If you are not into BDSM play, you may or may not have heard of the term figging. Master recently made a post explaining the history, purpose and application of figging. I was quite surprised when I found out it's original use. Today He decided to have me experience this. I have to admit, I was rather terrified. Somehow I anticipated it hurting more then a severe caning, and I am not sure why, as I have never heard anyone explain what it was like.
While He sat at the table carving the ginger, explaining why the piece He had was so perfect with a smile on His face the entire time interrupted only by the occasional chuckle, I tried to pretend I was not scared. Though I did tell Him that I suspected it was medically unsafe and if it hurt too much I was going to call 911. He informed me that I would not be able to since I would be bound and that there was nothing unsafe about it as long as a person is not allergic to ginger. He seemed quite happy when He was finished His carving and I was amazed that this piece of ginger now resembled a butt plug.
He brought me into the bedroom and ordered me to disrobe. I did so while watching Him lay out lengths of rope and pile pillows on the bed. He bent me over them and bound my hands to my legs with my bottom exposed and lifted. This position never fails to make me deliciously nervous. It was a strangely different feel, the insertion of the ginger into my anus. Master used cold water instead of lube which is startling enough. I expected it to be instantly excruciating, but this was also an incorrect expectation that only built up my fear.
He took His time working it into me, and before He had the ginger fully in place I could feel it's warm tingling begin burning inside of me. It was very subtle at first, making me think, phew, this is nothing, I can handle this. In no time at all though, it went from a subtle background experience to an intense tingling and burning that captured my entire consciousness. I quickly discovered if you do not move at all, the burning is lessened, but apparently this did not fall into Master's plans as He began to cane me. It amused Him greatly, if you clench your buttocks from the pain of the canes kiss, you squeeze onto the ginger and greatly intensify the burning.
I tried not moving and for the most part did well, except for the hardest strokes. I know I couldn't control my whimpering and moaning from the sensation at that point. And that is when Master decided to show me I truly had no control. He spanked me, which forced my buttocks to move, my anus to clench, and the burning to increase. He spanked me directly on the piece of ginger, which made it feel as though I were being penetrated over and over with a burning cock. The ginger's tingling fire continued to increase inside of me, though I noticed my body would learn to adapt in some small way to whatever He was doing to cause me to move.
When the Hitachi came out however, and Master used it on my clit, sliding His fingers in and out of me, I could do nothing but beg Him to stop moving me and scream for Him to please stop making me clench inside. His fingers inside of me caused the pain to intensify far more then the cane strokes did, and my body did not adapt, it moved inside and I lost all control over it. He gave me permission to cum if I could and all I could do was imagine how much it would burn and hurt to contract with orgasm around the ginger in my bottom. I did not think there was any way that would happen, but Master is a most patient and persistent Man. I orgasmed for Him, contracting over and over on the burning ginger, and cried out so long and hard I felt inhuman. It was as though I came fire and the incredible intensity left me in a state of blissful tears.
The burning lasted all together around 20-30 minutes inside of me. Less intense at the beginning and end, dissipating out into an enjoyable sensation. The removal of the ginger was far more intense for me then it's insertion because it refreshed the tingling burn. Master used me for His pleasure while I was still bound and tingling. The feeling of Him inside of me, and the movement of His thrusts against my sore, burning bottom were intense and delicious.
I never could have imagined telling you yesterday that I loved being figged, and yet I did. It was intense, and even though it hurt and it burned it was simultaneously stimulating and arousing everything inside of me. The combination was extremely powerful and the experience ended up being deeply erotic and enjoyed by us both. There is no lingering effect or sensation from the ginger, and I am a happy and well used slave.
Figging may be something you desire to experience. I would recommend reading Master's article on the application here, and I truly hope you enjoy it as much as we did!