“I think I'm drunk, Uncle Dan,” I said to him.
It was about 2:00 a.m., I was sprawled on the black leather couch, still in my shorty pajamas but with my robe thrown aside and my slippers kicked off. Even barefoot, the basement suddenly seemed very warm to me.
“I can't feel my face…”
And I laughed, and took another sip, still loving the taste of the coconut-like concoction. My skinny bare arms and legs seemed to be tingling, my head beginning to actually spin.
“That's perfect,” my uncle said, and brought out what looked like a gift-wrapped jewelry box. “Here's part of your present.”
“Finally!” I laughed foolishly. “Is it jewelry?”
He just shook his head.
“Something better,” he told me. “More fun.”
So I sat up straight and ripped off the wrapping paper, opening the box to discover a small blue plastic butterfly that was nestled in the middle of a little harness made of blue ribbons. There was also something that looked like a tiny remote control, as if for a very small TV, but with a small dial in the center instead of buttons.
I just stared at it all.
“I don't understand, Uncle Dan…” I started. “What's this little butterfly?”
He was going into the laundry room, but over his shoulder said to me, “It's actually called a butterfly, Jessica. It's fun. You'll see.”
“But what's it do?”
“I'll show you in a minute,” he promised, disappearing. “You'll love it.”
And as I sank back into the couch, my head spinning even more, he quickly reappeared through the doorway, pushing and sliding an odd-looking and obviously heavy piece of furniture across the carpet.
“What is that?” I wanted to know, more curious than anything else. “Is that the rest of my birthday present?”
It was a boxy wedge-like ramp, about 3 feet wide and 4 feet long, with a high section rising out of the middle, the whole thing entirely covered with what looked like black velvet. It was also big enough for a person to lie on or to sit on. Yet it looked like no furniture I'd ever seen.
It also had several black straps attached on each side, a few at each end.
“I had to special order it,” he told me. “It's very expensive. And it's ergonomically designed for comfort, just for you, Jessica.”
I stood up on wobbly legs, leaving my drink on the end table beside the couch, and walked unsteadily around the thing.
“Is it a chair or a bed?” I asked. “Or is it for the computer?”
“Let me show you.”
He took my small hand and led me around to the end of the ramp that rose only a few inches off the floor, then put his hands on my narrow lower back and gently had me drop down to my knees on the thing.
“It's sort of spongy,” I giggled to him, not certain what I was doing anymore. “It feels nice, though.”
“Exactly.”
He gently leaned me forward, so that my waist was resting over and on the black velvet section that was raised in the middle, then had me lay down further so that my upper body was resting (and slightly stretched across) the rest of the thing at a slightly downward angle.
My bare arms were on each side but my hands couldn't quite reach the floor. And it left my butt sticking weirdly up in the air.
“Is it for exercise?” I wanted to know. “It's definitely comfortable. In fact, I could probably go to sleep on this thing…”
And that was the last thing I remember.
It must have been all that rum in the pina coladas.
And when I woke up again, the situation in my Uncle Dan's basement had drastically changed. I was still face down on the black velvet wedge/ramp thing, but I noticed many things at the same time.
The first was that I couldn't move my arms.
“Hey!” I cried out, a little scared finally. “Uncle Dan…!”
“Relax, Jessica,” I heard him say, behind me. “You're going to like this more than you think.”
Both of my hands were held in place on either side by the soft straps around my slim wrists, as were my slender bare ankles held in place, and apart, so that my coltish legs were spread, by similar straps at the rear of the thing.
I pulled against the straps but discovered I couldn't move. At least, not enough to make any difference. Or escape.
My uncle had somehow gotten my pajama bottoms off before strapping me in so that my little butt was not only sticking up in the air but was bare as well, my only clothing my skimpy pajama top. I was also somehow wearing the blue plastic butterfly in the little blue ribbon harness around my naked hips.
The butterfly itself was directly on my hairless vagina, tightly enough against it to be pressing into it slightly.
“This is called sex furniture,” my uncle said, somewhere behind me. “If you're good, you should enjoy the next couple of hours. But, if you're bad…well, I'll have to spank your bare little ass all over this room.”