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 wondered, 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, gonna her room to gather the necessary supplies.

…

Come on, sleepyhead… Rina wondered. 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 efficient.

“W… What?” Lucy murmured, brown eyes fluttering open.

Rina couldn’t stop a smile spreading across her face. This is gonna 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 discover 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.”

Much to Lucy’s confusement, she saw what appeared to be a wide-tooth comb in Rina’s hand. Before she could ask just what it was for, Rina quickly began sawing it between Lucy’s left fourth and little toe.

“HEYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!?” Lucy yelled, some part of her thankful that she had made the investment to soundproof her room.

Though Rina was an amateur when it came to tickling, the comb was proving to be immensely effective on her lazy roommate’s feet. Sporadically, Rina would jump from sawing the comb between scrunched toes to running it right and left on the soles, trying her best to avoid falling into a rhythm.

Occasionally Rina would run the comb along the row of painted, scrunched toes, making Lucy squeal in resistance before fanning her toes. Rina did this sparingly, but she did like the reaction it made nonetheless.

After some fifteen minutes, Rina mercifully put the comb down. Lucy sighed in relief, gathering her strength to try and get her point across to Rina.

“Rihihinaaaaa!” Lucy whined, almost interrupted by Rina scribbling her fingers along Lucy’s arches. “Please, I-“

“Don’t worry,” Rina said coyly. “I’m almost done teaching you a lesson. Rina wouldn’t admit it any time soon, but a part of her actually enjoyed being on the other end of tickling for once.

Once again, Lucy caught a glimpse of Rina’s next tool, and much to her horror it appeared to be a hairbrush, the kind with little nubs at the end. If the comb was bad, then the hairbrush was logically worse!

“Oh nonono,” Lucy pleaded, scrunching her toes and pressing her feet into the mattress, unable to so much as bend her legs in the tight cocoon of her own comforter.

“Too late!” Rina taunted, and barely a moment later viciously began scrubbing Lucy’s arches.

“AAAA- HAHAHAHAHAHAAHANO- HAHAHAHAHA!” Lucy mirthfully screamed, unable to defend herself from her vengeful roommate.

Rina made it her mission to scrub away at Lucy’s sensitive soles, and the brush left red streaks behind as she scrubbed. It seemed as she kept tickling, Lucy was getting more sensitive and desperate, trying to buck around in her plush restraints.

That won’t get you anywhere, Rina thought to herself as she tried to hold Lucy’s big toes back with her thumb. Unfortunately for her, Lucy easily escaped her grip and scrunched her toes again.

Annoyed, Rina decided it wasn’t worth the effort to keep Lucy’s toes held back.

“RIHIHINAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lucy had been all but reduced to a red-faced bundle of laughs, desperately bucking and shaking to try and avoid the relentless Rina.

Rina eventually had to hold down Lucy’s legs with one of her own hands, which was no easy task as the redhead did everything she could to escape the brush that assailed her soles.

As Rina scrubbed at the balls of Lucy’s feet, Lucy summoned a burst of strength, and in one quick motion rolled onto her stomach in place, now facedown on the bed.

Rina, after taking a few seconds to process what had happened, quickly took her chance and hopped onto the bed, trapping Lucy’s feet between her knees just as her roomie was beginning to make an escape like an inchworm.

“NO! Nonono-” Lucy begged, sure she was just about to have a respite from the tickling.

“‘No’ is right, Luce!” Rina teased, looking over her shoulder at her now helpless friend. “I’m not finished with you yet!”

Rina hunched over, and traded the hairbrush in for her fingers, scribbling away at the reddish soles beneath her.

“NOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAPLEHEHEHEASE!” Lucy screamed, truly feeling desperate as Rina snuck between her clamped toes.

Rina played Lucy’s pale soles like a piano, dancing between the two feet and different spots on them with the relative ease for a tickle-novice like herself. She quickly found that certain techniques tickled Lucy much more effectively than others, like quickly scratching the back of her heels with her fingernails, or fluttering her fingertips along the inner arches, which made Lucy squeal and howl.

On an impulse, Rina held back Lucy’s big toes with her left hand, and found that it was much easier to hold them back now that Lucy was on her stomach.

“No… please, let me-” Lucy pleaded, catching her breath as Rina gently forced her toes back, stretching the soles somewhat taut.

“Nope, Missy, you’re in for it now!”

“Nohoho- AAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Lucy’s half-feigned sobs were interrupted as Lucy skittered her nails along the taut balls of the feet, now even more sensitive than moments before.

Rina found herself grateful for the constant tickling she had received under the hands of half-a-dozen women, for now she had been armed with the ability to dole out punishments to lazy roommates!

Rina continued the mirth-inducing dance for several more minutes, before finally releasing Lucy’s toes. She lingered for just a minute, watching the toes clamp shut and a few wrinkles wash over the slender soles before turning back at her friend.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson now, Luce. Sorry of I was a bit harsh, but-“

“Rihihina,” Lucy giggled, still reeling from the unprovoked tickle torture. “There’s… there’s curry in the frihihhidge.”

Rina froze.

“What?”

“I,” Lucy swallowed, and finally caught her breath. “I knew you wanted some for dinner, so I made some before you got back, and I was gonna clean up after I took a nap, promise!”

Rina jumped up from her position and got to unrolling her roommate from her cotton cocoon, waves of guilt washing over her.

…

The two friends sat in the middle of the bed, Lucy earnestly hugging Rina from the side as the latter held back tears of guilt.

“I-I am so sorry, Lucy, I-“

“Shhh,” Lucy hushed her friend reassuringly. “You didn’t know. Besides, I did leave a mess, and I should’ve cleaned it up sooner.”

“That’s not an excuse for me to tickle you half to death.” Rina said glumly, voice quivering only once.

“You’re right, it isn’t.” Lucy agreed reluctantly. “But it wasn’t that bad.”

“It wasn’t?” Rina asked, looking up at Lucy.

“Nahh,” Lucy said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ve been tickled way worse on dinner dates.”

“Oh…”

“Rina,” Lucy said, just a smidge firmer, putting her hands on her friend’s shoulders. “It’s fine. I don’t hate you or anything ya dork.”

Rina smiled at that, thoroughly reassured.

“Now, I’m famished after all that tickling. Wanna eat?” Lucy asked, rising from the bed.

“Yeah, let’s-“

“Great!” Lucy interrupted, practically pulling her friend to a standing position. “Maybe you can explain why you were being “tickled all day” over dinner.”

“I uh-” Rina stammered, suddenly wishing she had just gone to bed as she felt her face turn red.

…

“Night Luce!” Rina said, waving Lucy good night.

“G’night Rina!” Lucy responded. “Oh, and Rina?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not completely off the hook,” Lucy teased. “I know you’re even more ticklish than me!”

“I-“

“I’m joking,” Lucy laughed, before donning a menacing look. “Or am I?” She said, wiggling her fingers next to her face.

“Pfft, good luck!” Rina said, gonna bed, leaving a giggling Lucy behind.

Lucy closed her door and crawled into bed, now changed into a sleep shirt and pants, finding herself unfond of the sweaty house wear she had been tickled in.

As Lucy was about to get under her covers, she paused. She felt a strange desire wash over her as she looked at her disarrayed comforter.

I can just… roll out of it, if I get uncomfortable. Lucy resolved, rising from her bed and making the comforter lay flat on top of her bed.

Then, after double-checking that her alarms were set and that she had a glass of water on her nightstand, Lucy rolled herself into a tight cocoon, even tighter than the one Rina had rolled her into.

Lucy rested her head on her pillow, taking a moment to look down at her slender form, highlighted by the tight, plush comforter. She pulled on the corner she had gripped in the beginning of the process, and pulled until she was sure that she wouldn’t accidentally unroll herself.

Just for a little while… Lucy wondered, feeling her mind drift off into a long, peaceful sleep, tightly hugged by a warm blanket for the entire night.