The Chinese Tourist

"You can stroke your cock, but you can't cum unless I order you to...is it clear?"

"Yes, Miss Tina!"

"Then show me!"

I immediately grabbed my cock.

"Slow down, horny boy! We're not in a hurry...remember you are here to entertain me..."

"Yes, Miss Tina!"

"Look at me! Show me your gratitude!"

While I stroked slowly my cock, we exchange a long look. It was hard to stand her smirk, which expressed all her contempt for my willingness to be humiliated just to spread some seed.

At the same time, I am sure that only expressing with my pleading eyes all the excitement that had built-in me would please her.

"Stop now and wash my back!"

"Yes, Miss Tina!" Unwillingly I released my grip, it was like the hungry cock lost balance, hanging in the air.

I stood, desperate to cum, the cock hanging in the air, but I started washing the girl's back with a soaped towel.

Touching her soft, even skin didn't help much.

As my hands slide on it, I grew more and more helpless.

At a certain point, I reached the point where her back expanded and curved into her buttocks.

They were nothing like the enticing, round forms of the Cute Mistress, still touching a woman's ass drove me crazy in lust.

"Stop immediately little boy! That's enough! Back to your stool!"

I returned to it sheepishly, my cock suspended in front of me and I faced her angry expression.

"What were you thinking before?"

"Just...just..."

"Just what, naughty boy?"

"Just hoping to caress your beautiful ass, Miss Tina!"

"Horny kid!" she laughed, pleased by the effect that her body had on me.

For a while she ignored me, playing with the phone, again taking some pictures of me, displaying shamelessly his cock in front of her, then slipped back in the warm water.

Finally, she started to talk to me again.

"Are you enjoying the butt plug in your ass?" she asked giggling.

"Of course not! " I replied indignantly.

"You can stroke your cock while you answer me, horny boy!"

"Thank you, Miss Tina!" I spurted, and I grabbed it at once.

"But you don't complain about it..." she continued, still curious to know more about the plug.

"It won't help to complain... it will make you angry!"

"That's true..." she agreed, smiling.

"It's there from the morning, isn't it?"

"Yes, Miss Tina..."

"Your ass must be full of shit by now..." she commented, with her eyes firmly on mine, barely concealing a laugh.

"You must feel the pressure of the shit on the plug..."

She looked at me, amused, waiting for an answer.

"It is..."

"Does that excite you, horny boy?"

"It doesn't Miss Tina!" I denied vehemently.

"Yet your cock seems harder...your breath is shorter...it seems that talking of your shit-filled ass excites you..."

"I am stroking the cock, that's why is harder..."

"So you hate the butt plug..."

"I hate it, Miss!"

"Do you prefer to cum, or to take off the plug?" she asked me, innocently.

Well, of course I could keep the butt plug in, as long she allowed me to cum.

"I think I prefer to cum, Miss Tina..."

"Then you don't hate the butt plug so much, isn't it?"

"I guess so..."

"Then tell me how much you love it...how much you love to have a butt plug deep in your ass..."

She stared at me, waiting for my next words.

I was so close to cumming, I would say anything.

"I love the butt plug, Miss Tina! I love how it seals my filthy asshole, keep the shit inside me! I am happy to have it from the morning, I hope I can keep it longer!"

"I appreciate your honesty! I read in books before that little boys treasure their shit, and I can see it's true..."

As long as she let me continue to stroke me, I really didn't mind her ironic, demeaning comments.

"You have a lot of flesh covering the tip of your cock...it's nice to see how it opens and closes when you shake it..."

"Thank you, Miss Tina!" To please her, I started to masturbate in such a way that the movement of the foreskin covering and uncovering the glans became more obvious.

"Cute boy! You want so badly to make me happy, isn't it?"

"Yes Miss Tina!"

"Good...now unshield completely the red head...yes, keep it that way...I love the color...it's a pity when it's covered by all that wrinkled skin... I heard there are boys to whom it is cut...the knob is always visible...won't it be better? I think there's a razor in the bag..." she continued to look at me, while my hand almost froze, and for a moment the cock felt limp in my palm. Was this Chinese girl really thinking to cut off my foreskin?

She laughed.

"Don't worry silly boy! You are not mine...and I promised Yuzu to return you intact, as I received you..."

Immediately the relieved cock became hard again, my hand return to caress it, and the journey to my cumming continued.

"But continue to leave the red head unsheathed ...It seems it's covered by a liquid film...did you cum already?"

"No Miss Tina!"

"Are you close to it?"

"Yes, very close!"

"Better stop touching that cock then!"

It was my time to stare: my eyes were full of tears -I was nearly there.

"Stop now, if you don't want I put the cock back in the cage!!"

"Yes Miss Tina!" reluctantly I dropped my hand.

"Do you badly want to cum?"

"Yes Miss Tina!"

"But you didn't ask for permission..."

"Please let me cum Miss Tina!"

"Do you deserve it, horny boy?"

"I don't, but you are so kind, Miss! Please!"

She looked at me, unsure.

"Please, Miss! Please!"

"Shut up, annoying boy! Are you so desperate to cum?"

"I am, Miss Tina!"

"Do you need it?"

"I do! A little boy has to expel his white cream when the balls are full!"

"If it is so, your cock should stay hard, without you touching it, isn't it?"

"It does, it's like a piece of wood!"

"Ok...if it stays hard, without you touching it, later I'll give you permission to cum...now put your hands behind your neck!"

"Thank you, Miss Tina!"

I wanted to beg her to let me cum immediately, without waiting for a later moment; but I was just a little boy, owned by the Cute Mistress, and she had given me to her friend Miss Tina not only to please her but also to train me during her stay in Tokyo.

Even if she was a plain-looking girl, whom I haven't met before, I had to assume she knew better what was good for me, and I had no choice but to obey.

The task seemed easy enough: wasn't I horny from the morning, teased and stimulated, brought to the edge, and left unsatisfied?

I just had to let my desire flow freely.

Miss Tina relaxed in the hot bathtub, looking at me from time to time; she seemed bored and unconcerned, yet I knew she was checking on me. When she turned to me, her eyes only went to my cock, evaluating if it was hard enough, or if it was becoming soft.

Under that threat, keeping it hard was proving more difficult than I expected.

I wished I could touch it, at least a little.

I started thinking of Miss Tina's naked body, of her breasts that occasionally emerged from the water; but I felt that it wasn't enough. Then I started to think of the Cute Mistress, I imagined that it was her in the bathroom with me.

I had noticed that so far Miss Tina had avoided touching my cock; I knew that the Cute Mistress, instead, would have held it in her soft hand, and would have played with it, would have teased with her nail the red head and squeezed it to enlarge the peehole, making fun of that little mouth.

At these thoughts, the cock reacted with passion, sticking out hard, like steel.

Even if she was simulating indifference, Miss Tina realized that something had come to my mind that fueled my desire.

"Are you still thinking of my ass, horny boy? I told you you'll never fuck it..."

"No, I am not thinking of that..."

"Or are you thinking to fuck my sweet pussy? That's off-limits too..."

"I am not, Miss Tina..."

"So, what is making your cock so hard and resilient?" she inquired, annoyed.

I lowered my eyes, shy to make my confession.

"I am thinking of the Cute Mistress' lovely body, Miss Tina..."

"Slutty boy!" angered by my answer she slapped me violently and then turned her sulking face to the other side.

Careful not to lose my chance, even while I lost my equilibrium on the fragile plastic stool, I kept my position, and the cock too, remained defiant, strong in the sweet memory of the Cute Mistress.

For a long while Miss Tina seemed to ignore me; a naked girl was relaxing in a warm bath, and a naked man, sitting on a stool, his legs wide open, his hands tied behind his neck, was showing a penis standing erect.

Finally she turned to me again.

"I see your cock is still hard...you really want to cum..."

"Yes Miss Tina!"

"And this because you are thinking of Yuzu's pussy and ass..."

I found her words a little crude, but surely it was the thought of my Mistress' lovely body that made me full of desire.

"Yes Miss Tina, I am on fire thinking of my Cute Mistress!"

"She is lucky to have such a devotion - she sighed - even if you are a silly little boy.."

"I am lucky to have been chosen by her!" My cock reacted to these words, if possible, by getting even harder.

"You will have your little boy too...someday..." I offered.

"Maybe Yuzu will sell you to me" she laughed.

"It's for her to decide..." I answered, but the thought of being parted by the Cute Mistress was unbearable.

Now Miss Tina looked at her phone and touched a couple of keys. Then she looked at me mischievously.

Then she distended her hand so that her palm was just below the cock.

"You have thirty seconds to cum, little boy...when the alarm will ring, you'll have to stop...go!"

Could I make it in thirty seconds? I started shaking my cock up and down furiously, knowing that this was going to be my only chance.

I wished I could be doing slowly, lovingly I would say, treasuring the mounting feeling of release, but Miss Tina's time limit had transformed it no more than the physiological emptying of my seed-filled balls.

"Don't forget to let the red head exposed! I want to see the white cream come out from the hole! If you can manage to ...- she laughed- ...the time is running!"

"Look at me! I want to see your pathetic orgasm in your eyes!"

Her words were distracting, the time was passing, it was like I could hear a clock ticking.

I had the bizarre sensation of feeling the stream of cum flowing through my body, like the stream of a river, breaking through, but it was too slow...I was afraid that the alarm would ring without me having been able to reach the climax.

"Few second left!" laughed Miss Tina.

Finally, I felt the river reaching the tip, some drops of cum erupted and fell on her distended hand.

Immediately after the alarm rung, but having found a way to the surface, more came out, in larger, thick lumps.

"The alarm rung! Move the hand away naughty boy!"

"Yes Miss..." I replied immediately, and my hand abandoned the grasp of the shaft.

Of course, I wanted to caress it more, to savor slowly the sweet moment in which the cum was flowing out, but I didn't have such permission.

Like an unbridled horse, the cock had a sudden movement, and some cum drops escaped the hand and fell on the floor.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Thank you Miss Tina for letting me cum!"

"Is that enough?"

"Thank you Miss Tina for letting this horny little boy cum!"

"That's better! Now lick my hand clean of your filthy cum!"

Obediently I got off the stool, kneeled in front of the bathtub and I started licking the cum-coated hand of the Chinese girl.

"How's drinking your own spunk?"

"It's delicious Miss Tina!"

"Are you proud of it, silly boy?"

I didn't know what to say.

The Cute Mistress liked to call me affectionately her cum cow. I remember fondly how she liked to milk fresh cum in the morning for her breakfast tea, and how she liked to hold the soft, exhausted cock in her hand, like a little bird, while sipping it.

By drinking it myself, I felt I was stealing something, and do cows drink their own milk?

"Now lick the floor! Stick your sealed ass high up!"

"Yes Miss Tina!"

I licked the floor with the care, gulping the cum drops that had landed there.

"Now go and get the cage! Time to lock it up again!"

On my fours, I exited the room. I had cummed, but all the excitement that had built in me had vanished in a pleasureless climax.

I got the cage with its lock and went back.

"Why are you down, little boy?"

"Aren't you happy you cummed?"

"Yes Miss Tina!"

"Are you upset the cock is back in its cage?"

"It's a naughty cock, Miss! It deserves to be caged! Thank you for letting it cum!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Put the cage back and lock it!"

The cock hadn't completely deflated yet, so it wasn't that easy to slip the tight cage on it.

"Come on boy! Do I need to use the whip to get that naughty cock back to its place?"

"No Miss Tina!"

Under the threat of the whip, I squeezed harder, and the cock got into the cage, even if it was pressing against the frame, and wrinkled at the edges.

then I detached the shackle to which the leash was attached to the cock ring, slipped the cage through the ring hole, and finally, I closed the lock securing the two together.

The cock was now locked, and only the key in Miss Tina's bag could free it.

"You were a lucky little boy to have your cock free for so long!"

"Yes Miss Tina!"

"You were allowed to cum too!"

"Thank you, Miss Tina!"

"But you were very slow to put back the cage...maybe Yuzu didn't train so well!"

"It's not true! She is a great trainer! It's my fault if I wasn't so fast!"

"Then I guess I have to punish you...your sorry balls will have to know the cane again!"

How many cocks Miss Tina had seen before trapped in a cage? None, I guessed.

She wanted an excuse to cane my balls again - maybe she had liked my tears, the red marks in the sack, the sound of the cane impacting it...of course I could not object.

"Thank you for correcting me, Miss Tina! It will be a lesson to be faster next time!"