It's so very cold out today. I'm going to wear panties and jeans to the store. As per our rules, small plug inserted?"

Sophia hit send, hoping Micah would agree. Normally, she'd forgo the panties, but it really was quite cold today and she wanted the small extra layer. Only a few seconds later, she heard a bing on her phone.

Absolutely not. If you're going to wear TWO items between your legs, you will wear the large petaled plug.

She grimaced but went to the DM room. The plug was divided into two 'petals' which spread apart once inserted making it virtually impossible to fall out, be ignored, or be comfortable. Nonetheless, Sophia was too well trained to disobey Milord even though she could probably get away with it. Awkwardly, she lubed the device and held the petals together as she slowly inserted it. And yes, it was just as uncomfortable as she knew it would be. Still, she couldn't ignore the wetness between her legs as she put on her panties and jeans.

She was putting the groceries onto the conveyor belt when she heard her phone again.

Come to 1874 Mills Avenue as soon as you finish shopping. Go to room 2407. Formal session.

While the unexpected session was always a possibility, Micah rarely called for one. She glanced at her groceries, noting that between the cold weather and lack of frozen items, they would be just fine in the car for a long while, she rushed through paying for her items and shoving them quickly into the trunk of her car.

Luckily, Mills Avenue wasn't far. She assumed that the address would lead her to a hotel, but she was wrong. It was a high rise. She strode purposely onto the elevator and hit number 24. Another text came through as she stepped onto the polished marble of the 24th floor.

You will maintain strict session formality at all times. You will be obedient. You will text me your safeword if you need to, but otherwise, behave as you've been trained.

What? Text him a safeword?

Now more hesitant, she found 2407 and knocked on the door. A beautiful, small boned brunette opened it.

"Ah! Sophia. Come in please. Micah has given me explicit instructions and should be here in about half an hour. We've much to do, so let's get started," she began.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

The woman laughed and ran a hand down Sophia's cheek. "Oh, I like that. You go right on calling me Ma'am! Now, let's start by you disrobing and lying on your back on my table."

Sophia saw that in the middle of a sunken living room was a portable massage table. The room was lit softly and the rest of the apartment was dark. Now she was beginning to understand! She quickly disrobed, folded her clothing neatly, and placed them on a decorative table. Once on the table, The woman began by placing a blindfold over her eyes.

"There. Now that might help relax you. Or excite you!" she giggled. "If I use too much pressure, just let me know."

She placed her hands over Sophia's breasts. Sophia jumped, surprised, by the intimacy.

"Shhh. Everything I do has been sanctioned by Milord. Try to relax."

Soon, the woman was pinching her nipples. Sophia began to squirm as the pleasure built inside of her.

"That's it," Ma'am crooned. "Enjoy. Now, I'm going to make sure these darlings stay perky."

Sophia gasped as biting clips clamped around her nipples. Ma'am laughed and continued with her massage.

She worked her oiled hands down Sophia's belly, her legs, her feet. Next, she rubbed her way back up to the apex of Sophia's legs. She began to gently rub Sophia's labia between her fingers. Sophia moaned.

"This is called a Yoni massage, Sophia. It's quite sensual. Many people will even orgasm during it. Lucky you, Micah, Milord to you, has given permission for you to do that as well."

Ma'am tugged and pushed on her clit, rolling it between her slick fingers. Sophia moaned as the pleasure built inside of her. She grasped the edges of the table with her hands and arched her back. Ma'am then inserted two fingers inside her slick vagina and began to tease her g-spot.

Sophia exploded, pleasure washing over her like a warm shower. When she came back to earth, Ma'am was again massaging her breasts.

"Well done. Now, it's time to remove these clips and turn you over. Ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Sophia whimpered as the blood rushed back to her hard nipples, but Ma'am had her turn over quickly, pressing her breasts against the table. Ma'am's strong hands began to work her shoulders.

"What!?" she yelped as a hard paddle came down on her bottom.

"Shhhh," Ma'am crooned. "This is a spanking massage, Sophia. The combination of a relaxing massage with a stern spanking will absolutely spike your senses. Especially after that orgasm!"

Sophia so wanted to know who was spanking her, but had been better trained than to question either Milord or his representative. She lay back down.

Ma'am worked on her neck, shoulders, arms, and back all while the unknown entity continued to deliver strong, well-placed swats to her bare bottom and upper thighs. Sophia's nerve endings were on fire. However, when the spanker touched the plug and began to to gently pull, she reacted.

"No! Please!" she cried out, lifting herself onto her elbows, "Only Milord can remove that. Please!"

Silence.

"Well then," a familiar and much-loved voice answered, "I suggest you lie back down, love."

Her body reacted before her mind. She dropped flat onto the table, sighing with relief.

"I must say, Soph," Milord continued, "that I'm very proud of you. I've actually been here the whole time, watching from the doorway. You've obeyed exquisitely."

The plug was now halfway out. Sophia was panting.

"I particularly enjoyed watching your orgasm. I also approve of calling Helena 'Ma'am'. Good job of keeping your language formal."

Finally, the plug was out. Sophia breathed a sigh of relief. That thing was uncomfortable and stretched her terribly.

"Scoot down now, love. Feet on the floor, belly still on the table."

Sophia, with Ma'am's help, obeyed. Milord's well lubed cock soon replaced the plug. Sophia eased back, desperate for him to be inside of her.

"You're right, Micah, she's eager, isn't she?" Helena commented. "No, little one, you stay right there."

Helena pressed Sophia's shoulders back down to the table and kept her massage going, this time adding hot rocks.

"Please," Sophia murmured.

Micah plunged inward, his fingers digging into her hips. He began a rhythmic pace while Helena did her magic with hot stones across Sophia's upper back.

"Is this where she starts to babble?" Helena asked quietly.

"Very likely," Micah answered.

"Please!" Sophia whimpered. "Please. It's too much. Too many feelings. All at once. I. I. I. I CAN'T!"

But she did. She exploded with pleasure, tightening her muscles around Micah's cock, squirting her joy down her legs and onto the table. Distantly, she heard both feminine and masculine laughter as the assault on her senses continued.

She lost track of time, of place, of who was touching her where. The world had shrunk to warm stones and a big cock. She felt a hard, powerful thrust and then heard Micah's labored breathing as he filled her with his own pleasure.

Slowly, he eased out of her and moved to the side of the table. He removed her blindfold and kissed her face.

"So perfect, love. Did you enjoy it?"

"Of course, Milord. Of course, I did. I. . . Oh!" Her eyes widened as she felt Helena spreading her cheeks.

Micah grinned before kissing her again and saying, "You didn't think that you could get by without that plug for the trip home, did you?"

"Oh. No. But. . ."

Once again, the plug was pushed into her well-used and well-lubricated anus.

"There we go!" Helena exclaimed.

"Lovely. Now, Sophia, thank Helena," Micah ordered.

"Thank you?" she said hesitantly.

"Try harder."

Huffing a bit, Sophia slid from the table and knelt before Helena. She looked up and said, "Thank you, Ma'am, for everything you've done for me today."

She glanced at Micah who now had his arms crossed. She gulped.

"Would you, um, would you allow me to thank you properly?"

Helena held up her long skirt. She was bare beneath it. Sophia adjusted her position and gently spread Helena's labia. She licked and then kissed her clitoris. When it began engorged, she placed her lips around it and began to gently suck. Hesitantly, she inserted first one then two fingers into Helena's wet tunnel and, imitating the yoni massage she had just received, pressed against Helena's g-spot. She was rewarded by a gush of moisture covering her fingers.

She sat back on her heels, panting, looking up at both Milord and Ma'am.

"Clean your fingers," Milord ordered.

She did so, sucking Helen's honey from her fingers.

"Well done. Now," Milord held out a hand to help her stand "Go get dressed. Head home, put the groceries away, and I'll be there in a few hours. Be ready for Formal dinner."

Standing, glassy-eyed with pleasure and submission, Sophia said, "Of course, Milord. Thank you."

As she left Helena's apartment, she heard the other woman say, "You've got yourself a treasure, Micah. You're going to have a beautiful evening."

Yes, he would. Sophia would make sure of that.