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.
.. 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
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