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Fairie created in a similar way to the ones in dunmesh who is kept and harvested for their aphrodesiac-like magic by being kept perminantly on edge for the person that's contained them. In multiple different types of magic frtish gear they can't get themselves out of, frequently bound in place. Kept in the humans bag in a jar but is frequently brought out and shown around to flex at their ability to handle and contain magic.
strict edging schedule. woken up more than once during the night to be brought to edge only to be told to go back to sleep once i get there. my body conditioned to fit the really specific rigid outlines you set for it. conditioning me to be the perfect sex toy for you. you make all my meals, you clean me, you feed me, you edge me multiple times only to refuse me an orgasm and tell me i'm allowed to cum if i can hands free while cockwarming you in my mouth.
dark leaning forward to press her mouth against one of my tits, mouthing at the beading nipple and rolling her tongue over it. she keeps talking about how good it tastes, knowing because i'm here she'll never die again. that she should've guessed life would've tasted this sweet. she doesn't bite, but i can feel her teeth gently trying to work more milk out of me, before lapping it back up with her tongue.
i can't listen to anything she's saying, not only is she muffled by smushing herself against me but it's all just so much i'm barely thinking at all. my breasts are sore and sensitive and ache from her attention and the heat in my lower stomach felt like an itch i desperately needed scratches. i press my own chest against her in hopes she'll do anything just a little more than what she's already doing and i clench my teeth and whine when she doesn't. i can't think of the words to ask for more, it's too hard. i get stuck like this.
hypnotist who's made me unable to recognize or be aware of whenever they play with me. the more aroused i am the less i'm able to focus because every part of my brains completely stuckon how good it feels, and when they stop i continue with whatever i was doing without noticing.
what i don't notice is how often they're using this while i'm in public. mid conversation. i end up curling in on the table or drooling on myself and by the time others notice or are worried i'm concious and aware again, explaining that i just do that sometimes, i can't help it. it doesn't hurt, i like it. people don't really pay much attention, i've always been kind of different.
plug me up, cage me up, turn my toy on and dress me in thick, stiff formal clothes. tights, wool pants with a tight belt, tuck my shirt in. suspenders, a vest over it all. take me out in public like this while you play with my remote, making my stomach do flips as i try to ignore what you've done to me. i'm already in trance, you've told me to forget anythings happening at all. i don't know whats happening anymore, my breathing keeps hitching, my world is spinning. i can't make sense of anything or why i feel so needy and hot. you don't seem to either, but you reassure me comfortingly. you couldn't tell i felt weird at all, you say i'm acting perfectly normal as you run your hand over my lower stomach. i turn red, embarrassed at how hard i get about it and confused why i am. you turn my vibrator up and i can't stifle back a moan.
