THE BESTEST MOST FUN PRANK EVER!!!
It was summer of 1988 and I was working on a performance art project using a combination of guerilla performance, bdsm and the idea of doing very brief, surprise pieces and then disappearing before folks had an opportunity to figure out what fate had befallen them.
Well, one day one of our victims came over to work on the project. She was about 21, black, 6'1" and loved to be tied up. In other words, perfect.
So, we went over some of the basics and then I said, "Well, are you prepared for an afternoon of helplessness and degradation?"
She agreed and after spending a couple of hours trying various bondage techs on her to figure out which one was best I put her into a rope harness and tied her arms and hands behind her, attached a leash to the front of the harness, blindfolded her and led her out of the house to the garage, pausing briefly to greet a neighbor who was coming home from work and wondering if I was having one of those dizzy spells again.
Anyway, we went into the garage and I strapped her into the front seat, strapped her ankles together and then opened the big door and off we drove to a nearby forest preserve. We got to a location near Irving Park Rd and Desplaines River Road (near Chicago) without incident and I parked the car in one of the lots, unstrapped her feet and led her to a location just outside the tree line near River Road. We walked along, talking, and in a matter of minutes we got the results I was hoping for. As the cars in rush hour traffic sped along River Road, one of the drivers turned his head to stare at us and sort of forgot where he was and his car swerved out of its lane. The other cars moved to avoid him and in a matter of seconds River Road was filled with swerving, screeching, horn-honking cars all trying not to meet each other.
It was wonderful!
I took off her blindfold and we scat out of there as fast as we could, through the woods back to the car, which was interesting to see her do that with her arms behind her, and drove home by a somewhat different route laughing our heads off the whole time and keeping a very close eye on the road so as not to repeat the mistake of our real victims.