Day 8: Degradation/Humiliation Play (Mariner/T’Lyn)

Day 8: Degradation/Humiliation Play (Mariner/T'Lyn)

Mariner was lounging on her bed, her typical playful grin firmly in place as she eyed T'lyn, who was standing at the edge of the room with her usual composed, calm expression. Tonight, though, Mariner had a specific request, something that she knew would be far outside of T'lyn's Vulcan logic. But that was half the fun.

"So," Mariner began, stretching her arms behind her head, "I was thinking... maybe tonight we try something a little... different."

T'lyn's brow furrowed slightly as she studied Mariner, her arms crossed in her usual logical stance. "Different in what way?" she asked, her voice even and controlled.

Mariner's grin widened. "Dirty talk. You know, saying... unkind things to me while we're doing it. A little degradation. It's hot."

T'lyn's eyebrows raised slightly, her expression showing a hint of confusion. "You wish for me to insult you during intimate activity?"

"Exactly," Mariner said, sitting up and motioning for T'lyn to come closer. "It's all about the thrill, the power play. It's just fun."

T'lyn hesitated, clearly processing the request with her usual Vulcan thoroughness. "I do not understand how insulting you would contribute to a positive experience," she stated plainly. "However, if this is what you desire, I will comply."

Mariner chuckled, patting the bed next to her. "Just give it a try. Say something mean. I promise it'll be fun."

T'lyn moved to sit beside Mariner on the bed, her posture stiff, clearly out of her element. "Very well. I will attempt to fulfill this request." She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as though calculating the most logical way to proceed. "You are... deeply inefficient in your duties aboard the Cerritos," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "Your inability to follow Starfleet regulations is consistently disappointing."

Mariner blinked, her grin faltering as she stared at T'lyn in disbelief. "Wait, what?"

T'lyn, seemingly unaware of Mariner's confusion, continued. "Your constant disregard for protocol endangers the crew and undermines the integrity of the mission. It is a source of frustration for everyone, including myself."

Mariner's mouth hung open, the heat and excitement she'd been building up completely dissipating. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. That wasn't sexy at all!" she exclaimed, sitting up and throwing her hands in the air. "What the hell, T'lyn?"

T'lyn looked genuinely perplexed. "You asked me to say unkind things to you," she said, her voice calm and measured. "I assumed you wished for me to express my legitimate criticisms of your behavior."

Mariner groaned, running a hand through her hair. "No! No, no, no. Not like that!" she said, shaking her head. "It's supposed to be playful, not... I don't know, a performance review!"

T'lyn raised an eyebrow, her gaze steady. "I see. I misunderstood the parameters of the request."

Mariner sighed, slumping back onto the bed. "Okay, let me show you how it's done," she muttered. She sat up again, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned in closer to T'lyn. "You say stuff like, 'You're such a dirty little thing,' or 'I bet you love being used like this,' you know? It's not real—it's just part of the fun."

T'lyn's brow furrowed again, her analytical mind clearly struggling to comprehend the concept. "You find such statements... arousing?" she asked, her tone full of genuine confusion.

"Yeah," Mariner replied, nodding emphatically. "It's all about the vibe. It's not supposed to be serious."

T'lyn seemed to consider this for a moment, her head tilting slightly. "And you derive enjoyment from this activity?"

Mariner threw her hands up again, exasperated. "Yes! That's the whole point!" She flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Ugh. Why is this so hard?"

T'lyn, still sitting upright and composed, observed Mariner with a calm but curious expression. "I must admit," she said quietly, "I fail to see the appeal. This type of verbal exchange does not align with Vulcan standards of intimacy."

Mariner let out a frustrated groan, covering her face with her hands. "Yeah, well... I guess that makes sense," she muttered. "Vulcan logic doesn't exactly scream 'dirty talk' material."

T'lyn, ever logical, gave a slight nod of agreement. "Indeed. This form of interaction seems unnecessarily convoluted."

Mariner sighed, finally sitting up again and giving T'lyn a resigned smile. "Okay, fine," she said, throwing her hands up in defeat. "I give up. Dirty talk isn't your thing. I get it."

T'lyn regarded her with her usual calm expression. "I apologize if my attempt was unsatisfactory," she said, her tone sincere. "It appears I lack the necessary understanding to engage in this activity effectively."

Mariner laughed softly, leaning in to give T'lyn a quick kiss. "Hey, it's cool," she said, her grin returning. "At least you tried, right?"

T'lyn, still composed, tilted her head slightly, her analytical mind clearly not ready to abandon the experiment. "I believe I may achieve greater success in this endeavor if we continue the exercise while engaging in sexual intercourse," she suggested, her tone calm and matter-of-fact.

Mariner blinked, caught off guard by T'lyn's sudden request. "Wait... are you saying you want to try again?" she asked, her grin widening as she sat up, curiosity piqued.

T'lyn gave a single, resolute nod. "Yes. It is my understanding that emotional arousal may enhance the experience of verbal degradation. If you find this form of communication pleasurable, it would be logical to combine it with sexual stimulation."

Mariner let out a breathy laugh, clearly both surprised and amused by T'lyn's determination to understand this particular human kink. "Alright," she said, her grin turning playful again. "I'm game. Let's see what you've got."

With that, Mariner wasted no time, shifting to the center of the bed and pulling T'lyn down with her. The Vulcan allowed herself to be guided, her movements still deliberate as she settled between Mariner's legs, her hands already moving with that same calculated precision as she began to undress Mariner with calm efficiency.

Mariner's breath quickened as T'lyn's hands slid over her body, her usual playful demeanor softening into something more focused. She could feel the familiar heat building between her legs, her anticipation growing as T'lyn's hands moved lower.

T'lyn, ever observant, noted the change in Mariner's breathing, the way her muscles tensed slightly with anticipation. "You are already exhibiting signs of arousal," T'lyn observed quietly, her voice still clinical even as she slipped her fingers beneath Mariner's panties, sliding them down her legs. "The increased moisture suggests that your body is responding favorably to physical contact."

Mariner let out a low moan, her hips arching as T'lyn's fingers brushed over her already wet folds. "Mmm, yeah, I'm ready," she muttered, her voice thick with need.

T'lyn, with her usual methodical approach, positioned herself between Mariner's thighs, her fingers moving with calm, deliberate strokes over Mariner's slick entrance. She paused for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered her next words. "Your level of lubrication is... significant," she said quietly, her fingers sliding through the wetness with practiced ease. "It appears that you are quite aroused by this activity."

Mariner chuckled softly, her body trembling under T'lyn's touch. "Yeah, you could say that," she muttered, her voice breathy as she ground her hips against T'lyn's hand.

T'lyn's fingers moved with precision, her strokes slow and controlled as she began to focus on Mariner's clit, rubbing gentle circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I will attempt to incorporate verbal degradation now," T'lyn said, her voice steady but thoughtful as though she were still analyzing the situation. "You are... exceptionally quiet for a human during sexual activity."

Mariner blinked, her breath catching as the pleasure built inside her, but her brow furrowed at T'lyn's words. "Wait... what?" she asked, her voice strained but confused.

T'lyn continued, her fingers never faltering as she methodically stimulated Mariner's clit. "I have observed that other human females tend to be more vocal during intercourse. Your level of vocalization is comparatively subdued," she said, her tone clinical. "It is... unexpected, given your typically expressive behavior."

Mariner groaned, both from the pleasure and the unexpected commentary. "T'lyn... that's not—" She bit her lip, her body trembling as T'lyn's fingers pressed harder against her clit, the intensity of the stimulation momentarily stealing her words. "That's not exactly what I meant."

T'lyn paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered Mariner's response. "You requested unkind statements," she said, her tone thoughtful. "I assumed you wished for me to express critical observations regarding your sexual performance."

Mariner let out a breathy laugh, her head falling back against the pillow. "That's... kind of missing the point," she muttered, her hips still grinding against T'lyn's hand as the pleasure continued to build. "It's supposed to be... I don't know... hot. Not... a critique."

T'lyn tilted her head slightly, her fingers still moving with calculated precision as she rubbed slow, firm circles over Mariner's clit. "I see," she said calmly. "Then I will adjust my approach."

Mariner sighed, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her, but the clinical nature of T'lyn's commentary made it hard for her to fully relax into the moment. "T'lyn, maybe we just... stick to what we're good at," she suggested, her voice breathy but full of affection. "This whole dirty talk thing might not be your style."

T'lyn, ever the precise and determined Vulcan, didn't appear ready to give up just yet. She tilted her head, considering Mariner's words, her eyes focused as if she were processing the situation in her usual methodical way. "I believe," she said, her voice calm, "that I can attempt a different approach. Perhaps if I focus less on criticism and more on... asserting dominance in a way you find arousing."

Mariner blinked, surprised by T'lyn's willingness to keep trying. "Wait... you want to give it another shot?" she asked, her brow raised. "Well, okay... Let's see what you've got."

T'lyn didn't respond immediately. Instead, she shifted slightly, her hand sliding down Mariner's body with calm, calculated precision, fingers slipping back between Mariner's slick thighs. Her gaze was steady, her voice soft but more intentional this time as she spoke. "You are highly aroused," T'lyn observed, her tone firm but without the previous clinical detachment. "It is evident that your body desires to be... controlled."

Mariner's breath hitched, her hips pressing into T'lyn's hand. This was different—there was something about the way T'lyn said it that made the hairs on the back of Mariner's neck stand on end. "Okay... not bad," she muttered, her voice low as she focused on the sensation of T'lyn's fingers working her.

T'lyn's fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles over Mariner's clit, the Vulcan's usually measured voice dropping to a lower, more authoritative tone. "You will not come," T'lyn said, her voice commanding in a way that was entirely Vulcan, but undeniably hot. "Not until I deem it appropriate."

Mariner let out a breathless moan, her body trembling as the words sank in. There was still a touch of T'lyn's characteristic logic in her tone, but the intent behind it had shifted—now there was control, an edge that sent a rush of heat through Mariner's body.

"Damn," Mariner gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she pressed harder into T'lyn's hand. "That was actually... kind of hot."

T'lyn raised an eyebrow, her fingers never faltering as she continued to rub slow, firm circles over Mariner's clit. "You are responding favorably to this form of verbal stimulation," T'lyn stated, her voice steady but with a clear sense of command. "I will proceed."

Mariner bit her lip, her body practically humming with the intensity of the moment. "Yeah... keep going," she breathed, her hips grinding against T'lyn's fingers.

T'lyn's gaze remained steady as she leaned in slightly, her voice low and controlled as she continued. "You are... mine," she said, her tone deliberate but with a subtle undercurrent of dominance. "Your pleasure is dependent on my will."

Mariner's eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling under T'lyn's touch. The words, though still framed in that Vulcan sense of logic, were working—there was a power in them, a sense of control that made Mariner's entire body react. "Oh... fuck..." Mariner moaned, her voice breathless.

T'lyn's fingers pressed harder, her movements becoming more insistent as she sensed Mariner's rising arousal. "You will not come until I allow it," T'lyn repeated, her tone firm but steady, the subtle dominance in her voice making Mariner's pulse race.

Mariner's breath came in short, shallow bursts, her hips grinding desperately against T'lyn's hand as the tension inside her coiled tighter and tighter. She was so close, the pleasure almost overwhelming, but T'lyn's calm, authoritative presence kept her teetering on the edge, waiting for permission.

"Please..." Mariner gasped, her voice thick with need. "Let me..."

T'lyn's gaze remained steady, her fingers never faltering as she continued her slow, deliberate strokes. "Not yet," she said softly, her tone commanding but calm. "You will wait."

Mariner groaned, her body trembling as the tension inside her built to a fever pitch. She was barely holding on, every nerve in her body on fire with the need for release, but T'lyn's control kept her on the edge, waiting for the moment when she'd finally be allowed to let go.

And then, with a calm authority, T'lyn leaned in closer, her voice low and commanding. "Now," she said simply. "You may come."

The words hit Mariner like a shockwave, and the release was immediate. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking as the orgasm ripped through her, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Mariner cried out, her voice loud and filled with raw, unrestrained pleasure as her body shook under the force of the climax.

T'lyn's fingers continued their steady rhythm, guiding Mariner through the aftershocks with calm precision, her gaze never leaving Mariner's face as the human unraveled beneath her touch. When the intensity finally began to fade, T'lyn withdrew her hand, her expression as composed as ever.

Mariner collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at T'lyn with a breathless laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Okay... that was actually... really hot," she muttered, still coming down from the high of the orgasm. "You did it. Vulcan dirty talk. Who knew?"

T'lyn raised an eyebrow, her expression calm but thoughtful. "I believe I have gained a better understanding of your preferences," she said, her voice steady. "Though I still find this form of interaction somewhat... perplexing."

Mariner chuckled, reaching up to pull T'lyn down beside her. "Yeah, well... you've got a way of making even Vulcan dominance sound sexy," she teased, pressing a soft kiss to T'lyn's cheek. "I think I can work with that."

T'lyn regarded her with calm curiosity. "I am pleased that the experience was satisfactory," she said simply, her tone still composed.

Mariner laughed, curling up against T'lyn with a contented sigh. "Satisfactory?" she muttered, her grin widening. "That was more than satisfactory, babe. You nailed it."