Well, for a period of time, I had a pair of toy handcuffs hanging above my headboard...they belonged to my school-aged son, came with some kinda "cops-n-robbers" set. They were nice medium-grade metal, with a pretty generic skeleton key. After picking them up a million times while cleaning his room, I just snagged them to hang in my room as a joke. My limited few friends knew I was into bdsm, though I was never active in that community, just not sexually active in general. It was a silly little decoration, with a bit of meaning, just a bit of a laugh.
WELL! I met this guy online from my hometown (small-town; how did I never meet him before, you ask? I am a really awkward, shy, homebody girl, who, at the time, did nothing but go to work and come home; my "few" friends were two neighbors and their BF's; I was always the odd-girl out, no dates, no sex, poor me, wah wah lol) Anyway, This guy, we started chatting on MySpace (yes, Im old) and we made plans to hang out and smoke some pot...that was on a Friday, when my son had gone to his father's (my ex-husband) for the weekend. By Saturday night, somehow we were all over each other, this stupid "lust-at-first-sight". We had sex a couple times, with the required cuddling, sweet-fun-happy-naked-time. So Saturday night, we started getting into it in my bed. Somehow, for some reason, he notices the cuffs hanging on the shelf above my bed. He didnt even ask, didnt flinch, didnt cause a rift in the horny-gotta-fuck flow that we had going on, and he cuffed my hands to my headboard and started fucking me like that. I wont lie, I was LOVING it, wishing he'd get a little rougher with me, but didnt know him well enough to ask for it. He worked my feet up over my head, managed to get my ankles hooked behind my cuffed wrists and just slam-fucked the bejeezus outta me.
I dont really know how to end this story here, except to say that my cat peed on him while we were sleeping that night, and that he got chewed-out by his mom for staying out all weekend without calling her, and I was quite pissed to find out that he'd lied about his age on Myspace...I was 29; he'd said he was 22 but was actually a freshly-turned 18.
But all said and done, this is my favorite story about how I ended up handcuffed that one time!
Unless you'd rather hear about how I used a classic self-defense move on my abusive ex-husband and ended up being arrested for assault...