Passive Urinal

You've already made your choice -- a terrible one, probably relationship-destroying -- but you still ask her, "Cassie, how is this new setup treating you?"

She thinks carefully. "It's ok," she says finally. "I don't always understand what you get from it. But, in a way it is pretty sexy. It's, like, somehow being impersonal makes it hotter, you know? And I've certainly enjoyed being able to get off whenever I like."

Indeed, Cassie has been drinking multiple bladder-fulls of piss every day. She has had the taste in her mouth nearly constantly, which has opened up your sex life quite a bit. Also, because she's doing so much for you, she hasn't been shy about asking for oral sex, so you have been going down on her bringing her to orgasms. You think her frequent masturbation -- each time she drinks -- is probably contributing to this.

"It's funny you should mention the impersonality of it," you say.

She gives you a neutral look. "Do you have some new fantasy?"

"Yes," you say, "but it's... it's embarrassing to even think about. It's too awful to even contemplate."

"Don't fish for me to get it out of you," she retorts. It's the first time she's been sharp in reply to your requests. "You should know by now I can handle it. Hell, I'm your fucking urinal." She laughs at this, so you don't feel as bad.

She continues, "Seriously, I think there's something about the service aspect that's important to you. It's filling some unmet need."

"That's right, Cassie," you say. "Part of it is that, by doing something so **** for me, it makes me feel very close to you. Like, it's very intimate when you do something for me that nobody would reasonably do."

After a moment, she says, "That makes sense. So what is this thing?"

"It's related to the impersonality. I already use you pretty hard! But sometimes I would like to take it a step further. To know you are there for me passively, waiting to do anything I like, without any fear of restraint, or recrimination, or consequence."

"We're not talking something super gross, are we?"

"Nothing grosser than stuff you've already done. Though a bit weirder. I'd understand if you didn't want to do this. I don't know of anybody who would."

"Remember about the fishing," she says. "Just try me, baby. I'm really here for you. I want to help you feel closer to me than any two people have ever felt."

You're dubious. Maybe if you just recite the text from the web site, she'll refuse. "Ok, Cassie. Well, this one is pretty detailed. Once a week I'd like to be able to treat you like an actual urinal. On Sunday mornings, you would wake up before me. You would go into the bathroom and kneel down on a sybian. You'd put an o-ring gag into your mouth, and strap your head into a harness attached to the wall, then lock your arms into a time-release bondage device, also attached to the wall. The device would be set to unlock after two hours. During this time, I would be able to use you in any way -- not just pissing. I might cum on your face, or face-fuck you, or even spit on you. I might even pinch your nipples or slap your breasts. I might call you names or talk dirty about you -- or I might ignore you completely. Once you were released, no matter what I had done, you wouldn't mention it at all."

Cassie surprises you by laughing. "That's like, ridiculously detailed," she says.

"Yeah," you confess.

"I mean, like, if that's your fantasy, it probably takes you like ten minutes to just lay it out in your mind before you really get started masturbating."

"Yeah," you say again.

"Mine are all like, 'he rips off my shirt and we fuck', and yours start off with an installation manual!"

"Ok, ok," you say. "Maybe we should drop it."

Her face turns serious. "Sorry," she says. "Don't feel bad! I was just seeing a bit of humor in it."

You don't say anything, so she continues, "Actually I see why you would want this."

"You do?" you ask incredulously.

"Sure. The sybian is there so you can get me turned on, to keep with the theme that piss is a turn-on. And I'd be helpless and available... proof that our bond is so strong, that I trust you so much, that I'd let you do anything. And finally, not talking about it preserves the illusion that it's all an unremarkable, ordinary part of life."

You are not sure how to respond to this.

"I have to admit", she says, "I'm a little nervous about the slapping. Like, will it hurt? But I get that too -- after all, a urinal is just an object, it has to put up with whatever happens. It's not going to complain about cum in its eye."

She's watching your face carefully. You are confused by the direction this conversation has taken, and wondering what you can do to subtly push her away. She apparently misreads the look on your face, because she says, "Oh, am I being too analytical again? And you're looking so sad. Sweetie!" She gives you a big hug. "Thank you so much for sharing. I love you so much. I can do this for you. Now, where do we get the gear? Does IKEA have a 'pissoar' line?"