Figging: Anal Discipline

Yet another happy figging customer, is Tiggr from A Spanking Good Time. She had a quiet night to herself, and a hand of ginger:

As I began to scrape the skin from the heavily-scented root, my mind swirled and reeled. I decided to cut off the slightly smaller appendage protruding from the side of the finger and quickly wrapped it back up and put it back in the crisper. Then I turned my attention to doing my best to carve a suitable “plug” of the smelly stuff.

Keep in mind that even the remaining, peeled finger was HUGE… nearly as wide as my very sturdy blue butt plug. I ran the root under the cold water for a long time, letting it absorb the clean, fresh coldness and chill substantially between my fingers.

It was time. I gulped and swallowed and felt the butterflies flying freely up into my throat.

You can read all about her experience where she posted it, but I have to quote the great testimonial at the end:

Now, for anyone who has ever even remotely considered giving ginger a try, I will simply say:

DO IT NOW… right now! Don’t walk, RUN, to your nearest grocery store, stopping by the kitchen for a knife on your way to the bedroom. I’ve never felt anything quite like this…

It was like the world’s longest, slowest and most intense full-body orgasm without ever actually physically coming. Oh, it was definitely physical in every way… my bottom tightened convulsively around the ginger, over and over again. I wasn’t really sure whether my most intimate skin was trying to get closer to or farther from the intensity of the sensations. But my pussy’s clenching was unmistakably wanting.

I burned with desire and passion and heat and longing and intensity like I’ve never felt before. As I just sat back and absorbed the sensations, I noticed them beginning to fade and I was actually very sorry to feel the heat cool. It occurred to me only moments before the fading started that I really should have peeled that smaller appendage ad inserted it in my pussy early on. But since the large one was fading quickly, I decided to save it for another adventure soon (I hope).

As the last remnants of warmth faded, my pussy’s need overwhelmed me and I decided that I simply must grasp the opportunity to physically come while the ginger was still embedded deep in my bottom. So I headed to the bedroom, grabbed my vibrator and rolled myself onto the bed with my legs spread. It took only seconds for that weak-batteried old vibe to bring forth a body shuddering orgasm, followed almost immediately by another.