This is the worst thread ever.
Yes
Two times
I was a little surprised to see it today.
I dunno, I think it depends on the age of when something traumatic happened. Some years ago, I realized that I probably had a repressed memory in there. When I was about 6 or so, I had been living with 4 dogs in the house: 2 german shepherds and 2 little rat dogs. They would hang out in the garage during the summer because it was cooler down there, and when I came home from school I’d open the door and they’d all come barreling out.
They all sort of got old around the same time, and apparently my folks had them all put down on the same day. Maybe they figured it’d be less traumatic than losing the dogs piecemeal. So there must have been one day that I came home and opened the garage, and no dogs came out to greet me. I can imagine that it was pretty traumatic, and unless my parents gave me the “they’re all playing on a farm somewhere” (which would’ve been kinda stupid, because we lived in a heavily-wooded area, so there was plenty of room for them), I definitely forgot about that fateful day.
I don’t consider myself particularly innocent, and the only “clue” in me was the absence of a memory that only should have been there because I logicked it out.
Well . . . that reduces my answer from a rather high number, to . . . zero.
My dad used to tie my sister and I up to teach us how to escape in case we were ever abducted.
I wish my parents had taught us useful skills like this. Like lockpicking.
On the 18th birthday of a friend of mine, we wrapped him up very tightly in duck tape, drove him out in to the countryside, and left him in a field. He had to hop to a nearby farmhouse in order to get rescued.
Now I think of it, a similar thing once happened to me, except I wasn’t taken very far, and was able to hobble back to the pub where the hijinks had started. So, yes.
I haven’t but I will quickly relate the one incident I was privy to.
Six of us flew to a South American hunting lodge owned by two wealthy brothers. Half our group was a Dad and his two sons, ages around 21 and 18. The youngest son drank way too much during the day and before dinner he laid down for a nap (passed out). His older brother snuck into his room and with him face down on the bed tied a pair of jeans around his legs with the knot behind him so he couldn’t untie it. The kid woke up completely out of it and, apparently, struggled mightly to untie himself, growing angrier by the minute.
So all of us “adults” are in the lodge Great Room having before dinner drinks and exchanging stories with one of the owner brothers. Suddenly the kid storms in, fire in his eye, and disrupts our genteel conversation by screaming and cussing at his brother. He has the jeans in his hand and uses them to swing hard with again and again at his brother. It’s a scene, a bad, ugly scene and we’re looking at him in amazement at his complete lack of couth. Then he throws the jeans at his brother, they miss and go sliding along the banquet table until they and a glass of Argentine Cabernet coat the once white shirt of our equally shocked host. I’m pretty sure my gasp was audible. By this time the Dad had heard the ruckus, runs in and hauls the kid off and we do our best to clean up our host, apologising profusely.
So tie up anyone you want except for immature alcoholic jackasses that can’t handle their temper or liquor.
Well, doesn’t that take all the fun out of things!
Been tied up non-sexually once. One summer vacation, when my friends and I were maybe 10 or 11, we took turns tying each other to a tree in the woods as part of a cowboys-and-indians game.
Christ. With friends like these…
I know. If that happened to me, there would be some serious unfriending. Un twitter following, too.
Seriously, though, that’s not cool. I think most of my friends know me well enough not to bother trying that with me, though.
Do arrests count? If so, then… yes.
When I was a teenager we duct-taped a girl from head to toe at her own party - and then her parents showed up and we all ran out the back. They found her trussed up on the landing. She got grounded bigtime.
But the most awful (aka best) story is of this guy I know at his bachelor party, spiked with viagra and ecstacy, dressed as a leprechaun, duct-taped to a child’s tricycle and abandoned in the middle of an Irish town. An old lady thought he was disabled and wheeled him back down to the bottom of the hill he’d just spent an hour cycling up.
Same here, and if any of them had suggested doing it to a weaker member of “our crew”, they wouldn’t be friends much longer.
Back when my sister and I were kids, we were obsessed with Houdini. We’d constantly tie each other up, hand cuff each other, etc., and try to escape.
For a long while we were pretty good at it. Some of that has actually come in useful at times, as now I can untie anything without much effort. Including jewelry chains without breaking them.
I can still slip handcuffs too.