Another Experience Of Figging
This account comes from The Art of Slavery, where there are also a couple of (still rare on the internet) figging photos:
It was a strangely different feel, the insertion of the ginger into my anus. Master used cold water instead of lube which is startling enough. I expected it to be instantly excruciating, but this was also an incorrect expectation that only built up my fear.
He took His time working it into me, and before He had the ginger fully in place I could feel it’s warm tingling begin burning inside of me. It was very subtle at first, making me think, phew, this is nothing, I can handle this. In no time at all though, it went from a subtle background experience to an intense tingling and burning that captured my entire consciousness. I quickly discovered if you do not move at all, the burning is lessened, but apparently this did not fall into Master’s plans as He began to cane me. It amused Him greatly, if you clench your buttocks from the pain of the canes kiss, you squeeze onto the ginger and greatly intensify the burning.
I tried not moving and for the most part did well, except for the hardest strokes. I know I couldn’t control my whimpering and moaning from the sensation at that point. And that is when Master decided to show me I truly had no control. He spanked me, which forced my buttocks to move, my anus to clench, and the burning to increase. He spanked me directly on the piece of ginger, which made it feel as though I were being penetrated over and over with a burning cock. The ginger’s tingling fire continued to increase inside of me, though I noticed my body would learn to adapt in some small way to whatever He was doing to cause me to move.
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The burning lasted all together around 20-30 minutes inside of me. Less intense at the beginning and end, dissipating out into an enjoyable sensation. The removal of the ginger was far more intense for me then it’s insertion because it refreshed the tingling burn. Master used me for His pleasure while I was still bound and tingling. The feeling of Him inside of me, and the movement of His thrusts against my sore, burning bottom were intense and delicious.