When Avery awoke, she had the sensation of floating.
What the… she thought, slightly opening her eyes and seeing only soft yellow-white light in a deep purple room, almost like she were getting a massage. In fact, now that she thought of it, she felt a pulsing pressure around her wrists and hips and ankles, and she realized something soft was holding her up.
Her head was resting on a circular pillow, further emphasizing the idea in Avery’s mind that she were in a massage parlor, with her face cradled by a cushioned headrest and her arms stretched up and beyond her head, suspended with her wrists in soft stirrups. It felt to her like similar stirrups held her ankles behind her. The bulk of her weight was being supported by an infinitely soft cushion underneath the hinge of her hips, positioning her with her ass high in the air and her legs softly folded under her, and her torso lightly stretching between her hips and her head. Avery couldn’t see much, but thought she felt as though her breasts were also supported by something- although whatever it was seemed to be just enough to keep their weight from pulling down on her back.