thong standing helpless at gun point in front of the half naked villainess, there was something humiliating about it that made his blood rush straight to his penis.
It seemed that the show kept using angles from behind Mrs. Americana so that the viewers got plenty of shots of her rear end as well.
Then the Russian told Mrs. Americana to turn around and put her hands against the wall.
The heroine obliged, sticking out that plump rear end at just the perfect angle.
With the gun still trained on Mrs. Americana’s back, the Russian woman went over to an end table and removed a set of handcuffs.
Just something about seeing the handcuffs sent Sean’s mind into overdrive.
He couldn’t look away as the Russian made Mrs. Americana put one hand behind her back, then lock a cuff around it, and then the other.
With the heroine’s hands cuffed behind her back, the Russian made Mrs. Americana sit in a chair while her captor made her preparations to escape, packing her bags and gathering papers while the buxom heroine sneered.
“Now, I must do something about you.” The dark haired villainess leered at the bound heroine after packing her luggage.
“Not before I do something about you.” Mrs. Americana snarled back defiantly.
“Come.” The Russian grabbed Mrs. Americana by the arm, dragged her into a bedroom, and secured the heroine’s feet together while Mrs. Americana struggled defiantly.
“You won’t get far, Sheriff Washington and his men are onto you, you’ll never see the homeland again, you’ll-MMMMPH!” Mrs. Americana was cut off by the Russian shoving a white cloth between her flapping lips.
“Shut American mouth.” The Russian laughed, and then tied another cloth around Mrs. Americana’s mouth to keep the stuffing in.
The Russian then proceeded to make a phone call while the thong clad heroine moaned and writhed on the bed.
Sean remembered being so young and glued to the TV, unable to look away, scared to blink, wanting to savor every moment of Mrs. Americana’s helpless struggles on the bed.
The camera didn’t seem to want to pull away either, and it seemed like whoever was operating it was practically salivated over her helpless, half naked form as she tried to get free of her bonds.
On the show, the Russian was calling some fellow saboteurs to come “clean-up” Mrs. Americana for her.
“Oh yes, you’ll like her, very American.” She laughed as Mrs. Americana let out an indignant grunt into her gag.
Then the Russian hung up the phone and taunted the helpless heroine.
“I apologize Mrs. Americana, but I must leave no trace. I’m afraid that not even I know what the clean up crew will do with you, but it has truly been a pleasure!”
Mrs. Americana unleashed a flurry of muffled protests as The Russian patted her gagged cheek and strutted out the door, locking it behind her.
Sean was then treated to an extended sequence of the bound and gagged Mrs. Americana writhing on the bed, attempting to get free of her bonds, but it was no use.
Unable to get free, Mrs. Americana squirmed over to a nearby phone and used her bound hands to dial the sheriff’s office.
Unfortunately for the helpless heroine, the incompetent Deputy Porta, the comedic relief of the show, answered.
“Sheriff’s Department” He grumbled into the phone.
“Hhmmph ummm gggmmph! Hmmph!” Mrs. Americana cried into the phone.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get that.” The deputy responded.
“Hllph! Gghhttt uhhh shfhfff!”
The deputy went on to tell whoever was on the other line not to talk with their mouth full as Mrs. Americana grew more and more frustrated, her attempts at communication coming out as nothing but warbles. Eventually, Porta hung up, with Mrs. Americana calling back, much to his annoyance.
This time Mrs. Americana tried tapping out a message on the receiver.
Porta was just about to hang up when the annoyed Sheriff Washington took the phone to tell whoever the prank caller was to get lost.
A former boy scout, Washington recognized that the bound and gagged heroine was tapping out a message in morse code, telling him her location.
The episode ended with Sheriff Washington and his men catching the Russian on her way to the airport.
They never showed how Mrs. Americana got free, but as the handcuffed villainess is being escorted to a waiting police car, Mrs. Americana is leaning against it, triumphant, but still without her cape.
“I promised that you would never see the motherland again.” She smirked.
The Sheriff handed the heroine back her cape, and there’s yet another shot of her backside as she turns to put the cape back on.
Even the Sheriff and his men share a look after admiring Mrs. Americana’s rear end.
The show always played up the suspense and irony that Sheriff Washington didn’t know that Mrs. Americana was really his wife, but as Sean got older, he found it strange that the man didn’t recognize his own wife’s almost bare ass.
Still, just seeing that one snippet of an episode did it for Sean.
The image of a woman bound and gagged became the sexiest thing in the world to him.
As he grew, he found out what time reruns of Mrs. Americana would air and never missed it.
He passed many long nights in his teenage years fantasizing about the tied up heroine.
As he grew, he never told anyone though about his obsession out of fear that they would him strange or some sort of deviant.
HIs father owned a successful accounting firm that Sean hoped to take over, and he feared that if anyone found out about his sexual interests that it would reflect poorly on the family and business.
He grew up in the beach town of Marston’s Pointe, and was never devoid of the sight of women in skimpy bikinis, especially in the summer.
When tourist season came, he and his friends were always close to the beach trying to meet girls.
At that time, Sean was growing into a handsome young man, with curly black hair and a lean build.
He was 24 when he met Tanya. He supposed that Mrs. Americana had doomed him to become a boob guy, and his jaw dropped when he saw her on the beach, with her bright red hair and full, large natural breasts.
She was a year younger than him, and had just graduated college and was on a road trip around the country.
Her free spirit captivated him, and she boasted of how she spent the previous summer hanging out with a biker gang, and she was going to travel the world as a journalist.
For the next few years, every summer Tanya would circle back to Marston’s Pointe and they would spend a few weeks together.
They were always the highlight of his year.
Eventually, he asked her if she wanted to move to Marston’s Pointe, they could try building a life together, but she wasn’t interested.
She would ask him if he wanted to give up everything and travel with her, but he had life, friends, family, and was taking on more responsibility at his fathers’s firm.
Then one summer he got her pregnant, and their annual summer fling turned into a marriage, and then Tanya settling down in Marston’s Pointe and getting a job at the local paper.
He hoped that would be enough for her, because even though he told himself it was meant to be a summer fling, he did start to develop genuine feelings for her.
Even with his attraction to her, he never told her about his bondage fetish, first out of fear that she would judge him.
Eventually he would try to drop hints here and there and see how she responded, but Tanya didn’t seem to notice.
Then after Ian was born, their sex life took a nose dive.
Tanya never seemed to like her son, and Sean soon noticed how she projected all of her anger and insecurity onto Ian.
Tanya blamed him for why she wasn’t traveling the world, living fast, writing for a big magazine or prestigious paper.
Every now and then she would bring it up to Sean about how they should move, start over in a big city, but he loved his hometown too much.
Then Ace came.
Rumors started of crime in Marston’s Pointe, some sort of kingpin setting up shop in Sean’s once peaceful hometown. Sean didn’t pay them any mind, but he kept hearing stories about shady dealings at the old warehouse district, or how female tourists kept disappearing…
When Tanya heard word of Ace, she decided to make it her mission to expose it.
At first Sean was thrilled for her, it had been years since he had seen her so alive, so invested in her job.
Tanya quickly took over the town paper after getting a job there, and had essentially turned it a gossip magazine.
If you wanted to know the latest rumors or juicy details about someone’s sex life, Tanya was the person to go to.
She knew everything in Marston’s Pointe, but now something juicy like exposing a crime ring had awakened something in her.
But the fire that had ignited in Tanya at potentially exposing Ace did not translate to their bedroom.
At that point it had been years since Sean had sex with his wife.
As time went on, Sean started feeling… urges...
He remembered one night at Rossi’s with some old buddies for drinks.
Usually, he would do his best to avoid staring a Janet Rossi’s cleavage as she refilled their drinks.