EroticReverie

Lucien and Krissy

Krissy Davis

I stand in the door of his en suite bathroom, my hands on the door frame. 

"You ready for Mommy, big boy?" I ask Lucien as I stand in there. In nothing other than the strap on and a pair of platform heeled shoes. 

Lucien is on his knees, hands bound behind his back and a silver cage on his cock that he's been wearing all day. And I know he's been wearing it ever since I put it on him in his office this morning, because only I have the key. It sits right on my chest, on the thin silver chain I keep it on. 

Luicen Longley had very specific tastes. I suppose all men did. But his were, surprising at first. Then not so surprisring when you realize how bored men get with pussy when they've had too much of it. They start to crave other things. Sure, not every man that was into being dominated, was "bored". But In Lucien's case, it was very much that. 

While most people felt some level of shame for their kinks, Lucien, wasted no time in letting me know what he was looking for. Which, wasn't just a secretary. I told him I wasn't a dominatrix. He'd insisted I could learn. And I have. And surprisingly, I enjoy it. Having power over a man who has more money than he knows what to do with. Enough money for a hundred generations to live comfortably. 

Every week my paycheck climbs. Because I demand it. And he enjoys me demanding it. He enjoys me demnding gifts, and money from him on the side too.  The six foot three, forty nine year old man, with short grey hair, and full thick beard that's well shaped and trimmed, with his pretty blue eyes, has Mommy issues too. 

Abused by his own mother sexually in his early teens, this is his way of rewriting his history. Knowing he actually has control, and can call it off at anytime with a safe word. Reliving his past with me, as his "Mommy" , makes him feel like he's getting back what she took from him somehow. I've read into it after he shared his secrets with me. It was hard for me to understand, but I wasnt him. And I didnt judge people, at least , I tried not to.  

I walk over to him and he lifts his eyes up my body, I reach out, pushing my fingers through his hair, grabbing it at the back of his head.

"Open up and say ahh, Little Lu." I say softly. Calling him the name his mother always called him. I've gotten over the way it would make my skin crawl to portray a monster, or call him by his child hood nick name his mother gave him before and during his abuse. But I knew I wasnt her. So did he. 

"Mm, good boy" I say as he opens his mouth, I can see his flesh bulging in the cage. His cock trying to grow, restrained by the metal around it, unable to stand erect. 

"There you go, good boy" I say as I pull his hair gently forward, pulling his open mouth onto the dildo strapped to my pelvis. 

"Sweet Little Lu." I hum as his cheeks hollow, and he sucks the flesh colored dildo, his mouth moving up and down. 

His mother never used a strap on , on him. But again, we were rewritting the story. Erasing all she'd done, with what we do together. He says it helps, and I trust that it does, because I was fond of him. I liked Lucien. I've been his "secretary" for eight months. Was he a bit of a bastard in the office and in the "real" world, absolutely. Just like the other three men in that office, money and power had made him into a bit of a fucking asshole. But when I'm Mommy, and he's Little Lu...it's like an entirely different man. And I can tell it's relief for him, and escape from the everyday pressues and  stress of running their company. It's him, surrending to me, to someone else, giving over his control. It's a bit sad, but also beautiful in it's own way. And I forgive him for his shortness, and temper when in the office. 

"Suck it deeper , be a good boy for Mommy" I say and push my fingers further into his hair and begin to thrust. 

"Good job baby" I say, cooing over him. "That's such a good boy Lu." I hum as I thrust. 

"Mmmm, good boy....get on the bed baby." I say, and pull out of his mouth and he struggles to stand with his hands behind his back. 

I smirk, watching, waiting. He enjoys the struggle, the helplessness. Finally he manages to maneuver himself up and bends himself right over his massive bed. 

"Show mommy your hole" I say and he groans, hishands reaching to his ass, trying to spread himself. 

"You ready to be a big boy, hmm?" I hum as I slap the head of the dildo on his asshole and nudge against it and he groans. 

"Yes Mommy, make me a big boy" Lucien groans, his rough voice begging to be fucked in the ass, is incredibly hot.

I grab the lube from the bed, and pop open the cap and let it dribble onto his ass, then let it coat the length of the dildo, taking myy hand, stroking it around the length and tip. Then rubbing my fingers over his ass, and hushing him as he groans. 

"Mommy won't hurt you." I say softly. "She's going to make you feel good baby" 

"Be a big boy for me Lu...can you do that baby?" I ask as I push the head of the dildo past the ring of his ass, hearing him groan, watching his ass clench then relax, and clench again as I push a touch deeper, then draw back that tiny bit, before slowly working more into him. 

"Yes Mommy" he groans. 

"That's my boy" I say and place a hand on his lower back, his hands still holding his ass cheeks apart as I continue to work into him slowly. 

"That's such a good boy Lu...you're doing so good for Mommy" I praise him. 

"ung, mommy" he grunts as I go deeper.

"Yeah, that feel good baby boy?" I hum as I gently push his hands from his ass, they settle near his lower back and he groans as I grb his ass and push his cheeks open, holding them as I work myself out and in, out and in, slowly watching his ass swallow the dildo, till i've given him every inch and my hips rest on his ass, my hands slipping to his waist.

"yeah, feels good doesnt it baby? Feels good when Mommy fucks you, doesnt it Little Lu?" I ask, gently rubbing his hips and then grabbing them again as I go a touch faster. Letting the dildo slip into him , and slip out, filling him over and over. 

"You love fucking Mommy, don't you baby?" I ask. Because he told me , as a teenager, he knew it was wrong. That fucking his mother was forbidden, and her fucking her own son was even worse. But he told me he enjoyed it. He was a horny teenage boy, with a mother than loved to please her son in ways no mother should. 

"Yes" he answers. "Yes I do" 

"Mmm, you love Mommy, dont you?" I ask as I go faster, a bit harder, fucking his ass as I grip his hips, my own connecting to his backside with each thrust. His ass bouncing off my lap as he grunts. 

"I love you so much Mommy" he groans. 

I know it's not me he loves. It's her. Because not only did he become her lover as a teenager, but apparently they'd continued it, throughout his later teenage years, and occaisonally through his early twenties, until she passed. 

I dont care if he enjoyed it. She still abused him. Just because she didn't physically hurt him. Didn't mean it wants abuse. She'd molested and raped her own son. And I just hope that one day, he doesnt need this. That he heals from the way she groomed him and manipulated him into believing what she was doing with him was "natural".  I think part of him still believes all the things she told him. That "so many mommys love their little boys like this Little Lu". "theres nothing wrong with it baby, mommy cant get pregnant." So many things she told him, that he likes for me to say when I'm riding him, instead of fucking him. 

It's and odd confusion to have, caring for a man, loving a man, that is in love with his mother. While he may be healing in some ways, I cant imagine one ever truly heals from something like that. He'll carry it with him till he's buried in the same earth. 

"Good fucking boy" I say, trying to forget all the thoughts in my head as I watch him let me fuck him. Groaning and grunting and calling me Mommy as I work his prostate, controlling my thrusts to let it hit it just right. He groans loudly. 

"Take the cage off" he grunts. 

"No." I say and smack his ass making him grunt louder. 

"Krissy." He growls. "Take the fucking cage off." 

"I said...no." I say, knowing his safe word is coming any moment. Because I've just gone from Mommy, to Krissy. He's growing fragile, the helpless feeling that he claims to love, sometimes fades quickly, and his need for control, for power, will turn back on. 

"Mommys not done fucking you baby boy" I say going faster and he grunts, groaning. 

"Krissy" he growls. 

"It's Mommy when I'm inside your ass, Little Lu" I moan. 

"fuck" he growls. "Batman" 

That's the good thing about having a silly safeword. It immediately reduces the scene into nothing. Sometimes it makes me giggle, but only at times like this. When he cries it...I dont laugh. I dont smile like I am now. I stop immediately, sliding out of him slowly, letting him breathe as I undo the ties on his wrist.

"hurry up" he growls. 

"I am. Stay still, please." I say as he tugs , only making harder to undo them , but then hids hands slips out of the silk ties as soon as the knots come loose and he pushes up and Im already unhooking my clasp on my necklace and handing him the key to the cage. 

"Take that fucking thing off." He growls at me, as if I'M the one that chose to wear the strap on, and that he didnt specifically tell me it's what he wanted. 

But I know the scene is over, that he's had his fill for now, and I'm going to be the one getting fucked now. 

He exhales with a loud groans, and curses as he drops the cage and the key and grabs me and throws me down on the bed and climbs on, grabbing his dick as I lay on my back , legs spread, hands above my head, now submitting to him. 

"Who do you want me to be?" I ask. Not really sure if he's about to revenge fuck his mother , using me as a prop. Or if he wants, me. 

"I want you to be the slutty little red headed secretary that likes her cunt pounded by my old cock." 

I bite my lip and nod. 

"Okay" I say and he groans and then lines up, pushing the head of his cock against my pussy.

"pound my cunt Mister Longley." I moan.