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Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Perhaps Uncle Jack had the key to the elusive golden cocoon. XXX I had downloaded the plans from the internet. I continued to be pulled upward and out into the darkness. Instead, the pulley flew across the room toward the beam above the door. They were also pressing on the ropes and trapping it so it couldn’t release. I was tempted to begin like so many of these stories begin by saying, “I first tired self-bondage when I was …” or “I have known that I was a bondage pain slut since I was …” but that isn’t true. I always laughed at those hokey public service warnings about this or that drug that told me to never try it because, “One hit and you’re hooked.” But I guess in my
