They were sitting at the small table in Oscar's studio apartment. He had invited Emma for spaghetti Bolognese. A humble dish, but hard to mess up. A safe and sensible choice, Oscar thought. Emma, while not exactly thrilled by spaghetti, was happy to have dinner with Oscar.
Oscar studied mathematics and Emma did veterinary medicine. Oscar was pretty bright, but a bit of a loner. Emma was usually cheery and sociable, but veterinary medicine had proven more challenging than she had expected. Studying had taken a toll on her social life. Fortunately for both of them, one of Emma friends had dragged her to the student bar at Oscar's campus.
While ordering drinks, they had bumped into each other. Oscar had been uncharacteristically suave and got her number. With the help of a round of shots and a few drinks, they got loosened up and found out they had rather good chemistry, despite neither of them studying it. They had ended the night at Emma's place and had been together ever since.
About six months after that night they were sitting across each other with their mouths full and lost themselves in each other's eyes - still in love. Had you asked them about their relationship, they would both have told you that everything was going great. The romance was alive and their sex life, while rather vanilla, was more than most people could hope for. Something was bugging Oscar and Emma could see it on his face, but she didn't want to broach the subject. He had had something on his mind for a time.
After a while, Oscar broke the silence and said with a serious expression: "There's something I've been thinking about." Emma almost choked on her spaghetti, afraid it would be a 'talk'.
"Overall, I'm happy with our sex life, but I feel that perhaps there's a part of me, that's not quite satisfied," Oscar said as he couldn't think of a better way to say it.
Emma gave up on the spaghetti and had to lean back to digest what he said. "What part of you? How come?" she asked cautiously, fearing the answer.
After wracking his brain for a while, the answer came: "It's hard to put into words. I guess I want to be more dominant in bed and really make you mine."
"But I am yours!" she exclaimed and breathed a little sigh of relief. At least he wasn't into some freaky fetish stuff.
"Yes, of course," Oscar said a little frustrated. "But that's not quite what I meant." He took a moment to think about how to better explain it.
"What do you know about BDSM?" he tried.
"It is to do with leather, spanking and sex slaves, I guess?" she thought aloud.
"More or less, but it's particularly the dominance aspect that turns me on. It wouldn't have to be extreme or anything, it can be as little or as much as you want. It turns me on to take control of a girl and see her writhe in pleasure," he explained.
Emma was starting to understand what he meant, but she wasn't convinced. "And you think, you can just control me like that?" she said a little offended.
"Remember that time, when I held you down as I kissed you all over your body, and you said you felt trapped? I don't want to do anything to you, that you don't like, that's why I want to talk about it." he went on.
She remembered the episode. It was 4 months ago, when they had started going steady, but now that she was thinking about it, maybe it wasn't that bad. "I couldn't really handle it back then, but I guess it would be okay, now that I trust you more," she said accommodatingly.
"I'm happy to hear that, but you have to understand that I want to do more than just that. And for that to work, you have to be okay with it, if it's something you want to do at all." Oscar had a slight smile on his face.
She understood what he was getting at now and realized she had to decide for herself what she really wanted. "What if I'm not okay with it?" she asked, afraid of the potential outcome of this conversation.
He mulled it over. "I'd be sad and maybe frustrated, but my love for you is about more than just sex. As I said, I do like what we have as it is," he answered.
That eased some of the pressure, but she was still unsure about the whole thing. "So what's the plan, anyway?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"I don't have a plan per se, but I figured we could try it out before we made the final decision," he said hopefully.
She closed her eyes and weighed her options. On one hand, she wanted to please Oscar, but on the other, she was a little put off by the word 'dominance' and its connotations. She was no stranger to internet porn and had seen how certain women derived pleasure from being under the man's control, but she had never seen herself in that role.
The egalitarian in the back of her mind was also nagging her. However, she didn't think it was such a bad idea to at least try it out. Oscar had never hurt her and she had no reason to believe he ever would. She had never been very adventurous in bed, so maybe this was a good opportunity to make up for lost time.
She had made up her mind and said: "If you're the dominant, that would make me the submissive, right? It's nothing new for you to take the lead, but I'm not sure if I see myself in my role. However, I think it's a good occasion to try something that I otherwise wouldn't have." Oskar got a twinkle in his eye, leaned over to Emma and kissed her deeply. She could taste. the garlic.
"I appreciate you giving it a chance." he said lovingly and immediately followed it up with: "Why don't you start by taking off your jeans?"
His matter-of-fact tone took Emma by surprise and she stuttered: "Wh-what? Seriously? Right now at the dinner table?"
"We might as well get started. I promise it won't hurt," he said. Emma didn't know what to think. She hadn't mentally prepared herself for actually doing it yet.
She hesitated, but stood up with an "Okay..." and pulled her pants down. Slowly she bared her long gorgeous legs. Oscar could now see her pink panties and was wondering if they matched the bra while turning a little pink himself.
When she had gotten them off and looked at Oscar nervously, he asked her: "Come over here and turn around." Timidly she took a step toward him and turned around. He put a hand on each hip and teasingly pulled the panties down her well-shaped butt.
"Every part of you is beautiful," he said as he dropped the panties to her ankles. She could hear the view was having an influence on him. She stepped out of her panties, turned toward him, and put her hands on her hips.
"Is this really necessary? We're not even done eating yet." she laughed a little.
"Yes, and that's exactly why. Sit down and let's finish." he laughed back.
Emma sat down but jumped a little as she wasn't used to sitting naked on these chairs. It took a while to adapt to the new feeling of her pussy against the soft fabric of the chair. It felt kind of wrong, but she tried focusing on her spaghetti instead. Despite still being half-clothed and covered by the table, Emma felt more naked than she would have, had she simply taken off everything.
Being half-naked somehow felt more daring than just being nude. Oscar had seen her naked body many times, but being in this casual situation, where she usually had clothes on was wild. It didn't really make sense to her.
Thankfully the curtains were drawn, so she wasn't an accidental exhibitionist. She didn't know what she'd do if people saw her like this. Oscar just smiled as she sat there twisting and turning getting accustomed to her half-naked state. She had to be extra careful not to spill any tomato sauce in her lap.
At last, they had finished eating. "How does it feel?" Oscar asked as he sat back and rubbed his belly.
"It's weird, but maybe in a good way? I don't really know." she tried to explain. Emma sat back as well and let her hands fall in her lap. Until now she hadn't noticed the moisture in her crotch. Her face flushed slightly and she got a tad embarrassed. They sat in silence for a while and digested their food.
Oscar used the time to think about his next move. He wanted to challenge her, give her a fair taste of what was to come. Something kinky enough, but not something that would scare her off.
Maybe he could bend her over his knee and spank her ass?
No, they had just eaten and he had to take the neighbors into consideration.
What if he tied her up and made her beg for his cock and blow him?
No, that would probably be too much too soon and he didn't have any proper rope either way.
He would have to fix that he thought and made a mental note of it.
Finally, he said: "I have an idea. Come over and sit on the bed." He got up and stood by the side of the bed. The excitement came back to Emma. She felt the butterflies as she did what he said.
Emma crawled onto the bed. She felt the breeze on her bare pussy and it had quite an influence on her. Oscar, still standing fully clothed, commanded: "Sit up against the wall. Spread your legs toward me."
Emma wasn't too pleased with the tone but thought it was kind of fun being commanded around. She did as instructed and gracefully spread her beautiful legs. Oscar could now see her pink lips and the short hair over her pubic mound. The small button had woken up and a little drop of moisture had formed at the bottom of her slit. Emma was clearly excited, which gave Oscar hope for the future.
Despite having seen it many times before, it had quite the effect on him as well. Making her react like that without actually touching her really turned him on. Oscar took a chair from the table and put it in front of Emma by the bed. They simply looked at each other.
Emma was nervous, feeling rather on display, being half-naked with Oscar just sitting there. The look on her face satisfied Oscar. It couldn't be too easy either.
"You can take off the rest of your clothes now, but keep your legs spread," he said simply and kept enjoying the view. Emma pulled her blouse over her head and revealed her C cup bra. It did match the pink panties, Oscar thought. She took off the bra as well but got embarrassed as her eyes met Oscar's, who was just staring at her. Oscar smiled.
"Now I want you to masturbate, while I watch," he told her. He had a hard time keeping a straight face, yet managed.
