*Ugh! I begin thinking that I hate such predicaments...It hands me back the power in the situation in a way that is not earned, which just ticks me off, AND it makes it so I no longer view you as a dominate Ler...only one way to "fix" this....hmmmm :shifty: I realize you are still holding on tight to my ankles, but now that your last phrase has disapated the psychological restraints I've also been battling, my head begins to think clearer....if he is only holding onto my ankles, I can twist my body out of this if I aim for where his fingers and thumbs meet... I do it, wrenching myself free and immediatly pivoting to sit on top of you...smiing, 😉 I wink down at you as I playfully tickle your underarms and bellybutton,* "BIG mistake, Nanashi, for if I'm to just lie here and take a good tickling, it better be because I believe you are in control, otherwise....* I grab your wrists as I say this with one hand and begin trailing my nails gently down your armpit with my other, drawing swirling patterns against the goosebumps I see forming, pleased that despite your earlier lack of reaction, the skin can't lie..."thing is, I'm positively in love with being a Lee, but only if the Ler truly gains and keeps the upperhand..." I give you a wicked grin, despite still blushing from the most recent tickling on my feet and lean down to whisper against your ear "So what are you going to do about it, hmmmmm?" as my fingers continue their ticklish exploration....