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.