Holiday Gathering Part 3 (Chastity, Tease and Denial, Boot/High Heel Fetish, Trampling, Female Domination, CFNM)

I gathered myself as best as possible and took my tray of empty glasses into the kitchen area. I made a fresh lot of cocktails and loaded them onto the tray.

Elena’s Aunt Marie walked in and said, “We’re doing presents come into the living room”.

I picked up the loaded up tray and headed to the living room.

There was a small sitting room just off the living room. The living room was basically full so I took a seat in the middle of a smallish couch in there where I could still see the activities. I wasn’t really a part of the gift exchange anyway. I set the tray on a nearby end-table and watched the festivities.

Once done I saw the four beauties, who had been sitting together, stand in unison. Tegan hugged the other three and made her way around the room, obviously leaving.

Elena motioned toward me (and the full drink tray I had prepared) and her and Kimberly walked over while Mischa disappeared into the kitchen.

The two girls each took a fresh cocktail and chose seats.

Elena sat on the couch to my left. Kim sat in an armchair across from me but to the left. She slid the chair over up close to us.

The girls were basically talking about the gift exchange and who got what etc.

Elena, of course, was effortlessly torturing me.

She had her legs crossed toward me so I had a great view of her black leather boot. Her hand was resting on my upper thigh, my crotch at her fingertips.

My penis immediately got hard and again began spasming and leaking and quivering.

Elena kept absent-mindedly running her fingers up and down the bulging tent in my pants, in clear sightnof her cousin (they were getting pretty drunk now).

I was honestly completely overwhelmed between what had happened earlier and from what I was currently experiencing. I felt dizzy. My body numb except for my penis and testes which felt like they had electricity running through them.

Just when I felt it couldn’t get more ridiculously torturous Mischa walked in pulled an ottoman over to where we were. She put it so close that it was pinning my right knee outward so that my legs were helplessly spread-eagle. She then grabbed a drink, sat down on the piece of furniture that was basically between my legs and crossed her right leg over the other so that the toe of her boot was touching the now insanely sensitive frenulum.

The girls’ conversation didn’t skip a beat. They didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge my predicament at all. Elena kept casually rubbing my upper thigh and sometimes touching my penis while her sister in-law’s boot kept touching and prodding my tortured cock.

At one point Mischa moved her foot forward and pinned my erect and drooling dick with the the base beneath the sole of her boot, as if it wasn’t part of a human being, while Elena’s fingernail was clawing at the leaking tip.

Oh and Kimberly was stepping all over the bare toes of my left foot with her sexy red stilettos while resting her cold glass on my thigh.

The button that was holding the wet crotch of my pants was barely holding. From the right my penis was totally exposed.

My eyes rolled back in my head. My throat felt constricted. My legs and lower abdomen were pins and needles. I closed my eyes to try and take away at least part of the stimulation. An involuntary moan embarrassingly escaped from my throat.

This finally got their attention, at least a bit.

Kimberly looked at me, giggled and said, “Oh be quiet Leaky Boy, you make a great addition to the furniture.” “You’re an armrest, footrest and drinkholder.”

They were really drunk and had lost their inhibitions and all sense of conduct.

Elena crumbled her large holiday napkin ,stuffed it into my mouth and said, “That should keep him quiet!”

They all laughed and took big sips of their drinks in unison.

I looked over at my wife and begged through the napkin in a muffled voice, “Elena please.” My body helpless like a rag doll on the couch.

There was zero compassion in any of thier eyes. They were really enjoying my suffering.

Elena said to the girls, "Over a month's worth of cum is in there" and poked my swollen sacs with her finger.

She continued,"But no matter what we do to him, he won't cum unless I tell him he can."

"I don't know, he actually looks like he's in a lot of pain from our teasing" Mischa said and rubbed her boot sole a little rougher on my tortured penis.

"Don't believe me? Let's really see" Elena answered and pulled my barely-functioning fly wide open!

I couldn't believe what was happening. Elena started jerking my throbbing cock in full view of her sister-in-law and younger cousin (luckily everyone else had either left or went to bed). The two girls just stared at my dick like it was a video game, curious to see how much control Elena really had on me.

Elena stroked on me some more, but said,"Don't you dare cum, Slave!"

My dick felt like it would break, along with my psyche. I was in other-worldly pain. Sweat was now dripping down my forehead.

Elena abruptly stopped, held her palms up and proudly said, "See! Total control!"

The girls all laughed hardily.

I was basically hyperventilating.

"Poor little doormat. Your dicky must feel like its going to burst!" Kimberly taunted. She raised her foot, stabbed the sharp heel of her sexy red stiletto into the head of my dick and started agonizingly grinding and twisting it into the soft, unprotected flesh.

Kimberly looked right into my eyes and laughingly said, "Haha little leaky boy can never cum!" and just continued achingly grinding away on the poor thing, chuckling and smiling like a true she-devil.

Mischa said, "Elena, Iam truely amazed! I don't know how he can take this!"

Elena replied with a nod,"He's truly a doormat." and took a sip of her cocktail.

Kimberly said, "Like, what else we can do to him?"

"Whatever we want, but I am getting sleepy. I think it's about time to go home" Elena said.

They all agreed and started readying to go. They put on thier coats and gloves and scarves.

They handed me thier bags and packages and I somehow with my extremely wobbly legs managed to take them outside. I then returned to escort Elena and the other two out.

The torture continued even on the way out to the car. Elena didn't allow me to put my penis back in, nor wear shoes. My whole body barely functioned. I could barely walk.

Kimberly said, "We should make him crawl behind us!"

I was so under the spell of those vixens at the suggestion I immediately dropped down to all fours. I really couldnt stay up anyway.

The girls walked out the door and down the front walkway, with me crawling behind them. Them with thier warm coats, boots and shoes and me basically naked, my bare knees freezing on the cold pavers. My penis still felt electrified. My erection was so painful from the over-stimulation and being scratched and tormented by sharp fingernails and high heels. The girls were giggling like hyenas.

There was one part of the walkway where the pavers had sunk and salt-thawed snow had made a puddle about 2 inches deep and 2 feet wide.

As we approached it Mischa said, "Oh I forgot about that puddle! I think I'm too drunk to step across it and I don't want my boots to get wet." She smiled mischievously at Elena.

Elena nodded knowingly and said, "Doormat boy, go be our bridge. Better you get wet than our boots."

I looked up at her pleadingly but saw no mercy. I crawled into the puddle and rolled over onto my back in the freezing water. My shirt and pants instantly soaked through.

"The obedience still blows my mind!" Kimberly said. She walked up between my outstretched legs and stepped right on me with her stiletto heel crushing right into my exposed and engorged cock. She walked right up onto and over my body and toward the street like I really was just part of the walkway. She stopped just a few feet past me and turned to watch the other two.

Mischa followed, except she paused to twist the heel of her boot into my balls for a few seconds. Causing another involuntary moan from my mouth. She then stepped on me and walked up my body but stopped while standing on my chest. She looked down at me and said, "Kiss my boots and thank me for walking on you, boy." She held the sole of her right boot over my face and I, of course, planted a kiss right on the dirty sole and said "Thank you Mischa,". That was followed by the left boot being given the same treatment. She then laughed and finished walking over me and headed toward the street but stopped near Kim.

Now my beautiful wife Elena, sexy domina that she is, walked up and stood between my shaking knees. She looked down at me and said,"You've been a good boy tonight."

I said, "Thank you Mistress Elena" (more giggles from the other two).

Elena said, "It is the season of giving." And then, "Watch this girls."

Then she stepped on my impossibly pent up, tortured and aching package, her thick boot sole pressing down on the shaft and the high heel crushing into my balls. She leaned forward, her gloved hand sliding onto her thigh, pressing down on me even worse.

She lifted her chin in triumph and said, simply: "Cum".

My response was immediate and incredible, even to me. My vision failed, my brain swam, my jaw dropped open and my head tilted all the way back as my body did a huge spasm. Mischa and Kimberly's eyes and mouths were wide open in shock.

A high-pressure stream of steaming, warm fluid burst from my dick. It gushed all over my upper body and even shot up over my head and landed on the ground at the girls' feet.

I spasmed and came and moaned and gritted my teeth for nearly a minute.

Just when she thought it was done Elena lifted her boot off of me and another huge load of cum shot out, held back by the pressure of her crushing my cock.

The girls were gasping in awe and hysterically laughing.

I was nearly passed out. I couldn't feel anything. I was out-of-body.

I felt nothing with Elena roughly stomping on my package and could barely hear her saying "Is it all out of there slave? Make sure because that's the last time for about 6 months i think!"

I didn't even realize when she walked right over my body, her heels leaving tracks on my skin.

I finally came to when she yelled from the car, "Alright let's go! And put a blanket over the seat" as she waited for me to start driving.

The other two waved at me and said "Bye Bye loverboy!" as they got in thier Uber.

I covered the driver seat with a blanket and drove home, soaked, exposed, freezing and completely dehydrated. Visions of the evening dancing in my head.