Thirty minutes later we were at the hotel's entrance.
"Zip your trousers, park the car, and bring the luggage."
"Yes, Miss!" I replied, as she disembarked, welcomed by a hotel attendant, who wore a black uniform with a funny, slightly oversized top hat.
I reached Miss Tina who had almost completed her check-in.
The same attendant who had welcomed her moved to take the luggage.
"The little boy will take care of it, thank you!" Miss Tina immediately explained.
The attendant, a tall, willowy girl, looked at me puzzled: I didn't look like a little boy to her!
"I am afraid that only hotel guests can access the room..." she replied politely.
"Can I talk to you in private?" whispered Miss Tina.
"Yes, Miss...but..." "Let's go! Leave the luggage there, little boy!"
The petite Chinese girl had asserted her control over me rather effectively, and without daring to look at the surprised hotel assistant, I followed them into a cubicle, separated through a movable wall from the large hall.
"Unzip your trousers, little boy!"
I hesitated for a moment, hoping that the tall girl would object to such a bizarre request. She had brought a hand to her mouth but didn't say anything, clearly waiting to see what was happening next.
I had no choice but to unzip the trousers and show my cock cage to another completely stranger young girl.
"What is it?" she asked Miss Tina, in shock.
"It's a cock cage! Haven't seen one before?"
"Just in pictures...or...adult shops..." answered truthfully the other girl.
"He is a little boy with a naughty cock who needs discipline and restraint. It doesn't do any good if he sees you taking my luggage.
You can still come with us...you will have to explain to me the room's features." Miss Tina suggested.
"I understand now" surprise had turned in a barely repressed laugh.
"You can put back that useless sausage! Let's go!" ordered Tina, sharing the attendant's laugh.
Quickly, using the elevator, we reached Miss Tina's room. I had followed the two girls with the luggage, while they talked of the weather in Tokyo and other pleasantries.
The attendant, whose name was Noemi, opened the door and we stepped into the room.
"Where shall I put the luggage, Miss Tina?"
"Not so quick little boy! Undress first! In my room, you'll have to be fully naked...all the time!"
Noemi looked at me, with anticipation, smiling like she was playing an enjoyable game.
I dropped my clothes at once, and I remained naked, in front of the two girls.
"Turn!"
As I followed the order, I could hear Noemi's gasping.
"That's what Yuzu told me...besides the cock cage you are wearing a nice butt plug too!" commented Miss Tina laughing.
"Put the suitcase on the rack, the trolley in that corner, and Yuzu's bag on the bed...there is something I have to fetch!"
As I turned, the hotel assistant was still looking at me, with an uncertain curiosity.
"Please wait for a moment, Noemi, before you give me the room's tour."
While I placed the luggage as requested, Miss Tina has taken from the bag a collar and leash.
"Come here now, on your fours! Raise your knees!"
Quickly she put the collar on my neck and attached the leash.
"Now let's go for the tour!"
The hotel assistant started to show the room features, the toilet functions and explained the emergency procedures. Miss Tina followed, and I followed her, on the leash, like an obedient dog.
From time to time Noemi looked at me, still unsure of what she had to think.
Quickly the tour was over.
"I might call room service from time to time..inform your colleagues that they will find a little boy in the room, please tell them to treat him like any other pet!"
"Yes, Miss I understand! I hope you'll have a good stay! You too, little boy! " she added, as she caressed laughing my chin , like I was no more than a large dog.
Now, still on my four, I was alone in the room with Miss Tina.
"I am very tired and I want to take a bath, but before that, I have to take care of your punishment!"
"Your manners were poor at the airport parking lot when you suggested I should sit next to you, also you doubted I know how to take care of a little boy's sack..."
"Sorry Miss Tina, I didn't mean ..."
"Shut up silly boy! What you mean or think doesn't matter! Take the canes from the bag! Then sit on a chair and hold your legs spread with your hands!"
I knew the worn, leather bag well. The Cute Mistress made me keep a list of its contents of the bag, complete with pictures. She also asked me to describe the use and the effect of each tool that contained, and took great care in reading and reviewing what I wrote, sometimes testing a tool if she wasn't sure about its properties; it was one of her favorite ways to spend a free afternoon.
I realized now that she had handed the list to Miss Tina; this explained why she was familiar with its contents: besides paddles, whips, an old fashion carpet beater, and other toys and tools, there were indeed a few canes, of different length and thickness.
