Rina trudged into her apartment, tired from a long, long day at the BDSM club. She was only tickled by a few people that day, but by evening she had been tickled for a total of five hours. Even with breaks in between, it was exhausting work, and Rina was looking forward to a hot meal, shower, and-
Rina froze. The small kitchen of her shared apartment was filthy. The entire collection of their pots and pans were piled to the brim in the sink, and a few food-speckled plates and bowls were even stacked on the counter (albeit, stacked neatly).
Rina felt a tired eye twitch. She wasn't furious, but she was deeply annoyed. Today, it was Lucy's turn to wash the dishes, and instead she had created more of a mess than what Rina had left that morning.
Rina marched over to Lucy's bedroom, her door ajar. Rina entered, ready to tell the redhead off, but to her surprise she found her roommate asleep in her bed, laying haphazardly on top of the covers, feet hanging off the farthest edge of the bed clad in a casual band tee and boyshorts.
It's only six! Rina thought, exasperated at Lucy's strange sleep schedule. Rina briefly considered popping something in the microwave and getting on to Lucy in the morning, but just as she was about to turn around Lucy snorted, and turned onto her stomach. Most people wouldn't care about this, but for some reason she couldn't explain Rina felt drawn to the foot of Lucy's bed.
There, Lucy's bare, still feet lay next to each other, comfortably nestled on the purple-blue comforter, sinking into its plush surface. It was then that an idea struck Rina, an idea formed from hours of exposure to some of the more interesting forms of bondage. Smirking, Rina slinked out of the room, going to her room to gather the necessary supplies.
...
Come on, sleepyhead... Rina thought. Though she had appreciated Lucy's sleepiness just moments before as she was carefully rolling the slumbering woman into her own comforter, Rina was fast becoming annoyed with Lucy's lack of wakefulness. Rina sat on a stool at the foot of Lucy's bed, her roommate's large feet just before her. Next to Rina was a collection of tools laid out on a TV-tray style folding table, many of which she had suffered under at the club.
Finally, Lucy began to stir in her tight cocoon. Rina perked up, and made herself look as intimidating as possible.
"W... What?" Lucy murmured, brown eyes fluttering open.
Rina couldn't stop a smile spreading across her face. This is going to be good!
"What- Rina? Rina what is this?" Lucy asked a little less sleepily than before, more confused than upset.
"Well," Rina began, placing her hands far to each side of the foot of the bed, "Today was your turn to wash the dishes, remember?"
"Uh.."
"I spend hours being tickled, and all I want is to come home and eat a hot bowl of curry. See where I'm going, Luce?"
"Uhm...?" Lucy, growing increasingly confused and still waking from a deep sleep, couldn't find a response to Rina's strange rant.
Rina sighed, miffed at her roommate's lack of understanding.
"All the pots and pans are dirty, Lucy, and they weren't this morning. I don't know what you did to make such a mess, but I think you need to teach you a lesson."
The gears in Lucy's mind slowly began turning, and finally she understood what Rina was talking about.
"What, Rina, I-"
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle~" Rina taunted, bringing a feather to Lucy's right sole.
"Snrrk! Wai- waihihihit!" Lucy promptly collapsed into giggles and snorts, trying to hold back her laughter as the soft plume flicked up and down her long sole.
Rina was far from a tickle-expert like the women who mercilessly tormented her own feet nearly every day, but she had picked up a thing or two from those well-paid hours at the club. Carefully, Rina drilled the feather into the ball of Lucy's foot, under her third toe.
"EEEEEEeeeehehehe!" Lucy squealed, scrunching her cherry-red painted toes to defend her sensitive feet.
Rina smirked, happy that she was teaching Lucy a well-deserved lesson in responsibility. She suddenly started tickling Lucy's left foot, just above the round, slender heel. Rina flicked the fluffy green plume left and right along the arches of that foot, teasingly going up and down the length of the soft foot.
Rina continued this dance for a little more, slowly growing bored of the routine. Plus, Lucy wasn't even laughing; just holding in her laughter and often sorting, giggling, and occasionally squealing. Wanting to get more of a reaction from Lucy, Rina turned the feather around in her hand and started lightly flicking the quill end of the feather across both feet.
"EHE- HAHAHAhahaha!" Lucy burst out laughing, no longer being able to hold it in as the quill traced particularly delicate parts of her feet.
Rina circled the heels of Lucy's feet with the pointy quill, lightly scritching the pale, sensitive skin of her feet. She paid special attention to the area where her soles met the tops of the feet, which seemed to be especially sensitive for Luvy.
The soft scritching continued far too long for Lucy's liking, and lucky for her Rina grew bored of the instrument, placing it down and giving Lucy a brief break.
"Rina," Lucy said between residual giggles, "I-"
"Shh!" Rina said, grabbing something from the table that was just out of Lucy's view. "I'm not done with you yet."
