I know of some ageplayers who are quite content to play with friends, or enjoy being 'little' on their own. And that's absolutely fine.
However, the type of ageplay that I like to write about involves a significant D/s dynamic – specifically the Alpha, older male as the authority figure, nurturing and disciplining a female submissive. So in that sense, this type of power exchange ageplay falls within the umbrella of BDSM.
And as for all BDSM practices, the same principles of safe, sane and consensual apply with an ageplay relationship, and communication is a key factor in understanding and meeting specific needs. The adult authority figure/caregiver can vary in reality; indeed, a 'Daddy' isn't necessarily male – but they are in my books.
Take the new title, Little Evie, it includes some aspects of BDSM – balm, restraints, nipple clamps, butt plugs etc, but that is secondary to the powerful dynamic that develops between Evie and her 'Daddy'.
Here's an extract at a point early in their relationship:
“Yeah, I've always looked far younger than my actual years. And you know something? I don't mind at all. It gives me an excuse to act like a kid at times. I like to go in the park and play on the swings! Don't you dare tell anyone I said that.”
“Interesting.” Dylan licked his lips and leaned closer, reaching out to wrap a tendril of her golden hair around his finger. “I once had a submissive who was similar to you. She was 24 and looked about 13. She was really into age play.”
“What's that?” When he explained, her eyes widened. “I can see the appeal. It must be … liberating to be little again, and kind of fun to wear little girl clothes and stuff.”
“Just like you're doing right now. The dynamic is already there, and I have a wardrobe full of Mary's clothes ...” His voice trailed off as he studied her face. It was animated.
“Earlier on, you referred to yourself as 'Daddy'. I liked that.”
“Why did you like it?”
“It made me feel all squirmy … sexy... submissive. I dunno. I find it difficult to explain.”
They talked and they talked. Evie had never been so frank with anyone. The conversation was refreshingly open and honest and Evie poured out her deepest darkest fantasies and wildest desires. And he understood! He seemed to understand her better than she understood herself. She felt a closeness to him unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and that closeness was tempered by an unfolding D/s dynamic, and a sexual frisson yet to be fully realised. She gazed at him. Here was a highly intelligent man who was big and powerful, not only physically - he had such presence. His expression, his tone, could set her heart a flutter and turn her knees to jelly. She wanted him to nurture and protect her, to spank her when she misbehaved or just for the fun of it, to fuck her brains out and do all manner of deliciously kinky things …
Little Evie is available for Kindle from Amazon and in a variety of formats from LSF Publications:
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