Anything You Want
by Susan Strict©
"Anything you want," she said.
"Anything? How about if I want to do something kinky?"
"I don't mind," she confirmed, "Although I don't really like being hurt. Pain doesn't turn me on at all."
"But you don't mind giving a bit of pain, do you? You keep on about men needing a good spanking!"
She laughed at that. "I've never actually tried it," she admitted. "I do quite like the idea!"
"Well you're not spanking me." He was definite about that.
"What a pity," she said, still laughing. "I ought to try it with someone one day. I think I'd really like to do it properly."
"What do you mean 'properly'? Either you do it, or you don't. What's 'properly'?"
"Oh, you know. Have him so he can't get away until I've finished. Give him a good hard spanking until his backside is bright red. Maybe gag him, so he can't make a noise and I can just do it to him until I've had enough."
"You are kinky," he said disapprovingly. "You're not doing anything like that to me."
"No," she said, with more than a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I know. That's why I said anything you want. What would you really like to do?"
He hesitated.
"Come on," she said smiling at him, "There must be something that particularly excites you, something you've never done but you would really like to."
"Well..." Still he hesitated.
"Oh do come on," she said, stamping her foot impatiently. "Surely you're not shy? You can't be afraid to tell me. There's hardly anything we haven't talked about."
"I'm not sure I'd like it," he explained.
"You'll never know if you don't try it," she told him. "And if you don't tell me, then there's no chance you're even going to half try it."
"OK. I want a woman to sit on me."
She shrugged. "That's not so bad," she said, "But I don't really understand how that's exciting."
"No," he blushed and stammered. "I think I'd like a woman sitting right on me, on my face, so I was right under her, looking up at her. So I couldn't get her off until she wanted to get off."
He was not looking at her. He stared at the floor, somewhat embarrassed and not knowing how she would react.
"That's no problem," she said softly. "The trouble is that you would push me off easily if I sat on you."
"I don't think I would," he replied, still looking down at the floor, "You're quite heavy and..."
She slapped him playfully. "Are you calling me fat?" she said with mock anger.
"No, no, of course not. It's just you're not exactly skinny, and if your whole weight was on me and I was flat on my back, I don't think I could push you off."
"You could if you really tried," she said positively. "When you really wanted to, you would have no trouble at all. Unless..."
"Unless what?" he prompted her.
"Unless I tied you up. Comfortably, of course. Just enough so you couldn't push me off."
He laughed. "You only want me tied up so you can spank me!"
"No," she was a little indignant. "I wouldn't do that. I'll only sit on you, like you want. I said I'd do anything you want, and I don't mind this at all. It would be fun."
He turned away.
"Don't you trust me?" she asked, an edge of real annoyance in her voice.
"Of course I trust you."
"Well then? Let's do it."
"Really?" There was no mistaking the excitement in his voice.
"Of course. My bed is the best place. Comfortable but not too soft, and easy to tie you on to it."
She took him by the hand and led him upstairs into her bedroom.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Look, I'm really not sure..."
"Make up your mind. Either you want my body on top of you, or you don't. It's your choice."
"I do," he said enthusiastically, then his enthusiasm wavered. "But you don't actually need to tie me to the bed, do you?"
"I suppose not," she agreed. "You said you didn't want to be able to push me off you. I could just tie your wrists to your legs and maybe tie your ankles together. I don't think you could push me off if you were tied like that."
She rummaged in a wardrobe and produced some old scarves. "These would be perfect," she said. "Get your clothes off. We can't do this with you fully dressed."
"You could do it without me taking all my clothes off," he objected.
She shook her head. "It wouldn't feel right," she told him. "You wouldn't feel right either. You like this because I'll be in control and you'll be helpless and vulnerable underneath me. It will be so much better if you are completely naked, won't it?"
"That's not the only reason I like it," he pointed out. "You know I like to kiss you down there, and this is like that but sort of better. I think."
"That's an added bonus," she said with a grin, then she looked serious. "So are you getting your clothes off or not?"
He undressed, a little nervously. She knotted one of the scarves around his right wrist and tied it securely to his thigh, then did the same with the other wrist.
"All right?" she asked. "Now lie on the bed."
With some difficulty, he manoeuvred himself onto the bed. She promptly tied his ankles