It was when she had disappeared among the crowd of the boarding passengers that I realized that something was wrong: my cock was still caged, and I didn't have the key.
What could I do? Was I supposed to keep it like that, until I met her or the Cute Mistress again? And was her idea, or the Mistress'? Had she simply forgotten? But where could I go then to have it removed?
I felt helpless, Miss Tina or the Cute Mistress were not there to think for me.
Of course the naughty cock wanted to be freed as soon as possible, but how I could do it, and was I allowed to?
Inside the cage, the cock was growing hard, restless, pushing painfully the cage bars.
Suddenly the phone rang.
"Where are you, little boy?" It was Miss Tina; I heard with relief her stern, no-nonsense voice.
"I am still in the Departure Hall, Miss..." I didn't dare to ask straight away what to do.
"You realized that I didn't free the cock, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss..."
"Should it stay that way?"
My eyes filled with tears, I wanted to ask permission to free it, but I couldn't find any word that could sound convincing.
"You don't know?" she asked, sounding angry at my indecisiveness.
"I want it to be freed, Miss Tina!"
"Go to the men's toilet! You have two minutes to go!"
I rushed, and I arrived, breathing heavily, just seconds before the call arrived, exactly two minutes later.
She had threatened me to be used by other men...but I hoped she was just joking.
"Are you in the men's toilet?"
"I am, Miss Tina!"
"Go to a urinal, unzip your trousers and take the cage out!"
"I did it, Miss!"
"I don't believe you, take a picture and send me!"
The Japanese man next to me was already looking at me with curiosity, noticing how I was standing, looking at my phone, without peeing.
There were some other men in the room, but it wasn't so crowded that there was a queue waiting for me.
As quietly as possible I pointed the phone's camera to my cock, and I shot a picture.
The artificial shutter sound called the man's attention.
"Pervert!" he hissed.
I sent the picture to Miss Tina.
"Good boy! Don't you notice anything?" was her reply.
I looked at the cage, dangling between my legs.
"The lock is different from the previous one, it doesn't need a key, but a combination!"
Yes, Miss Tina could simply send me the code, and I could open the cage myself, and free the cock!
"Would you like to know it?" asked Miss Tina.
"Yes..."
"But if you know it, then you'll be able to open and close as you like..."
"I'll follow your instructions! Open and close when you wish!"
"But I am not there to check..."
"I'll be an obedient little boy! Send you a picture any moment you order me!"
"Silly boy! Do you think it's enough? Zip the trousers back and go to the Arrivals Hall!"
In frustration, I obeyed to Miss Tina's orders, and I reached the Arrivals Hall, one floor below.
Again a message arrived.
"Go to the arrival gate, and hand the phone to the first girl below twenty who comes alone through the doors. Of course, she must be at least eighteen! Then ask her to call me."
I read the message twice in disbelief: was I really a service to be picked up at the airport, like a local number mobile phone?
How could I recognize a girl exactly in that age frame?
Was another Chinese girl arriving, another friend of Miss Tina or of the Cute Mistress?
What I was going to endure from this new, unknown girl?
Thirty minutes passed. Some passengers passed through the doors, but only a few were women, even fewer were young, maybe a group of two or three, who didn't match the condition of being alone, and besides that, they looked no more than sixteen.
"You have thirty minutes more, little boy...then I will board the plane and you'll remain with your cock locked, at least until tomorrow..." I could hear Miss Tina's laugh reading these words.
Time passed, and I started to despair: I had to go home and go to sleep with a caged cock, wake up the next day, with a caged cock, and come back to this place, like a mongrel looking for an owner. Maybe I could try to send a message to the Cute Mistress and hope in her mercy
No more than ten minutes were missing, when a girl matching Miss Tina's requirements appeared at the gate: young, alone, pushing a large suitcase.
Maybe too young: she was wearing the sailor uniform of a high school, the rim of the blue skirt just above her knees, the white socks pulled up, the feet enclosed in black, shiny loafers.
She moved toward the exit, unaware of me, while I moved closer to her.
"Excuse me! How old are you?"
"I am nineteen! But...hey, who are you? I don't talk to strange men!"
I sighed in relief, maybe I was out of my predicament.
"I need to give you this phone!"
"Please, Miss! I know it's weird...but I am a respectable man...this is my name card..."
"But...what do you want from me? You ojisan(*1) are always thinking of that thing..."