The master bath, prime

When I started this series, which is for a friend who is moving into a giant honking hugemongous house, I wanted to write from my heart but also stay within what he and his slave might enjoy reading about. He said they're not into watersports, so I tried to keep that out of the bathroom sections. (He didn't actually say they were into semi-consensual drowning, but hey, they can write their own damned story.) My master, however, requested an alternate bathroom piece.

So... Here's what might happen on an alternate-reality Enterprise, where it's every man for himself and Uhura carries a knife in her boot.

She was kneeling, her head in his lap, clinging to him. His arms were around her, stroking. Sometimes he would kiss her head. They stayed that way for what felt like a long time, not really coming down, just floating on their different emotions. Finally he pulled her head up. "Come on." - "Yes?" - "I'm going to piss on you."

Her face was unreadable. She nodded slowly, her eyes on his.

He twisted a hand in her hair, led her, crawling, into the bathroom. She knelt in the tub. He climbed in, standing in front of her. He stroked her face, her hair. When his hand would pass in front of her mouth she would kiss it. The slap, hard across the cheek, was not unexpected. It was followed by several more, fast. Finally she gasped and flinched.

He grabbed her hair, holding her head still, and began to stroke his cock, aiming it for her face. As it approached, her mouth opened and he fed his cock into it, letting her caress it with her tongue before grasping her face in both hands and fucking deep into her throat.

When he pulled out, long strands of spit trailed from her lips to his cock. He began stroking himself again. She closed her eyes.

The piss was warm at first. It hit her closed eyes, her nose, her tightly-shut mouth. It streamed down her body, over her breasts, between her breasts, trickling between her open legs. He pushed her backward with his leg, so that she rested on her arms, and pissed directly onto her breasts, her cunt. As the stream lessened, he moved back to her face, soaking her long hair, the last few drops glistening on her closed lips, seeking access. He shook himself dry.

She stayed as she was, although he had finished, her eyes shut tight, lips compressed. She looked liked she was concentrating very hard on something.

Finally she crumpled, collapsing sideways, her arm shielding her face. He waited for her body to begin to tremble, but she was motionless.