"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.