Story: Holiday Gathering Part 1 (Boot fetish, chastity, female domination, tease and denial)

I am not a professional writer by any means so please excuse any grammatical errors or weakness. This story has some teasing/denial and more will come with its continuation. It's mostly female domination/supremacy, male submission, and boot/shoe fetish, and of course male chastity/tease and denial.

To start, a brief background: Elena is the boss in our 5 year marriage. We have a wonderful relationship but female domination is a strong part of it. I'm just a regular guy, 47 years old, twice divorced. I'm from a well-off family but still always worked hard and have provided well for my family, even with the divorces. Elena, on the other hand is exceptional. 38 years old (most people guess her to be in her twenties) extremely beautiful and amazing. Spanish and Irish decent. College graduate. Athletic but feminine, curvy body she was a soccer player in school and still continued to eat clean and exercise into adulthood. Perfect tan skin, black hair, red lips and green eyes about 5'5" with the best legs you've ever seen. Practicing law on a mostly part-time basis now, she had been extremely into her career which is likely why she had stayed single until we married. Due to my marital history I am well aware of how things are and how easily she could replace me. So keeping her happy and making sure she knows how much I appreciate her is very important to me. This story happened on the day after Christmas a couple years ago.

Since being together we have always gone to her family's gathering for dinner on the 26th of December. The 26th this year meant my 42nd day of strict chastity. To put it mildly, I was a mess. She had made me go for long stretches before, but not like this.

This particular stretch of denial and torture started with her keeping me on lockdown for a couple of weeks. During this time she gained a new affinity to have me pleasure her orally but get no release in return. She said in this condition I was just so extra eager, and so under her control, that she just loved it and didn't want to change the groove that she was enjoying.

I had worn a plastic cage device for some of that time, although not all of the time. She knows if she says no, it means no. She enjoys seeing me in my cage sometimes. But she actually preferred me not wearing one, so that she can truly feel the rush of supreme power and absolute control she has over me. She truly enjoys my desperation and having me on my knees begging with precum leaking out of my quivering member.

This particular morning consisted of her using my tongue as a toy for her complete pleasure, front back and however she wanted. I then then made her her breakfast and served it to her in bed. That afternoon I was finishing up giving our house a good scrubbing (I do most of the housework) because of the festivities of the previous week(s). Elena was upstairs to getting ready. I was wearing a worn out and torn pair of old light gray sweatpants (nothing underneath), a stained up t shirt and bare feet. Again it had been sooo many weeks since i had been granted a release. I was severely, desperately horny and pent up and my wife surely knew it. She on the other had been using me regularly to her full satisfaction (my poor tongue is as tattered as my cleaning clothes). I was down on my hands and knees dealing with a few stubborn areas on our still-wet tile floor when i heard her coming down the steps. I already had a very uncomfortable hardon as I was thinking about how good she was going to look. When she came down I was certainly not disappointed. I looked up and saw her looking down at me the way a cat looks at a wounded mouse. An alluring mixture of mischief, confidence and utter dominance glinted in her beautiful green eyes. Her Mediterranean skin and long, shiny raven hair made me swoon. My eyes nearly bugged out of my skull when i saw what she was wearing! She had on a clingy, low-cut dark grey sweater, skin-tight, shiny black leather-look leggings and classy but uber-sexy knee-high black leather boots with a chunky high heel and a slight platform with gold buckles on the ankle.

She walked over to where the tiled area started and said "Good boy, the house looks nice" (my member did an extra hard throb).

I looked up at her and said "Thank you honey. You look so beautiful. Wow".

She obviously saw the desperation in my eyes, grinned and teased me further by responding "you like?" slowly spinning around pausing for a little wiggle while i was looking up at that deliciously firm, round ass only inches from my face. I felt even lower and more submissive which I wouldn't have thought possible.

She turned back towards me and I said to her from my servile position "just be careful Beautiful the floor is damp I don't want you to slip".

She knows how strong my boot and shoe fetish is and how I am such a doormat for women in general. So she purred with a little snicker "You should lay on your back and I'll just walk all over you".

My elbows buckled and my head lowered further my whole body trembled. I could feel my poor penis leaking warm pre-cum fluid. She bent down a little and looked into my eyes and said "you would do that for me wouldn't you my good husband-slave? Be a doormat for me so my boots stay nice and dry?". She chuckled a sexy little laugh.

I couldn't take it I involuntarily lowered my head all the way down and said "Oh Honey please! Do you know what it does to me when you talk like that?".

She lifted her foot and put her boot sole right on my cheek with her heel nearly touching my lips, gave my face a little kick/shove to the side and started to walk past my prone body and said "I sure do".

I rolled onto my back, water soaking into the few clothes i had on.

Elena walked along side my body then turned and stepped in between my shaking legs raised her booted foot and brought it down right on my achingly hard, leaky dick, her platform sole on the sensitive spot just below the head and her sharp heel digging into my overly swollen balls. She leaned toward me a bit, increasing the pressure (producing another warm gush of precum), looked into my eyes and said "now finish your chores and get dressed we have to go soon". She looked down, smiled and gave my helpless dick two little torturous twists of her boot, stepped off of me and strode into the living room leaving me a lovestruck, pining, mesmerized mess on the floor.

I then noticed a smudge of mud on the throbbing, soaked tent in my pants and high heel footprints on the floor I had just scrubbed. I remembered that the last time she had worn those boots we had gone to a bar with a dirt parking lot. So I crawled along the floor she had just walked on and wiped up her tracks. I then hand vacuumed the other tracks on the carpet area and went to prepare for dinner.....