Rika - Episode Five

Rika By Luckycat Chapter Five Prisoner The noise of the running shower hid her coming, and unseen, Feeney observed her new companion, absorbing every odd detail of her strange predicament. The room was thick with swirling steam. Rika knelt quietly at the far end of the shower, rolling her forehead slowly back and forth against the tiled wall. Her crossed wrists were bound behind her back in a handcuff-like restraint. Feeney noticed she also wore manacles on her ankles, linked by a short heavy chain. Peering through the bars of the cell door, Feeney saw that Rika wore a tall leather collar around her neck. A heavy chain from the back led down to her wrists, and she was dressed in a shiny black thong made of some kind of material. Careful not to make a sound, Feeney pushed gently on the cell door and found it locked. Then she spotted the fat key hanging in its usual spot on the wall opposite the door. Reaching for it, she unlocked the door as quietly as possible. The lock squeaked loudly with a sharp click. Rika turned her head to one side. “God Phoenix, it’s about time!” Feeney slid the door open and ducked inside. She set her coffee and the key ring on top of the bench and walked forward to stand just beyond the reach of the shower’s spray. “What the hell are you up to now crazy woman?” She said, shaking her head. Rika stood in one elegant, fluid movement. She possessed the grace of a cat. “Just a little self-bondage fun.” She said with bright eyes. “So I see!” Feeney couldn’t resist giggling. “Stuck?” Rika grinned from ear to ear. “I think maybe I got a little carried away.” “Maybe just a teensy bit.” Feeney said. “I guess I wanted to show off a little for you.” “Uh huh.” “But I figured you’d come find me sooner or later.” Feeney gave her a tight smile. “Well, since I seem to be locked inside this brick apartment-prison-of yours, I’d say that that was a pretty safe bet!” “I always cover my bets.” Rika said impishly. Any anger Feeney might have had was gone. The sight of the beautiful woman so tightly bound was very compelling and erotic. But then, it was also just the slightest bit humorous. “Come here spider woman, I want to check you out!” The steel chain connecting her ankles tinkled softly as Rika stepped through the shower’s spray to stand facing Feeney. Forced to stand stiffly erect, she seemed like a giantess. She wore a defiant, mischievous smile on her face, like a naughty child that had been caught doing something really bad. “So, what do you think?” She said. Feeney’s mouth tightened into a frown, and she shook her head. “Even thinking about your antics gives me a headache Rika!” Her eyes moved up from Rika’s shackled ankles to her shiny thong. “Cute thong. Latex?” Rika’s head nodded tightly inside the tall collar. “Yea, nice and snug too!” Clipped to Rika’s nipples were two small steel balls that hung from tiny chains. “Don’t these hurt?” Feeney asked, batting one with her fingertip. “They do hurt a bit when you first put them on, but they really kill you when you take them off! But while they’re on, they feel real sexy, very erotic!” Curious, Feeney blushed slightly. “Is that right? Mind if I try one?” “As if I have a choice! But do me a favor, just take it off quickly!” Feeney squeezed the clip and removed the nipple clamp. Rika grimaced and shut her eyes tightly. “Shit!” She said. Feeney held the little ball to her eyes inspecting it. Then taking a step back, she looked down, opened her pink robe and carefully clamped it to her left nipple. “Ouch!” She said, making a face. “That does hurt!” As she reached to remove it, Rika said, “No, leave it on! The pain goes away in a few seconds. And it looks really hot on you. You’ve got incredible breasts by the way, great nipples, very expressive!” “Why *thank *you.” Feeney said smugly. “When I watch your nipples, I can almost tell what you’re thinking.” “Oh Really?” Feeney said skeptically. As she bravely displayed the pinched nipple she said, “And just what am I thinking now smarty?” “You’re thinking that you like the feel of that clamp a lot!” Feeney changed the subject, but left the borrowed clamp in place. “What’s this all about?” She said tugging at a tight leather belt around Rika’s waist. “My belt? It holds that little box on the front, and keeps it out of my reach.” Feeney bent to inspect the small box. “What’s in it?” Rika winked the green eye. “Why don’t you open it and find out?” Feeney unsnapped a plastic catch on the top of the box and opened the front lid. Inside were two D-sized batteries and a small white knob. “That’s the speed control for the vibrator.” Rika said proudly. Feeney’s blush returned. “You have a vibrator inside you?” Rika grinned and nodded. “A big one!” “What…what does it feel like?” Feeney asked, oddly curious. “You’ve never used an vibrator before?” Rika asked incredulously. “Ah…well no, not quite like this.” Feeney said, raising an eyebrow. “Then you’re in for a real treat cutie, trust me! It’s unbelievable!” “Is it on right now?” “God yes! And it’s driving me insane! I set it to the lowest speed, just enough to keep me hot and horny, but not enough to let me get off!” “Want me to turn it up for you?” Feeney asked with a wicked smile. “Would you?” Rika asked, surprised. Feeney considered this. “No. I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your fun.” Rika grinned. “My-fun-just got a lot better when you opened your robe!” “Well I’m glad that you’re enjoying yourself!” Feeney said sarcastically. “Just stand there an don’t move, I want to see what else you’ve done to yourself.” Feeney held a finger to her chin as she walked around the tall woman, smiling, and shaking her head in disbelief. She found the large, single manacle binding Rika’s wrists to be especially interesting. It was more than three inches wide and made of heavy black steel. But strangely, instead of being mounted side-by-side like standard handcuffs, the two pieces that formed it were welded one atop the other, and at a ninety-degree angle. This forced her wrists crossed palms out. In the center of the manacle a strong chain led upwards to the back of the leather collar on her neck. “This thing is really something!” Feeney remarked. “Check out the lock.” Rika said, raising her hands slightly. Feeney felt around the manacle until her fingers found the single small key opening on the backside. “The keyhole located on top of my wrists means that even if I had the key in my hands I wouldn’t be able to open it.” “So I see.” Feeney said. “Very clever. But if your hands were in front of you, then could use your teeth to fit the key into the lock, and then turn it.” Rika shook her head a little, making her neck chain rattle. “To do that, I’d have to be able to move my arms to the front, but crossed the way they are, and chained to my neck, I’m finding it rather…difficult!” Feeney smirked. “Then you really can’t get out?” Rika shook her head again. “This position is absolutely inescapable!” “Then tell me spider woman, just how do you expect to get loose?” Rika turned around, grinned, and batted her multi-colored eyes. Feeney laughed. “Oh no! You can just forget it! You got yourself into this fix, and you can just get yourself out. Don’t expect any help from me!” * Rika’s eyes sparkled like diamonds, and Feeney could tell that she was becoming incredibly aroused by being so helpless in front of her like this. Impulsively, she decided tease her even more. “So, tell miss Bondage-Queen, are you currently the chain’s prisoner, captive, slave, or it’s sex-slave?” Rika laughed. “None of those cutie. Since you’ve found me helpless, now I belong to you. I’m your captive!” Feeney grinned. “ I see. Then as the dominant, I get to choose just what type of bondage you get, and how long you’re going to suffer.” Rika nodded. “It’s strictly your choice, I have no say in the matter. “Hmmm… Let-me-see.” Feeney said, and put a thoughtful finger to her lips.

“I’ll begin by keeping you as my captive. That makes us sister captives, since I just discovered the front cell door is locked.” “I told you cutie, I always cover all bases!” “You’re in deep trouble here Rika. Maybe I’ll leave you trapped like this for the rest of the day because you’ve been so sneaky!” “You wouldn’t?” Rika asked with genuine alarm. “Oh, I certainly would!” Feeney replied, watching with satisfaction as Rika’s single free nipple hardened and stood erect.

Showing more courage than she thought possible, Feeney reached out and started teasing Rika’s right nipple with her fingertip. Rika sucked in a quick breath then exhaled slowly. “Oh my God!” She purred. “Kinda’ like that don’t you? Does it get you aroused?” “Are you kidding me?” Rika said, out of breath. “Shit!” “Yes, well now you know how I felt last night when you worked my feet for over an hour!”

Rika tried to look down at Feeney’s finger, but the tall leather collar stopped her from doing so. “Got you pretty good, didn’t I?” Rika said with a grin. “Yes, real good!” Feeney replied sarcastically, vividly remembering how frustrated she had been by her nearly painful sexual arousal caused by tight confinement and sadistic tickle torture on her feet. But it was Rika’s tongue that hurt the most. “Sorry best friend, but now is payback time!”

Feeney seemed fascinated by Rika’s taut nipple, marveling at the power she held over the tall, strong body standing before her. Her finger made lazy circles then moved to gently stroke the very tip. Absently, she wondered how good it would feel between her lips. She stepped back and pointed to the long marble seat. “Sit down, Rika! Your damned body is too distracting for a straight girl!”

Wearing an impish grin, Rika shuffled to the bench to sit awkwardly. While keeping a close eye on the bound woman, Feeney removed her pink robe and moved under the showerhead. She began soaping and washing herself. Grinning, Rika watched Feeney like a hawk, obviously savoring every part of her slender form. However, she enjoyed watching Feeney’s beautiful bare feet the most, especially as she lifted each one in turn to soap the sole.

“Need any help there?” Rika said. “I could clean between your luscious little toes with my tongue if you’d like.” “Would you? I’d love that!” Feeney teased. “But to do that, you’d have to hold them. Too bad your hands are manacled.” “Well, you could always let me loose…” Rika said expectantly. “What? Dream on!” “Hey! You missed a spot.” “Oh? Where?” Feeney asked. “In the center, right between your legs.” “Oh my! How careless of me! Perhaps I’d better just start over.” “Take your time cutie, I’ve got all day.” “Yes Rika you do!” Feeney grinned. “At least for today!

Feeney turned to face the bound woman and lowered the bar of soap toward her groin. As Rika stared hungrily, she soaped her pubic area slowly raking the soap through the hairs with her fingernails. She smiled at Rika and wondered how the woman could stand being so tightly confined. The collar around her neck looked extremely uncomfortable.

“How long have you been in that rig?” Rika squinted, thinking. “Since about five this morning.” “Shit! That’s what? Two and a half hours? Doesn’t it hurt?” Rika shrugged. “I’m a bit stiff, but I’ve been in worse situations. “Yes?” “Oh yes, a couple of times, I got a little too carried away, and came while tied up.”

Feeney looked up from washing her stomach. “You climaxed?” “Big time! It’s interesting, but as long as I stay horny, I can tolerate almost anything; but the moment I climax, any tight bondage becomes real torture!” “Really?” Feeney said. “That is quite interesting.” Rika shrugged again. “But right now you’re okay?” “More than just okay cutie, I’m in heaven!”

Feeney nodded and scrubbed one breast then held up the little steel ball to clean beneath it. “Good because I rather like seeing you chained like that. But I don’t want any real pain for you.” “I’m fine.

Feeney was silent for a few minutes as she continued washing. Then, “Did you wash before getting yourself into this fix?” “Nope, I always wash afterwards because I sweat a lot when playing. I just brushed my teeth and used mouthwash to help get the taste of your feet out of my mouth.” “Cute, Rika! You know, if I were you right now, I’d watch what I say. Your smart mouth is digging you deeper into that hole!”

Rika wore a defiant expression but Feeney’s threat had its effect and she became silent. Feeney hung the “Soap on a rope” on the lower showerhead and rinsed herself under the warm spray. Finished, she walked over to Rika took hold of the plastic clip that held the keys to the front ring of the collar and lifted her to her feet. “Come here.” She said firmly forcing Rika to shuffle quickly forward. “Stand right there! I’m going to wash you. Where’s the washcloth?” Rika grinned. “On the bathroom counter.

“Don’t move!” Feeney commanded. “And don’t utter a single word unless I ask you a question! Do you understand captive?” Rika nodded quickly and licked her lips nervously. “Yes mam.” Feeney returned a moment later with the washcloth and small scrub brush Then using soap, she began slowly washing Rika’s tall body. As she moved the washcloth along Rika’s long arms she said, “I’m really quite impressed with that manacle.” “Yes it’s absolutely wonderful!” “Maybe…” Feeney began. “Maybe what cutie?”

“Maybe before I go home today you’d let me try it on? I’m kinda curious to see how it feels.” “Anytime you like.” Rika said. “How about right now?” Feeney ignored her. “Where did you get it?” “Syn made it for me.

“Who’s… Syn?” “An artist friend who frequents the club She’s a sculptress that works in metals.” “Was the manacle her idea?” The idea was mine, but she made it and made it work. We spent hours together working on it in her studio.

Feeney had started washing Rika’s tight buttocks. “Right! I can just imagine how hard you worked with her!” Rika smiled remained silent remembering not to speak unless spoken too. “What other little toys has she made for you?” Rika shrugged. “Most everything I have except the handcuffs of course She did the bed’s headboard and that little thing that trapped me last night.” Feeney stopped washing looked up. “Just what the hell do you call that thing anyway?” “Syn calls it ‘The Bar of Enlightenment.’” “The What?” Feeney said giggling.

“’The “Bar of Enlightenment’. One of those eclectic artsy names. But it has certainly served to enlighten me once or twice! Especially that day I dropped the key and had to wait hours for Red to come let me out!” Feeney moved the washrag down Rika’s long legs. “Well, I call it the ‘Shackle-trap.’” Rika laughed. “I like that! ‘Shackle-trap’. Good alliteration descriptive too!” “Shut up captive!! My comment didn’t require a reply and I’m not terribly interested in your opinion!”

Rika swallowed heavily but stayed silent. “The sculptures in the living room are they also Syn’s? Feeney asked. “Yes really good aren’t they?” Rika said proudly. “They’re beautiful But let me take a wild guess Your feet?” Rika nodded causing two small keys on her neck to tinkle “Naturally!”

“Kinda stuck on your own feet, aren’t you Rika?” Feeney said smugly. “I adore my big feet but now I think that I love your feet even more!” “Liar!” Feeney said “Lift your foot—slave!

“Hey! I thought you said I was only your captive?” “Well, you’ve just been promoted for insolence. Now lift your foot or I’ll slap your ass!” Rika lifted her right foot as far the chain would allow balancing herself on the other foot while Feeney roughly scrubbed the sole with the small brush. “Like that slave?”

“Fuck!” Rika said “That’s pure torture!” “Good I mean it to be!” Feeney said. “Now give me the other.” After roughly scr

Feeney scrubbed Rika’s soles, then washed the front of her legs before moving up toward her stomach and around the leather belt to reach her rib cage. As she reached Rika’s breasts, Feeney’s movements seemed to slow down, with the washcloth making leisurely circles over them. Rika responded by tilting her head back and letting out a deep sigh. Feeling impulsive, Feeney began using the small brush to scrub Rika’s taut nipples. Rika clearly enjoyed this, hopping from one chained foot to the other while squealing with delight and repeating, “Shit! Shit! Shit!” over and over again. Feeney stepped away for a moment and returned carrying a bottle of shampoo. “Get on your knees, slave!” she said. Rika carefully knelt down to rest her head between Feeney’s breasts as the other woman slowly washed her short black hair, working in the shampoo with her fingers. “I’m really jealous of your hair, slave. It looks so sexy and is easy to maintain.” “Thanks, I like it a lot myself. Did you know I cut it?” “Really?” Feeney asked, pulling Rika’s head tighter between her breasts to reach the back of her neck. “Rika?” “What is it, cutie?” “Would you cut mine too?” Rika looked up in surprise. “Of course. But…are you sure? How short do you want it?” “Short. Real short! Even shorter than yours!” “Sure, that’ll be fun! Let’s do it! People won’t even recognize you when you return to work on Tuesday!” Feeney smiled to herself, thinking, ‘Maybe I won’t even recognize myself by then.’ “Stand up and rinse off, slave. Here, here is what you lost.” Feeney said, giving a little gasp of pain as she removed the small steel ball from her own nipple and quickly reattached it to Rika’s. Feeney slipped on her robe, picked up the key and her coffee cup, and walked toward the open cell door. She slid it shut and locked it, hanging the key on the wall where Rika couldn’t reach it. “I need more coffee. I’ll come back sometime later today to check on you.” Turning around, Feeney added, “If you’re lucky!” Rika winked at her. “But if I hear your voice coming from this shower, you’ll get an extra hour of penalty time for each word that I hear! Do you understand, slave?” Rika nodded very nervously. Test Drive Feeney and Rika sat side by side on leather stools in the kitchen. Both were dressed in bathrobes, sipping from a fresh pot of strong, rich coffee. Rika glared at Feeney’s cup, which had been intentionally turned so that Rika could see the word ‘Master’ printed on the side. In contrast, Rika drank from the one labeled ‘Slave’. Pink Tickle sat beneath Feeney’s stool, playfully batting at her pom-pommed big toes and occasionally stealing quick licks of her soles. An hour earlier, Feeney had relented and released Rika from her self-induced bondage. Afterward, she sat on the bench watching as the tall woman slowly removed her gear and carefully cleaned her vibrator. Now free, Rika squatted down over the shower drain to pee. Feeney had never watched another woman do this before, especially not like that, while smiling up at her the whole time. “So,” Rika said, breaking Feeney’s thoughts. “How do you like my present?” Feeney’s brow furrowed as she looked down at her bare feet, trapped in the spatulas. “You’re…you’re actually giving them to me?” Rika nodded and took a sip of coffee. “It was really hard for me to give them up, but it’s worth it! They look just adorable on you!” Feeney grinned sardonically. “Oh, I simply love them! Now where the hell is that key, Rika?” “Are they comfortable?” Rika asked, ignoring the question. Feeney lifted her legs and looked down, wiggling her toes to make the little pom-poms dance. “Actually, I’d almost forgotten I was wearing them.” “Well, you’ll remember them every morning when you wake up. And every night before bed, you’ll think of me.” “I’m thinking about you right now, Rika!! Where’s the damned key?” “I’ll tell you a little trick,” Rika said. “Twist the locks on your big toes so they tuck down between them and your long toe. That way you can wear any pair of shoes you like. It’s just like wearing thongs at the beach.” “Thanks for the tip. Now, are you going to tell me where the key is or not?” “Oh—it’s in a safe place,” Rika said sipping her coffee. “Maybe I’ll mail it to you next week sometime.” She grinned evilly. “Maybe.” Feeney choked on her coffee. “Next week!! How can I go to work like this?” “Sorry cutie, guess you’ll just have to wear high socks.” “Rika!!” “But I strongly suggest that you wear sandals. With those gorgeous feet of yours, you’ll blow the students’ minds! Especially the girls; a lot of them are really into feet.” “Rika!!” “Sorry. It’s done deal. End. Finished. Kaput. No—key! And don’t bother looking around for it; it’s locked inside my safe.

“Shit!! Feeney hissed.

“Wanna switch cups?” Rika said with an evil grin. * When they had returned from the shower, Rika placed the manacle she had worn onto the kitchen counter. There, it caught Feeney’s eyes almost continuously.

“Ready to try it out?” Rika asked, nodding at the sinister metal cuff. “What—right now?” Feeney asked, surprised. “Sure! Why not? We’ve got all day.” “Looking for a little revenge, maybe?” Feeney said. Rika shook her head. “Naw, I’m not that kind of woman. Besides, I got myself stuck in that position, and you only made it better. No revenge. Go on—try it on to see how it fits.” “Wait. I want to ask you something first.” “What is it, Phoenix?” “How did I do? You know, as a first-time dominatrix?” Rika blew out a slow breath. “You were absolutely un-fucking believable!” “Really?” Feeney said brightly. “Was I really—okay?” Rika nodded. “You seemed to know just what to do and say to keep me wondering and on edge. That’s the mark of a true dominant. At one point, I was seriously worried that you might never let me out!” Feeney smiled and nodded. “Actually, the thought had occurred to me.” “Oh really?” Rika said thoughtfully. “Anyway, I think that you enjoyed having a slave to command. Maybe being a dominant is your true calling.” Feeney shrugged. “I loved having such complete control over you, and I confess it was turning me on.” Feeney met her eyes. “But then, being at your mercy last night in that—shackle trap—thing really turned me on too.

It was Rika’s turn to shrug. “So? Maybe you’re both ways: dominant and submissive. And that’s fine. As long as you’re here with me, you’re free to be anything you wish. There are no rules, just honesty.”

“I really did have fun, but I wasn’t sure how far to take it. But the next time you’re dumb enough to fall into my hands, you won’t get off so easily!”

“Oooh!” Rika chuckled. “Is that a promise?” “No. It’s both a threat and a promise!” Feeney winked. Rika grinned and sipped her coffee. She nodded at the manacle. “So? What about that test drive?” “Well…I am tempted, but I want no collar! That thing looked tight!” “It was; that’s why I like it. But you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.” “Promise?” Feeney asked suspiciously.

“Promise. Now bend over the counter so I can get it on you. And loosen your robe.” “My robe?” “No…it’s my robe, remember? You can’t hope to escape with sleeves covering your arms, so loosen it!” She snapped her fingers. Finishing her coffee in a single gulp, Feeney stood up and shrugged off the pink robe, dropping it to the floor (unintentionally covering poor Tickle).

“Bend over the counter and cross your hands behind your back.” Feeney complied, and within seconds she was tightly manacled. “How does it feel?” Rika asked. Feeney straightened up. “It feels,” She turned to smile. “What’s my favorite word?…Scrumptious!” “Actually,” Rika said. “My new favorite word is Phoenix! Bondage and scrumptious are only close seconds.” Rika grabbed Feeney’s manacled wrists and ran the nail of her index finger across one palm. Feeney giggled and twisted away. “Stop that! It tickles!” Rika laughed. “Not as much as the soles of your feet, I’ll bet. How long do you want to wear it?” “I dunno, a while. I want to see if I can get loose.” “Take

“You can have as much time as you like,” she declared, “but I’m telling you now—you will never break free.”

“We’ll see about that!” Feeney retorted, stepping into the living room.

Rika held up a plastic clip containing the key. “Here, you forgot this.”

Feeney turned her back to Rika and flexed one hand in an eager grasping motion.

“Oh no! I’m not making it that easy for you!”

Rika spun Feeney around again, popped the clip open, and snapped it between Feeney’s nostrils. The small key dangled just above her mouth.

There’s,” Rika said with a smile. That should keep you occupied.” She headed back for her coffee, then settled onto the sofa, folding her long legs beneath her to watch Feeney struggle. Little Tickle, free from her robe, streaked into the room and hopped onto Rika’s lap for some pets.

“Fine!” Feeneysaid. Kneeling on the floor, she began attempting to escape the bondage manacle. Her wrists were smaller than Rika’s—a detail Feeney had hoped would help her slide out of it. However, she quickly discovered that the metal wouldn’t pass beyond her wrist bones.

She shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the key clip, but it was lodged too tightly. Grasping the key with her lips, she tried to pull it away, only for the effort to cause sharp pain. She quickly abandoned that idea. Feeney realized that if she were going to escape, she would have to somehow reverse the position of her hands so they ended up in front of her.

Kneeling again, she attempted to pull her arms down and around her buttocks. Feeney had long, slender arms and unusually narrow hips. Yet despite her efforts, she found that friction kept them from advancing more than a little way because they were too dry. She struggled for over fifteen minutes like this until finally lying panting on her stomach.

“Give?” Rika asked, her voice tinged with amusement. The tight confinement had begun to arouse Feeney just as she hoped it would.

“Not quite yet. I know I can beat this thing; I just need a moment to rest and think it through.”

“Suit yourself, cutie, but don’t say I didn’t warn you—you’re never going to beat that manacle!” Feeney remained on her stomach, chin resting on the carpet. Her toes clenched and unclenched as the muscles of her small buttocks tightened and relaxed rhythmically. Rika moved from the sofa—annoying Tickle in the process—and sat beside Feeney. As her hand glided softly over Feeney’s shoulders, she said, “You really do like feeling bound and helpless, don’t you Phoenix? Come on. Confess!” Feeney turned her head away slightly.

“Maybe… So what?”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, cutie. In case you haven’t noticed, I kinda’ like it myself.” Feeney rolled her forehead against the carpet and giggled.

Yeah, I did rather get that idea!” “Then let yourself go; just be who you are. I want you to enjoy your time here with me. I’m your new best friend, and as I said, whatever happens here stays just between us.” Feeney turned to meet Rika’s eyes when suddenly, for no particular reason, she began laughing. Then the laughter grew even stronger.

“What… what’s so funny?” Rika asked, smiling as well. Feeney opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t seem to form words because she was laughing so hard. The harder she tried to stop, the harder she laughed.

“Phoenix! For God’s sake, what is wrong with you?” Rika said, starting to laugh too. Tears streamed down Feeney’s cheeks as she struggled to regain control. Her stomach hurt from laughing; she wanted to press her hands against it. But since they were pinned behind her back, that was impossible. This fact made her laugh even harder.

“Shit!” Rika exclaimed. “You didn’t even laugh this hard last night when I tickled your feet! Now stop, you’re scaring me.” She swatted Feeney’s ass firmly. “Stop!”

Okay, Okay!” Feeney said, trying desperately to regain control of herself. Placing her head against the carpet, she breathed slowly while counting to twenty. At last, she lifted her head and smiled up at Rika.

Sorry, I think I’m okay now.” “What was that all about?” “It’s what you just said, about letting myself go. Rika nodded slightly. I’ve never done that in my entire life, Rika. I’ve always kept everything locked up inside me. But yesterday, I met this crazy woman who ruined my gazpacho soup, stole my shoe, gave me a huge raise—and then what happened? I ended up trussed up nude on her carpet.

And you know what?” “What Phoenix?” “I’m actually happy! Crazy as it sounds, I can’t remember ever being this happy since I was a little girl. None of this makes any sense to me at all!” Rika sat on the floor beside Feeney and tugged gently on the clip attached to her nose. Then lifting it up out of the way slightly, she bent down to kiss Feeney’s mouth with a soft, gentle peck.

I’m happy too, cutie. Stealing that ugly shoe was the smartest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.” “Gonna give it back?” “Nope. It’s mine forever,” Rika said, stroking the bound woman’s back. “But you can come and fondle it on conjugal visiting day once a month.” “You are absolutely nuts!” Feeney said with conviction.

Nuts about you Phoenix. Nobody’s ever gotten this close to me—ever. I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave tonight.” Feeneys pressed her chin to the white carpet, her face sobering slightly. Me neither. My apartment’s going to look rather bleak without some crazy woman around to rub my feet for me.”

Rika grinned and kissed Feeney’s shoulder. “Rika?” “What cutie?” “Would you mind… I mean… would it be an inconvenience if…” “If what Phoenix?”

If I stayed for just another day?” Rika’s eyes sparkled. “Inconvenience? I’d love it. To be honest, I was going to beg you to stay anyway. If you had refused, I was going to tickle your feet until you gave in and agreed.” “Shit!” You’re pretty stubborn, you know; it might have taken all night!” “*Shit!! No Tickling!!!” Little pink Tickle looked up hopefully from the sofa. But there’s just one little catch,” Rika added. Feeney looked concerned. What? You have to promise that you’ll let me hold you in bed like I did last night. I don’t think I could fall asleep without your cute little butt pressed up against me.” “Well,” Feeneysaid with a giggle, “you drive a pretty hard bargain, but I guess I’ll agree—provided that there’s no funny stuff!” “What? Who me! Rika said, feigning shock. Feeney lay on her stomach and sighed in contentment. “I think that I could stay here like this forever.” “Hey!” Rika said suddenly. “I’ve just had a great idea!” “What now, crazy woman?” Feeney asked. Ever have a bondage haircut?” Feeneys twisted her head around to look up at Rika. “What the hell is that?” Rika grinned evilly. “You’re about to find out!” Do I have a choice?” Rika shook her head. Not unless you can get loose from those manacles.” You know I can’t!” Feeney said, wiggling her fingers uselessly. “Too bad,” Rika replied. “Then I guess that you’ll just have to suffer!” Feeneys started to get up, but Rika quickly moved to sit on her hips, pinning her down. Caught off-guard, Feeney raised her legs to kick her heels at Rika. But this proved to be a serious mistake, as the much stronger woman simply captured both of her feet and pulled them into her lap.

You’re just going to love your bondage haircut!” Rika said. “But then, we do have all day and there’s no real hurry. Besides, I just like the sound of your laughter!” As Rika’s fingernails began to stroke the soles of her feet, Feeney did laugh…” Very hard!

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Rika is continued in chapter six.