Screwed Securely (Sort Of)... In A Good Way

I share a brief tale from September to provide context, along with plenty of unnecessary details just for amusement;-) As a birthday gift, my wife proposed we enjoy a day alone in a nice hotel room while our child spent the weekend with grandma. She packed some of her bedside toys, which shot my expectations up high, and off we headed to Amsterdam. After a delightful day exploring the city, we ended up at a bar—not too busy—at a small table enjoying snacks and beers. “Tonight I’m bringing out my favorite toy for good use…” she says, and I feel that “joyous dribble” in my underwear. As always, she enjoys her teasing and my squirming. Back at the hotel we quickly take turns in the shower, and when I step out of the bathroom my wife slyly fastens my hands behind my back with our handcuffs. “All in good time,” is her reply to my unspoken question. Then her lips and fingers explore all the right spots on my body; her teeth bite sharply and I start dribbling onto the floor. When she covers my mouth with kisses, I press my body against hers desperately. I feel a smile forming on her kissing lips as she slides down to her knees, her tongue exploring the gaps in the cage. “Time for your present,” she says, and removes the cuffs. I lie on the bed while she begins rummaging through her luggage. “The key isn’t here!” “That’s not funny.” “No, it isn’t.” What follows is two very horny people turning all the luggage upside down (where the key might be) and desperately searching every cupboard and drawer in the hotel room (where the key really cannot be). “It’s just a ‘security screw’ rather than a true lock. We simply need a tool that fits.” My wife is practical, so we go through all available cutlery, toothpicks, forceps, an interdental brush, two paper clips, folded aluminum foil, a ball-pen, my bicycle multi-tool (which always lives in my backpack), matches, a rubber band, chewing gum, and uncooked spaghetti. After about an hour and a half we concede defeat with my wife dryly noting: “OK, that is one secure screw.” We still had great sex and a wonderful second day in Amsterdam. My question is: Did you ever have an experience like this (where trying to get the cage off isn’t cheating) and were you able to overcome the locking mechanism of your cage?