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The Circuit of Control:
It begins with the latex hood—a blind, silencing sheath that quiets my thoughts and turns me toward pure feeling.
Next, I step into the rubber harness. Each strap pulled through its buckle builds a delicious, creeping tension,
a promise of absolute control. It frames my body like an artwork of restraint. Then, the final seal: the gas mask.
Its rubber molds to my face; with a click and hiss, my breathing becomes an amplified, public event.
This trio forges an inescapable reality. I am encapsulated—held immobile by the harness, my senses streamlined
through hood and mask. Every sensation sharpens: the dull ache of a tight strap, sweat beneath latex, cool air through
the filter. This is hyper-awareness born from extreme limitation. Not discomfort, but profound clarity—a raw,
unfiltered existence inside a perfectly engineered prison of rubber and latex.
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