Writhing in a Kind of Agony

[zellerzone]

I laced myself in securely.

First, though, I put on the mats. They are two coconut-fiber doormats
that strap to my body. The front mat has a hole in it near the bottom.
I put a sock over the "member which man conceals" and drew it through
the hole. It stays put and I don't have to worry about it.

I have four belts made from the heavy webbing they use to secure cargo
on flat-bed trucks. The length is already adjusted. They fasten with
what are called "parachute clips," plastic buckles that snap together.
The first belt goes around my waist. Then I put on sweatpants and
fasten the second belt around my hips. The last two go around my lower
ribcage and chest. A deep breath will force the stiff bristles into my
flesh.

An inner hood fashioned from doormats like the two I'm wearing fastens
snugly onto my head, the bristles pressing into my scalp.

I put kneepads on over the sweatpants, and a heavy pair of boots. Then
I put on the jacket. I tied a shoelace through the zipper pull at the
halfway point. Then I laced up the brass grommets I added to the
collar and hood. I pulled the laces nice and tight then tied them in a
bow. I took a picture just before fastening the snaps of the hood
neckband.

I put on my backpack with its 45lb. slab of concrete. Extra straps
held It snugly on me so it couldn't be dislodged. Then I went outside
for a walk.

I took nice big steps, twisting and flexing my body so the bristles
would press themselves into me, writhing in a kind of agony.

I even ran some of the way.

[zellerzone]

Laced tightly under my chin as it is, the hood immobilizes my jaw. My
teeth are not clenched; there is a quarter-inch-or-so gap. I cannot
move them closer together or farther apart, though. I get an aching
sensation and a curious taste in my mouth. The closest I can come to
describing the taste is that it resembles the way my brother smelled
when he broke his leg and had it in a cast.

[zellerzone]

The same ache and taste can be achieved by wrapping my head with ace
bandages. I cover everything but my eyes and nose. It's not very
pleasant to wear, but the after-effects are rewarding. I think it
stimulates production of growth hormone.

[zellerzone]

And here's a shot of me all bundled up, my head completely wrapped in four ace bandages under the knitted cap and collar.

[zellerzone]

Here are the hood and mask I often wear in conjunction with the mats.

[Zell...@webtv.net]

Fastening the flaps under my chin and tightening all the screws forces
the bristles into my scalp and holds my jaw shut.
The extremely narrow field of vision the mask offers induces a wonderful
sense of confinement. It's like being shut up in a tower gazing out of a
tiny window.