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Subject: {ASSM} Fairy Dust (F, Fant, Magic, NC, WS)
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Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 15:10:02 -0400
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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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