Oh, yes. The time I fashioned handcuffs out of printer paper and scotch tape comes to mind. Or perhaps all those sessions of "Houdini," in which a friend would tie me up, and I'd try to wriggle free. I secretly hoped that I wouldn't be able to break out of the binds, but alas, her ties weren't exactly Shibari status.
In the realm of less-subtle hints at kinky tendencies, I used to tie myself to the bedpost with a sock (yes, a sock, not a scarf. Perhaps I wasn't the brightest of kids) and fantasize about a cruel, powerful man who'd take me captive. How's that for a hint?
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