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The rythm of G and Mistress M's appointments slowed down, but he still was caged all day, with the spikes in his flesh, due to his perpetual arousal.

The next time, G received strange instructions: to be ready for a weekend outdoor; he never thought about a complete day with the Mistress, neither a holiday spent far from home. But. Backpack was ready in a blink, he arrived spot on time to Mistress M's apartment.

"Undress yourself as usual and come here."

Done.

G received a complete outfit to dress for the weekend: skinny jeans that enlight the chastity cage from far distance, a blue t-shirt with some stains on it, origin unknown, pink whool socks with drawn penises on them, and an empty bag: "Choose whatever you want to bring with you for this weekend outside; you can bring whatever you want from this room, but it must fit in that bag. If not, we won't bring it with us."

The slot machine was too big for that bag, G thought to pick that only. It didn't worked out like that. With some eyerolling, not that much appreciated from Mistress M, G took many different tools he was used to play with. Some minutes later, Mistress M stopped G and draw his pants down. She applied some electric wires to the cock cage, with something similar to a small wired consolle that fitted in that skinny jeans pockets.

Then the move out, G was very embarrased and he carried the bag in front of his hips area, to cover and hide the shape of the cock cage.

They got on a beautiful red Audi, and Mistress M inserted somewhat of a remote controller into the electric lighter plug of the car. The small consolle emitted a noisy sound, that seemed as a notification of something went good: it actually was a bluetooth pairing succeeded.

G was shocked, the cage started vibrating synchronized with the engine: the more the car was running, the higher was the vibration. Of course, Mistress M was leading to the highway...

G had no idea where they were going, but his pants were all wet, loads of precum were going out constantly. Mistress M was driving like 'Fast and furious' movies!

Then they had to stop for gasoline: "G, go out and refill the tank. Take this cash and do it quickly!"

The bag was in the trunk of the car, there was nothing to be used to hide the wetness of his pants... but G know that he couldn't do anything else. So he did, with lots of shame, in particular when the oil guy suggested him the location of the restroom "if you need it..." after looking down on his legs...

"No, thanks, it's all right" he replied very quietly. Back in the car, they returned on the road, directed in some place. When filling the tank, Mistress M remembered that the consolle has an additional feature she forgot to switch on: she could shock him at the rythm of the direction lights or the rain wipers whenever they are switched on; she switched this mode on.

When back on the road, some slow cars were in front of their car, so she switched the direction lights to overtake, and the first shock caught G by surprise; it never happened before during the trip!

Each time a direction light was switched on, a shout came from G's mouth. Mistress M took notes in her mind of the number of shocks G received, without telling him to remember this information; she thought that G should have learned to pay attention to everything nowadays...

They finally arrived in what seemed a country house, for the summer vacations. It was a 2 floor house, in an olive trees camp, with a garage underneath: G spots the garage door and tried to fantasize about what could be in it, as he knew that Mistress M could have a "play room" in it.

Of course she does.

"Take all our luggage with you and go in the garage."

Command was spoken, command was followed. G was in the garage and started noting some strange instruments he never saw before: a chair with no sitting place (only the legs and the back), a huge steel ring from the roof, a complete set of paddles, wooden and iron paddles that felt very painful.

"Undress yourself."

Once again, command was followed very fast. While doing that, G was very focused on where to put his clothes and belonging in this new place and didn't pay attention to what Mistress M was doing. She hooked a rope to the ceiling and a ass hook was ready for G.

When G spotted it, he was a bit frightened, but what could he do?

G was then hooked to the ceiling by this huge anal plug, handcuffed to the rope with the hands above the head, blindfolded and the rope was tighten up until he had to stay on his fingers. Mistress M didn't either switch off or remove the wires of the cage from the consolle, that was put nearby, ready to be used.

Then Mistress M opened the bag G prepared in the morning, and started to take everything out... "Uh, nice, you chose to take this with you..." referring to different anal plugs and some other clothepins and tools. "Where did you put the food?"

Panic.

G didn't expected to have to carry food in that bag, he never noticed any food in the room at home to be taken... Panic.

"Well, ok, it seems that someone will be hungry tomorrow night."

And Mistress M left the room, leaving G hooked up, starving, and with the consolle switched on.

A full river of thoughts passed through G's mind. What is he going to experiment this weekend? Just boring waiting in this room? Will he be able to sleep normally or he will stay strecthed like he was already from some hours?

He was blindfolded so he couldn't see, but he could hear. Suddenly, some noises arrived to G's ears: there were voices, female voices, many different female voices; but that voices seemed also not coming nearby him in the garage, voices were going up at home, at ground floor.

Television was switched on, and the same noise of the consolle popped up again. "Damn", says G. The consolle was now paired with the TV up at home, synchronized with the volume of the speech.

That day was the final day of a famous music festival, so there was going to be many many music tracks on air, 29 in total. G followed the previous days and was actually a bit sad that he couldn't see the final day and the proclamation of the winners. Volume was turned on very loud, so he could listen clearly from the floor downstairs. Problem was, the shocks of the cock cage were linked to the amount of sound out from the TV... applauses included!

First they start easy, then the night continues and the hype and the applauses increases. International guests were invited, many applauses and shouting were on air. Each time a sound was a bit over the decibel level Mistress M set up, a powerful shock was given to G's cage. And he shouted, a lot, each time.

Suddenly, the sound of an open door: 3 girls and Mistress M entered the garage and switched on the TV downstairs. G was very embarassed, he was naked, hooked up in the middle of a garage, with a cock cage, receiving shocks, moaning and shouting for the pain and meanwhile drooling and expelling precum to the floor.

"Very nice", says the usual Mistress M voice. "Very nice. Girls, let's see the final part of the Festval here, don't you mind?"

"Of course not, but tell us something more of that thing over there!", referring to G.

"No, I won't. Let him tell you what is happening! Permission to speak, G, tell them what's happening!"

G was aroused, the spikes hurting his dick were letting his voice being creepy and insecure, the story started: "I was looking for something adventurous, and I found Mistress M's website; I applied for a service and we started having meetings online; then suddenly a siren popped out and could be heard from both our homes, so she understood that we were almost neighbours... so we stopped online meetings and started live action..."

"What are you doing here, now, they asked; they don't care about your life."

"Uh... Ehm... I don't actually know."