We had a nice dinner, followed by some fairly well-spiked eggnog, and maybe even a shot of whiskey or two

The kids went to bed, and we all sat down for another drink. I'm not sure how it all started, but within minutes the topic of the handcuffs came up. His wife, a petite brunette with just plain gorgeous green eyes and long black hair, just couldn't stop talking about them. The husband was a little oblivious, right up to the point where I grabbed them and said, "I guess you're just going to have to try them on!"
She put up the biggest false stink I've ever seen.
"You're not going to handcuff me, really now, are you?"
I just walked up and clicked one side onto her wrist, which was now a finger being wagged at me about how I "wouldn't dare" do it.
Her husband started laughing his ass off - "That'll teach you," he said.
As I spun her around and clicked the other cuff, her hands now secure behind her back, she said, "I can't believe you're doing this."
What happened next was even better - she ran around to the floor behind the sofa and sat down, putting her back against it, in an effort to "get away". Only, she sat down with her ankles together, and then threatened to scream for help.
"I'll do it... I'll scream for help right now," she said.
Sitting in an unopened package next to the Christmas tree was a pack of six tube socks. Back then, all tube socks were long and designed to go all the way up to the knee.
I grabbed the package and looked at my friend, and said, "We can't have her screaming now," and he nodded his approval and kept laughing - like he had always wanted to do this, just never dared try it. I pulled one out and walked over to her, and - get this - she said, "Not my new socks - get a bandanna or something if you HAVE to gag me like that."
A moment later, her husband threw an olive green cravat at me - the kind we used for first aid in the military - like a bandanna, only a little larger. I gagged her with it, pulling it tightly between her teeth and tying it off behind her head.
"Now you sit tight and don't give us any trouble, you got that?" I said to her, all dominant.
I grabbed a ribbon from the floor and tied her ankles together too, just to make a better impression. I'm pretty sure she could have kicked her legs free if she really tried - it was mostly just for impression.
"Don't move from that spot or I'll have your husband find us some more rope - got it?"
She nodded with the strangest mix of indignant and submissiveness I've ever seen in a woman's face. But, she was having a blast with it - that much was obvious.
And there she sat on the floor behind the couch for about a half-hour while me and her hubby had another drink and watched some TV. She made some murumphing noises after a while, and started shaking her body, so when her husband asked how long we should leave her like that, I just said, "I think she's learned her lesson by now, don't you?"
So i untied her ankles, and told her she could take the gag off herself if she could get out of the toy handcuffs. Her husband looked a little panicky when I said that, but she was determined to get out, and did so very quickly. Took her less than 5 minutes of fiddling.
Pulling the cravat from her mouth, she said, "Well I hope you two had fun tying me up like that!"
We just nodded and tried to play it down, but she mentioned it at least three more times in the next hour or so that I was there. Of course I had fun! Back at work after the holidays, I played it down and blamed it on the alcohol, but one thing was certain - his wife really enjoyed the hell out of it all.