Rika's Fourth Chapter: The Captive Sleepover
Rika By Luckycat Chapter Four “Do you really want me to spend this night here?” Feeney asked, her gaze fixed on Rika. “I’m having far too much fun with your…
Rika By Luckycat Chapter Four “Do you really want me to spend this night here?” Feeney asked, her gaze fixed on Rika. “I’m having far too much fun with your company to let you leave just yet. Sorry sweetheart, but you’re staying put. End of story!” “Rika.” Feeneysaid. “Look, I really appreciate the offer, but there are things waiting for me…” “What kind of things?” Rika asked. “It’s Friday tomorrow, and you still need to help me with that little task of mine, after which you’ll have a full weekend free. Look at you, Phoenix; you’re already here. Why bother going back home just to drive all the way back again in the morning?” “But what about my wardrobe?” Feeney said, looking for an escape route. Rika waved her hand dismissively. “You don’t need clothes. Just stay wrapped up in my bathrobe; it looks absolutely adorable on you!” Feeney sighed as she began to realize there was no way out of this situation. “But where will I sleep?” “With me, naturally. The bed is massive, with plenty of room for two.” She added, “Even with that chubby Tickle around!” Rika laughed. Feeney smiled, recalling the little pink kitten that loved licking salt. “But what if…” “What? What if I decide to pounce on you in the middle of the night?” “Well…” “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not usually a lesbian at night. Usually, I sleep like a log. You’ll likely be quite safe.” Rika said with a nod. “Probably?” Feeney asked nervously. “Look Phoenix, all I want is for us to become friends and get to know each other better. Come on, it will be fun! Just like two little girls having a sleepover.” “Well…” Feeneysaid, starting to give in. Secretly, she wanted to agree, but she needed to pretend she was offering some resistance. “Well…” “Tell you what: I’ll order food late tonight, and we can have a real feast. Then after eating, we can lie on our stomachs, wiggle our feet in the air, watch a movie together, and chat girl-to-girl until we fall asleep.” The mental image of Rika’s long feet caused Feeney to feel a sudden rush of erotic pleasure as she imagined those little pom-poms dancing above Rika’s firm naked backside. “Well…” Rikafrowned slightly and raised her eyebrows. “Fine, then I’ll give you a choice; either you agree to stay over and have fun, or you can remain exactly as you are right now, squirming those beautiful long toes of yours in the dark while I sleep soundly in bed.” Feeney jerked and stared hard at Rika. “Shit!”\n“Oh yes…of course…I’d have to gag you; I wouldn’t want you to disturb Tickle.” “Okay—Okay!! You’ve convinced me, I’ll stay!” Feeneyspouted the words. Rikagiggled triumphantly. “I thought that you might see it my way! Great!” “Yes…great!” Feeney echoed. “Oh,” Rika said. “And don’t worry about your little car, sweetheart; I’ve had Red move it inside the garage under the club where it’ll be safe.” “My car?” Feeneysaid. “Yeah, I told her to park it next to my Mercedes. Your keys are in the ignition. “Thanks…I think. Maybe I should run down quickly and check on it.” “There’s no need. Like most dykes, Red is a great driver. Besides, it might not be such a good idea for you traipsing through the club barefoot in my pink robe. It might give some horny woman nasty ideas.” “Oh,” said Feeney with wide eyes. “But I could put on clothes…” Rika shook her head. “Sorry. I had Red lock all your clothes and your cell phone inside the trunk. Captive Feeney realized that very cleverly, step-by-step, this tall woman had carefully plotted to trap her into spending the night alone with her in Rika’s apartment. She squirmed slowly within the manacles, wondering just what she could possibly do while helpless in her current position. “Sounds to me like I’m your…prisoner.” Feeney said nervously. Rikathed over this. “You’re perfectly free to leave anytime you want.” Then she added. “Tomorrow that is, after you complete that little task for me. Until then you’re only my…” “Guest?” Feeneysupplied hopefully. “Oh you’re much more than just a guest. let’s say…you are my…captive.” “Your…captive?” “Yes, my captive,” Rika nodded happily. “Excuse me crazy woman, but I fail to see the difference between being your captive and being your prisoner.” Rikaheld up a finger for Feeney to wait as she shoved another slice of pizza into her mouth. Her multi-colored eyes never left the trapped woman’s gaze as she chewed, staring down at her with an amused grin. At last she spoke. “Well, I suppose it is rather a fine point, but then again, any real bondage enthusiast would know the difference.” “Oh, Is that so?” Feeney said contemptuously. “Then why don’t you just enlighten me.” “Sure. A prisoner generally implies someone who is held either for political reasons or for having committed a crime. There’s no fun involved in that kind of bondage. “O-kay,” Feeneysaid evenly. “A captive, on the other hand, is usually a person you simply hold against their will. Either for money, or sexual favors.” “And I am that?” “Yes. That’s you, sweetheart,” Rika gave her a dazzling smile. “Oh…I get it now,” Feeney said. “Well, since I don’t have any money…” Rikawinked. “Exactly!” Feeneysrolled her gray eyes. There are several other classifications as well.” Rika went on. “Slave and sex-slave being the two most important ones.” “What does that mean?” “It means being forced to do hard work, or if you’re lucky, simply being forced to perform sexually. Obviously.” Feeney suspected that Rika was playing with her, trying to scare her slightly. She decided to go on the offensive. “Okay then miss know-it-all, so tell me, when you engage in your own self-bondage rituals, are you the chain’s prisoner, captive, slave, or its sex-slave?” Rikagiggled and took a bite of pizza. “You are such-a-hoot!” “Thanks,” Feeney said and wiggled her toes. Strangely, despite her fear, at this moment she felt happier than she could even remember being in years. “Well to answer your question: I couldn’t be the chain’s prisoner since I haven’t really committed any crime. Chains have no need of sex, so I couldn’t be their sex-slave. So obviously then, I would simply be their captive.” “Temporary captive,” Feeney added. Rikalaughed. “Hopefully, yes.” Feeneysquinted up at Rika. “But supposing that you got stuck and starved to death?” “Then I’d be two things: their victim, and extremely stupid!” Feeney laughed despite herself. Well thanks for explaining why I’m only just your captive. Will I eventually work my way up to being a sex slave, or is that an internal promotion within the company?” Rikalaughed uproariously. After she had regained her composure, Rika said “Does all this scare you? Or does being my helpless captive sound like it might be fun?” Feeney’s eyes locked on Rika’s. “Honestly?” “Yes,” Rika nodded. “Honestly.” “Then I suppose that it depends.
Depends? On what?” “Whether you’re going to lick my feet some more tonight.” Rikagrinned from ear to ear. “Oh yes, that, you can really depend on!” Feeney grinned. “Do you always make captives of your friends Rika?” “Nope, you’re my very first,” she added softly. “And my first real friend too.” “Really?” Feeneysasked. “Phoenix,” Rikasaidsuddenly becoming very serious. “Can I tell you something else as well?” “Yes sure,” Feeney said knowing that what was coming was very important. “This…tonight…this is the first time that I’ve ever tried to dominate someone.” Feeneylooked aghast. “You’re kidding!” “Nope,” Rikasaidshe shrugged one shoulder obviously making an attempt to appear nonchalant. “I’ve always been a submissive. Being the one in control is as new to me, as being tied up in bondage is to you.” “Wow Rika,” Feeneysaid softly. “I had no idea. But you seem to be doing a pretty good job of it though; I’m really scared shitless!” “Really?” Rikasmiled hopefully. “Yes oh yeah! Whatever you’re doing, you must be doing something right!
Great,” Rika said. Feeney noticed that her friend’s evil smile had returned. “Well to be completely honest with you I’m not only nervous; I’ve never been so horny in my entire life!” “That’s good right? But what if our positions were reversed right now?” Rika spoke very intently. “How would you feel if you had me trapped inside those shackles instead”
“of you?” Feeney pondered this, aware that her response mattered deeply to Rika. “I think I’d like it. I’d certainly enjoy having those sexy feet of yours at my complete mercy.” She chuckled softly. “I’m not entirely sure what exactly I’ll do with them, though you’ve already shown me several things I really appreciate! Your licking and tickling are top-notch, and I assume you’d enjoy receiving the same treatment in return.” “Duh!” Rika giggled. “You think so?” Feeney scooted back a bit and pressed the side of her head against her knees. With a soft, quizzical smile, she gazed into Rika’s multi-colored eyes for a long while. Both women seemed to have run out of things to say, content simply to share each other’s company and their strange passions. The complete silence of the large, isolated apartment was broken only by the sound of soft purring coming from atop the bed. Finally, Rika broke the spell. “Now cutie, I want you to eat something; you’ll need your strength.” Feeney wondered—‘strength for what?’ “Okay…then let me out of this thing, and I’ll eat.” “Oh—no!” Rika purred. “You’ll stay right where you are! I’m far from finished with you! But yes, you do need to eat. I wouldn’t want you thinking I was a poor host!” Rika moved to sit on the floor directly behind Feeney and slid the pizza box toward her. Opening her black robe, she snuggled tightly against Feeney. The small of Feeney’s back hurt from being bent over so long in that awkward position, and the pressure of Rika’s warm body supporting her was a wonderful relief. Dinner with Rika Rika opened the box, shook a slice free from its neighbors, and held it to Feeney’s lips. “It’s absolutely the best pizza in town, now eat!” Rika commanded. After being fed two slices, Feeney pulled her head away. “That’s good, no more thanks.” “Just one more slice…for Rika!” Rika cooed. “Thanks, but I’m really full.” Rika kissed her captive’s ear. “You know, if I wanted to, I could use something that’s hanging on that wall to clamp your mouth open. Then I could force you to eat this whole pizza one tiny piece at a time.” “Why, do you want to have a fat friend?” Feeney said. “Maybe.” Rika purred. “You’re pretty skinny; you could use a little fattening up.” Setting the uneaten third slice back in the box, Rika reached around Feeney’s waist and began to gently rub her stomach. “Do you need to pee?” She asked. “No, I’m good.” Feeney said, panting slowly as the hand began to squeeze. “Too bad,” Rika whispered. “I absolutely love the feel of my tight bladder when I’m hog-tied on my tummy and unable to relieve that wonderful pressure!” “Oh?” Feeney whispered, her arousal returning in spades. “It’s heaven! Maybe I should force you to drink a few quarts of ice-cold water? It wouldn’t take very long until…” “Ah, no thanks, I’m good!” Feeney said now gasping for breath. “Suit yourself. Maybe…next time.” Rika’s long index finger had begun to move slowly between her pubic hairs. “What…what are you doing?” Feeney asked. “Nothing,” Rika replied, her voice smiling. “It doesn’t feel like nothing!” Feeney said. “Do you actually think that I’d be satisfied to just let you climax?” Rika laughed. “Any woman can use her own finger to do that! No, You need to learn the joys of forced denial. Anticipation and uncertainty are ninety percent of the fun.” “Anticipation?” Feeney asked. Rika nodded. “Absolutely! Sometimes I spend hours, even days feeding my desire before I allow myself to come.” “Really?” “Sure. Just think of all the poor women who lay underneath some man, only to have their passion teased for just two or three minutes. A woman needs to beg for her orgasm, and believe me, I know just how to make you beg!” Rika pushed the pizza box away and returned to sit on the ottoman. After stretching out her long legs, she tucked her bare feet under Feeney’s thighs and resumed her foot massage. Feeney moaned blissfully, her eyes slits as she watched the tall woman’s fingers work her feet. Her lust had grown into a tangible, terrible thing. She moaned softly as a single drop of moisture ran from her vagina to roll down between her buttocks, finally dangling maddeningly from her anus. “I could do this to you all night long,” Rika said. “And I’d let you!” Feeney replied. Her eyes moved to the wall behind Rika. “I’m just curious,” She said. “How many times have you really been trapped?” Rika followed her eyes. “By the cuffs?” “Yeah.” “Not often, but a few.” Rika said. “How did you get loose?” Feeney asked, curious. “I used an ice release.” “A what?” “An ice release,” Rika explained. “The night before I try to escape, I put both a key and the end of a string inside an ice cube tray in the freezer.” “Okay…?” “Then the next day when I’m ready to begin, I hang the string from a hook on the ceiling.” “So that way you’re forced to wait until the ice cube melts, and the key drops.” Feeney finished. “Precisely. Usually, I’m on my stomach with my feet shackled to my wrists so that I can’t move.” “How long? Until the key falls, I mean,” Feeney asked, visualizing the scenario. “Oh, between two and four hours, depending on the room temperature. There are other methods of escape, of course: electric timers and magnets. But the power could go off and leave me trapped with no hope of escape. Ice is dependable.” Feeney grunted softly as Rika began to pull, stretching her toes. “But have you ever been really stuck?” Rika grinned. “Several times, hopelessly and totally. It was wonderful!” “But…how did you get loose?” “I didn’t,” Rika said meeting Feeney’s eyes. “Red saved me.” “Red?” Feeney asked. “Yeah, we have an arrangement. If Red doesn’t see me by evening when the club opens, she comes up to check on me.” “And frees you,” Feeney said. Rika nodded. “She’s my safety net. The only problem with Red is that she’s too damned efficient.” Feeney looked puzzled. “Red’s a great girl, but she doesn’t get the whole bondage thing. Usually, she just unlocks me and goes back downstairs.” Then Rika grinned evilly. “But once…” “Once?” Feeney asked, now quite interested. “Once, I was trapped in the same exact position you’re in now. I’d had the key in my hand and had begun to try to get myself out, when I stupidly dropped it on the carpet out of reach.” “Oh my God! What happened?” “Red came looking for me two hours later. She was in an especially evil mood that night and told me she wasn’t going to let me out until I promised to give her a nice fat raise!” Feeney smiled. “And did you?” Rika shrugged. “I had no choice! And my mistake cost me big—and is still costing me—two more dollars an hour!” Feeney giggled. “But I really made her work for it.” She slapped the soles of my feet for twenty minutes with the palms of her hands until I was finally forced to give in.” “Shit!” Feeney said. Rika nodded. “It was one of the few times that I’ve actually been really tortured.” “It must have been awful!” Feeney said sympathetically, but there was a look of intense excitement in her eyes. “It was pretty scary,” Rika agreed. “When she finally did break me, I would have gladly paid her anything to stop. It was just lucky for me that Red’s not what you would call an…inventive woman.” “Is Red…I mean…” Feeney stumbled for words. “Are you two…” “Lovers?” Rika smiled and shook her head. “No, Red’s strictly your run-of-the-mill dyke. Her big thing is chasing the college girls that come in.” “Oh.” Feeney said, oddly relieved. “Of course, a few times, when she became really depressed over the loss of some stupid little girl-friend, I’ve let her come up and sleep with me. Just to help her out, you understand?” “Oh-sure!” Feeney said pouting, wondering why she should be the least bit interested in who Rika sleeps with. Rika saw this at once. “Why you’re jealous!!” She grinned. “Am not!” Feeney said. “Yes, you are, cutie; I can see it! Why you’re jealous of Red. I’m flattered!”
“Am not!” “Yeah, you are!” Rika laughed. “And now you’re lying again! Know what happens to little liars?” Feeney’s pout deepened. “I don’t care!” She met Rika’s gaze. “What…?” Rika stood and turned her attention along the rows of items mounted on the wall. Spotting what she needed, she sat back down and reached over Feeney’s feet to hold out an object for inspection. The item resembled a very small pair or handcuff but featured a pencil-thick metal rod attached to its center that swung freely. “Know what this is?” Rika asked. “No.” Feeney said, still pouting. “It looks like a baby pair of cuffs.” “Toe cuffs!” Rika declared in an audible whisper. Using a tiny key, Rika unlocked the small cuff, then leaning forward in her seat quickly secured it around Feeney’s big toes. Placing the steel rod into a slot above Feeney’s trapped ankles, she pushed it home. Feeney heard a soft ratcheting click as her big toes were pulled rigidly upright. “Try to wiggle your toes now!” Rika said with an evil glint. Feeney tried and found that only her other eight toes remained free to move. Her big toes were completely immobilized. “Shit!” She exclaimed. “What are you doing?” “Teaching you a lesson about what happens to little liars!” Rika held out her hands and wiggled her fingers suggestively. Then, lowering them toward Feeney’s feet, her long fingernails began to rake slowly down across the soles. Feeney let out a shriek of pure terror and fear. “Oh my God!!! Please don’t do that Rika! I can’t stand being tickled!!” “No? Then why did you lie to me?” “I didn’t, I didn’t!” Feeney said quickly. “Please stop!!” “No! And now you’re lying again! You’re in deep shit here Phoenix!” “Stop!!” Feeney screamed, and began to laugh wildly as Rika’s fingers carefully explored the trapped soft soles. “Now, just where was that-special-spot that you told me about?” Rika said. “Oh yes, now I remember, the undersides of your big toes!” Rika used the pads of her index fingers to stoke the spot Feeney feared most of all. In seconds she was reduced to hysterical laughter, unable to speak. “You like that, don’t’ you cutie?” Rika said giggling with delight. “Let’s just work them a while and see just how hard you can laugh!” Tears rolled down Feeney’s cheeks as she sobbed, laughing, crying and begging at the same time. After a full minute of the torture, Rika removed her fingers. “Now! Would you care to correct your statement about Red?” Feeney wanted to speak, but she couldn’t seem to form any words. Her mouth moved, but nothing came out. “No?” Rika asked, and waited for only two more seconds before returning her attention to the big toes. Feeney jerked frantically back and forth screaming with laughter. She bent her wrists trying to reach her own feet in a desperate attempt to stop the torture, but her fingers stopped just one maddening inch too short. She threw her head back and screamed over and over. “Of course having your big toes mercilessly tickled can be-annoying,” Rika said. “But my worst part are my soles, just below my heels, right—here.” Her fingers moved to the spot. Feeney bucked wildly, gasping for breath. She watched Rika’s sparkling eyes as the tall woman slowly and methodically continued her torture. Rika was enjoying herself immensely. “You’re just way too much fun cutie! I think that you’re every bit as ticklish as I am, and that’s saying a lot!” Feeney was beyond desperation. “Rika look, let’s make a deal, I…” “Sorry, no deals!” Tears streamed down Feeney’s cheeks. “Please stop Rika!” She begged. “No. You know, this is so much fun, that I may just decide to do it all night.” Rika said calmly. Her fingers had abandoned Feeney’s heels and were now exploring the sides of her feet. “Care to admit your evil lie and tell me the truth?” “Shit!” Feeney gasped. Rika’s long manicured fingernails returned to Feeney’s soles, making long maddeningly soft strokes. “Shit!—Shit!—Shit!” Feeney had found her voice. “Yes?” Rika teased. “I’m listening.” “All right!! I lied!! I was jealous of Red!! I admit it!! Now stop tickling my feet before I loose my mind!!” “No.” Rika said. The tickling didn’t stop. The fingers had moved once more to the soft underside of Feeney’s big toes. “Explain to me just why you were jealous.” “OH SHIT!” Rika!! Please, please, please, please, please, please, stop!!!” “No.” The tickling continued. “PLEASE!!!!!” “No. Tell me.” Rika said calmly, completely absorbed in her task. “I was jealous of her because she had your beautiful feet all to herself! She was a fool to let you off so easy. I wouldn’t have settled for less that five dollars an hour!!” The tickling stopped. Dead silence reigned in the bedroom for several moments. Then Rika began to laugh. She laughed until tears came to her eyes. Feeney sniffed and smiled back. “I really love you Phoenix, do you know that?” Rika said, still laughing. When her laughter had finally faded, she looked at Feeney, her green and blue eyes blazed as though they were lighted from within. “Would you really have tortured me as bad as Red did? Tell me the truth!” Feeney grinned. “Worse! I wouldn’t have beat your feet like she did, but I’d have tickled your soles all night long without showing you one once of mercy!” Rika stared at Feeney dumbstruck and then began to laugh even harder than ever. Bar Flies An hour later, Feeney and Rika sat at opposite ends of the sofa sipping two bottles of beer. Feeney had suddenly acquired a taste for Harp. Except to take turns running to the kitchen to pull fresh beers from the refrigerator they didn’t move for over two hours talking continually and giggling like two giddy schoolgirls. Rika kept the soles of her feet pressed against Feeney’s leg wiggled her long toes endlessly as her new friend-and captive-caressed them continually. At eleven thirty Rika raised the picture to the left of the sofa—the Bosch—entitled, “The Garden of Earthly Delights” and locked it in place. Leaning out she surveyed the bar below. Satisfied that all was in order she invited Feeney to look. Feeney leaned over the edge of the narrow opening and watched with interest at the events some thirty feet below. Men and women were gathered in cliques by sex talking and laughing as the loud beat of drum kept time to an old Madonna song. Here and there men stood facing one another talking animatedly while some women walked hand in hand or kissed discretely. The drag show began a little before twelve. As the first performer began his outrageous act Feeney felt Rika’s tall body press against her hips. Her arms enfolded her waist and locked tightly around it as she felt the softest of kisses fall upon the nape of her neck. From behind the central bar Red looked up and smiled at her with obvious envy She waved and Feeney waved back. Rika whispered in Feeney’s ear “Ready for bed cutie?” Feeney was reluctant for the day to end but fearful of just what the night might hold in store. She shrugged “I’m really tired I suppose we should.” Rika was silent for a moment. “If you’d rather, I can put a sheet on the sofa and get you a couple of blankets.” Feeney pushed back slowly into the room Rika’s black cotton robe was lying on the floor beside her she was completely nude Feeney met multi-colored eyes which seemed strangely afraid. “Your bed will be fine.” Feeney said at last She held up a cautioning finger “Just behave yourself pal!” Rika smiled and crossed her heart with a finger. “Trust me!” * Rika had told Feeney the truth when she had said that she slept like the dead What she hadn’t told her was that she was a world champion blanket thief. After an hour of fighting the tall sleeping woman for the covers Feeney finally got up and hunted thought the closet for another blanket Returning to bed she found that pink Tickle had taken her warm place on the futon. Blowing out a disgusted breath, Feeney crawled back into bed and pulled the salt-licking kitte
n between her naked breasts beneath the covers. With a soft contented purring in her ears, she fell into a deep sleep. * Feeney awakened in the night to find Rika spooned against her back. Her arm was wrapped around Feeney’s stomach and her warm breath blew softly against her neck. Little Tickle was nowhere to be seen. Rika’s breasts were pressed against Feeney’s back, her groin against her buttocks. Feeney saw that her purloined blanket was lying nearly off the edge or the bed, and that Rika had covered them both up to their necks with hers. Feeney waited silently in the dark, then certain that Rika was truly asleep, scooted even more tightly against her. Rika gave a little sigh of pleasure, and wrapping her long legs over Feeney’s, pressed the tops of her feet against the soles of her bedfellow’s and began to stroke them with her long toes. In a perfect bliss of both arousal and peace, Feeney fell back asleep. Rude Awakening The next time that Feeney opened her eyes, she saw that a soft golden light now filled the room. She rolled over to find the bed beside her empty. Rika was gone. Pink Tickle sat on his haunches atop her black pillow, blinking his golden eyes at Feeney, and kneading the pillow gently with his front claws. Feeney yawned, rolled onto her stomach and stretched. The room was warmer than when they had gone to sleep. She had made a lifelong career out of being either too warm or too cold, and now damp with perspiration, she kicked the blanket off onto the floor. She gathered the large pillow into her arms and hugged it tightly. She lay nude, with her legs spread slightly apart, her modesty seemingly forgotten for the moment. But then, she thought, hadn’t this strange woman who called herself her friend, laid against her nakedness all night long?” She smiled and closed her eyes knowing that Rika’s word had been good. She’d only hugged her, and had made no attempt to make love. Feeney wondered exactly how two women did make love together. She imagined how Rika and Red must have looked as they had had sex, in what, this very same bed? Had they used vibrators on each other? Dildos? Of course Feeney had her own vibrator back at home; a “Red Rocket”, which she kept in her nightstand beside her twin bed. She knew all about vibrators. But she wondered how it would feel to have someone else use it on her. Better, she thought. She had never actually seen and real dildo. There had been many of them hanging against the wall at the little adult store where she had purchased her Red Rocket. But embarrassed, Feeney had averted her eyes. She’d never even touched one. She wondered if Rika had one hidden in this room somewhere, in a secret drawer, or maybe hidden under the bed. Knowing her, she probably had more than one, dozens. She probably had and entire wall of them somewhere, expensive ones that she had collected from distant and exotic—erotic?—parts of the world. For the tenth time since she had awakened, Feeney recalled her helpless position the evening before inside the—what the hell was that thing called anyway?—that shackle-trap thing that Rika had put her in. Feeney knew that she would remember the feel of the cold steel caressing her wrists and ankles for the rest of her life. She been in actual bondage for the very first time, at Rika’s complete mercy, and there was no way in the world that she could have ever escaped. Mostly though, she remembered the terrible tickle-torture Rika had put her through. Even now, the soles of her feet still tingled. She recalled the feel of the tips of Rika’s long fingers as they had stroked the soft undersides of her big toes. Feeney gave a little shudder, aware that she was becoming aroused once more. She squirmed, trying to press her groin deeper into the mattress. She thought about Rika’s hand on her stomach, and how her finger had tortured her with its promise, only to be cruelly withdrawn at the last second. Feeney wondered most of all, If it had happened, if that finger had found her secret spot and brought her to orgasm, would that have made her lesbian? Letting go of the pillow, Feeney put her arms out and stretched herself tightly out on the mattress. Her fingers touched the headboard; it felt cool and sharp. She raised her head and stared, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. In the soft glow from the track lights she could see it clearly. What she had thought was thick metal wire was actually and elaborate jumble of steel handcuff that had been carefully welded together to from an abstract maze. Some were open or partially open, some were closed. Here and there, small key protruded from tiny keyholes. Feeney touched a key and found that it too had been welded into place. Although the headboard was certainly odd, she had to admit that it was strikingly beautiful, albeit in a decidedly sinister way. Feeney smiled at the sheer audacity of her tall new friend. Her little sexual perversions seemed to flow into every aspect of her life, even into her home decor. Feeney turned over and sat up. Swinging her feet to the floor, she began to stand, but froze when she looked down at her feet. Raising her legs back onto the mattress slowly, she stared wide-eyed at what she saw. She was wearing Rika’s bright pink spats! Drawing her feet up, she lifted each on the four little pink pom-poms in turn. Under each was a small heart-shaped lock—tightly closed. “Bitch!” Feeney whispered. “Fuck!” Feeney spat out the word and stared up at the ceiling trying control her anger. She spent a full minute tugging and pulling at them, but finally gave up. She soon found that what Rika had said was true, that beneath the pink leather coverings, they were made of some type of strong steel. Feeney wore a tight smile. She knew that was no getting out of this little predicament, the spats would remain just where they were until Rika was good and ready to take them off. And if she knew Rika, that wouldn’t happen soon! She stood and took several tentative steps. The spats were slightly tighter when standing, but not painful, and she could feel the strap that ran under her arch with each step she took. It would serve as a constant reminder to her of her foot bondage. Feeney saw her pink bathrobe folded neatly across the shackle-trap thing. Rika’s idea of a joke no doubt. She picked it up and shrugged it on quickly, jerking the belt in place. As she stepped across the floor Feeney was aware of two things, the way the little pom-poms danced on her big toes, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Master or Slave? Turning the corner into the living room, she heard the sound of running water coming from the shower. She envisioned the tall, striking form of Rika standing beneath the hot spay as stream filled the long curved room. She intended to give Rika living hell for trapping her in the spats while she had slept, and she was pissed-off at herself for not having awakened to defend herself against her pink entrapment. Feeney grinned and shook her head, certain that Rika, with her total fixation with her bare feet, had probably not been content to simply stop there. As soon as she had secured her feet in the spats, she had most likely played with them as well, maybe licking or sucking her toes while Feeney had slept. Feeney could vaguely recall some intensely erotic dream involving her feet, but it had faded as soon as she had awakened. “She’s guilty!” Feeney muttered, and giving an evil glance in the direction of the shower, turned to her right, and into the living room. A full pot of rich steaming coffee sat on a hot plate on the kitchen center counter. Feeney used the kitchen sink to splash some warm water into her face to help wake up. It was unnecessary; the pink spats had already nicely accomplished that. Sitting on a bar stool—black leather of course—Feeney reached for a cup. Two had been set out; one was inscribed with “Master” the other “Slave”. A little pink note was stuck to the lip of the one that said Master
. It read; “Don’t even think about it!!!” With three exclamation points no less! Feeney tore off the note and filled the forbidden cup with coffee. She sat pensively, thinking about the events of yesterday. Could it all have happened in only one day?” Yesterday morning she had sat at her own table in her own apartment sipping her own coffee—which wasn’t nearly as good—and now what? A woman that she had met by accident in a restaurant, had managed to change her entire life. Feeney wondered if were to be for the good or bad? Carrying the coffee cup, she toured the living room. Feeney was in a rather bitchy mood. Maybe as the result of having been the recipient of an unwelcome surprise, but more likely because of the margaritas, and many beers she had consumed. She had a hangover. She walked along the works of art displayed on the small tables, examining each one carefully. Each was an artistic representation of a woman’s bare foot, some of silver, some iron. All were amazingly good. Lifting one, she ran her finger along its sole, once more remembering the touch of Rika’s fingernails. When she moved to the next table, she nearly choked on her coffee; It held her own ugly right loafer. Feeney picked it up, and despite her annoyance, smiled. “Shoe thief!” She said. Returning the loafer to its place of honor, she strolled idly towards the front door. Her eyes flicked from one thing in the room to another, hoping to find where Rika had hidden the key to the spats. What a coop de gras it would be for her to appear sans pink spats! The front door arrested her attention; something about it seemed different. Approaching, her heart seemed to stop. A cell door like the one in the shower had been slid into place in front of the outside one. She grabbed the bars and shook it hard. It didn’t move so much as a fraction of an inch, or make any sound as she shook it. Of course, it was locked! She had been a prisoner all night long and hadn’t even known it! Now Feeney was angry. With her coffee cup in hand, she stormed across the white carpet. The tiny pom-poms danced on her big toes, and the feel of the leather straps under the arches of her bare feet reminded of her enslavement by this impossible woman. When she arrived at the shower’s cell door, she pulled up and smiled, unable to believe her eyes. Rika had managed to get herself into trouble. Deep, deep trouble!
Rika is continued in chapter five.