It was time to leave the room.
Nakaya-san arranged a few things around, flushed the toilet, verified that no stains were left on the chair or on the floor, making sure that it was ready for the next guests, and then we left: of course I walked on my fours, naked, led by the cleaning lady by the leash.
The two hotel attendants were in good humor, and she joined in their jokes.
We were almost at Miss Tina's door when what I had dreaded finally happened.
A couple of tourists, probably Americans, stepped into the corridor and looked at us in shock.
"What is it?" shouted a blonde girl, pointing at me.
"This is unbelievable!" added her boyfriend.
"These things happen only in Japan!"
"This is a people of perverts!"
At this point, my keepers started to get annoyed.
"As you can see, this little boy, the only one who could qualify as a pervert, is not Japanese. He is not even Asian: he is a Westerner, just like you!"
"Well, that's true..." admitted the girl.
"And it's not his fault if he is a horny little boy!" concluded Noemi-san.
"Then we don't own him, his owner is Chinese, and her friend, to whom she borrowed him, is Chinese too!" added Ayako-san.
"Still he has the sweetest tongue..." she added, with a dreamlike voice.
"So we have been so lucky to meet this white little boy owned by a Chinese Mistress, being led naked on a leash in a Tokyo hotel corridor..one in a million chance!" concluded the American girl, laughing.
"Let's go, Janet!" said the boy, made a little uncomfortable by the situation.
"Why, Mark? Do you imagine yourself in his position? - saying so, she noted the metal shining between my legs - hey, what does he have there?"
"Ochinchin!"(*1) ordered Nakayasan, and I, unable to resist an order, squatted, my thighs open, the hands closed in a fist at the side of my shoulders. If she asked me, I thought, I was going to bark too, as humiliating as this could be.
"Why! So well trained! And his cock is encased in a steel cage! Surely you can tame a horny boy with that!" exclaimed Janet, kicking softly the dangling cage.
"What are you doing?" asked Mark, alarmed.
"Hey! I am not fucking him - she said to him - and maybe I could make use of a cage for you...but you'll need a smaller size..." she completed her thought laughing.
"Stop it and let's go!" insisted the exasperated man.
"Where is this Chinese girl, I might want to talk to her..."
"She is Miss Tina, in Room 2901... she will surely be happy to have a chat.." confirmed Ayako-san.
"Bye, ladies! Bye, little boy!" greeted us the blonde leaving for her room, her boyfriend following her, rather confused.
"Let's go now!" confirmed Nakaya-san " you can leave the chinchin position, obedient boy!"
I dropped to the floor and restart my walk, pulled by the cleaner I reached Miss Tina's room.
I felt I had made one step forward in my training as an owned pet, but I couldn't say how many more I had to take down the road of submission and humiliation. The thought that the Cute Mistress could be surprised and proud of my achievements made me willing to continue, even if it meant to be used and the object of fun by any person who might care of doing so.
Finally, we were back in Miss Tina's room.
She was wearing a long T-shirt, and was probably braless: I could see the tiny swelling of the nipples filling the fabric.
"I bet the little boy was full of shit..." she stated smiling, without losing time in greetings, caressing my chin with a long thin cane, which was in her hand.
"Were you full of shit, little boy?"
"I was, Miss Tina! These nice ladies took care of me!" I replied as I knew she expected me to answer, as ashamed as I was.
"Is it so? Did you thank them?"
"Yes, Miss Tina!"
"I can smell fresh pussy juice on your face...did you make them cum? Wait...I want to hear from them!"
"She made me cum, Miss!" stated Noemi-san.
"Me too!" confirmed Ayako-san.
"Good boy!" approved Miss Tina, but this didn't spare my ass a strong, affectionate blow from the cane.
"Turn and show the asshole to me! Spread the butt cheeks with your hands, as much as you can!"
"Yes, Miss Tina!"
"You can stretch more!" insisted the Chinese girl, whipping me once more.
"Yes, Miss Tina!"
In tears, I stretched my buttocks so strongly that I felt I could rip them.
"That's good! It seems it's clean! It seems slightly wet though...did you touch the asshole of this anal slut? " she asked Nakaya-san.
Clearly, the Cute Mistress had given Miss Tina a full report on how she had trained me.
"Yes, ojousan(2)! It was my choice, as I wasn't keen to be licked by the little boy!" confirmed Nakaya-san at once.
"Well...I bet he moved like the whore he is, trying to suck your finger in as deep as he could!"
"Hahaha!" laughed the four women.
"If he wasn't busy licking Noemi-chan, he would surely beg me to fuck him deeper!" commented Nakaya-san, humorously.
"Well, thank you for your help! I hope the little boy was not too much of a nuisance! "
"Not at all...he is a little naughty, as little boys are, but after all he was quite obedient ...not shy at all to have three unknown women to probe deeply his body..." confirmed kindly the cleaner."...and his tongue is truly well trained!" added Ayako-san, clearly impressed by my skills.
"Go to the corner now! Keep the buttocks stretched! The asshole must make a perfect circle! " laughed Miss Tina hitting my ass once more, and I moved on my knees, my hands keeping the ass open, to face a corner, my face cheek on the floor, the spreads ass cheeks up in the air.
"Please call if you need us! We will be happy to help!" Noemichan offered. "Yes, anytime!" added Ayachan.
"No doubts girls, I'll call you in case!" replied Miss Tina smiling.
I was now alone with Miss Tina.
I didn't know what to expect and, for a long time, nothing happened.
I stayed in my corner, bent, my naked ass exposed.
She seemed to be reading a book, lying in bed, sometimes playing with the phone, probably taking pictures of me.
Occasionally she hit me with the cane, when, in a momentary lapse of concentration, I let the grasp of my buttocks down, and probably the asshole wasn't making the perfect "o" she was aiming for.
Another time she wanted me to spread my thighs more.
"From here I can't see your balls!"
I did as asked, and she thanked me by hitting them.
"I can't hear you!" she shouted.
"Thank you for teaching me a lesson, Miss Tina! You should always be able to look at my balls!" I shouted, clenching my teeth, in pain.
"I am going to dinner now! You stay there and don't move!"
She put on a skirt and left the room.
Should I really stay in that position, when nobody was in the room?
Did she have any way to control?
I started feeling my thighs shaking by tiredness, yet I didn't dare to challenge her order.
Maybe forty minutes later I heard the door opening.
She announced herself with a couple of blows of the cane.
"Keep that ass high and open, sloppy boy!"
Two more blows followed.
"I can't see the balls! "
Again two blows came.
"I can't leave you alone for a moment! Come here now and have your food!"
She had put on the floor what probably were the leftovers of her meal: soggy noodles mixed with white rice, half-munched chicken bones, raw cabbage floating in soy sauce.
It was from the morning that I hadn't eaten, but still that mess didn't look appetizing.
"What is it, silly boy? Do you prefer to eat it tomorrow for breakfast?"
I looked at her hoping she could have mercy on me.
"Why are you looking at me? Aren't you hungry?"
The cane in her hand looked menacing and I thought how kinder was my Mistress. She always took me to nice restaurants, and I could eat scraps of tasty food, while her feet played with my cock and made me cum in my trousers.