Four writing entries have been added to the members area, including "The Green Bra Domination".

Excerpt: Is it possible to be dominated by a brassiere? Yes, if worn by the right person. Is it a fetish? Yes. Is it bizarre? Yes. Did it happen in the Complex in Orange County? Yes. I passed through the doorway to the Mistress' world prepared to completely submit to her. I am entranced by her domination and want to be under her thumb whenever possible. This time, however, there was extra domination I could not anticipate. The green bra began its domination as soon as I was inside the door. It was tucked into a ruffled rubber corset showing only two curved edges, but nestling the loveliest of contents. It immediately caught my attention despite the other spectacular parts of the Mistress' outfit: the black and silver multi-zipper platform leather black boots with spike heels and open toes showing red toe nails, the dark green rubber miniskirt, the exquisite hosiery, and the long dangling earrings. The earrings matched an amazing triangular necklace that looked like an arrow pointing to the cleavage between the green lacy curves of this exceptional bra. I was so happy I had chosen to dress in green, an unconscious connection with the green bra that would dominate me along with the Mistress throughout the session. The Mistress approved of my outfit: the brown gladiator shoes that matched the brown belt that hugged my green dress tightly since my waist was severely restrictively underneath by the Mistress' rubber corset. The black fishnet stockings over taupe hose and a white wig completed my feminized look. I was ready to be her girl. She put me right on a new bench and told me I was the first person to play on it. She wanted to see how a girl my size would fit the new equipment. She attached my arms to the front D rings in a way that prohibited movement yet allowed my shoulders to be comfortable. Then I became a beautiful macramé project as tan ropes that matched the accessories of my outfit were criss-crossed all over my body to insure that I could not leave the bench. My high heels were also roped to the bench to restrict my nervously fidgeting feet. Roped down in this way, I could no longer see the green bra, but I knew it was there beside me as I became a bondage toy. Read the rest in members