For Angela's Amusement

 

(CFNM) was all that was written on the card in the envelope, She had left it on the table for him. She knew that he would know what it meant. Which indeed Mario does know what is expected of him. He said not a word and went straight to the shower. It has been a hot day and he had worked up a sweat on the construction site. First to be shed was his sweat drenched t-shirt, this revealing his ripped muscle and tan skin, which comes from spending a good part of the day topless because of the heat. Next to go was his belt, he pulled it from the waistband, coiled and placed it on the countertop. "You never know," he thought to himself, "Mistress may want to use it on me later." The button popped next on his jeans followed by the distinctive noise of a zipper opening.

Mario wiggled his tight little butt as he pushed down on the waistband forcing the garment down his legs to bundle at his feet. A couple of quick steps later and Mario freed himself from his jeans. Since Mistress Angela does permit him to wear underwear, all that remains is his socks. He quickly bent over and pulled them from his feet, rolled them into a ball and tossed them into the hamper from across the room. "Yes! Two points," he proclaims happily to himself while rewarding himself with a fist pump at his side.

For the most part Mario is naked and ready to take his shower, if only he had the key to the padlock that keeps the shiny chastity cage secured to his penis, he’d remove that too, if he could. For a moment he cups his balls in his hand and wonders how long has it been since he last had an erection. Has it been six, or has it been nine month now? His last orgasm is but a fond distant memory now. Mistress Angela has told him several times that she knows just how badly he wants to feel relief, but it's that lack or relief that tortures Mario so much, that's why she keeps teasing and denying him.

The momentary reflection passes and Mario releases his balls. Having turned on the water, he adjusts the temperature just right and steps in. Mistress permits him five minutes of hot water to wash himself, before he is forced to turn off the hot water and endure two minutes of icy cold water cascading over him. She does this to keep him in place, and also to remind him that the cost of luxury comes with some pain.

For five minutes he stands under the relaxing hot water. Soap suds playful racing down his chest and over the secure chastity cage, tickling the imprisoned beast capture in it. But at the five minute mark today, he doesn't turn off the hot water. He figures since he's alone what she doesn't know can't hurt him. So he enjoys five more relaxing minutes before exiting the shower.

He dries himself quickly, ties the towel around his waist, and combs his hair, before heading to the bedroom to continue getting ready for his mistress. Upon entering the room he goes to a drawer and opens it. He removes four leather cuffs, five small brass padlocks and his collar, he sets everything on the dresser top. First he fastened one cuff around one wrist, cinching the buckle and snapping one of the padlocks onto it. He follows by doing the same to the other wrist, and both ankles too. The collar came next. He hated having to remove it for work. But his co-workers would tease the crap out of him, and wearing it to work would be too dangerous for an injury on a job site. So every evening he enjoys this moment when he gets to put back on this symbol of devotion to his Mistress/wife. Reflecting back to their wedding day when they joined with rings and a marriage certificate. But that night as they drank champagne and started their honeymoon. He signed his contract and locked on the collar for the first time. The (click) of the lock to the collar securing in place brings him back to the once more.

"Ok! What time is it," he says out loud to himself as he looks at the alarm clock, "Oh hell yay, I have lots of time," he says out loud again. Feeling clever he sits on the bed, swings his leg up and lays his head with his hands behind it on the pillow.  Then once again speaking out loud to himself, he says, "I'll just rest for a couple of minutes. She will never know the difference." But it wasn’t just a few minutes, he had turned the TV on to watch baseball, but he dozed off to sleep.

Suddenly he's startled awake by a noise outside. He jumps to his feet blurting out, "oh shit, she home," as he looks out the window. Which brings a sigh of relief, it's just the neighbor. But the reprieve is short lived as he notices the clock again. "90 minutes!" he exclaims as he realizes he had slept that long. Then he said the one word that he is implicitly forbidden to speak. From his lips came, "truck she'll be home soon (just replace tr in truck with the letter f and you have the word that this author is not allowed to say too). Mario rips the towel from his waist, tossing it on the bed. Followed by racing his naked rear-end to the kitchen.

"Hello, Wong's? Yes I would like to order the meal for six, and one number 23... Can that be here for seven?... Great!... Yup, just put on the account like usual. Oh one more thing, can Charlene deliver it please... Yes that is all... Ok, bye." Mario says into his phone to order supper. He turns and takes a bottle of wine from the fridge and pours a glass before returning the bottle to hence it came. Continuing with his preparations, he pulls a tray from the cupboard. with tray in hand, he grabs the glass of wine, and heads to the desk in the living room. Here he fetches a tablet, a blindfold, two padlocks and a ball gag from a desk drawer. He places everything on the tray, and crosses the room to Mistress Angela's favorite recliner. Here he places all the content from the tray on the side table next to the chair.

Now Mario begins his final preparations before his Mistress gets home. First he takes the tray which isn’t your run of the mill tray. It's stainless steel, with one chain design to go to the collar around the wearer's neck. When worn the tray rests just above the navel. So for added support the tray is designed with two more chains attached to clover clamps, which is connected to the wearer’s nipples.  Mario put the one chain easily to his collar, but he hesitated for a good minute before attaching the first clamp to his nipple. "Ooouch!" he protested as the sinister device grabs hold. he pauses to take a deep breath before letting the second clamp bite down, which incidentally produced the same protest. 

Next he kneels in his spot adjacent to Mistress Angela's chair, he shuffles back and forth until he's comfortable. Once this is achieved he takes one padlock and fasten his two ankle cuffs together behind him. This is quickly followed by opening his mouth wide and taking the ball gag from the table and firmly pressing it deep into his mouth, before grabbing the straps and pulling them tight and buckling the gag behind his head. It didn't take long before Mario started feeling the saliva in his mouth dam up behind the gag. Which is just grand because for some reason his drool cascading over his chin is amusing to his Mistress.

With the gag firmly in place Mario proceeds to do what he's going to detest most. First he takes the glass of wine and carefully sets it on the tray hanging from his already aching nipples. The new added weight producing another low grumble from the back of his throat. The very thought of placing the tablet on the tray makes him shudder. But he picks it up and gingerly places it next to the glass of wine. But no matter how softly he puts the device down the result is the same. The two menacing clover clamps bite his nip even harder as they adjust to the new pressure pushing down on the tray, which incidentally pulls a long, "HMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" from him in a renewed protest.

"Ok, only two more things left to go," Mario says to himself as he grabs the final lock and blindfold from the table, while trying not to disturb the tray too much. He slips the lock through one of the d-ring on the wrist cuffs, before slipping the blindfold over his head and letting it rest on his forehead just above his eyebrows. Mario looks at the wall clock and judges he has about five minutes before Mistress returns. So instead of completing his preparation, he takes a deep breath in a bid to slow his racing hear, he also lazily sits his butt down on his legs, and he even used his hands several times to lift the dangling tray to give his nipples a slight reprieve from the agonizing pain caused by the vicious nipple clamps.

Mario sat there relaxing for a full ten minutes, instead of the five minutes he estimated before hearing Mistress's car door closing shut. He scurries to kneel upright in proper form as he should be, before pulling the blindfold down over his eyes, and also snapping the padlock close through the ring on the second cuff, resulting in his hands being tied behind his back. As Mario knelt there rigidly in the darkness waiting for Mistress Angela to enter, he would swear his blindness caused the nipple clamps to bite even harder.

"Hello Hun, I'm home" Mistress Angela calls out before entering the living room. "Why aren't you the most adorable looking thing," she says upon seeing him waiting for her. A big smile beams across her face seeing her man naked, bound and gagged and in pain, while obediently waiting for her. She sits in the chair next to her boy toy and says thank you as she takes the glasses of wine from the tray. The reduction in weight on the tray is a welcome relief for Mario, but it did not last long as Mistress Angela drops her wallet and keys onto it. "Augh!" Mario winches in a stifled, and renewed agony.

"So, pet, how was your day," she inquires? Mario shrugs his shoulder and inaudibly tries to say ok, I guess through his gag. "That's wonderful," Angela replies as she takes a sip of wine. "I had a great day too, love," she acknowledges just before becoming mischievous by starting teasing her boy toy, by kneading his balls with the toe of her shoe.

“Awww!” Mario moans to the sudden interest in his man bits, but the attention was equally unwelcomed. As Mistress Angela pointed toe shoe did its menacing dance, Mario could feel his pecker stiffening within the confines of its cage. “No, no, no!” He says to himself as he tries in vain to think of something unattractive to prevent his male member from swelling. “Trump in a thong lathering is body with oil, Trump in a thong lathering is body with oil, Trump in a thong lather is body with oil,” he silently repeats to himself. But the mantra did little to change the outcome. Mistress Angela's playfulness with his scrotum is causing his cock to rise to the occasion. Only to be viciously assaulted by all the sharp spike lining the interior of his cage. All Mario can do is protest with a long pitiful groan, “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” 

Mistress Angela couldn’t help but smile at her pet’s predicament. She takes a long sip off her drink before returning it to the tray and grabbing the tablet, “Ok, let’s see if you were behaving while I was out,” Angela informs Mario as she logs into her table and finds the desired app. “Hmmm!” Mario responds through his gag, but is confused by what she meant. 

“What, didn’t I tell you pet. I thought I had,” she replies to him, “I had a company come in a couple days ago to install cameras throughout the house, so I can keep an eye on you. I don’t need you getting into mischief while I’m out. I still have to set up my phone so I can check in while I am away, But I am still able to check the recorded material on my tablet. Let's see what you have been up to, shall we,” Angela says, answering his gaged inquiry. Although Angela couldn’t see it because of his blindfold, but his eyes bolted wide open at the revelation of the cameras recording him. He knew she would find out about all of his infractions from this afternoon. The only thing he could do is moan through his gag. “Nooooooooooo!” 

“There we go. I got it now, is there anything I should know before starting?” Angela asks. Mario just let his head hang low knowing that he’s in deep doggie do, do. Angela stops playing with his balls and hits play to watch the video. For a while the room seemed to stand still, the only noise that Mario hears is the pounding of his own heart. The silence is soon broken by Angela exclaiming, “oh no, you didn’t,” followed a short time later with, “oh my,” and, “ you’re shitin me, you know better.” Silence returned and lingered for some time before Angela spoke again with a scolding voice, “needless to say you know how I am feeling right now, pet,” she starts with. Then she returns the tablet to the tray hanging from his chest. The renewed weight causes discomfort to his nipples again. But that feeling was child play compared to when she leaned her weight onto the tray, which produced a long agonizing moan to escape Mario's throat.

“Somebody's been a very bad boy this afternoon, haven’t they, pet?” Angela says in a reprimanding tone. Mario hung his head low. He knew he took his free time for granted, and he got busted. All that remains is the punishment Mistress Angela will administer on him. But as fate would have it, at the moment Mario was spared an instant punishment by the ding , dong chiming from the front door.

“Lucky for you I’m starving,” Angela comments, “the girls and I will figure out what to do with you when Stephanie and her friends arrive. Which should be any time now.” Angela says standing up and lifting the items off the tray and set them back on the side table. “You can make Charlene’s day by answering the door and getting our food, while I freshen up.” Angela directs as she stands to help her bound pet get to his feet, She then removes the blindfold and slaps Mario’s ass, “hurry now, go answer the door.”

The slap he received startled him enough to do a bunny hop and a yelp, causing Mistress Angela to laugh as she heads off. Mario proceeds to shuffle his bound feet back and forth to make his way to the door. The tray which is still hanging from his chest bounced, jiggles and torments his nipple with every step. But the effort pays off as he gets to the door. But opening the door on the other hand still requires some effort. 

Mario turns his back to the door and shuffles backward and wraps his hands onto the doorknob. With his bound hands he struggled to turn the knob, but his persistence is rewarded with the click of the latch releasing. Then with the doorknob in his hand he looks like a Keystone character as he hobbles forward to open the door, and also turning to meet his guest.

Charlene loves delivering here, she especially liked when Mario answers the door bound an naked and gagged. She also takes great pleasure in causing discomfort to Mario, as she piles the packages of food on the tray hanging from his nipples. “Well don’t you look hot tonight,” she praises him as she continues piling items on the tray. “Angela must be having quite a party, I have more stuff in the car,” she pauses to look at Mario’s contorted face and tormented nipples and says, “maybe you better go unload while I grab some more packages,” before scurrying off to her car.

Mario turns to begin the long torturous walk to the other end of the house where the dining room is. When free it only takes a moment to get there, but having Mistress’s food hanging from your nipples and your feet hobbled, the distance is quite daunting. But with each painstaking, perspiration making, step he gets closer to the doorway.

“Oh there you are,” Angela says as he enters the room to notice that four more ladies were there with her, and all eyes are affixed on him. “And you have the food too, great because we’re hungry.” As the last word comes out of Angela’s mouth, Charlene enters the room with several more packages of food.

“Oh, hi Charlene,” Mistress Angela greets her warmly. “I am so happy you can make it, and that Mr. Wong agreed to let you stay to cater tonight.” Smiling Charlene replies, “Thank you, Ma’am. I’m delighted that you asked for me.” Responding Angela starts, “ good gosh, girl don’t be calling me Ma’am, you’re one of the girls here. Only our submissive little boy here has to call me and all of my girlfriends here, Ma’am. That includes you too, Charlene.”

“As for my pet, he’s here to serve us all tonight,” Angela announces to every one while pointing at Mario. “He's going to start the evening by helping Charlene severe us our plates of food and drinks on his cute little tray. Then afterwards there’s something special for him,” Angela pauses for a moment for dramatic effect before continuing, “ I am going to share something with you. My pet here has been a very bad boy before I got home. So, I thought it would be fun to ask all of you to plan three punishments for him while we eat. Then after supper as we’re enjoying our desserts, we’ll administer all of the punishment to him. How does that sound?”

Mistress Angela’s announcement is greeted with applauses whistling, and cat calls, all of which are directed at Mario. To Mario the news is less welcoming. He takes a quick head count, does some simple math and swallows hard at the revelation that 15 punishments await him. “Hey  Charlene that goes for you too. That’s three punishments you get to plan and give him, got it?” Angela asks. Charlene nods her yes and gives a big thumbs up.” 

“Fantastic!” Angela says followed by, “Let eat.” Mario just stands there in tormented bliss and says to himself, “make that eighteen.” 

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