Figging: Anal Discipline

And of course, that means ginger up the butt! Heather explains in our Figging.com Forums:

Sir finally walks in, and places in front of my face a butt plug made of ginger. It smells amazing.

Really, they could make it into a fragrance and it would be all the rage.

“Are you focused?” Of course not, I want to say, but I know better.

“I’m focused on the scent Sir. May I ask what is that?”

“It’s called Ginger and it won’t be the smell that you’ll be focused on for very long. Tonight is the first of your Friday Ass-Fucking Nights. I want you to be very focused on your asshole throughout this entire discipline session. Do you understand Heather?”

“Yes Sir. I am to be totally focused on my asshole until you instruct otherwise.”

“Good. To aid you in that endeavor, I’ve made you this present. You’ll have it in for 25 minutes, after which I will lube you up and take your ass. For the position you will hold I want your ass up as high as possible and I want you to bend so that your nipples just touch the bed spread. Face forward and staring at the headboard. But first spread your cheeks for me darlin.”

Immediate compliance is generally the best bet and has never served me poorly before. So I lean forward, rest my chest on the bed turning my face to him and grab a good amount of each cheek and pull taught. Not so tight that movement is painful, but enough so that I’m fully visible and accessible to Sir. With a little bit of spit, sir eases the veggie-plug into me.

“Get into position! You will be clenching your butt for me for 60 seconds at a time, followed by 30 seconds of rest. I have the stop watch and will let you know when to switch. You’ll have one warning if I feel you aren’t clenching hard enough. After that, there will be additional repercussions. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir. Um, sir, it’s starting to get a little warm and tingly?”

“Perfect, that means it’s working. Begin clenching now.”

The first 60 seconds just had a slight increase in that pleasurable warmth. This really isn’t bad at all. I wonder why Sir would think I wouldn’t clench appropriately? The second 60 seconds showed that the we hadn’t reached the plateau yet, and it might still get more intense! By the fifth clench, there was no doubt in my mind — this fucking hurt! My ass was on fire. If I could play with my clit a little, it would completely distract me and I’d be able to handle it no problem. But that was Sir’s intent- to make me aware of nothing but my poor asshole!

Somewhere around my fifteenth minute of clenching Sir gave me my first warning. But how could I keep clenching? My butt was tired and every time I clenched it just made the ginger burn that much more intensely! The next minute, he said calmly, “You’ve earned an infraction.”