For about the fifteenth time, Jenna Turned found herself looking up at an old, analog clock ticking away on the wall. She was quite certain that it was broken. They'd been sitting at the table for at least an hour, but the ticking clock's lie told her that it'd only been five minutes. Definitely broken. But when she pulled her phone out of her purse, the little white numbers frozen across the otherwise dark screen confirmed what she already knew: time moved slower here than it did anywhere else. She shoved her phone back into her purse and returned to drumming her fingers against the surface of the table.<br/><br/>Jenna was a sweet girl with long blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and a gentle smile. She was neither tall nor short for a woman, her skin was lightly tanned evenly across her entire body, and she was wearing a grey pleated skirt that stopped just a few inches short of her knee and a long-sleeve, light-pink top.<br/><br/>"I think I should have worn something else." Jenna told Chelsea for at least the twentieth time since they'd left their apartment together earlier that day. Chelsea was Jenna's girlfriend and best friend. They'd been dating for a while now, and, though Jenna couldn't speak for both of them, she thought the relationship was going well. It was definitely the best of her young life. They got along well both in and outside the bedroom. They liked a lot of the same things but were still different enough to excite and challenge each other. And they trusted each other. That last part was particularly important for today. Without that trust, Jenna knew they wouldn't be here waiting to do . . . well, she didn't really know<em>what</em>all was going to happen.<br/><br/>This was their first time in Dominique's BDSM dungeon. The three of them had talked back and forth; they'd even met a few times, gotten comfortable. Jenna thought there was some chemistry there. Everything had gone really well. But now she and Chelsea were actually<em>here</em>, surrounded by collars, whips, cages, and a lot of things that Jenna didn't know the names for.<br/><br/>The two lovers seated at the table had experimented with BDSM and kink a little bit just the two of them. In those encounters, Chelsea had been the dominant partner. But neither of them really knew what they were doing, and most of the stuff they tried had been pretty tame. Today, they were both here to be submissive. And today, their Dominatrix had<em>a lot</em>of experience.<br/><br/>Finally, unable to sit still any longer, Jenna stood up to stretch her legs. Dominique told them to sit and wait. She'd be with them in a few minutes. She hadn't said anything about how<em>freaking</em>hard waiting was going to be.<br/><br/>