See how her roommate reacts to all this

Lydia watched as the procession of footwear began filling the space in her bedroom. She panted, grinding against the leather boots harder as the other footwear began to pair off. Some of the couples seems to be playing footsie, while others appeared to be dancing — as if invisible women were wearing them.

Lydia straddled the boot with all her weight now, riding against it and wondering what exactly would happen if her roommate were to walk in on her. She looked back at the notebook and realized it wouldn't be hard to arrange such a scenario.

"Why don't you carry this party out to the living room?" Lydia growled, gripping the upper shaft of the leather boot with both hands — throttling it. The intangible calf inside flexed against her grip, and she squealed as her weight was lifted off the bed just enough for her to feel the leather vamp sliding under her, pushing back against her. Lydia laughed, taking it as a challenge. She rode the boot harder, planting her feet against her bed and bouncing up and down, riding the boot shaft like a hobbyhorse.

As she felt the boot lifting her higher, she leaned down just in time to grab the notebook and the pen before the living boot lifted her clear off the bed. Just as she requested, she was carried toward her bedroom door and out into the living room. The boot's mate hopped on one foot in front of the procession, leading the way into the main room of the apartment.

Lydia tried to carefully balance herself on her narrow leather ride as she scrawled what she hoped was legible enough writing into the notebook.

I wish Felicia would catch me right in the middle of this, Lydia wrote, wondering how exactly the book was going to **** her roommate into her own spatial proximity. Before anything happened, Lydia realized Felicia might bolt straight out the door and added: and when she does, I don't want her to be able to get away from it.

Down the hall, Felicia just happened to be returning early from her hot yoga session. Suddenly, something felt off about her gait, and when she tried to pinpoint what it was, she found that it was almost like she was on autopilot, walking toward the door of her apartment in some strangely disassociated state. She assumed maybe that she was simply that relaxed after intense exercise session, and thought little else of it.

That is, until she opened the door.

Notebook still in hand, Lydia gasped as she watched Felicia stride through the door, pulling her keys out and searching the room for some kind of explanation of what she was seeing.

"L-- Lydia? What the — I mean — what…" Now it was Felicia's turn to gasp as her crosstrainers guided her well through the threshold and away from the door. It slammed behind her and locked on its own. She was walked right up to Lydia, balancing on her floating boot, notebook in hand. Felicia let out a squeal as one of Lydia's leather boots — empty, but filled out as if a ghost was wearing it — hovered up between her legs and rose against the cleft of her yoga pants. She tried to kick, but her legs were locked in place by her athletic sneakers. In the heat of the moment, Lydia tried to write more, but found herself scrawling illegibly in the notebook as she was bounced up and down by the hovering boot. Lydia was a little ashamed of how much she was enjoying this chaos, but not enough to stop her from gripping the notebook harder, holding it against the boot shaft, and writing clearly enough for her next command.

I want this notebook and pen to be as animate as all my footwear — to write my wishes down as I call them out.

She dropped the pen and let the notebook be pulled with it toward the ground as she reasserted her grip on the leather boot shaft. As Felicia was pulled off of her toes, she drew a quick breath. Losing contact with the ground, she tried to balance herself on the leather shaft rising between her legs before soon realizing that her sneakers were actually holding her steady. She took a second to look up at Lydia, who was enjoying this unreal circumstance more than any reasonable person could expect.

"Lydia! What in the fuck is going on here?!" Felicia asked as the leather shaft between her legs began bulging and bucking under her. Her roommate let out an unearthly laugh as she glanced down at the notebook she dropped.

"Dominate us!" Lydia squealed, grinning. "Make us both come!" Only now did Felicia realize that the notebook hadn't hit the ground. It rose up between them as the discarded pen joined it, scribbling madly on the pages. Lydia bit her lip, watching it work to fulfill her commands. Now her own showy red lacquer boots approached her roommate, leaping into the air and landing, one in front of the other, on the toe and vamp of the boot suspending Felicia's body.

Felicia held her arms out in front of her in a futile attempt to block what was about to happen, but her shirt pulled them both up and away as it tore itself off, pulling over her head, and her means of blocking anything with it. Her bra unclipped and pulled itself up off of her C-cup tits, and the red lacquer boots crouched a bit, poised to leap.

When they did, it was to latch the tops of their shafts onto Felicia's tits like suction cups. The boot shafts deflated and inflated ever so slightly, creating a suction **** on Felicia's breasts as she struggled to pull her arms completely out of her animated shirt. The thoroughly confused girl moaned as her thighs tightened around the hovering boot. Her mind obviously had no idea what was going on, but her body was beginning to respond in ways that didn't require any mental capacity at all.