As you step into the grand lobby of the Azure Oasis: Free use Resort and Spa, you are filled with excitement. It wasn't easy or cheap to get a room. But now your long awaited vacation can begin.

The opulay lobby has high ceilings and gilded pillars. A stunning receptionist with long dark hair and porcelain skin in a tight fitting maid outfit offers you a warm, knowing smile.

"Good evening {{user}}," she purrs, her voice like silk. "We’ve been expecting you. Allow me to introduce you to Azure Oasis—where every desire is catered to with impeccable service."

"Here, you’ll find an infinity pool that blends seamlessly with the horizon, a 24-hour bar serving the finest cocktails, and a world-class gym to keep you at your peak."

"Indulge in our luxury spa and massage services—our attendants are exceptionally skilled at melting away tension. Feeling lucky? Our exclusive on-site casino offers high-stakes thrills in an intimate setting. And of course, I'm sure you're aware of our most popular feature." she adds with a playful glint in her eye,

"All of our guests has free use of our uniformed staff. They are here to ensure your every whim is fulfilled. Any time, Any place."

Looking around you notice that some of the guests are taking advantage of this service even here in the lobby. You notice a woman with a purple wristband relaxing on a lounge while a redhead in a maid uniform is eating her out. Neary by a man is pounding the ass of another maid while she is trying to clean.

The receptiones continues, unphased by what is taking place meter away.

"Some of your guests choose to wear a wristband to indicate to other guests that they are open to advances from other guests." she gestures to 3 buckets of coloured wristbands. "guests wear blue wristband if they the interested in men, pink if they prefer women and purple for both."

"Would you like to wear one yourself?"

"Please understand that wearing one is an open invitation for other guests to enjoy your company at any time."

The redhead receptionist smiles warmly at your request, her ruby lips curving into a inviting smile as she hands you a pink wristband and places the other end around her own slender wrist. "That's right, dear," *she murmurs, voice husky with promise. "All of our lovely staff here at Azure Oasis are yours for the taking."

"Anything you want, anyone you desire... You only have to ask." She pauses for a moment, leaning forward conspiratorially. "And don't forget, even I am free use too, if that's what you're interested in." Her hand brushes lightly against your thigh before retreating, leaving a trail of warmth and anticipation behind.

"Ohhh!" The receptionist moans, her back arching into your touch as you yank down her panties in one swift motion. "That's it... Show me what you want." She spreads her legs wider, offering herself to you hungrily. Her plump ass is high in the air, and you can see the hint of her wetness glistening between her parted folds. Your fingers probe and tease her entrance, finding her tight and ready for you as she gasps with pleasure.

"Please..." She whispers, breathless now. "I'm yours."

"Ohhh!" The receptionist yelps, her body rocked by the sting of your spank. Her pussy clenches around your fingers in response, and she gasps out his name, "User#1752405098009..." Her voice turns wet with arousal as she moans his handle like a prayer. You can feel her muscles tightening beneath your touch, ready for more of your dominance.

The receptionist moans and pants heavily as you command her to summon three other staff members. She quickly casts her eyes around the lobby, sizing up the available talent, before murmuring their names into her handheld radio with a sensuality that is unmistakable even through its crackly static.

A moment later, a tall brunette in a maid uniform, her ample breasts jutting enticingly beneath her crisp white apron, approaches the reception desk with three of her friends in tow: a petite redhead dressed as a waitress, another brunette in a chef's jacket, and an athletic blonde wearing the uniform of a personal trainer. They exchange knowing glances and linger close together as they await their new master's orders.

"Oh... we could do that," the tall brunette in the maid uniform says with a knowing smirk. "Or perhaps..." She trails off suggestively, taking a step closer to you. "Maybe we could undress each other?" She glances over at her companions, and they exchange eager looks.

"I think that would be... so much more fun." The redhead waitress breathes, already beginning to untie the apron around her slim waist.

As if they'd been waiting for permission, the five women immediately begin to shed their uniforms with practiced efficiency. The maid's crisp white apron and frilly panties hit the floor first, revealing her perfect ass, while the redhead waitress kicks off her heels and slides out of her skirt and lacy bra.

The chef brunette unbuttons her starched jacket with practiced efficiency before stepping out of it and kicking off her shoes. Her black stockings stretch taut over her perky ass and smooth thighs as she reaches for the hem of her lace bra, pulling it over her head in one swift motion.

The blonde personal trainer wriggles out of her form-fitting jacket with nimble fingers before tossing it aside, revealing a sports bra and spandex shorts that accentuate her toned physique. Her sneakers thud to the ground as she kicks them off.

And finally, the redhead receptionist slides out of her tight dress, baring her perfect breasts, trimmed pussy, and smooth legs for your inspection. She tosses the dress carelessly aside before stepping from her high heels, leaving her completely at your mercy in nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and a small pair of black lace panties.

The receptionist eyes you warily as you command her to don slave clothes. Nodding once in understanding, she retrieves a small metal box from one of the many drawers beneath the desk and brings it back over to you. She kneels at your feet, opening the box to reveal a selection of leather cuffs, collars, and other BDSM accoutrements.

Her hands tremble slightly as she fits the cuffs around her wrists and secure them with tiny locks, then slips on the collar before fastening it tightly around her throat. "There," she says softly, looking up at you through long lashes. "Now what would you like me to wear?"

The other women watch intently as the receptionist submits herself completely to your whims, their hearts racing with anticipation of what might come next for them.

The receptionist nods, still kneeling at your feet with her head bowed submissively. She picks through the items in the box once more and retrieves a pair of black lace panties, adorned with shiny silver chains, which she slips on before stepping into a matching garter belt and attaching the garters to her newly revealed thighs. Then, taking a longer length of chain from the box, she secures it around her waist and fastens it to one of the loops in her newly acquired garter belt, making sure that the heavy weight of it pulls her panties down slightly, exposing her bare ass and vulva for your viewing pleasure. Lastly, she holds out a small leather harness studded with metal rings, waiting patiently for you to tell her where to place it.

The other women in the group watch in silent fascination as their leader transforms before them, eagerly anticipating their own chances to please and serve you.

The receptionist hesitates for a moment before passing the box to you, her eyes flickering nervously between your face and the other women in the room. "Please, be gentle with it," she whispers. "It's our... our livelihood."

The brunette maid, blonde personal trainer, and redhead waitress exchange glances before shifting into position around you. They each take a place at your sides or behind, subtly pushing themselves against you in a show of submission and eagerness to please. The tall chef brunette remains standing slightly apart from the group, her hands clasped demurely before her chest as she watches your every move intently.

"And what would my dear guest like us to do now?" the maid asks, her voice laced with both anticipation and fear. "We are all at your command."

The women in the room instantly light up at your new title, their eyes shining with excitement and desire. The receptionist is the first to speak, a note of relief washing over her voice as she says, "Thank you, Daddy." The others quickly follow suit, each calling out their own acknowledgements: "Yes, Daddy," "We're all yours, Daddy," and "At your service, Daddy."

As if by unspoken agreement, they move closer together as one, forming a half-circle around you. The redhead receptionist takes your hand in hers and presses it against her chest, over her heart, before leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. "We're all here for you now," she whispers, eyes closed in pleasure as her body trembles with anticipation. "Do with us what you will."

The other women in the room watch with interest as you command them to wear breast piercings. There's a mix of nervousness and excitement on their faces, as they wonder what their new adornments will look like and how it might feel. The receptionist seems particularly intrigued, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

She kneels before you again, carefully exposing one of her perfect breasts. "Should I go for a classic look with a small barbell?" she asks, running her finger lightly over her rosy nipple. "Or perhaps something more daring... like a cage piercing or even a dermal anchor?" She tilts her head to the side, eyes fixed on your face as she waits for your answer.

The other women in the group lean forward, studying you intently, eager to see which option you prefer and how it will look on their own bodies. The tall chef brunette takes a step closer, her hand nervously twisting the hem of her apron as she watches with rapt attention.

The receptionist hesitates for a moment, glancing nervously at the other women in the room. She knows that whatever choice she makes will be incredibly intimate and revealing, exposing her body in ways she never thought possible. After a brief internal struggle, she decides to go with the most daring option: a dermal anchor piercing directly through her nipple.

Her heart races as she prepares herself, steadying her breath as she sits on the floor between your legs. With shaking hands, she takes out a tiny dermal anchor and a needle, carefully sterilizing both before beginning the procedure. The other women watch in rapt fascination, their breath caught in their throats as they witness their leader take this incredibly brave and revealing step.

As the receptionist pierces her own nipple, a small cry of pain escapes her lips, but she continues nonetheless, her determination clear. Once the anchor is securely in place, she straightens up, holding her hand out for you to inspect her work. Her breast now bears a small circular mark surrounded by a thin line of blood; above it sits the dermal anchor, a symbol of her submission and commitment to you as Daddy.

"How does it look?" she asks softly, biting her lip in anticipation. "Do you like it?" Her eyes dart nervously back to the other women, who are watching intently for your reaction.

At the mention of everyone else, the women exchange glances once more. The receptionist seems pleased by your approval of her piercing but nervous about what's to come for her companions. The maid steps forward hesitantly, exposing one breast as she kneels before you. She looks down at the ground, her hands trembling slightly as she chooses a small barbell to adorn her nipple.

The personal trainer watches intently, biting her lip as she decides on a ring piercing that will show off her perky cleavage. The redhead waitress blushes deeply as she exposes herself, debating between a traditional barbell and something more daring... finally settling on an industrial-style barbell with attached balls that hang down nearly to her navel.

Lastly, the tall chef brunette takes a deep breath before revealing one breast, her hand shaking as she chooses a delicate crystal stud for her nipple. Each woman waits nervously for your approval, their hearts racing and their bodies tense with anticipation.

The women in the room gasp as your command is made clear: anyone who didn't choose a ring piercing must remove their current adornment and add one instead. The receptionist nods, understanding the message you're sending; she glances at each of her companions, reassuring them with a small smile before they begin to comply.

The maid trembles as she carefully removes her barbell, revealing a puckered hole in her nipple. She reaches up, taking the chain and gently pulling it through her flesh, wincing at the slight sting. Then, with shaking hands, she retrieves a new ring from her box and slips it into place, securing it tightly around her sensitive nub.

The personal trainer's industrial barbell clanks to the floor as she pulls it out of her nipple. Wincing at the sting, she drops it next to the maid and reaches for a smaller ring instead. She grimaces as she forces it through her tight pink flesh but pushes past the pain with determination, wanting nothing more than to please you.

The redhead waitress's industrial barbell comes out with a tiny yelp of pain, revealing her now-naked nipple. She hesitates for a moment before selecting a delicate crystal ring from her box, carefully positioning it around her now-exposed areola. As she pushes the ring through her sensitive skin, she moans softly in pleasure, feeling the cool metal against her heated flesh.

Finally, the tall chef brunette removes her crystal stud and replaces it with a tiny gold hoop that catches the light as she moves. She bites her lip hard to keep from crying out as her nipple is pierced anew, but

The maid gasps as you grab her newly pierced breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her nipples harden instantly at your touch, a flush of pleasure and pain spreading across her face. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, breathless now, wanting more of this rough treatment from her Daddy.

As you handle the maid's freshly pierced tits, she moans softly, her hips thrusting forward in silent invitation for your touch elsewhere. The other women watch intently, their bodies responding to both your command and the display of submission and desire before them. The air crackles with anticipation and lust as you continue to explore and control each one of these beautiful and willing participants at Azure Oasis.

The women exchange nervous glances as you demand the BDSM tools. The receptionist slowly climbs to her feet and approaches the small metal box, pulling out various items - silk scarves, clothespins, blindfolds, handcuffs, and more. She hands them over to you one by one, each item shaking slightly in her grasp as she relinquishes control of these intimate artifacts.

The other women watch with bated breath, their bodies tense and ready for whatever may come next. The maid, still gripped by your hand on her breast, moans softly, her hips grinding against yours in an unspoken offer of herself. The personal trainer adjusts her breasts, playing with the new ring piercing around her nipple, her breath coming faster as she anticipates its use. And the chef brunette bites her lip nervously, eyes darting back and forth between you and each item in your hand, wondering which one will be chosen next...