• Monument@lemmy.sdf.orgEnglish
      43·
      1 year ago

      As a (very dumb) teenager, I went through security at Logan in March 2002 with a pair of handcuffs in my jacket.

      The women who saw it on x-ray dug them out of my jacket pocket and sort of flamboyantly asked “What’chu need theeeese for?!”
      I gave her a shit-eating grin and responded with the same energy that I was visiting my girlfriend.
      After a beat, she said “Well alright. Go get your freak on! But put ‘em in your bag next time!”

      The truth was that I had actually forgotten they were in that jacket. They just lived in that one pocket my senior year of HS because I was an edgy teenager. I was actually returning from visiting her. We didn’t even use them, and they didn’t get flagged on my departing flight.

      I’m glad it was before the DHS militarized the TSA. I do not know how my idiotic teenage self would have dealt with a non-playful encounter.

        • SevFTW@feddit.de
          21·
          1 year ago

          Did you miss the part where OP said this was in Dubai? I don’t think the commenter you’re replying to carries that view.

          In Saudi Arabia, for example, it is illegal to carry sex toys or alcohol even when transiting.

  • MrFunnyMoustache@lemmy.ml
    30·
    1 year ago

    Unfortunately yes; I was taped to a tree in elementary school for what felt like an eternity until one of the teachers found me.

  • Iusedtobeanadventurer@lemmy.world
    172·
    1 year ago

    Yep. First time ever was a real trip though. I was at a girl’s house and she ties me up with some of her scarves as things are getting hot and heavy.

    I enjoy spanking so I asked her to punish me because I was too shy to ask for what I wanted so she tied me up and started biting and scratching me.

    Looooook beggars can’t be choosers.

    After a few minutes the doorbell rings and she tells me “don’t go anywhere…”

    Well she was gone a long time and I’m buck naked with my dick hanging out and peppered with scratch and bite marks and I get it in my head that it’s her dad.

    Don’t ask where I got that idea, but we were in a religiously conservative country and I didn’t want to get my dick cut off.

    Anyway I managed to get loose from the scarves. It was an intense 90 seconds or so and my wrists got pretty raw.

    She comes back and it was just a delivery.

    She was bit perturbed with me because I really fucked one of the scarves up in the process but we had a laugh and got back to it.

  • treble@beehaw.org
    8·
    1 year ago

    and tickled. Fun enough to show up twice but broke almost instantly 2nd time round… Not swearing off forever but they’d need a shitload of charisma.

      • Call me Lenny/Leni@lemm.eeEnglish
        6·
        1 year ago

        It seemed easiest for him I guess. People didn’t always get along (they still don’t) and hostaging me at their place was a way to increase his bluff.

          • Call me Lenny/Leni@lemm.eeEnglish
            7·
            1 year ago

            Is a meme going over my head or are people confused about something? It’s not really something I look forward to talking about, it just happened. Someone thought it wouldn’t be uncool to kidnap, what would people like to know?

            • dan1101@lemm.ee
              6·
              1 year ago

              What sort of workplace were you at where people kidnap you? Did he get fired and arrested?

                • gamer@lemm.ee
                  7·
                  1 year ago

                  Brother that is a wild fucking story. Write that shit down and turn it into a Netflix true crime mini-series.

  • waterbogan@lemmy.worldEnglish
    6·
    1 year ago

    Yes, once as part of an BDSM session. A guy I really fancied was into BDSM, so I thought give it a try, see if I like it. Turns out I didnt and dont. At . All. As it happens, I intensely dislike being bound or restrained in any way. I also cant stand pain, and in addition I am incapable of inflicting pain on others. Oh, and I’m allergic to leather.

    After our attempted BDSM session had inevitably turned to farce, he commented to me over a cup of tea afterwards that I was the most uniquely unsuited person to BDSM practices that he’d ever encountered… never a truer word spoke.