Surely I followed at once Miss Tina's orders.
I couldn't deny that my cock was ruling me and that my cock would do anything to penetrate Ayako-san's succulent pussy.
I looked at her tiny anus, a soft purple funnel, contoured by some of her long, shiny black hair.
I smelled her asshole, while she blushed furiously: " Aaaah...hazukashii (*1) ... please forgive me and let me go!"
"Shut up! The little boy gets even harder by smelling your shit!"
It was true that a faint, heady scent was coming from her behind, and that, instead of being disgusted, taking that it was coming from that innocent girl, who until a few hours ago was still a virgin, and that even now had an intact hymen, made me more excited.
The contrast between that pure image and the reality that her body too was ready to be corrupted and used, was irresistible.
"Touch her boobs!"
I jumped on her from the back, like a lusty animal and I grabbed them...my hands sunk into that rich flesh, I could feel the nipples getting turgid between my fingers..my cock was dangling above her back, anticipating the pleasure of penetrating her.
Miss Tina has taken the leash in her hand now and was holding me, like a hunting dog who had smelled blood, ready to attack. Ayakosan was trembling like a rabbit, but I felt she wanted it, even more than me.
Suddenly the Chinese girl pulled the leash.
"Let go, little boy!" Used by now to obey on command I released, even if unwilling, my hands from the breasts' grasp, but I felt the cock had been launched too far, that it was impossible to stop it: it needed to taste Ayakosan's sweet pussy.
"Stop it!" shouted Miss Tina, giving a tear to the leash, and whipping repeatedly my ass.
Finally, I surrendered panting heavily, the cock swinging, the red head foaming of precum.
"Time to go back in the cage, horny cock!" ordered the Chinese girl, swinging the cane dangerously.
"You, go ahead, hotel maid!"
The hotel assistant first took the cock ring and struggled to close the two metal halves at the base of the shaft. In the trial and error process, she trapped the skin more than once, involuntarily provoking me acute pain.
"I am sorry..." she murmured, but Miss Tina couldn't wait, and whipped her ass once, with anger.
Once the ring was fixed she took hold of my cock and tried to put it back but of course, it was too hard and large to fit into the cage.
"Libidinous boy! You let him go!"
The Japanese girl abandoned the grasp and Miss Tina whipped repeatedly the penis shaft.
"Put your hands behind your neck! Spread your legs!" she hissed to me.
Saying so she started whipping the scrotum, reigniting the pain that she had provoked with the first caning.
The pain flow made the shaft deflate immediately, which slipped into the cage. Ayakosan pulled gently the wrinkled skin around the cock ring, so that it matched nicely with the cage frame, and finished by caressing sweetly the battered sack.
Inside it the cock, excited and eager to inflate, struggled hopelessly against its jail.
"You can go now! "
The plump girl collected her clothes, scattered on the floor, wore the skirt and the unbuttoned shirt, and left the room.
"Sorry for my sloppiness and thank you for your preference Miss Tina!" she said with tears in her eyes.
She looked at me once more - or I should say - she looked with longing at the caged cock.
I felt sorry for her, and I hoped that nobody would meet her half-naked in the corridor, it was going to be difficult to explain her predicament.
"Go to your corner! Spread your butt cheeks!"
I knew this routine, and soon I was facing the wall, one of my face sides adhering to the floor carpet, my cock burning in pain, my hands pulling the butt cheeks wide open, hoping that I was drawing a perfect "o".
This time I didn't have to wait long.
"Come here, little boy!" I heard Miss Tina calling.
She was sitting at a desk, in front of her mobile computer.
When I was squatting next to her, she gave me the next order.
"Come into my lap, face down, ass up!" I obeyed, and she tied my wrists in front of me with cable ties.
Soon I felt her hands roaming my butt.
"You've done a good job, little boy! The asshole gapes even without your hands! - she said laughing - But I'd like to see a little redder...this table tennis paddle will come handy!"
"It's a lovely idea! " I replied, feeling that I had no other choice but to follow her mood.
"I don't need your approval, silly boy!" saying so, she stroke for the first time.
As opposed to the canes, the paddle hit a large portion of my ass.
"Keeping the same color on both ass cheeks can be challenging!" she observed, and following action to thought, she hit the other one, and then repeated the process a few more times.
"Stop moving! It's not like you can escape!"
On her lap, my hands tied, there indeed was little I could do to avoid her blows, but the impulse to resist to the mounting pain made me shake clumsily my ass left and right.
"I didn't know you were such a good dancer," she chuckled, without stopping to hit me.
I could feel, by the growing burning area, that she was scientifically hitting all my bottom, from the top, down to the beginning of the thighs.
The previous bruises from the cane were cracking up and opening, a smell of blood starting to be felt in the room.
"I think we are done!" she said finally, and I heard her taking a couple of pictures.
