Chapter 4: First Training 

The morning sun had barely crept over the horizon when Michael felt the familiar tug on his collar. He woke to Mitchelle’s fingers wrapped around the leather, pulling him gently but firmly from sleep. His cock was already rock-hard, trapped between his stomach and Mirabel’s soft thigh. The air in the bedroom was thick with the lingering scent of last night’s sex : pussy, cum, and sweat.

“Time to start your training, pet,” Mitchelle purred, her voice low and husky. She was naked, her athletic body gleaming in the soft light, nipples stiff with anticipation.

Mirabel stirred on his other side, her fuller curves pressing into him as she reached down and gave his throbbing cock a slow, possessive stroke. “Mmm. So eager already. Your cock knows who it belongs to.”

They didn’t let him speak. Instead, they rolled him onto his stomach and began the ritual of rope. This time they used black silk rope mixed with the rougher jute, creating a beautiful contrast against his skin. Mirabel bound his wrists tightly behind his back, then ran lines across his shoulders and down to his ankles, pulling him into a strict hogtie. His chest pressed into the mattress, ass raised high and vulnerable, cock and balls hanging heavy between his spread thighs.

“Look at that perfect fuckhole,” Mirabel whispered, spreading his ass cheeks wide with both hands. She blew cool air across his tight pucker, making him twitch. “We’re going to open you up today, Michael. Stretch this virgin ass until you’re begging to be fucked like a proper slut.”

Michael moaned into the pillow, shame and arousal flooding him in equal measure. The ropes bit deliciously into his flesh, restricting every movement. His cock leaked a steady drip of precum onto the sheets beneath him. Mitchelle fetched the supplies: a bottle of thick, slick lube and a set of graduated black plugs. She poured a generous amount directly onto his exposed hole, letting it drip obscenely down his crack and over his balls.

“Relax for your Mistresses,” she ordered, pressing one lubed finger against his tight ring. She pushed in slowly, savoring the way his body resisted then yielded. “Fuck, he’s so tight. This ass is going to feel incredible wrapped around our cocks.”

Mirabel joined her, adding a second finger alongside Mitchelle’s. They scissored him open with practiced care, curling their fingers to stroke his prostate. Electric pleasure shot through Michael’s body. He gasped and pushed back as much as the hogtie allowed, fucking himself on their fingers like a desperate whore.

“Listen to those slutty sounds,” Mirabel laughed, spanking his ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Tied up and finger-fucked like our personal toy.”

They added more lube and a third finger, stretching him wider. The wet, squelching sounds of their fingers plunging in and out filled the room. Michael’s cock throbbed painfully, denying any friction. He was leaking so much it looked like he’d already cum.

“Please… Mistresses…” he begged, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Please what?” Mitchelle asked sweetly, twisting her fingers deeper.

“Please train my ass. Stretch me. Own me.”

Mirabel rewarded him by sliding the smallest plug into his hole. It popped past his ring with a slick sound, filling him deliciously. She fucked him with it slowly, pulling it almost out before pushing it back in, teasing his sensitive nerves.

They spent the next forty minutes working him up through the sizes. Each larger plug stretched him further, until they finally seated the thickest one , a heavy bulb that made his hole burn and throb beautifully. It pressed relentlessly against his prostate, making his cock drool continuously.

“Keep that inside you,” Mirabel commanded, giving the base a firm tap that sent jolts through his body. “We’re going out for breakfast. You’ll wear it the whole time.”

They untied him from the hogtie but left the plug buried deep. Mitchelle fastened a discreet vibrating bullet to the base of the plug, controlled by her phone. Then they dressed him in loose sweatpants and a t-shirt , nothing to hide the collar or the bulge of the plug if he moved wrong.

The walk to the nearby café was pure torment. Every step shifted the plug inside him, massaging his prostate. Mitchelle turned the vibrator on low as they sat at an outdoor table. Michael gripped the edge of the chair, trying not to moan in public. His cock was rock-hard and leaking into his underwear.

Mirabel leaned in close while they waited for their food, her hand discreetly stroking his thigh under the table. “Imagine if everyone here knew you’re sitting on a fat plug, ass stretched for us. Our obedient little fucktoy.”

Mitchelle increased the vibration. Michael bit his lip hard, breathing raggedly as waves of pleasure rolled through him. He was dangerously close to cumming from prostate stimulation alone.

“Don’t you dare cum,” Mitchelle warned softly. “Not until we’re home and you’ve earned it with your tongue.”

He survived the meal barely, sweating and trembling with need. The walk home was even worse , the plug shifting with every step, the vibrator buzzing intermittently.

The second they closed the apartment door, the women stripped him naked and pushed him to his knees.

“Get to work,” Mirabel ordered, yanking his face into her dripping pussy. She was soaked from watching him struggle in public. Michael ate her ravenously, tongue fucking her hole and sucking her swollen clit while Mitchelle fucked his ass with the large plug, pulling it out completely only to slam it back in. The wet squelching sounds were obscene. When Mirabel came, she flooded his mouth with sweet girl-cum, grinding hard against his face until she was satisfied. They flipped him onto his back on the living room floor, keeping the plug inside him.

Mitchelle straddled his cock first, sinking down in one greedy motion. “Fuck, your cock feels even bigger with your ass full.”

She rode him brutally, ass bouncing, tits jiggling, her tight pussy gripping him like a velvet fist. Mirabel sat on his face again, facing Mitchelle so they could kiss and grope each other while using him. The double sensation was overwhelming . Mitchelle’s slick heat slamming down on his cock, Mirabel’s juicy cunt smothering his mouth, the thick plug stretching his ass with every thrust. His body was on fire..They switched. Mirabel took his cock, riding him reverse so he could watch her fat ass ripple as she fucked him senseless. Mitchelle ground her pussy on his tongue, moaning loudly.

“Such a good cock. Such a greedy ass,” Mirabel groaned, slamming down harder. “You’re going to cum with that plug deep inside you.”

They rode him mercilessly, using him for their pleasure. When both women had cum multiple times, they finally granted permission.

“Cum, pet. Fill Mistress Mirabel’s pussy,” Mitchelle commanded.

Michael exploded with a guttural cry, pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum deep into Mirabel’s spasming cunt. The orgasm seemed endless, intensified by the constant pressure on his prostate. Cum overflowed, dripping down his balls as Mirabel kept riding through his release.

They collapsed together, breathing hard. The aftercare was slow and loving , removing the plug carefully, massaging his stretched hole, cleaning him with warm towels, and cuddling him between their bodies while feeding him water and praise.

“You took your first training so well,” Mirabel whispered, kissing his collar. “Tomorrow we go bigger. And we start testing your limits even more.”

Michael, sore, satisfied, and completely owned, could only nod. “Thank you, Mistresses.”

The dynamic was growing darker, deeper, and far more erotic with every passing hour. He was no longer just their neighbor. He was their property , collared, plugged, fucked, and blissfully surrendered.