Fire In Her Holes
From Rhapsody in Red comes yet another account of a much-appreciated first-time figging:
Let me start this by saying that ginger root is a terrible, devilish, evil thing. I love it. I got my first figging this week, and it was everything I hoped it would be, and every bit as bad as I thought it would be.
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We peeled the ginger together down in the kitchen and then I ran upstairs to do the usual girly stuff before sex while he got his shit together and wandered upstairs. Well, I got a taste of what the ginger is like while peeling it. I had nicked my hand on something or other and got the juice in the cut and howled like a ninny for about five minutes. I’m still not sure whether I ran upstairs to get fixed up or to look for something to knock myself out on so I wouldn’t have to do the ginger thing. I WANTED it…..but sometimes in my mind things seem so much more fun than they really are. It’s like……wishing for a spanking. Then when the first whack hits your ass you’re screaming, “ohmygodohmygodohmygod, i’m such an IDIOT!!!” So, I was nervous about the ginger root. I’m not ashamed to admit it. But it wasn’t without cause, I assure you.
Eddie came up carrying the damned bits of root in a glass of cold water. Once he finally got me to lay down and stop twitching enough so that he could torture me with it, I’d worked myself into something of a nervous frenzy. I was excited–anticipating it…..and dreading it with every other bit of me. I’ve read Annie’s blog posts about figging (sorry for not looking up the specific posts), and expected the worst even though she takes it all so calmly.
Well, he rubbed a bit of it on my clit and it was FREEZING cold. It wasn’t just cold water in that glass, it was ice water. I about flew off the bed because it felt like my poor clit was going to be frostbitten and I wasn’t expecting that, I guess. Anyway, he worked the knob of ginger into my pussy and within a minute I was writhing. It could have been worse…..I mean….he could have poured hot oil on my pussy and then lit it on fire. I managed to keep from screaming by smothering myself with the pillow. He was insisting that I lay still, but the damn fool just doesn’t realized how fucking hard that is. That stuff MAKES you move. I swear. It comes with built in jitterbugs. I was trying so hard to hold still…..it just didn’t work very well at all. Apparently, I have no self control either because when he started fucking me with the root, I distinctly remember calling him several names….the nicest of which was something along the lines of heartless bastard. Meanwhile, with my pussy on fire and Eddie very obviously enjoying the show, he plugged my butt with another bit of root. Now, just let me say that my pussy apparently had NOT been on fire. Or if it was, it was a mild little smoldering fire. My asshole felt like he’d just shoved a blowtorch up inside me and went to town with it. Once again, I wished that he HAD tied me down since I was fairly certain that it was really going to hurt if I flew up off the bed much higher because there is a ceiling up there somewhere, and I haven’t got a rubber room yet.
Finally he ended up holding me around the calves and making me hold still. Now that can be construed as a kindness…..unless you take into account the fact that my legs had been wide apart and now they were held tightly together, squeezing those evil roots and intensifying the burn. Enter here another stream of expletives about a city block long, and you’ll have a relatively decent idea of how I was feeling.
Now, I have to point out that even though the burn was incredible, I was fighting with myself about whether I liked it or not. I am something of a pain slut….so it’s understandable that I enjoyed it quite a bit. But that root made me feel like I was going out of my mind. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to be fucked or beaten or hung up by my toenails in 5 degree weather to take my mind off of the burn. So, it does have it’s positive points. Especially since I like to be nice and snuggly. Because that nixed the hanging by my toenails in frigid weather idea and left only fucking and beating–both very good things in my mind.
By the time the stupid roots quit burning, I was dripping wet and nearly dying with the need to be fucked. We are definitely going to be trying ginger again……FREQUENTLY.