We grappled with each other on the bed. His hands grasped my wrists, but I continued to wriggle free – or at least attempt to find freedom. He was quicker than me nearly every time. For a second, I mentally stepped back and wondered how I, the good little submissive, could be fighting my Daddy like this.
And then I saw my chance. His hold relaxed and my hand darted out of his grasp and straight for my target. My fingers wiggled under his arm as I laughed, “I got you! I got you!” Daddy is ticklish. That may have been the best discovery since electricity and indoor plumbing, at least in my world. I found out completely by accident when I gave in to the impulse to find out that hit me one afternoon.
He strengthened his resolve and his grip. I wiggled and wormed, trying to get myself loose. I went so far as to try to use my chin or my nose to tickle him. He laughed at my antics. The arrogant laugh of a Dominant who knows he’s winning is an aphrodisiac of sorts. I never lost my own resolve but even I had to acknowledge the moisture that collected between my thighs at the sound of his confidence.
I struggled against him, knowing I was losing the war, even as I continued to win a battle or two. At last he pinned me down and showing no mercy, tickling me until I screamed with laughter and begged him to stop. Daddy always wins – in the end.
I’m a little, and I’m submissive, and he’s my Daddy and my Sir. Our relationship is a mutually agreed upon arrangement of “What Daddy says, goes.” This was different. This was playful, childlike fun. And I play to win, even when I know I am woefully outmatched.
Our dynamic is with us at all times, but we like to goof off and act silly with one another. Even with our age difference, I have to admit that Daddy brings out the kid in me more than I do in him.
For anyone that thinks D/s is nothing but serious rule-following with bowing and scraping followed by rough, angry, kinky sex, I hate to burst your bubble. There is a time and place for the rough, angry, kinky sex and the kneeling and such. There is also a time and place for tickle wars, pillow fights, and licking cake frosting straight from the bowl.
I agree with you… My Sir is so much more than just my Dominant, he’s is my best friend! The one I laugh with, cry with, and share all my dirty little secrets with. But the best is He is the one I kneel for, and submit too all wrapped up neatly and tied with a bow… Or maybe it’s bondage rope! Lol! In any case…he is my world, and I love him madly.
So we are all dying to hear how your Daddy made out with your family? I’m sure it went well! Enjoy your weekend, treasure your moments, and happy wrestling!
Mynx
Exactly!
It went very well. He’s “allowed” to come back for Christmas. 🙂
Underneath the D/s, the icing on the cake, indeed, is a normal relationship between human beings. That is what finally counts, being happy, relying on each other. Having fun and, when needed, comforting and weeping and being there. Nice post as always, Kayla.
Exactly! I think the thing that people who are new to D/s or who are unfamiliar with D/s don’t realize is that underneath it all, it’s two people in a relationship. 🙂
I will have to admit it was the must fun I had in along time and hearing you laugh like that was wonderful even though I had you pinned beneath me.
😀 I’ll meet you in battle at another date…
Hahaha!! Absolutely! Sir and Iaugh and goof around all the time. Sometimes it stays playful, and sometimes….:) Glad to have found your blog! ( thanks Mynx!)
Yeah, thanks Mynx! 🙂
Welcome! And the amount of laughter we share seems to be the absolute best part of our relationship…which says a lot, because there are some damn good things about our relationship.
Couldn’t agree with you more… 🙂
xoxo
🙂