...by our sex swing!!!
I was changing the sheets on the bed, and I bent over next to the swing. Before I knew it, the velcro on the swing's handcuffs had attached itself to the lace on the back of my robe. Right in that tricky spot where you can't reach.
As I spun around to try to separate myself from the overly aggressive swing, it spun around with me, and I found myself twirling in circles. I spun the other way to try and confuse it, but when I reached up with my left hand, the other handcuff stuck to my hair, and I was completely helpless!
After a good 90 seconds of trying to free myself, I decided to strip down naked, eliminating any and all chance of the swing sticking to my clothing. I then carefully removed the handcuff... bit by sticky velcro bit... from my hair. Then I grabbed a paddle and beat the shit out of that swing for 30 minutes.
This is why I should not be left alone in my incall.