Adding a Little Spice (Dashenka, Peachy, L'Im)
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				Title: <strong>Adding a Little Spice (Dashenka, Peachy, L'Im)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>14-07-2019, 00:44:53</strong>
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				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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Adding a Little Spice (Dashenka, Peachy, L'Im)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-07-2019, 12:27:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://avantos.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/img_9230.jpg)</div>"Yes you should probably just strip naked already. Saves everybody the trouble of doing it and saves me having to listen to your nervous moaning."<br><br>Chelsea scoffed at her girlfriend. Jenna was sweet and cute and sexy but when she was nervous, Chelsea had a hard time keeping her patience. Truth was though, Chelsea was a little nervous herself. It's all fun and safe talking about it and playing around in their bedroom, actually doing it with a professional was different. One of the things Chelsea looked up to mostly was to give up control. She was a lifeguard at the beach, always in control having to rescue and guide people around. Not being able to move or even speak might be hard for her. <br><br>The other thing she was very uneasy about was to see another woman 'hurting' Jenna. Chelsea knew they both had agreed with it and they both realised that a little bit of discomfort and pain was part of the deal but Chelsea had no idea how she'd react seeing the love of her life in pain caused by another woman. She kept telling herself she wasn't jealous but when Jenna went out with friends, Chelsea had felt a weird and very sick sense of jealousy that she couldn't describe. What if she was having sex with somebody else and, worse still, what if they were better at it than her? <br><br>Her closest friend had told her it was insecurities and deep down inside Chelsea believed it was but she couldn't understand yet why she felt so insecure. Most likely something that had happened in her youth. She had just blocked it out. <br><br>When Jenna began drumming the table again, Chelsea reached out and took her girlfriend's hand in her own.<br><br>"Jen.. relax.. Please. You're making me nervous."<br><br>She leaned in and kissed her blonde lover on the lips.<br><br>"We have spoken to miss Dominique. We have discussed the safe word and we have promised each other to use it if it gets too much for either of us ok? It'll be fine."<br><br>Chelsea wasn't sure if she was comforting her girlfriend or herself with her words. If it was an attempt to calm herself, it was failing miserably. She knew everything she said was true and logically, everything would be fine and nothing could go wrong. Her insecurities or jealousy though thought otherwise.<br><br>"This waiting is just part of the game. She is probably getting ready herself as well or just testing us and our patience."<br><br>She laughed a bit nervously. <br><br>"Maybe in an hour orso, you wish you'd be sitting at this table waiting.."<br><br>Meant as a little joke to calm her girlfriend down, it had the exact opposite effect on Chelsea. It only made her more worried and anxious than she already was. At least she was hiding it for Jenna. Hopefully.
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