Forget everything you know about isolation. When I pull on my inflatable ball hood I shut out the world completely. No eye openings no light no escape. Just me my breath and the merciless pressure of the 3mm thick rubber that encapsulates my face like a second unyielding skin.
Total isolation is guaranteed. As soon as the zipper is pulled shut and the integrated collar is locked with a satisfying click I am officially unreachable by reality. Only my mouth remains free for whatever you want to do with me while I writhe in absolute darkness. This is not just an accessory this is my private exile. The silence beneath this mask makes me insane and ***** at the same time.
Who wants to take control of the lock and keep me trapped in my own world of rubber?