Figging: Anal Discipline

Here’s just the beginning of a long and erotic figging fantasy by Zille Defeu:

My ankles and wrists are in the leather cuffs, which are clipped to the O-rings on the legs of the chair. I can squirm, but I can’t do anything else.

And I’m about to squirm. Because you have the ginger plug which you made me carve – how sadistic to make me create the instrument of my own torture!

You wet it with some cold water, and take a wet finger and tease my anus with it, making me involuntarily tighten up. You laugh and tell me that I can’t keep the ginger out – that since you want it up there, I have no choice in the matter.

When you first start to slide the ginger in, it’s just a cool, slightly wet penetration. I’m used to more lube, so as the wide end is slowly but inexorably pushed inside me, I moan with the feeling of being stretched. And perhaps it’s a moan of fear, as well, because I know it’s soon going to be burning me in my most sensitive place.

You’re talking to me, telling me that I have shown a distinct lack of discipline recently, and that you’re going to teach me some, right now. You tell me I will have this ginger in me for at least 20 minutes, maybe half an hour. At the moment, my biggest concern is how my hips will feel bent over this wooden stool for that long. But that will soon change.