Message-ID: <51519asstr$1121109002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread2.news.pas.earthlink.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: c873a6e8!not-for-mail From: PowerFool7 <anon8371@nyx.net> User-Agent: Mozilla Thunderbird 0.8 (Windows/20040913) X-Accept-Language: en-us, en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <shqAe.2008$dU3.795@newsread2.news.pas.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 01:42:00 PDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 08:42:00 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Fairy Dust (F, Fant, Magic, NC, WS) Lines: 305 Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 15:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51519> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw I wrote this... Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Nonconsentual, waterspots... and lots and lots of fairies. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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. 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