A Fig And A Whip
In a long post from Patty that features figging, whipping, and a great deal more, she writes of her experience with a well-carved large ginger fig:
His index finger, wet with cold water from the ginger bowl touched and circled my anus.
“Ungh!” I whimpered.
“That good huh?” he chuckled as persistent circling pressure allowed his digit to breach my sphincter and make my whole body lurch. “Don’t fight it honey, just breath and go with it.”
I knew what was next though. I’d carved the thing. I knew how thick, juicy and fresh it was. Even if it had been soaking in cold water for hours, I knew its oily juices were immune to water and were just waiting to burst and infuse out of it as soon as it found a warm inviting place. Osmosis and diffusion were about to invade my reality. If the separating membrane will permit it, substances will tend to move from areas of high concentration to areas of low concentration in an attempt to equalize. Of course we all know that there’s no natural ginger juice in the human anus. So you just know what that evil substance was going to do in a few minutes. It had no choice after all. While I was going to try to obey a law outside my own will, it had to. Would that my obedience could be so easy, unquestioning and pure…
Strange, the places my mind wanders huh? I needed the brief distraction of that odd mental journey while Fred rimmed and made my ass ready for the ginger root. The actual placement of the root plug was a minor triumph for my mind. Anal play is something that I find to be incredibly challenging. Yes it can feel very good when undertaken with the right care, but if we never did it I’d be fine and complete and never want it. Fred knows my ambivalence, and he likes to challenge and exercise it.
After he place the root inside my anus, Fred pushed me off his lap and down onto my knees between his feet.
“Squeeze it tight! Clench those cum muscles around it,” he slapped my breasts and then grabbed my chin and held it so I had to look into his eyes. “Squeeze it Patty. Make it burn.”
I did. For several minutes Fred held my face and watched my torment and submission evolve as my anus obediently contracted around the spicy root again and again. I reveled watching him take in and use my torment as fodder, and I embraced the sensations as a test of my submission.
— snip —
His cock easily breached my slick contracting pussy, ramming fully inside me grinding the ginger plug with each thrust. In three maybe for thrusts, he’d pushed me back up to an even more intense climax and then I lost all track of time. My world consisted only of my pussy, my ginger plugged heat infused anus, and Fred’s thrusting cock. I could have stayed there indefinitely, as it was Fred was really pushing to prolong his experience so me getting lost in the bliss was a good thing. When he did come we were both completely spent. Only one of my legs got untied before we fell asleep spooned together. If Fred hadn’t moved to do that, we might have forgotten to take out the ginger too. I don’t want to know what state my anus would have been in if I’d slept with it in. I was still dealing with throbbing heat down there well into the middle of the next day.