The Attendant Pt. 01

"Do you prefer light, medium, or heavy pressure? We also have heating and cooling gels available on request," the steward advised via the screen.

"My nipples get overly sensitive very easily with light pressure. So I like all three everywhere but minimal light pressure to the nipples," I promptly replied.

"That's simplicity itself ma'am, the barest touch will be used on your nipples. Can I interest you in any of our unique sensations? Feathers, leather, rope, latex, foam?"

"I would love to have them tied up. Feathers would feel nice. Please do explain how leather, latex, and foam would be used?"

"Excellent choices ma'am. Do you prefer your tits to be suspended while restrained? We have a variety of options in each of those categories, we have gloves available in each texture for your masseur. Additionally some clients enjoy light or heavy flogging to help relieve tension. Alternatively, we have a foam pit which delightfully stimulates the epidermis or conversely a full latex vacuum bed for overall restriction and stimulation."

"Ohh, no idea if I'd like them suspended, and have never had them flogged either, I'd be open to trying it. you know the foam pit just made me think of those orbees things, and I feel like those would feel rather good. I've actually never been restrained for stimulation like that, so I'd be quite interested in experiencing it." Two men wearing nothing but gimp hoods appear on either side of you.

"Very well, please allow the drones to escort and assist you into the pit. If you become uncomfortable at anytime your safe word is cromulant. Are there any other areas of stress we can focus on today or will a thorough worshipping of your breasts be all? The drones are for guests to make use of how they choose. Please feel free to abuse, tease, fuck, or anything else you desire. We only request you leave them alive, or they will be added to your bill," the Steward concludes. The drones ease toned arms around your waist and gently deposit you into the pit. You notice a curiously light, breathy sensation envelop you as small suds begin quietly popping all over your body. They are slightly warm to the touch.

You hear heavy booted footsteps approach. As you glance behind you, you see a tall, whip toned man striding towards your pit. You gasp slightly, causing the foam around you to ripple and sway gently against you.

The attendant is wearing a leather gimp hood, knee high leather boots, and a leather cross guard on his chest. All black in contrast to his translucent skin. The booted man steps into the vat and goosebumps roll over your bare skin. Somehow he needs no assistance entering and seems to float down into the foam.

You turn to face him and are about to greet him when something tickles the hairs on the back of your neck. There's something off about him that you can't quite put a finger on. There's certainly nothing wrong with his body. You can tell that he uses it strenuously by the way the muscles bunch and move fluidly.

He strides up to you with no greeting or sign of acknowledgement. You don't know why, but you are feeling flushed. It's almost as if the foam has gotten warmer since he entered. You wave the thought away and look into the attendants eyes and are startled to realize they have no pupil. Or perhaps they are all pupil.

He reaches his hand up to your chin and tilts your head up with his finger. You know you should be scared, your brain is telling you to get out, but your body feels detached from everything that's going on. He gently turns your head from side to side. It's almost as if he's inspecting you.

"What's the attendant doing, steward?" You rasp out almost without meaning to ask.

"The attendant is trained to minutely observe each of our guests in order to maximize their pleasure during the stay. If you become uncomfortable at anytime, just use the safe word." Reassurd by the steward you let yourself relax into the foam, which seems to have grown more solid and able to bear your weight. A curious sensation slides briefly across your pussy but you aren't fully able to tell what happened in that instant. The attendant is distracting you again.

He lightly but firmly grabs your wrists and lifts your arms so the are held parallel to the floor. He briefly glances up and nods. As he releases your wrists, you maintain your arms position for seemingly no reason. It's as if you feel lighter when you hold your arms like this. You begin to smile, but you don't know why. There is a humming sound above you. Approaching you it sounds like, but you don't care. You keep watching the attendant, mesmerized.

"What was the safe word?" You feel this thought bubble to the surface from a long way away. The attendant reaches toward your breasts, and you remember that you were here to have them massaged. The attendant stops before he actually touches your chest. Hovering just above your skin, you feel the heat from his leather gloves on your areola, as he slowly caresses the air in front of you.

You hear a soft whimper.

"Was that me?" Your nipples clench. Almost reaching out for the attendant. Another whimper.

The attendant turns away from you suddenly, and you feel both relieved and crestfallen. When he turns back, you notice his cock for the first time. How did you not see that delicious cock before? It's like it was made for you. Uncut, rigid, larger than average, but not uncomfortably large, glistening...

That sensation flits across your pussy again and you briefly notice how wet you've gotten. Your mouth falls open and it's with some difficulty that you look away from the penis just inches away from you.

"When did these ropes get on my wrists?" While you were distracted the attendant remained as busy as ever. You glance up and see a shiny scaffold just above your head to which your wrists are now tied.

A brief moment of sheer panic flashes like a blinding light across your conscious mind. You feel like an animal trapped in a cage being abused by its owners.

"How long have you been here, how did you get here in the first place, where is here, oh god..." You open your mouth to scream, but foam oozes in instead. You get ready to choke, but instead you taste something sweet and somehow savory at the same time. "What was I just thinking about?" You sigh contentedly. You look around for the attendant. And are momentarily confused and sad not to see him. You always liked this attendant.

You feel something tug at your ankles and look down to see that they have been lashed together. "Perfect, just what I need, now they can really focus on my lovely breasts without worrying about any of that pesky sex. I can't even open my legs," you dreamily think.

The attendant stands back up and looks directly at you, with it's (no his, you correct yourself) his head cocked.

That sensation against your dripping cunt, again. It's so distracting when all you want is someone to touch your nipples. It pulses again, but you don't notice because the attendant is once again reaching for your chest. "Yes, finally." Your aching nipples are heaving up and down, when did you start breathing this heavily? The hands draw closer. You can think of nothing else...

The slightest brush, the merest contact, a whisper of a touch...

Electricity shoot through your body, making your toes curl, forcing your head back, straining your limbs against their restrains, you've never been this sensitive before! Another gasp and more foam pours into your mouth, making you drool, the sensation intensifies and you forget to breath.

The attendant steps away again and turns its back on you, once again. "Noooo." You whine as orange tinted drool drips onto your chest. The pulsing sensation grows around your vagina. You would swear that something was inside you, but that's impossible with you legs tied together.

The attendant turns back around. At some point the scaffolding must have lowered because his cock is now right in front of your drooling mouth.

A giggle erupts from your throat

You lick your lips and greedily slurp up the foam sitting between you and your prize. Your words don't seems to be working right for some reason. It doesn't matter. "Cock, tendant, cock!" You burble. You think he did something to your chest while you were distracted, but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters except what's in front of you. You look up at the attendants face, those black eyes glimmer behind the black hood and you feel desperation creep inside... its not going to let suck your cock. That's your cock, your deserve it. It's yours!

"Drones!" Your voice bellows out. Almost instantly you feel the hooded beings appear on either side of you. You reach out. As if they could read your thoughts, each places their half hard member in your outstretched hand. You sigh, placted for the moment. You will get the attendants perfect cock, but these will do for now. As you begin stroking the drones you feel something inside your pussy twitch. A low involuntary moan escapes you and you start stroking more quickly as the dicks harden in your hands.

Looking down to see what's teasing your pussy you notice what the attendant did to your massive breasts first: Cord has been looped around each tightly. While you were distracted your massive titties have become engorged with blood. The sight of your normally milky chest swollen, reddish-purple, with your nipples poking out begging for attention makes you whimper again. How could you not have noticed them before now? They are throbbing, your nipples screaming to be touched. You jack the drones ever more swiftly as lewd sounds drip out of your mouth accompanied by orange drool. Drool plops down beside the attendant and begins to pool.

"What? How is the attendant standing beneath you? Some sort of trench has appeared beneath you, just how high tech is this spa?" Your mind rebels against the foam as you attempt critical thought. "How did you..." before you can finish, the attendant brushes a feather against your left breast. Your head jerks back, "Unnnngh!"

Your body would writhe if you weren't held in place by the ropes. Your eyes clench shut, your hands grip down on the cocks you almost forgot about. Apparently you were jacking the drones without even thinking about it. "Ooorrrrgg!" This time the feather danced its way in a circle around your right nipple and your neck snapped forward. Gasping from just two brief touches, you think, "I'd probably cum immediately if someone sucked my tits."

*Smack* Your eyes pop open and look directly at the attendant. The flog he just used on your thigh poised to fly again. It didn't hurt, but every touch has been so gentle that it was shocking all the same. *Smack* A bit harder that time, the blow lands in the middle of your back. You arch involuntary, thrusting your chest forward as your nipples twist themselves even tighter.

Cum drips between your legs and you see wet spots growing below. Your needy holes obscene reactions are nothing compared to the throbbing fire, the unquenched longing in your chest. Every shift of weight makes your nipples scream to be touched. You can feel them swelling with every heartbeat as the blood pools and causes them to become ever more sensitive.

"Ohhhhfffuuck me!" This time the flog wrapped itself around your ass cheek and the sting made your butthole pucker. You almost missed the feather dancing between your breasts. In fact, it seemed like as soon as you noticed it, it vanished once again. "Goddamn, fuck, fuck, fuck..." you groan impotently.

You feel the balls of the drones beginning to clench as their breathing becomes more ragged. They still haven't made a sound, and you realize they are waiting for your permission. A smile that's equal parts cruel and amused crosses your face and quickly vanishes as the attendant begins to trace figure eights around your throbbing breasts. You pant and squeeze the drone dicks even harder. *slap, slap* a quick forward, backward flick of the flog over then under your breasts nearly makes you scream in frustration.

The attendant moves directly beneath your face, its black eyes bore into yours. It's lips purse and you wonder if its going to kiss you. Instead he blows across your nipples, its breath colder than any you've ever felt. You drool directly on its hood, but it doesn't even flinch and continues to stare directly into your eyes. You realize you haven't seen the attendant blink at all (not in any of your sessions together). Your subconscious struggles to make you understand...

The attendant scoops foam into its mouth and you glimpse something odd that doesn't quite register. It spits the foam onto your nipples. Your eyes actually roll back in your head from the intense orgasm that holds you helplessly in its maw. You body flops uselessly against the ropes and you manage to horsely croak out, "Cuuuummmm..." The drones members twitch and cold ropes of semen shoot across your hands and arms and the back of your neck.