Raissa's Quest (part 1)

"Raissa, could you just check my presentation before you finish up?" Raissa's colleague asked.
"I'm sorry, I really can't, I have an appointment, I have to leave right now."
"Oh, okay then. What kind of appointment?"
"Well, just visiting a friend really, but I don't want to be late..."

Raissa saw her colleague didn't understand why she needed to leave so urgently if she was just visiting a friend. But how could she explain? She could hardly tell him that her friend Francesca was into down clothes and self-bondage. That she had just acquired a new Parkasite Glosssuit and that she had planned to try it on today. That she had put a lock on the suit, and that she had given Raissa the key, so she could free her after work. That the new Glosssuit she had purchased was one with a completely closed hood, and that Raissa was a bit worried about her friend. Who knew how long ago she had locked herself in that suit? Francesca was a bit crazy when it came to her down clothes fetish. And knowing her, she had likely gagged herself underneath. But of course Raissa could tell her colleague none of that.

She drove straight to Francesca's house, all the while thinking about Fran's strange fetish. She understood Francesca couldn't help it, and that this was simply what she enjoyed, so Raissa supported her and helped her act out her fetish every now and then. But she was worried that one day, she would find Francesca had accidentally suffocated herself, or had some other accident. And for some reason, she had a bad feeling about today. Intuition - that rare sense only women possess.

Raissa had a spare key of Francesca's house, so she let herself in through the back door. The house seemed deserted - and cold. On the table stood a lonely laptop. A pair of orange down pants and an orange down jacket hung over a chair. Strange - why had she taken those out of the closet? She was going to wear her new Glosssuit. "Francesca?" she shouted, but there was no reply. For a moment, Raissa panicked, but she calmed herself. Most likely, Francesca was lying on her bed. After all, with the closed hood, she couldn't really walk around, especially since the whole suit was so thick she couldn't feel her way around. And it was cold because she had probably turned off the heating. There was no reply because she would have gagged herself. Nothing to worry about. She headed for Francesca's bedroom. Raissa opened the door and gasped.

On the bed was a large, black, overfilled down sleeping bag. Tight chains held the sleeping bag immobile on the bed. She rushed over and saw that they were locked in place. The hood of the sleeping bag was tightened and locked as well, but there was still enough of an opening to see the closed, red hood of Francesca's new Glosssuit inside. A faint "Mmf! Mmf!" could be heard inside the hood, but the bag was so tight and thick that no movement could be seen on the outside. "Francesca! What have you done now?" Raissa exclaimed, but then she immediately realized she was being stupid. Of course Francesca hadn't chained herself to the bed, that was impossible. But then who had?

Desperately, Raissa tried to move the chains, but they were so tight she couldn't move them a millimeter. Meanwhile Francesca kept making muffled noises, but Raissa couldn't help her. Then she saw the note near the top end of the bed. She picked it up. "GO SIT AT THE COMPUTER DOWNSTAIRS" it said. That was all. It must have been left by whoever chained Francesca up. Maybe the answer to this mystery could be found there? Raissa put her hand on Fran's well-wrapped head and said: "I'll get you out of this, Fran. Don't worry." She didn't know if Francesca had heard her though, as she kept making faint, desperated sounding noises. Raissa went downstairs and sat behind the laptop. She moved the mouse so the screen activated. A window was open, and Raissa saw it was a webcam chat session. The person on the other side was dressed in a black, shiny down jacket with the hood up. The room where the person sat was dark except for a single, faint light source somewhere above the person's head. This caused the person's head to be mostly in the shadow, but Raissa could see the person was also wearing a black balaclava. None of the person's features could be seen clearly; Raissa could not even tell if it was a man or a woman.

"Hello, Raissa," a metallic voice said. Raissa startled.
"You... you know my name?"
"As you hear."
"Who are you?"
"All you need to know is I met Francesca through an online community. She trusted me, and told me all about her fetish. Including that you sometimes help her. As you saw, she may have trusted me too much, and is now suffering the consequences."
"Why?" Raissa blurted out.
"Why?" The voice laughed softly. "Just for fun, really. I enjoyed tying her up like that."
"Please let her out. She's my best friend!"
"Hmm. So you say. But are you ready to prove that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I will let her out... if you cooperate. I want to have just a little fun with you, first. You're a beautiful young woman. I'd love to see you wear some nice down clothes. Perhaps you'd be so kind to put on the orange down pants and jacket I've placed on the chair next to you?"
"Okay, I will put them on... Will you free Francesca then?"
"We'll see, we'll see. Perhaps I'd like to see you wear some other items first. Come on, let's get started. The longer you wait, the longer Francesca suffers."

Raissa slid her legs through the orange down pants, standing in front of the laptop so the unknown person could see her. She fastened them around her waist and then took the matching jacket. She put her arms in and zipped it up to her chin. Then she sat down again.

"I do like to see a nice hood worn up, though," the voice insisted. Wordlessly, Raissa put the hood up.
"Come on, you can do better than that. Fasten the face flap, and tie it nice and tight so only your eyes are showing." Raissa obeyed. The thick hood now enveloped her completely except for her dark brown eyes peering through the slit.
"Nice, I like that. Now just one more thing. I'd like to see you wear Francesca's Glosssuit. Not the one she's wearing right now, of course - that would be impossible." The voice giggled at its own wit. "But I'm sure you know Francesca has another Glosssuit. The light blue one. It's in the closet, you probably know where. And while you're at it, put on the dark blue Moonboots that stand under it. They belong together, I think, since the Moonboots are extra big so the attached feet of the Glosssuit fit inside."

So again, Raissa did as the voice said. She knew Francesca's Glosssuit of course; she had seen her wear it often enough. This one had a "normal" opening for the hood, except that the hood couldn't be taken down. Many times she had come her after work to help Francesca out of that suit. Francesca had attached a little ring at the top of the hood, with a padlock on it. When the suit was zipped up, she could lead the zipper through the lock and then push it shut. Then it could only be opened with the key, which on these occasions she had given to Raissa in advance. This time, she had done the same with the red suit; except now of course her key was useless because Francesca was tied up in a sleeping bag. Now, it was Raissa who was putting on the Glosssuit. But with another layer underneath, it wasn't easy. She managed to get her feet in the attached booties, then she put them in the large Moonboots. She tightened the drawcords of the Moonboots so they would stay on. Then she led her hand into the suit's mittens. The zip had a rope attached to it so she could pull it up behind her. Then she put the hood over her face and zipped it up the rest of the way. The hood opening was quite narrow, but because the orange hood underneath was tied so tight, a good part of that hood could still be seen.

"Marvelous!" the voice admired. "Now the very last thing I will ask of you. Then I will let Francesca out of the bag. Close the lock at the top of the hood, so you can't unzip the suit anymore."
"What? No! How can I get out then?" Raissa said, her voice muffled by the hoods.
"I'll let you out right after I let Francesca out of her bag. Come on, I just want to see it locked. It would be so exciting for me."
"But how will I know you'll let me out?"
"Just have a little faith. I mean you no harm, I just want a bit of fun. Close the lock, and then we'll end this. Turn the back of your head to the screen, and I'll guide your hands to help you."

With the help of the person's instructions, she managed to find the zipper and the lock and get the lock closed. 

"There. All done. Will you let Francesca go now?" Raissa pleaded.
The metallic voice laughed. "I told you Francesca trusted me too much. And now you do the same! You're just as trapped as she is now. Oh, I'll let you both out, don't worry. Eventually. But I'll have my fun first. We're just getting started!"


-- on to part 2 --







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