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A few years back I got asked if I could watch my dads house for a couple days. Stoked at the thought of not having to be around either of our roommates, I brought my boyfriend of the time. We celebrated with a morning doobie and were pretty burnt as we got some clothes and misc items (handcuffs, toys etc.) to bring along w us for our weekend. We drove a couple hours to the house and its pretty much in the middle of no where, my cell carrier barely had any service and for some reason there wasn't any wifi set up yet. So without much to do we went in with the mindset of let's try everything and fuck everywhere; it was a big house so there was like maximum terrain to explore. So we unpack and get settled and celebrate w another doobie and we are like blasted stoned rummaging through the toys and decided to have some fun. We start fooling around and he puts the handcuffs on me but not super tight so I end up wiggling out my wrists. The handcuffs were like actual handcuffs too so you just push the bottom latch down until it comes back around to lock on your wrist again and if it is tight enough where you can't wiggle out you ABSOLUTELY need a key to unlock it. SO I wiggle out and I'm like all giddy like hehe this is gonna be so fun, I flip over get on top of him and lock him into the cuffs around the bed frame. He's stoked. I'm stoked. Everything's great until we are like okay let's try something else and go somewhere else. I go to the bag to where the cuffs were and I'm absolutely tearing this thing apart, and the key is no where to be found, so I go back to him with the bag and I'm like "do you remember where you put the key". He goes pale as a ghost and says "what do you mean, its not in there?". SO now I start panicking going like "dude you must've taken them out and put them somewhere, where are they" and he's like yanking the cuffs trying to get free getting mad at me saying like "dude why did you put these on me this isn't funny I'm gonna be stuck like this, the key must have fallen out". I start getting mad too and I'm like "you were probably too stoned and forgot to pack it", and like meanwhile I'm rippin high and trying to keep my shit together. Then he looks at me and starts tearing up and is like pleading w me saying you have to get me out of these. I go into straight video game mode, like tunnel vision first person shooter shit, and start looking for anything that will help to maybe slide his wrists out. I go to the fridge grab mayo, under the sink and grab dawn soap. I grab lube, I grab vaseline, lotion, and I grab a caprisun that was in one of the cabinets. I felt like smeagol running back to him all hunched over trying to carry all these things at once. He was super unimpressed with what I brought back and was like "how the fuck is a caprisun going to help me right now". I got all bummed and sheepishly propped it up against his shoulder/cheek and placed the straw so he could drink it and started going to work trying to slip his wrists out. Nothing was working, like not even close, and about 30/45 minutes go by until he's like there's no way just stop. I am laying beside him and we just like aren't saying anything. My phone didn't have service to call anybody and his phone didn't have any service, so I'm like okay I think I have to drive to your house and try to find the key. He whipped his head around and was like "AND what if its not there, I'm just going to be here for like 6 hours until you get back and I will just have to be laying like this alone in the middle of no where, naked". So I compromise, dress this man and decide to drive until there was service to call his roommate to see if he could find the key. He could not. SO at this point I start de-highing and I'm like FUCK I gotta see if I can buy cable cutters or something or check if there are some hidden somewhere in the house. I decide to drive back first and check the house before buying something. Clay's there all doe eyed waiting for the good news and I'm like dude its not there, but we can cut the cable and worst case you just have some cuffs on your wrists for a hot minute. He's bummed, I'm bummed... so I go "smoke?" I get a sad nod, so I start rolling up and realize the last person who had the lighter was him. I ask him where it was and he's like oh its in my back pocket sorry. I wiggle my hand under him and go into his pocket and not only did I find the lighter, I found the fucking key.
So like tldnr: partner and I got too high, tried to have sexy fun time w handcuffs, forgot where key went, big uh oh - bf spent 4/5 hours locked up, found key later when sober.
