Russell's Cuckold Weekend (Part 2)

Sunday

I awake to the sound of Miss Foxx in the bathroom.  My Goddess is always an early riser.  She is staying in my house for the weekend and has been sleeping in the Master (now Mistress) bedroom. I shift uncomfortably in my single bed in the spare room, spend 10 minutes adjusting my chastity device which is cutting into my balls and squeezing tiny todge, after a night of frustrated dreaming of my Goddess, who has been so near and yet so far, all night. I quickly shower and dress. Today will be a special day - festival bitching at Wireless Festival for Miss Foxx and her sister Domme, Lady Andromeda, (The Fine Scotsman, Foxxy’s date for the weekend, will also accompany them). It was my pleasure and privilege to pay for Foxxy’s ticket as well as my own. For such a momentous occasion, I decide to wear Miss Foxx’s special Panties, which She kindly gifted me last year.

Apart from the thrill and honour I feel wearing something that has touched Her Sacred Place, these Panties are snug and keep my chastity device well supported.

As Miss Foxx lies comfortably on the sofa  I set about my first task of the day, making breakfast for Goddess  and The Fine Scotsman who is on his way from his hotel.

Just as I am ready to serve, The Fine Scotsman arrives. I take his coat and usher him to sit down in the seating area. I serve them breakfast as they chat and watch TV. Miss Foxx has kindly allowed me to eat breakfast also, which I take in the kitchen area.

After, I take their plates they chat while I clean up and retire to my room. Later Miss Foxx and her date have a power nap in my room (sorry Her room) before the afternoon festivities.  After 20 minutes, I gently knock on Her door, to wake Her as instructed.

We head out for the festival, Foxxy and her date ahead, with me following at a respectful distance. At one point Miss Foxx bends down to adjust her boots, giving Her old perverted bitch a glorious view of The Divine Bottom. I unwisely joke that I was sorely tempted to give a playful slap to The Amazing A$$ whereupon Miss Foxx turns around and lands a stinging kick to my balls. I think The Fine Scotsman is a little shocked as are some people passing on the street. But it was deserved and in future I will keep such disrespectful fantasies to myself.

We arrive at the festival, meet the fabulously funny Lady Andromeda and immediately get into the swing. My role is to fetch drinks, food and attend to any other needs of my Goddess and Her friend but The Fine Scotsman is always thoughtful and helpful and between us we see to the ladies needs. I am very impressed with Foxxy’s date, a true gent, great fun, very intelligent and handsome. The day is a blast. Yes I am here in a servant capacity but roles were mostly forgotten as we drank, ate, chatted and enjoyed the music. 

Today my Goddess has come as Commander Foxx and as ever She is breathtakingly beautiful.  She is forever being stopped, complimented and asked to pose for pictures by complete strangers. It is strange for the rest of us but Foxxy takes it in her stride as She is well used to it.

Miss Foxx and Lady Andromeda get right into it and as soon as Salt and Peppa appear they are into some old time moves in unison. It is a joy to behold for both The Fine Scotsman and me and admiring glances are coming from all directions. The highlights of the day include a great set from Outkast and Sean Paul.

As always, silly old perv makes a mistake. During Sean Paul’s set I badly need to take a toilet break. (toileting is particularly difficult for me at the festival because when I drink alcohol,  the chastity devise, squeezing  tiny todge, causes me to go frequently and of course I need to sit while peeing - Although towards the end I did my first standing pee in 3 weeks!). I leave the performance in the crowded marquee without telling anyone and afterwards I can’t fight my way back to The Foxxy Group. When Miss Foxx finds me eventually, she is beside herself with anger.

The thing you have to understand about my Goddess is that She is an untamed force of nature.  She is incredibly charismatic, She plays to her own rules. She is always laughing and fun and full of life and people are drawn to her, not just men but women too - whatever group She is in She will be the centre of attention.  However part of that force of nature package is that when she gets angry it is explosive. As she approaches me I can see the extent of her anger and I literally begin to quake in my boots.  Foxxy gives me a long and loud telling off in front of everyone.  She tells me afterwards that I am lucky that She didn’t slap me across the face (which is what I expected and deserved) but out of respect of someone I knew seeing me, She desisted.  I am so lucky to have such a kind, patient and thoughtful Owner. Lady Andromeda has no sympathy, and sagely says that as I have been serving Foxxy for nearly a year, I really ought to know better. She is absolutely right and I am ashamed!

Foxxy doesn’t forget but She does forgive and the remainder of the day is fabulous. The Ladies love Bruno Mars energetic performance and as we prepare to leave, Foxxy even produces a rainbow out of the palm of her hand. There is no end to her talents.

After leaving the festival and parting with Lady Andromeda and The Fine Scotsman, I take Miss Foxx to the underground to return to my house. Out of the blue, in the tube station, Miss Foxx punches me hard in the balls.  

"Thats for Your stupidity during the Sean Paul set!" 

She smiles, I squirm. I  look around at our sniggering fellow passengers in embarrassment. Thats what I mean about Miss Foxx never forgetting; I was lucky not to get publicly slapped at the festival but it didn't mean I had got off scot free. She owed me that! Although in pain, i have to admit She had acted correctly and I accept my correction with good grace. 

I am constantly in awe at what an amazing Domme She is. It's why i adore Her.

I take Foxxy  back to my house,  pack Her bag, collect Her car and see Her off home, as Wonder Woman has decided to drive home rather than stay the night.

I go back inside to wash my Foxxy Panties as I want to wear them over my chastity device for another special event tomorrow. Miss Foxx has taken control of many parts of my life including dating. She has put me on a dating site, written my profile and decides who I should correspond with and see. My first Foxxy – approved date is tomorrow.

But that’s another story.

Russell's Cuckolding Weekend (Part 1)

The First thing to know is that I LOVE Miss Foxx. Some people might think in a twisted way, but they would be wrong. She is my Goddess and owner. I am Her sub and Her bitch. I adore every inch of Her beautiful body; Her magnificent mind Her powerful personality. My sole goal is to please Her in whatever way She desires. All I ask from Her is that She allows me to serve Her. She does and I am very grateful.  

The second thing to know is that my Dom/Sub relationship with Miss Foxx’s is  not a fantasy but is very real. Real Servitude: Real Time; Real Love. Miss Foxx was born to rule. Russell was born to serve. This makes us both happy. I have been very busy in work of late, which my kind Goddess understands, but over the past 3 weeks I have been a very lucky bitch and spent a lot of time in servitude to Miss Foxx, both in London and back at The Foxxy Lair.  I will recount this three-week servitude in the blog, starting with the most recent.

Saturday

Its Saturday morning and Miss Foxx texts to say She is on her way over. She is staying in my house, in London, for the weekend. The plan was to take Miss Foxx to see a movie in the afternoon and later that day She was going out on a date with “Her Fine Scotsman” who was coming down to London to see Her.  On Sunday I had paid for Her ticket for Wireless Festival to see Bruno Mars and OutKast with Her friend and fellow-domme Lady Andromoda. The Fine Scotsman would also be going and of course I would be there as their Festival Bitch.  But the previous evening Miss Foxx decided on a change of plan for the movie on Saturday – She sent me a txt:

“  I might have to give the film a miss, or how about, even better, you pay for Me and my date to go and you sit at the back and watch us while your dumb locked up little dick gets hard”

 Oh, I forgot to mention, Miss Foxx has had me in a chastity device for the past three weeks and She is constantly thinking up new  and ingenious ways to torment and humiliate me .

Foxxy loves the fact that I am her obedient cuckold bitch but this kind of public cuckolding is new.

I thank Her and immediately buy three tickets and choose seating, as ordered by Miss Foxx, with She and her date together and me sitting behind.

At 11.00am Goddess arrives at my house. I take Her bags and show Her up to Her room (the master bedroom which I had vacated for her stay).  I had the cleaner make a special effort and of course had clean sheets and bedding on the king-size bed. She seems pleased with the room and I then take Her for a hearty breakfast in a nearby café.

Back at the house, Miss Foxx wishes to relax after Her drive so I gently lay Her comfortably on the sofa, cover Her with a silk duvet and prop Her head  up with a pillow. Miss Foxx turns on the TV and motions to me to remove Her shoes, fetch Her lotion and massage Her aching feet. I spend an amazing hour massaging and kissing Miss Foxx’s fabulous peds as She half watches TV and half dozes.  At one point She actually absent-mindedly pats me on the head and runs Her fingers through my hair. Bliss! What a lucky bitch I am.

Next Foxxy bids me to pack a small case as She intends to go back to The Fine Scotsman’s hotel after the film and later he is taking Her for a meal at a roof-top restaurant, overlooking The Thames. I obey and we set off to  see the film and to meet Her date.

We get to the West end cinema and Miss Foxx sits while I collect the three tickets.  The Fine Scotsman has txted to say he will be late so Miss Foxx takes the two tickets and tells me to take the suitcase and Her coat and go into the film.  I drop to my knees and kiss Her feet before I depart, much to the amusement of a group of girls, sitting close by.

Miss Foxx follows into the film  with her date and sits near me.  I daren’t look over as I didn’t want to intrude and incur Her wrath ( Miss Foxx is kind and fair but you do not want to be the cause of Her anger). I shift uncomfortably in my chastity device as the sounds of My Goddess’s laughter and giggles of delight both enchant me and torment me(just a little). Of course my love for Her is total and I am Her servant and sub but I’d lie if I said I’m not feeling a little pang of jealousy for The Fine Scotsman. But admiration too – it takes a RealMan to impress my Goddess.

The film is over and Goddess gets up to leave with Her date. She calls back to me;

“ Bring My stuff and follow us to the amusement arcade under the cinema ” and carries on Her way.

As Miss Foxx and Her date wander around the arcade, I follow at a respectful distance, wheeling my Goddess’s case and carrying Her coat.

When they are ready to go, Goddess introduces me to Her date and he kindly invites me for a drink before they head back to his hotel.

I then head home and await further instructions.  At about 8 Miss Foxx sends me a photo of Herself as She heads out with Her date.. 

.. What a stunning vision in Her skin-tight latex dress and killer heels.( And impeccably applied make-up of course – Miss Foxx is a true artist) So sexy and so beautiful. I feel my tiny todge straining against its cage and then I get a txt telling me She is not wearing any underwear underneath. My Goddess loves to tease Her locked up little bitch.  I stare admiringly at the picture while my confused tiny todge feels the pain. He desperately wants to be tugged but the more he wants it the more painful it is. I am also feeling another pang of jealousy for The Fine Scotsman .  I know this is wrong but I can’t help it. Rationally,  I realise there are two kinds of men – Real Ones, like The Fine Scotsman  who can please a Goddess both physically and emotionally and bitches like me  whose sole function is to serve his Goddess  and  who is sexually irrelevant. That is why Miss Foxx wanted me in chastity, in the first place.  She told me, in no uncertain fashion that my tiny todger served no function and should be locked away, out of harms way.  Sadly this realization doesn’t stop me dreaming…….. but the agony of tiny todge pushing against my device finally does. Reluctantly I turn away from the beguiling photo of Miss Foxx. I go into Her room, adjust the bedding and luxuriate in the lingering aroma of my Goddess as I await Her next instructions. All this while Foxxy is having fun with Her date.  As I said earlier, I love Miss Foxx.  

Much later that night, I get another text to tell me that She is on Her way home and to be ready with my cash to pay the taxi man. I pay the taxi, take off Her shoes take Her bag up stairs and I see Her to Her room  (formerly my room of course) as She regales me with the tales of Her great night out with Her date. I humbly retire to the spare room as She instructs me to call Her at 9.00 and that The Fine Scots Man will be joining Her for a full English breakfast with scrambled eggs ( just the way Goddess likes them). All cooked by Her bitch, Russell, of course.

I retire happy to have served my Goddess and so pleased that The Fine Scotsman proved such a worthy date.

TBC-  Sunday more cuckolding as Miss Foxx invites The Fine Scotsman to my house and festival Bitching at The Wireless Festival later