Figging In Bondage
Here’s a blog account of a bondage figging, albeit not one that she seems to have enjoyed so much:
Not long after he hogtied me on my stomach, tying my wrists and ankles together tightly. Master made the tie even more strict by shoving his sleeping bag roll under my wrists, pulling my body into a bow shape. He also tied my legs apart, so I couldn’t protect my cunt or ass. He left me that way while he went to get the ginger root; he sliced off a piece and stuck it by my nose…at that point, I was getting apprehensive. It wasn’t long before he had it ready, and then he very slowly pushed it in my ass.
The ginger root didn’t hurt at first; and I really didn’t feel it for a minute or two. However, it didn’t take long before the ginger started to burn my ass…and to make things worse, Master had gone and got a cup of icecubes, which he now rubbed on my cunt and clit. I *hate* ice there! It made the ginger harder to take, I think, because I was clenching and trying to move away from the ice, and thus increasing the effects of it. He was nice enough to use a vibe here and there too, but he always returned to the ice. The ginger felt like it was burning the inside of my ass with a tiny blowtorch.
Pretty soon, I was begging for him to take the ginger out. It was burning worse and worse, and I really felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. His repsonse? “No, bitch.” Mmm. I always like when he calls me that; it makes me feel so bad, yet loved. Strange, I know. It did scare me, too, though. I know I pleaded with him to take it out a few more times, before I started crying. He in turn threatned to leave it in all night. I think the ginger had been in for about 20 minutes then, and the burn was only intensifying, not dying off. It was nothing like IcyHot, or like I thought it would be. Big strong pet, thinking she could take it, and couldn’t! Hahaha.
Master untied my hogtie around this point, because my hands and feet were starting to go numb. It was a relief when he untied me; even though I like being stringently bound. Numb hands and feet aren’t fun. Master also took the ginger out about that time, which I was also very happy about.