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Subject: {ASSM} Fairy Dust (F, Fant, Magic, NC, WS)
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I wrote this...
Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Nonconsentual, waterspots... and lots and lots
of fairies.
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It's the Fairy dust, it was.
They kept sprinkling that magic glitter all over her body, all the time.
It kept her sitting there, perpetually, uncontrollably peeing. It kept
her feet pressed against each other, rubbing each other playfully while
her toes play with and grab one another.
It kept her hands cradling and fondling her breasts while her fingers
constantly pinched and tickled and teased her nipples.
So intense. So wonderful. So humiliating.
She couldn't stop. They kept fluttering all around her and sprinkled
her with fairy dust to keep her playing with herself, and she couldn't stop.
She'd tried. Especially at the beginning, she tried so very hard to
stop. Even though it was confusing as ever to suddenly have a painfully
full bladder that never seemed to empty, she tried to rationalize that
she could regain control of herself!
But her body was moving without her will. It was moved just as well
and just as fluidly as if she were still in complete control of herself.
It even felt almost the same. Almost, except of course she couldn't
change it or stop it. She tried with all of her will, and she even
concentrated as hard as she could, which was difficult already
considering what she was being made to do. But with those little
fairies sprinkling dust all over her all the time, her body was
possessed by their magic, and it was completely ignoring her.
Her back kept itself arched to keep her breasts proudly pushed out as
far as they could. Sometimes her hands would hover just over her
breasts while her fingers tickled and flicked her nipples. It would
always make her gasp and cry out in pleasure.
Despite how frustrated she was to be so helpless, it felt too good and
too intense to simply ignore. Occasionally her hands would dip down
between her legs to collect some of her pee and then splash it all over
her body and rub into her breasts, and that would compound her
frustration and helplessness with humiliation. Sometimes her hands would
cradle her breasts and hold them up while pushing them together. And
other times, her fingers would pinch her nipples as tight as they could,
and tug and pull on them, making her squeal the loudest yet!
All she could do was look down at herself, while she cried and gasped
and squealed. She spent most of her day crying in mixed pleasure and
frustration. She was afraid she was really starting to like it. For
some reason they let her keep control of her head, her eyes and her
voice, at least most of the time. She tried pleading with the little
fluttering fairies, but they'd have none of that. They'd giggled at her
and sprinkle more of their magic dust all over her body, and her hands
would dip down between her legs again and splash pee all over her face,
and then go back to pinching her nipples.
How was she going to get out? Did she even want to get out now? What
kind of idea is that??? She can't stay here forever, can she? What if
someone else came around and saw her like that. She'd be stuck there
still playing with herself so lewdly, as if she had no care at all who
might see her. And they'd think she was crazy! Not everyone can see
fairies after all. They'd just see her, sitting there playing with
herself in such an apparently obsessive manner.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been there, with all the fairies
fluttering around her, dancing and giggling and sprinkling their dust on
her all the time. Her body was squirming and twitching, reflexively
reacting to all that pent up pleasure. She wanted to orgasm in such the
worst way. She went from trying to stop herself to trying to pleasure
herself to get some release. But her hands were all too happy to keep
playing with and teasing her nipples. Since her legs weren't listening
to her, she couldn't even try to grind her hips down against the
bedrock. Her feet continued to rub each other playfully. The stinging
pressure from between her legs as she peed and peed and peed, and the
constant, immense pressure on her bladder was helping to drive her insane.
Now she cried for release. She begged her fairy captors for an orgasm.
She wasn't even thinking of them letting her go. All she could think
about was an explosion of sweet, wonderful pleasure. She cried so much
for it, that one of the little fairies finally fluttered up right in
front of her, and waggled its finger at her, looking very cross indeed!
For a tiny moment, she was afraid much worse might happen to her!
The little fairy flew over to her feet, which were still happily
rubbing each other's soles and playfully grabbing each other's toes.
The fairy sprinkled dust on her feet. Suddenly to her surprise, she
felt one of her legs pull up her foot, while other foot rested on the
ground. And her toes on her risen foot began to splay out. The fairy
zipped over to her hands next, which were still very busy teasing her
aroused, sensitive nipples. Suddenly her hands stopped that, and
quickly reached out to grasp her waiting foot. All she could do was
look at it while her hands, cradling her foot by the heel and keeping a
firm grasp on her ankle, pulled her foot up to her mouth. The change in
position as she was being made to do this changed the pressure on her
bladder, enough to make her cry out from the sensation as she kept peeing.
Before she could say anything, as if that would have mattered, she lost
control of her mouth. Her hands held her foot up to her face, while her
fingers swirled so sensuously about the sole of her foot, massaging it
with such care. Her tongue was made to slowly dart out and lick in
between her splayed out toes. And then she was made to slowly, gently
suckle on each and every one of her toes, while her hands kept her foot
nice and well rubbed. When she was finished lavishing such attention to
this foot, she was made to put it down and do the exact same thing to
her other foot.
While she was being made to do that, it was enough to keep her making
lots of muffled whimpers and cries. She loved the feeling of her feet
being rubbed and her toes suckled, and by now she was remaining so
aroused just from the sensations of not having any control over her
body. But she was getting even less pleasure now than before. She felt
her nipples ache, itching for the attention they'd been receiving
relentless all this time up until now. It was enough to make her cry,
even while she continued to love being made to play with her feet like this.
As soon as all her toes were properly licked, her feet went back to
playing with each other. But her hands reached down between her legs
again, to collect more pee. She was helpless and all she could do was
look down at herself while her body kept acting without her will. She
expected her hands to splash the pee on her breasts like they had done
before. But this time her hands splashed the pee on her face! And then
she felt herself slowly, sensuously licking her fingers, in the same
haughty, teasing manner she was made to lick her toes. She tried to
spit it out, but her mouth and her tongue wouldn't listen. She could
barely even make a face.
But the little fairy didn't like how she tried to spit it out. And the
other fairies agreed this time, as they all stopped and looked and
frowned at her. She was suddenly gripped with fear. Her hands reached
down between her legs again, and she got the feeling that unless the
little fairies told her hands otherwise, they'd keep on collecting pee
and splashing it on her face, and she'd keep licking her fingers! She
realized right then just how helpless she was, that they could make her
do anything they wanted and they could probably keep her that way
forever. But her fear wasn't dreadful, as much as she thought it should
be. No, it was laced with a certain kind of anticipation. Despite
herself, she found herself imagining what sorts of things they could
make her do while she sat here forever under their control. But how
could she be enjoying this? Was that their plan all along?
Another little fairy hovered over, closer to her, and sprinkled its
dust on her hands. Two long, white feathers were suddenly conjured, and
her hands kept a firm grip on each of them. She couldn't let get of
them no matter what. She looked at the feathers entirely confused.
What were they going to do? She shook her head and said she was sorry!
But they didn't seem to believe her, not yet anyway. Another fairy
went down to her feet and splashed some dust on them to quiet them and
cause them to rest on the ground. And yet another little fairy swooped
down near between her legs and sprinkled its dust all over her sex, and
this was the worst of all! Because she suddenly felt her bladder
muscles holding in her pee, as tightly as they could. But her bladder
was still full. Still magically full. Impossibly and painfully full.
It made her tense up in such intense pressure and pain! She kept crying
for them to stop, that she had learned her lesson!
But one little fairy simply waved its hand, at her hands holding the
feathers. And her hands started to tease her nipples with them. They
teased her nipples, but not like before. With the features, and with
such a slight gentle touch, her nipples were barely being stimulated,
just enough to drive her insane. She sat there, teasing herself so
relentlessly. She couldn't tell for how long. It felt like forever,
while the fairies watched her for signs of repentance. Tears streamed
down her cheeks. She cried and gasped harder than ever. And eventually
she realized that she'd much rather be made to play with herself as
before, rather than torture herself like this!
As they heard her cry out how sorry she was, all the little fairies
slowly started to flutter around her once more. All of them, save one;
the one who'd stopped to shush her in the first place, and it was
giggling happily at her. It made her blush bright red, and she knew
right then that was a tiny punishment for complaining so much. They
could have done so much worse. She couldn't help imagining what they
could have done, what they still could do if they wanted. She was
lucky, privileged even, that they were making her play with herself.
And she nearly spat on their gift by asking to be let go!
The little fairy sprinkled its dust over her hands again, and the
feathers disappeared. It sprinkled dust between her legs and she
started peeing again. Like a floodgate being released, she realized
then just how much she loved being made to pee. That alone made her
giggle and laugh and gasp with such intensity.
The little fairy made her cup her hands between her legs again, and
splash it all over her face again. She knew this time it was a test,
and she tried very hard not to react like she did before. She was made
to suckle her fingers again too, and this time she smirked while being
made to do so. She smirked at the little fairy, because she found
herself turned on so much by the feeling of her hands and mouth doing
something out of her control. She gave such a sorry look at the little
fairy then, her finger still in her mouth while she was being made to
suckle slowly on it. The little fairy smiled and pointed at her hands,
which promptly moved down to once again cradle her breasts and hold them
firmly, as if she were presenting them to the little fairy for
inspection. She blushed once again, filled not only with humiliation
and frustration, but despite herself, she found herself hoping the
little fairy might... reward her now somehow.
She apologized to the little fairy, vowing never to complain again.
She understood now what a wonderful gift they all decided to give her,
and that it was wrong to scorn it. The little fairy nodded and smiled
so brightly, and then sprinkled more of its magic dust, all over her
hands and her breasts this time. Her fingers started to tickle and
tease her nipples again, and this time she threw her head back and cried
out in such intense pleasure! The fairy threw some dust on her feet as
well, to make them start playing with one another again. She giggled
and panted and whimpered. She reveled in the feeling of being made to
play with herself, and she loved the feeling of being made to pee. It
was all she ever wanted. She would be happy to be there forever and
ever like this. The fairies gave her such a wonderful gift!
The fairies swirled faster and faster around her while she continued to
uncontrollably play with herself. She became more and more giddy as her
body twitched and rocked. She couldn't imagine any day going by without
the fairies making her tease her nipples and pee. Finally one of the
fairies stopped while the others kept swirling, and it sprinkled a bit
of dust on her nose this time. Suddenly she felt herself bending
forward. Her hands left her breasts and reached out to grab her ankles.
Her legs spread wide apart. Before she could realize what was
happening, she found her face pushed in between her legs. All that
fairy dust had made her a lot more limber, for it would have been
impossible for her to do that otherwise! She lost control of her tongue
as she was made to start licking herself. Finally she was being rewarded!
She felt her pleasure become so, so intense as her sex started to
receive what it had wanted all this time!
But she was still being made to pee. She was peeing all over her face!
And her tongue, as diligent and relentless as it was in getting her
off, was also making her drink some of it! Her toes curled up tightly.
The intense, wonderful pleasure was nearly overwhelming her. The
scent of her pee and of her arousal was just as intoxicating. And she
dare not scorn a fairy gift now. Not now, after they'd decided to
reward her like this.
They all stopped and hovered over her. She could hear them dancing and
giggling while she kept licking herself. It felt like she was licking
herself for such a long time, peeing all over her face like that, and
her pleasure, sweet magical pleasure building up and up and up! Her
toes curled up so tightly! Finally, she came. She came so, so hard.
She came explosively all over her face, and her tongue was made to
happily lap that up too. She wasn't going to be let back up until her
intense, powerful orgasm that engulfed her entire being and threatened
to send her to oblivion that very moment was done having its way with her.
Finally though, she was allowed to pull herself back up. And she could
only do so weakly. But she was so happy. She felt so wonderful. She
loved the fairies. She loved being made to pee. She loved what they
did to... what they did for her. She loved everything. Everything and
everyone. She hugged herself and giggled wildly, and kept thanking the
little fairies!
The little fairies were so overjoyed by her gratitude! They all
happily departed, zipping back into the forest, and leaving her there on
the bedrock. They left her perpetually peeing. And her hands started
tickling and teasing her nipples again.
But that's what she loved the most. She'd hoped they'd do that for
her, and they did! She was so giddy and laughing, gasping and
whimpering. She loved everything. But most of all, she loved being
made tease her nipples and pee. The fairies had given her such a
wonderful gift.
They were happy enough to make sure she was made to finger herself to a
sweet orgasm every now and then. So every now and then, she'd be made
to lie on her back, and her legs would be made to spread wide open and
she'd be made to play with herself until she came, at least once.
Though she was happy to find out she was made to come several times
usually. So she spent the whole day there, reveling in her fairy gift.
Not that she had any choice, but she loved it that way.
For her gratitude, they left her many gifts. Anyone who rubs her feet
for her will cause her hands to play with her breasts and tease her
nipples for the duration! That is, after she's made to remove any
clothing that could be in the way.
If she teases her own nipples, it makes her pee until she stops.
Likewise, whenever she pees naturally, she's made to tease her nipples
until she stops. These never seem to get confused with one another.
But if she turns around in a circle during either of these, she'll be
made to continue peeing and teasing her nipples for the rest of the day.
Once a fortnight, or after any stressful day, she'll wake up to find
herself peeing and teasing her nipples, and her feet will be playing
with each other, too.
She'll be made to finger herself until she comes, every now and then.
Sometimes she'll be made to splash pee all over her breasts, or
sometimes her face. At least once during the day, she'll be made to
massage her feet and suckle on her toes.
She'll be made to pleasure herself like this all day long. At the end
of the day, she'll be made to bend down and lick herself while peeing
all over her face. And her final orgasm will be so huge, so intense and
wonderful, that it will keep her happy and giddy for another fortnight,
until it happens again.
It's the Fairy dust, it was.
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