Facebook has lately been showing me advertisements from a mattress company called “Big Fig” and for obvious reasons, I find this deeply hilarious. Tagline “Blink and you’ll miss something big!” Oh, no, honey, I don’t think you’ll miss it. Not if it’s inserted properly!
Caning and figging: two fun things that are funner together!
Someone’s been having fun tonight, but I’m not sure it’s the spanked girl with the ginger fig up her butt!
Artwork is by Sankaku Atama.
Her bottom is already hot and bruised from a long spanking session with a wooden paddle. And her ginger fig is peeled and ready to insert! She’ll be feeling the burn all night at this rate…
Julie wrote on her blog:
This girl was blindfolded and she wore a leather collar, but in her case it was part of a harness that also framed her tits. The position she was in was uncomfortable and then he put something into her anus. Something which felt a bit like a plug, but then again not. Whatever it was, she was sure he hadn’t put it in properly and she said so. He laughed and said it was definitely in!
He put on some music, something pretty erotic. Then out came the Hitachi and everything changed. Damn that man for giving this girl such an amazing orgasm and then leaving the thing in place. Gradually the anxiety about not wanting to be there subsided, and the burning in her bottom started to grow. What the hell is that, this girl thought to herself. She wasn’t able to think much about it though since He started to use the violet wand with its various attachments. Some of those are very pleasant, and some are downright painful. But painful in a nice way (damn Him). There was also flogging of the inner thighs and the cunt. Plus there was the horrible snake thing which girl doesn’t like and we now realise she might be a bit allergic to. But anyway, senses were in overdrive, and Madonna was belting out “Deeper” just as Master decided to do just that.
This girl felt the warmth of His body between her spread legs and felt Him plunge deep inside her. Suddenly too she remembered exactly what she needed and today, what she needed, she got.
It transpires that the ginger this girl found in Master’s fridge yesterday was not there for cooking specifically, but to be inserted into her arse. This girl has been figged and tied to the Erotica Album by Madonna.
Did she forget her safeword, or forget to have one? Differences are crucial!
This cute figging cartoon is by Nightglare.
The empty bottle of Tobasco sauce may explain the wide eyes on our bondage enema beauty. Or possibly, if we read the hash marks, the fact that this is the seventh syringe full of spicy enema solution to go into her bottom:
Thai dragon peppers make a very special stuffing for a certain sort of cooking show, if you know what I mean and I think you do:
Panels are from In The Kitchen With Dolcetta, a comic by Dr. Faustus and Dark Vanessa.
She simply could not stop cursing her Master during punishments. Repeated mouthsoapings did not do the trick. So he decided to have his slave trainer try to burn out the bad language:
From Real Time Bondage.
These tourists took off their bathing suits in the wrong third-world country. This figging is just the prelude to the bamboo caning they are going to be getting:
The artist is Silvio Dante, for a website that no longer exists.
Sometimes people have very detailed figging-type fantasies. I saw this one in a comment on Spanking Blog (where I think it may have since been deleted, as it was completely unrelated to the post where it was put):
Ok melt four ounces of clear glycerin soap. Add 2 tablespoons hot chili powder 2 tablespoons hot curry powder mix well. Pour into zip lock bag. Twist until all solution is in one corner of bag. Allow to cool and harden remove bag from suppository. Cut the suppository flat at the largest point this will make it so it cannot be pushed back out until it has melted. Which is going to be the worst hour of her life.
Have her strip and bend over the bed and spread herself open. Lube her anus well with your finger. Take the suppository and work it in and out for a minute or two. When it is getting close tell her to push out. This is when you force it in hard and fast. At this point she will be screaming. Let her stop screaming then she will realize that there is a fire inside her like she has never felt. She will beg to use the restroom. For which you have locked and have the key in your pocket. Tell her she may use the restroom after she receives 100 with your belt. And give you head and swallows every last bit of cum you give her.
When she is done she will think that she has been through hell and back but the truth of the matter is most women cannot push the large suppository out for at least several hours and the burning just get stronger and stronger with no other stimulation she will beg for your mercy.
At this point tell her you are going out and will be back in approximately four hours. Tell her to be bent over and ready for anal sex when you get home.
When you get home without saying a word you take her ass as hard and as fast as you can…
I think this guy may have anger issues? But the make-your-own-suppository angle is creative.
A nice closeup of a woman figged from the Erectus tumblr. With this caption: “Carve a ginger root. Insert it in her anus. Figging, it’s that easy!”
This cute figging photo is via Christy Cutie’s blog:
It’s by Assume The Position Studios (for whom Christy is a frequent model) and I assume it’s from one of their Clips4Sale movies, but I don’t know which one.
There’s a nice figging photo on Tumblr of a girl with a well-spanked bottom and a ginger fig inserted. Enjoy!
Buried in a parody-superhero sex comic called Caged Lynx I found this charming little scene involving a power-tool dildo covered in hot sauce, and the anal parts of our misfortunate caged super-heroine:
Howlin’ Jack’s Lube … what do you want to bet it comes in “Howlin’ Hot Sauce”, “Howlin’ Jalepeno”, and “Special Scotch Bonnet Atomic Fireball” flavors?
Via ErosBlog.
This tweet is all we know:
The #gruepitt3 begins with @ropeboi presenting on how to make & use frozen wasabi lubesicles. Yes. That’s right. ow.ly/i/1Z9gG
— Graydancer (@Graydancer) April 27, 2013
From the link, they look like this:
All of us here at Figging.com — and all of Stoya’s many fans — would probably like more details about this tingly sex mistake:
Laughing together about something awkward and then moving on is a useful skill. It comes in very handy when, for instance … one of your holes starts making weird noises, when a cat jumps on your head midcoitus, or someone thinks the bottle of Tiger Balm on your windowsill is lube. All of these things have happened to me at least once.
When I saw the phrase “she got something painful squirted in her eyes” in the context of a report on Bondage Blog about a young woman voluntarily undergoing faux cosmetic testing as it is said to be practiced on animals, I had to follow up. Chemical pain play of all kinds is part of the realm of interest we report on here at Figging.com, but usually the eyes are off limits, making them a playground only for abusive police. Squirting painful liquid in her eyes with her consent? That’s rare.
Following the link, we find dramatic pictures:
However, the stuff squirted in her eyes is identified only as “irritants”. Capsaicin this probably was not! My guess would be a mild soap solution…at worst.
The Wanton Wife recently posted this account of her recent figging:
Methodically i put my cuffs on, turn on the music and kneel on the bed. He comes up behind me. On the bed, He places my pink vibrator and the bowl with the ginger in it.
As the music fills the room, He begins to spank my arse. Warming me up.
…
Then He stops, leans forward and slides His tongue along the cleft between my cheeks and plunges His tongue in. The warmth of His tongue feels so good as He readies me to take the ginger root up my arse.
Next, He picks up the piece of ginger and i feel the cold droplets of water as they drip on my cheeks.
“I don’t know if it’s going to fit.” He teases.
You know, in retrospect i was rather ambitious on the size and the next time we try it, the ginger plug will be much smaller. Rough lesson learned!
He spreads my arse cheeks and slowly begins to insert the ginger root into my tight hole. The coldness causes me to gasp out loud. my arse expands painfully to accommodate the girth of the root. Little by little He works the root deeper, almost forcing it in.
“It feels so deep Sir,” i whimper slightly and He chuckles.
Finally at last, the ginger is embedded in me and He releases my cheeks. He caresses my bottom gently then swiftly spanks me.
…
I feel a warmth spread through me. It’s similar the feel of the warmth of the sun shining on you during a temperate summer day, but the heat is localized, centralized deep in your core.
i close my eyes as pleasure floods through my body. The delicious heat creeps over me. Little tingles begin in my toes and leisurely travel up me.
There’s lots more, but I think you can see from these excerpts that figging has gained another fan.
#WhatHurtsTheMost is when that sadistic bastard puts Tiger Balm in a place the sun never shines. It’s like figging, but worse.
— A wild ASH appears! (@StrayLilCat) January 16, 2013
Bondage Blog found a cute chastity-belt anime picture:
There’s a fun little story that goes with it:
In her pussy, she has a large fire egg, carved from rough coral, that’s been coated in butter and well-refrigerated.
Why call it a fire egg, if it was refrigerated? Well, the cold butter is in layers, and it’s melting now. The outer layer was just butter, but that’s all gone. She’s just discovering that the next layer, just starting to melt out of the pores of the surprisingly rough coral, is a spicy Jalapeño butter. What she doesn’t know yet is that jammed into the deepest pores of the coral is a nasty habanero butter, about fifty times hotter…
Meanwhile, for contrast, in her bottom she’s got a well-carved plug of ginger. So she wants the key. She wants it bad.
Oh, that’s not nice — and it’s never a good sign when your non-consensual chemical-play makes the police blogger:
There was plenty enough wrongness in this artwork of force-feminized cat and vengeful mouse and giant strap-on-packing mouse-dominatrix:
And then ErosBlog had to speculate about Jerry looking for the jalapeño lube. Injury to insult, I’m thinking!
Somebody posted a question about figging on a BDSM sub-Reddit a few days ago, and the discussion so far is fairly helpful, with people who know correcting some of the ignorant fears people often have about figging. Check it out, and maybe participate!
Somebody out there is fondling the ginger a little bit too warmly at Price Choppers. Show some discretion, I fear you’re freaking the mundanes:
now that I’ve learned figging exists i just can’t help but be creeped out by the lady scoping out ginger root at p-chops
Agnes Teesdale wrote an article for the SF Weekly called BDSM 101: Figging, or You’ll Never Look At Ginger The Same Way Again. In it she says in part:
[W]hen I first heard about figging, a now somewhat popular BDSM practice that involves ginger used as a buttplug…I became fascinated with what sort of sensations raw ginger exposed to such a sensitive area could create. Since I am a dominatrix, getting a willing partner was as easy as blogging about my new interest.
…
I carved my ginger in my dungeon, smoothing out its edges and leaving a solid base so that it wouldn’t disappear up my slave’s ass. After dipping it in cool water, I inserted it and waited for the burn. It was delightful. Or at least, I found his noises delightful. Having never played with this toy before, I stuck to my Victorian erotic classic: I gave him a good spanking and that was that.
This so-called “prank” video doesn’t strike me as particularly funny, but it does feature a cute blonde woman being tricked into eating sushi laced with a 2,000,000 Scovilles capsaicin product. Her distress is evident:
Seeing as how these two apparently “enjoy” a prank-counterprank relationship, I can only hope she gloves up and gives him a Ben-Gay handjob when he’s expecting lotion.
I think somebody got the wrong memo:
I learned via twitter, that figging is sticking garlic cloves up your partner’s anus during sex. #Themoreyouknow
I’ve never heard of anybody doing this, and I don’t think it would be very effective. Whether or not garlic is volatile enough to cause a sensation (and it might be) it’s got a smooth surface even after you peel it; I’m not sure there’d be a lot of effect. Always willing to learn new things, but until I do I’m gonna opine that somebody was screwing with our reporter (or vice versa).
So Jade got figged, and liked it:
I know, I wasn’t supposed to like it, and there were times when it quite uncomfortable, but mostly, it was a good sensation, even the burning. But then again, I ask for Ben Gay sex, so maybe I am not a reliable witness to this sort of play.
The pic at that link doesn’t show the figging explicitly, but she’s subsequently posted two pics here of the ginger being rubbed on her pussy.
Kinkster Franklin Veaux (you may know him on the web from his famous sex map) tweets:
Question for the Kinkyweb: Was asked about using ginger essential oils instead of ginger root for figging. I’m skeptical; thoughts?
— franklin veaux (@franklinveaux) November 20, 2012
My instant thought was “Sure, why not? It will work (for certain values of work). But I don’t think it would quite be a proper figging.”
All of my experience is with the root. The carved root has bulk and texture that stretches the anal membranes and enhances the effect of the ginger juice on the surface of the root. I’m not convinced that a smooth oily toy (or gloved finger) would feel at all similar.
What’s more, fresh ginger juice is very aromatic and complex. Whatever apothecarian process you use to capture those aromatics and bind them up in oil is likely to be incomplete; you’ll get some of the virtue, but I’d worry you won’t get it all. Will the resulting oil cause warmth and tingling and possibly (depending on concentrations and dosages, something that’s not a worry with the fresh root) pain? Sure. And in its broadest sense, the figging fetish encompasses just about any chemicals people put on their tender bits. But it won’t be the fresh-root sensation that true figging fans have learned to love (and hate).
I’ve not personally tried ginger oil, but I did have some strong “essence of rosemary” oil once that I’d used (a few drops at a time) to scent massage oil. It made my girlfriend smell like a cooking turkey (yum!) (and that’s a whole ‘nother fetish for ya) but it also had a substantial warming effect when the massage got personal, to the point where she was vocalizing and writhing (in a good way). So that essential oil (especially if not diluted in quite so much olive oil) would definitely have been entertaining in a figging-style anal application. Other people have reported very effective sensations with peppermint and cinnamon oil, although I think an appropriate level of dilution is probably called for:
“The one and only time we used the cinnamon oil I thought my clit was going to be seared off. It wasn’t but I have heard of cinnamon oil raising blisters.”
Hot pepper oil, too, is sold on grocery store shelves and has frequently been used in BDSM, although most accounts suggests it’s very intense and cruel, with no way to dial it back when enough fun has been had.
That’s a key feature of figging with ginger root. When you take out a ginger root, the sensation begins to taper off quite rapidly. Not instantly, no, but quite soon. Oils aren’t easy to wash off skin, especially tender skin that’s already quite sore. So when you “fig” with warming oils, you’re signing up for a much longer ride with no quick way to get off. Not a problem if that’s the game you both want to be playing, but not as convenient as regular ginger figging.
A brutal but nice caning and figging photo goes with this:
The insertion of freshly peeled ginger into the asshole of the slave girls, just before the spanking, deprived them from the ability to tense up their bodies and forced them to fully experience the upcoming dance of the riding crop on their butts.
This bondage figging picture is, I think, a screencap from one of the movie clips that’s all over the tubes. If anybody knows the original source of this movie (the original publishers, the name of the movie it appeared it, that sort of thing, not just another stolen copy on another sleazy tube site) please comment!
Bondage figging picture
It’s a very short vignette, that starts like this:
Tears were in Rose’s eyes, and the noises she was making into the gag were driving the Doctor crazy. But he held his hand steady on her clit, watching her face as the sliver of ginger there steadily burned desire into her…
He got punished by his wife with a BenGay handjob, but then for added pain he got the ginger sliver right up his urethra:
Too many posts to the blog yesterday earned me “The suffer in silence” treatment again. However this time with a twist. This time with a Cock fig for additional pain and discomfort. Up until today this is one of the worst punishments I have EVER received.
The ginger slice (4 cm long) stuffed into my urethra caused a SEVERE burning pain that just wouldn’t go away until my wife removed it after my hour in solitude. I was drenched in sweat and that hour seemed like an eternity.
She calls it a punishment, but since her “Pet” asked for it, I’m a little skeptical about the effectiveness:
The punishment side of the three days happened on Thursday. Pet had told me about a new thing she wanted to try, ‘figging’. Which basically means putting peeled ginger in certain places. From Pet’s reaction, it seemed like on of the most painful half an hour of her life which is good to watch.
It is important to understand that “figging” does not typically involve the use of actual figs.
These people? Got that wrong.
(Actually, I think it quite likely that they grokked proper figging; this can only be intended as a deliciously filthy visual pun.)
Figging.com having no linguists on staff who can translate Spanish, we’re going with machine translation for this page, which also has some very nice photos of an ass-and-pussy figging in progress. The machine translation is far from perfect, but better than nothing:
SESSION WITH GINGER
We sit, I watching with expectation as he peels a piece of ginger, prepares calmly looking at me from time to time as trying to figure out who I will be spending mind.
Since according to the shape and smoothness intended to give me orders that I lie and slowly introduces one into the anus, and another in the pussy and stares as react.
A slight warm sensation at first, to go heating up the heat from the burning, itching simultaneously, I tingle penetrates the skin.
My whole body writhes, hoping as time passes go reducing the intensity, which is not true.
Each time the burning, itching, stinging is increasing, I have wanted to withdraw, but he, anticipating my reaction I ordered not occur to me to take it off.
Really not take it anymore, I is burning and stinging so heinous, I only wish that done to recover my normal state.
After removing the burning tapers quickly, but the itch takes a little longer to disappear. I’m still somewhat altered, but I’m slowly recovering. It was a different experience, but something tortuous, it’s like having a live coal in inside me burning my insides.
Spotted on Tumblr: “I believe this pussy-cleaning kit comes with a stiff toothbrush and a small bottle of extra-concentrated Habenero chili sauce.”
Backup link here.
Yes. Apparently “there is no better punishment than a plug shaped bar of Ivory up the ol’ ass. Burns and stings like crazy.”
This is captioned “ginger root punishment” but if it’s such a punishment, why is his dick leaking so much pre-cum?
(backup tumblr link to same pic)
I don’t know how long a link to one of these TwitPics will last, but here goes for now: The Ginger Fig Is In.
Update: Had that drafted up there already, then the rest of the story came out via a tweeted link:
I have never heard so much noise from one person, anyone would have though a nuclear test had just gone off in her arse! Wriggling like a worm all over the bed moaning about how much this figging lark hurts. And begging me to stop!
For the sake of science, i thought the figging should go on and made sure it did.
My experiment I have to say lasted less than 10 mins, which is bollocks really and I personally think slave should be shown again. All she could do to sum it up, was to say it was like putting aftershave on your pussy but 10 times worse. Something we tried many years ago.
Uh, oh … it looks like somebody is gonna get a proper pepper sauce figging tonight. That’s getting the hot shot right where it counts!
Found it on Instagram.
Ginger, striped bottom — now, this is the kind of figging porn I’ve been waiting for!
Figging is still an ultra-niche fetish, but clips of it are not quite the purple-unicorn rarities that they used to be. The photo above advertises a “figging herself for daddy” age-play fantasy figging clip by Maggie Mayhem (@msmaggiemayhem) on the amateur porn clips site Extra Lunch Money. The link is Daddy Diaries Chapter One: Figging but you may have to click it twice; Extra Lunch Money pops an adult-content click-through the first time you land there, and then they don’t successfully pass you to your destination if you had clicked an internal site link to arrive there. Instead, they dump you on the front page.
There’s very little documented history of the figging fetish; most of what’s available amounts to speculation, legends, and oft-repeated notions from a few of the figging files that circulated on the early internet. But lately out on the internets there’s been a trending new notion that’s being repeated as fact wherever somebody casually tries to explain what figging is all about. The notion is that figging is specifically something that was done to Victorian wives (as opposed, I suppose, to anybody not wifely who might be getting a punishment or a kinky fucking).
We know this notion is new(ish) to the internet because back when Figging.com was new, I Googled “all the things” that had figging as a keyword, and looked at them all. (It was a pretty short list, and they’re pretty much all mentioned, summarized, or reproduced in the first dozen posts here on Figging.com.) Horses, yes; wives (specifically), no.
So after encountering this “figging for Victorian wives” notion several times in recent months, I did some looking, and sure enough, found what I think is the source. It’s a place Figging.com has been before, but I didn’t pay the “color commentary” enough attention at the time, I guess. There’s a paragraph here that’s the source of this meme, I believe:
There is some mention of the act of figging in Victorian literature. It could have started with the punishment of school children, but it’s well known, and widely accepted in scholarly circles, that Victorians were quite kinky in their bedroom play and many men of the era enjoyed spanking games with their wives. Since we have evidence that they used methods such as bare hands, caning, and riding crops, it’s likely that someone was watching horses and decided to plug his wife with a bit of ginger while applying a crop to her backside and riding her round the room.
It’s a nifty notion, possibly even a true notion, but it’s utterly unsupported by citation or evidence. In short, it’s just speculation.
There is a well-documented strain of Victorian sexual behavior that places kinky behavior in houses of prostitution, some of which were highly specialized in the satisfaction of peculiar fetishes. My own speculation would put figging as a practice more likely to have occurred in those settings, which were already socially-optimized for transgressive sexual practices.
So, the next time you see it repeated as fact that figging is something Victorian men did to or with their wives, specifically? Now you know where it came from.
This turned up in a figging web search and I’m not quite certain I fully understand what we have here. But I believe it’s a fanfic about a figging scene between two of the male actors from the Lord Of The Rings, set in an imagined context in which they are living together as lovers. This is only a very partial excerpt of the figging scene; the whole thing is here.
“Will this at any point involve branding?” Dom asks, trying for humor, but it occurs to him that the prospect is no joke; quickly he adds, “Egg timers? Aluminium foil?”
Elijah grins, a brief wide curl up of his mouth that lights up his eyes with amusement, and shakes his head, lowering the nib back on the carpet and reaching out for– Dom frowns, a lurch in his chest, as Lij’s hand reappears from between his legs holding a stainless steel vegetable peeler.
“Er… I thought you liked that I’m not circumcized.”
The new tool changes hands and Elijah smirks a vaguely negative expression, bends a third time then finally sits back on his heels. He’s holding a piece of… is that ginger root? Dom’s sure of it, but it still baffles him a bit, out of context like this. Elijah peels the root with brisk, sure movements, far from his normal behavior in the kitchen, all fumbly hesitant fingers. His face looks intent, his smile thin, focused.
The oil and sweat on Dom’s skin ought to be cooling by now, but he only feels a strange seeping warmth all over, his arms wavering from holding his position so long. At least he’s adjusting to the vibrator a bit, as long as he doesn’t move at all. “Can I,” Dom has to swallow to keep his words from rasping, “Can I ask what that’s for, then?”
“Wouldn’t you rather have the surprise?” Elijah asks, low and soft, with a throaty chuckle at the end; the sounds are so full of sex that the hair at the nape of Dom’s neck rise all at once, and his stomach settles. “Okay then,” Lij brushes efficiently aside the skin of the root and the peeler, knees an inch closer and displays its shaved plump phallic form to Dom. It’s rounded at the tip, a visible groove carved at the base of what looks now like a short-ish, semi thick plug with a slight flare at the end. “It’s ginger, I’m sure you recognized, and it’s going in your ass, baby, in place of the vibe. In a minute.”
“Ginger?” Dom catches a whiff of it, acid and spicy, and furrows his brow. “Is it a whole theme to this scene, then, honestly? Are you going to dress up as an Iron Chef?”
Elijah rises smooth and swift. “I don’t do roleplay much, remember?” He steps away and into the ensuite bathroom. From his vantage point Dom can’t see what he’s doing, only hears the water flow in the sink. Emerging back with pink scrubbed hands, holding the damp vegetable with only the tip of his fingers, Lij explains, “It’s an old practice, goes far back to the Victorian times at least. See, I’m all about educating you, Dommie. It’s called figging, there’s some controversy about why… but let’s not go into that.” He’s kneeling down behind Dom, shins shuffling noisy on the carpet. Dom’s muscles jump when a cold hand swats his ass quickly.
“The ginger’s juices are supposed to be incredibly aphrodisiac. Powerful. It’ll make you so horny you’ll be begging to come without even noticing you’re doing it.”
The vibration inside has dwindled and stopped, Dom realizes; he was apparently too busy listening to feel it immediately. The loss makes him shudder hard with anticipation, and a little dread, too. Forcing himself to maintain good posture and keep his stiff arms straight, he sets his jaw.
Elijah tugs the vibrator out. He’s so deft Dom barely feels his fingers, just the toy pulling out, the pressure of a new shape sliding gradually in, cool and strange. Once it’s well inside him, Elijah gives it a quarter-turn, and Dom wheezes a bit, shocked… it burns. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters, as he begins to understand just what he’s in for.
…
“It’s hot,” he gasps, as Elijah’s hands travel over him, too lightly, “uhm, it’s like jalapenos or curry or sommat. Spicy, but I tend not to put peppers or curry up my arse, like. Oh, fuck,” Dom nearly moans as the sensation grows and spreads and stimulates him, his cock heavy and aching, “fuck, it feels good in an awful sort of way. Christ.”
Elijah hums, wrapping his arm around Dom’s chest to pull him flush, free hand stealing down to wrap around his cock and slide up slowly, switching to a small back and forth under the head, twisting and pulling at the foreskin maddeningly as he waits for the effect of the ginger to strengthen and spread out.
Dom writhes, hips rocking forward to push in his hand then stilling with a whine when it only makes the plug inside burn brighter. “Ow, fucking– ow,” he pants, “it’s worse when I move!”
Smiling to himself, Lij lets him go, straightens on his knees and shuffles to the side, one hand splayed wide on Dom’s back, shoving a bit. “It’s the whole idea, love. So you should stay still, hmm? Down, on all fours, fold now. And once you’re there, don’t move.”
So I’m finally up on this twittery thing ( @FiggingDotCom ) and of course the first thing I did was interrogate the Twitter search box. “Oh Twitter search box, what can you tell me about figging?”
Imagine my delight to find a blog post about Riley Murphy’s new book in the Elora’s Cave Taboo line, which book is titled Reluctant Surrender and (duh) has figging in it:
Put the gloves on.”
He waited until she had them on before he said, “Now, would you like to know why we’re going to peel some of that gingerroot in the bag?”
“No.”
“Colin.”
“What? It’s the truth. I don’t want to know. You’re mad and…this?” She held up the root. “Looks scary.”
He took the swinging bag from her hand and after he removed the ginger, he began to prepare it. Slowly, he shaped the root, cutting two of the three fingers off before he smoothed the remaining one. He methodically peeled the stem down three-quarters of its length, leaving a good inch of peel on the bottom. Just above that line of skin, he cut a sizable groove.
“Your turn.” He passed it to her and waited for the questions to start.
“Why do you leave this part at the bottom alone?”
Reaching forward, he adjusted her hands and said, “Careful. You don’t want any nicks. You want it smooth as glass.” She nodded as he let go. “Unpeeled, ginger is harmless. That’s what you can hold on to without a glove.”
“Done.” She held it up and her pleased expression soon turned to shock. “This looks like a—wait, is this the BDSM version of washing my mouth out with soap?”
He’d been expecting her to say something, but this definitely wasn’t in the realm of what he’d anticipated. “Excuse me?”
“For breaking the rules you’re going to make me suck on it, aren’t you?”
“No.” He snatched it from her gloved hand before she dropped it, watching as she nearly wilted over the counter in obvious relief.
“Thank God. I was worried about that now that I know ginger burns.”
“I know.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Maybe you better tell me why we’re peeling it?”
“I’ve told you before, I’m old school. I’m going to spank you for breaking the rules and when I do,” he held up the ginger, “this is going to help you learn how to take the spanking I give you.”
She slapped her palms on the counter and pushed up until her shoulders were aligned in a perfect T. “We’ll address the spanking part in a minute, but for now? Teach me to take it? How?”
“Once inserted, it will stop you from clenching your ass when I spank you.”
Apparently, some people do not digest spices. I’ve heard other people talk about a bit of rectal burn after eating spicy food, but it does not happen to me; when I eat a spice, it gets digested. Apparently this is not the case for Margaret Cho, the comedian and uninhibited woman-about-town:
Ok my asshole is on fire and I know that this is only my own fault but it still hurts. I have a problem with spices, and it’s a Korean thing and I just wish my mouth would stop writing checks that my asshole cannot cash. I had salad with my friends John, Ian and Sarah last night, but they all had pizza, and so when the food came, there was the little red pepper shaker that people will use on their pizza along with parmesan cheese. I took the shaker and opened up the top and poured the chili pepper flakes onto my salad. There were a good 3-4 heaping spoonfuls of it. I am not sure how much exactly, but I am guessing by the violent hours I have spent on the toilet this morning, it was quite a lot.
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I eat it and enjoy the heat but I wish someone would tell my asshole because even though I love it going down, it’s a trial coming out. My hole is like “wtf?” and these blistering hot excretions really are a high price to pay for the flavor excitement of chili.
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.
She seems pretty pleased with her figged husband (it’s a picture link):
Hubby with his sweet ass in the air, ginger fig inserted, waiting for my cane…
We always have fresh ginger in the fridge. It’s such a versatile vegetable.
He writes:
Not the most attractive view but a photo taken of me with a ginger fig inserted and my ass in the air, waiting for my wife to put the camera away and get busy with her cane.
The Jalapeño peppers shown here as a protector-of-limited-modesty (originally for a PETA ad promoting vegetarianism, reaching us here via Kinky Delight) are, we presume, intended “for external use only”. But any true figging fan knows what to do when an opportunity like this arises:
Paltego is a submissive man who likes a lot of things. But he didn’t enjoy figging:
Unfortunately when I tried it, the only thing I could think of was curry. Red hot, melt the plastic bag, take-away curry. The kind I used to get in England after consuming many beers on a Friday night out. The kind that tasted so good at the time, but I always knew I’d pay for the next day. At any moment during the figging I expected the taste of stale lager in my mouth and a flock wallpaper flashback. The pain from the ginger wasn’t enough to be masochistically interesting, but it was enough to make me think of churning stomachs, hangovers and hours spent anchored to the porcelain throne.
Isn’t it amazing how strongly sense-memories can affect us? The other day I had a Tequila Sunrise. Enjoyed it, but didn’t enjoy quite so much the unexpected sensory flashback to a barely-remembered party some quarter century ago where I drank way too many of them. Same phenomenon, I’m thinking.
Fortunately all is not lost, because Paltego did find and include with his post a very nice picture of a man being figged while wearing a home-made version of The Humbler.
Remember Padme’s first figging? Well, she got another one:
I got to try Figging again! I had forgotten how much it burned!! Wow! My ass felt like it was on fire!! I also got a hard spanking from several different toys.
I love it when a good figging photo surfaces somewhere else on the net:
Tied up, well spanked, and figged
This is from the same Lupus Spanking photoshoot that was featured in this Figging.com post back in 2009:
Another Spanking And Figging Photo
She’s got a pepper up her butt. But I think it’s the wrong kind!
Icy Hot on her pussy, and she likes it:
Last night he used Icy Hot on my pussy for the first time. I had been feeling a little left out since he tried it on other ladies months ago. I think ultimately I liked it, but certainly there were moments when my cunt felt like it was on fire. The heat and pain would fluctuate. MasterDoc got ice cubes to cool it down, but for me cold is more painful than hot. I’d rather have the fiery labia than the sharp shock of cold on them.
He started off with some on my nipples; the sensation there was minimal. He threatened to pull back the clitoral hood and slap some right on to my clit, but it was initially a fake out and he rubbed some in to my labia.
It tingles, then it flares up. He applied more a little later and I paid attention to the ever changing sensations, trying to decide if I liked it or not. At times, it felt so inflamed that I imagined my labia to be greatly swollen. I suppose the thing that made me decide I ultimately liked the sensation was when he fucked me. My pussy was extra sensitive – on the outside. MasterDoc was careful not to get more than an incidental amount of Icy Hot inside.
Padme recently wrote about her first time being figged:
I got nervous as he started peeling the ginger. I came downstairs to twitter and a part of me wanted to run away. I was scared. I had the same feeling when I tried the violet wand the first time. I was terrified of it but had an experienced player use it on me the first time and I wound up loving it.
The same thing happened with the ginger root. I was scared to try it. But he wouldn’t allow me to chicken out. I was given the ginger root to examine before using it on my private parts. I noticed the really nice smell from it. I’m putting up a picture of it. You can see that I’m wearing my purple wrist cuffs as well as the schoolgirl skirt. :)
I wanted a spanking first before the Figging. He wanted to get straight to the point. He pulled down my panties and then ordered me to put the ginger root on my clit and all over my pussy. I did as I was told and held my breath. I didn’t feel anything for a few seconds but then…OMG!! It burned! Not a painful burn though. It felt good. Really, really good.
My clit was on fire and my pussy was soaking wet. It started to throb. The orgasms from the ginger were some of the biggest I’ve ever had! Wow! It is a very pleasurable stimulant and had me aroused to the point of insanity. I couldn’t get enough of Master’s fingers last night. Nothing can turn me on like him fingering me to an orgasm while telling me what he’s going to do next to me. He told me that he wanted my ass to hurt.
He had cut another piece of ginger root and that was going up my ass. It was shaped like a butt plug. He told me to turn over and lubed up my ass and then put the ginger root into it. Whoa….that was intense!! Really intense!
Especially when he grabbed the cane and started caning me. My ass didn’t like the ginger root though. It burned and I wanted it out. He told me to stay still for a good solid 10 more strokes with the cane. These ones were HARD!! I can still feel them today as I sit on my ass.
The intensity from the ginger didn’t last very long. Within about 5-10 minutes the sensation went away. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I had big orgasms from the experience and got to try something out for the first time.
This series of tweets about the fear of figging made me smile:
@MinxGrrl: Have I mentioned how fucking fantastic it is to fucking say fuck after having that no fucking cursing rule lifted by my generous sir is?
@MinxGrrl: Yeah, it’s very fucking generous since I stopped fucking tweeting for a fucking while. Fuck, I think he missed me ;-)
@MinxGrrl: And I didn’t tweet shit since I didn’t know if I’d get my mouth washed out, get figged or corner time so yeah, fuck yesss for fuck yesss! :D
I know! I know! Ginger!
Read I Don’t Know What’s Gotten Into Her, see if you agree…
Fresh peppers don’t have a ton of burny stuff on their skins. But they have enough, I think, to sting when you put them in a pussy.
Ahooa!
Ouch ouch ouch! Spanking Flicks has a scary video in which an Asian woman in bondage suffers most of a bottle of Tobasco sauce to be rubbed all over her clit and labia. That’s gotta burn!
Barely Pink again, this time on her recent figging and caning session:
I found myself involuntarily clenching against the root. It started to burn then. Slowly at first, but the burn gained momentum. By the time he pulled the cane out of his duffel bag, I was writhing against the pillows, wanting the root out but at the same time craving it deeper.
Clenching is irresistible after each cane stroke. But each time I did, each time I moved at all, the burn was intense. I willed myself to relax around the root, but even then I couldn’t forget that it was there. By the 20th stroke, I was crying but begging him to fuck me.
I was desperation defined.
Barely Pink gets a lot out of a chance meeting with an anonymous stranger over the bok choy in the produce section:
His hand settles decisively on the bok choy. Ah, a risk taker.
I study him. He looks to be a man versed in vegetables: lean and fierce, with an artistic air that is less calculated than natural. He is handsome, yes, but not obviously so. Distinguished, certainly. He could lead a conversation about gardening that would leave one’s thighs quaking for the moistness of dirt.
I follow him. He lingers at the ginger root, fingers it, and glances at me.
No, not so quiet, this man.
This is a most worthy figging link from Tumblr. It’s a vivid photograph of a ginger fig inserted in a powerfully-beaten bottom.
She writes:
This is me with a peeled ginger root (affectionately called figging) shoved up my whipped-for-my-Owner’s-pleasure ass. It is likely, given that today is Earth Day, that we will return to the roots and i will be figged again.
Has anyone else out there ever been figged before? Because i know that if you’ve ever experienced it, you can’t forget it.
Because Tumblr links have a sad history of going away, here are a couple of backup link locations: ( link link )
From Zille Defeu comes word of a figging experiment at My Whole Sex Life. They’ve got a basic instructable on figging, along with a data collection worksheet you can fill out and upload with your “results”.
The results, apparently, will be collated and reported on this page — which is also notable for having two good color high-resolution pictures of figging in progress. (Such pictures are, as fans of Figging.com will already know, incredibly rare on the internet.) One is of a woman being figged and caned, the other of a man being figged while wearing what looks like a home-made balls-bondage device similar in spirit to the notorious Humbler.
My only quibble with the figging instructions at My Whole Sex Life (unless you want to count the fact that they did not link here, he sniffed) is that some of the photographs of carved ginger figs strike me as excessively thin at the base. Yes, a recessed ring helps to improve retention of the ginger plug, but it also increases the risk that the ginger will snap at that location. You do not want ginger snaps in your butt!
When you use a big stick of peppermint candy like this, it’s got to tingle…
One of the entertaining things about the figging fetish is its bizarre obscurity; it’s one of the few sexual practices left that can still raise eyebrows when people hear about it for the first time, and it’s rare enough that this (hearing about it for the first time) is quite frequently observable “in the wild”.
A recent example pops up in this post and comment thread about pegging (female-dominant strap-on dildo sex):
OutofShell: i confess, i am one of those neurotic victorian types that’s totally freaked out by and avoidant of anything involving asses.
cand86: @OutofShell: Lol, considering all the spankings and figging (ginger in the tush) and whatnot going on behind closed doors in Victorian times, I’m not quite sure that’s the right adjective :)
Lux Alptraum: A partner once tried to fig me. As I recall, it was intensely painful and I had to tap out pretty quickly.
mledward: @cand86: Not to question anyone’s tastes, but finger in the tush? Or Ginger? Because ginger might burn. And it’s spindly.
Lux Alptraum: The burning aspect of ginger is the main point of figging.
BeckySharper: Apparently I have not read nearly enough Victorian porn, because I had NO idea what figging is until this thread. I think I’ll pass on the ginger in my figgy pudding, though. I hate anything that produces a burning sensation in my nether regions, including but not limited to alcoholic beverages, lack of lube, and Monistat-1. (Monistat-1 is like fucking napalm.)
The stills below illustrate a long chemical figging sequence from Device Bondage in which model Dia Zerva is tied up and has a strong greasy-looking fire sauce preparation rubbed in her anus and onto her clit:
It doesn’t take long for her to react to the astonishing pain:
And for the next twelve minutes, her screeching, crying, and jerking at her bonds grows more and more intense as the burn sets in:
Not even a big fat red ball gag and head harness can contain all her protests:
All in all, the sequence last for about twelve tortuous minutes. In order to see the whole movie, you have to buy the shoot via Kink On Demand, or subscribe to Device Bondage; once you’ve done so, there’s a 71 minute streaming movie available, and the pepper figging starts right about the fifty-minute mark.
From the promotional copy:
The climax of the show comes as Dia is bound on top of a box as Cyd thoroughly lathers her asshole, cunt and clit with his intense burning sauce. Dia’s screams, the look on her face, and her body movements and contortions are priceless as the sauce keeps getting hotter and hotter, seemingly with no upper limit.”
This very rough F/f BDSM gallery and flash movie doesn’t show actual figging penetration, and it’s something of a tease whether you’ll find that if you actually join the TopGrl site, which I haven’t. But they are so rough and hard core, my expectation is that you probably would — these are not the sort of pornographers to carve a great big honking fig, and then not penetrate somebody with it on camera.
And make no mistake, this is the largest ginger fig I’ve ever seen:
I did not know that ginger so large existed. Indeed, I’d suspect it of being a daikon radish or something, but they claim it’s ginger. And in this next photo, you can see the cut ends, which look very much like the cut ends of your standard dried up old hand of ginger:
The movie shows a bit more of these “lubricate the fig before you get it inserted” scenes, as well as part of the scene where it gets prepared and peeled:
Definitely a bit intimidating!
So Zille Defeu got punished, with figging and a caning:
I had her dress in her white spandex compression shorts. I then spanked her for a while before proceeding to the main event, as it were: ginger. At the weekend (actually, in the small hours of Sunday night after a friends birthday bash), we got a large chunk of a huge old ginger root. Zille had created an experimental holder from a retired butt plug, and fastened the ginger into the base of the thing.
It was a large piece of ginger, and by the time it was a third of the way in, she was squirming. But we persevered, and got the whole thing inserted.
With the ginger burning brightly, I spanked her to settle the “fig” inside her.
The heart of the punishment was 12 strokes of the cane…
Zille tells it from her perspective here, and has a photo of her hybrid ginger-fig with flange device, too.
If volatile condiments on tender mucous membranes are enough to trigger your interest, you’ll like these pictures even though they don’t involve ginger or tender bottom holes. Apparently this girl earned herself a tongue punishment with the old hot sauce bottle:
Of course that leads to some terrible drooling:
You’d think the poor girl would know better than to make a mess, though! Now it looks as if her mistress plans to beat her breasts with a heavy wooden spoon, and you know that’s got to smart!
Pictures are from this gallery at The Wasteland.
She got one:
So I came home Wed night from softball with a single red rose and ginger root. I gave her the red rose, kissed her and told her that I bought it b/c I loved her. And that I bought the other item in the bag b/c I loved her as well. Then I told her to go upstairs.
I had her lay naked face down on the bed with her notebook. I prepared the ginger root and went upstairs. We went through her list and I had her write in her notebook 5-20 times different phrases as I spanked her with different devices. Then when we got to the items she was the worst at, mainly her attitude and respect for me, I inserted the ginger root.
The effects were immediate. She said it burned. As we discussed things she needed to improve on, we had the ginger root inserted, me spanking her and her writing lines. At one point she begged me to remove it, I got a little worried, since this was our first time, so I removed it. I waited a minute and asked if she was ok, she said she was, so I put it back in until we were finished.
Erica Scott writes about the many uses of ginger, and in humorous but clearly experienced tones explains exactly what she thinks should happen to tops who enjoy figging:
To this usage, I give a resounding FAIL. Ginger contains volatile oils that burn and irritate those tender tissues, along with the expected discomfort and humiliation. Strangely, the perpetrators of this ginger insertion (also known as figging) don’t seem to be too concerned with those factors. In fact, they (gasp) actually seem to delight in them.
There is debate about when and where this practice started, but there is much documentation about how, back in the 1800s, horse owners did this to their poor non-consenting equine friends in order to “liven them up.” However, that was the 19th century, and it’s now the 21st. Today, that would be called “cruelty to animals.” So I ask you — if it would be considered cruel to do to animals, wouldn’t it be even more egregious to do it to humans? Well, wouldn’t it?
A while back on my old MySpace blog, I wrote about my opinion of certain tops rubbing capsaicin (hot pepper) cream onto sore and tender spanked bottoms. I believe I suggested that these tops should have capsaicin cream switched with their hemorrhoid ointment. Well, here is my suggestion for those who insist upon this cruel and unusual usage of ginger: I think they should be required to go a full day with a habanero pepper shoved up their bum. Oh, and with a freshly fierce new one re-inserted each hour.
Tobasco Sauce Up The Butt?
Yes. Very Figging.com. Also, a-hoo-ah!
But not quite how you’re thinking. Y’see, this time it’s bottle and all.
Here’s a video for you. Some hot sauce is applied to the freshly-shaved tender parts of two bondage girls. One of them likes it, the other one screams quite a lot. Afterwards there’s a quick interview where she says she’d come back… but “no more sauce, though.”
You wouldn’t think an accidental vaginal figging would be all that easy to arrange, would you? But, it happened. Sorta…
This isn’t figging, but the hot-pepper lube oil makes it interesting all the same:
From a BDSM graphic novel called Death In The Harem, from Dofantasy.com.
I’ve been meaning to blog this story from Behind Kink about a figging shoot that didn’t go so well. It sounds to me, and looks from the video, like the ginger fig they carved was pretty cylindrical — without the recommended large swelled base or (my preference) a substantial perpendicular bit that you can get by carving a fig from a larger “hand” of ginger and including a wider bit of the “palm” where the individual fingers of ginger are attached to each other:
Anyway, as Behind Kink described the scene:
“Figging,” for those of you new to the practice, is the act of placing a shaved ginger root into a person’s anus to induce a tingling or light burning sensation. Recently on an EverythingButt.com shoot, Maitresse Madeline figged one of Kink.com’s newest models, Mason. But the procedure went awry when the “fig” in question disappeared, vacuumed into Mason’s butthole as if her ass were a hungry little mouth. Mason recounts her anal misadventures here, a tale as cautionary as it is entertaining. Don’t try this at home, kids!
If you follow the Behind Kink link, there’s a video of this incident that includes a lot of graphic closeup figging shots; it’s free and it’s well worth your time. I’m also flattered to say that Kink.com included some of the Figging.com artwork (which we comissioned from Patty a few years back) in their video explanation of what figging is:
Here’s the best and clearest screen grab I could get, that shows the ginger fig they used. Note the fairly minimalist base:
Seriously, you can do better than that yourself, and you should! The base of a good ginger fig should be a lot wider than the inserted part. Start with big ginger and you won’t have a problem with this.
Now here’s Mason, describing the experience in her own words, as transcribed from the video:
“It was a regular everyday shoot, going to work for Kink, for Everything Butt. I was really excited because it was actually my first girl/girl scene that I was gonna shoot. So, the whole premise of the shoot was just basically your everyday girl-dominatrix and I was being the sub. And, Lochai wanted to include a ginger root, or… it’s called figging, and it’s the act of putting a shaved fig [of ginger] into the ass. It creates a burning sensation around the sphincter, and like a cooling sensation at the same time, so I guess that’s the draw towards it. So my dom sticks the fig up my ass, and at first we’re having a lot of trouble having the fig root stay in my ass, it keeps like, slipping out, or for whatever reason, just not staying in. Anyway, I go to turn around, and I guess readjust or something, and all of a sudden, like, my asshole just [she makes a slurping noise] up the fig root. And I sort of realized what has just happened, and I’m like, I just did this, I ate the fig root, my ass just ate the fig root! So we stopped the shoot for a second, to try and figure out what we were going to do about this. So, they’re all reaching in trying to get it out, filming at some parts just because I think it was humorous.
It’s clear in the video that everybody remained in good spirits; they were taking it seriously as a problem, but even Mason was laughing pretty hard about it:
So, they’re getting out the pliers, we tried everything. I think we tried enemas, I think we reached up ever niche, we could no longer feel it, we had no idea where it had gone! The next thing you know, Worker’s Comp is called, and I’m being taken to St. Francis Hospital, where I got to go through Porn Shoot #2 of the day, with ingesting fluids for them to scan my body, and all the nurses coming to stick their fingers up my ass, and yeah, it was awesome!
I got to do a lot of publicity that day for Kink as far as what exactly goes on around here. Well, long story short, I don’t know where the fig root is today. The doctor said it was organic quality, and that it just might break down, and that it will come out, but I don’t really know. It’s a mystery. It’s possibly somewhere in my body, or, hopefully, it’s come out by now.
Although I think someone at Kink.com may have made a fairly elementary mistake in figging best practices, I am nonetheless impressed by the way they kept their cool on the set, kept things lighthearted, yet treated the situation properly as a safety issue and got Mason the medical care that proper prudence demanded (even if, to be honest, it seems to have turned out that there was nothing much medical professionals could do that Kink.com’s own ass professionals had not already done.)
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.”
This is from our very own Figging.com figging forums, where SweetDDS bought herself a hand of fresh ginger to try things out:
So today was the day I finally did it! I inserted a whole big piece of ginger! It’s wonderful! Hehe…
My boyfriend is out of town and I was eager to experiment! I’ve already gotten off like 4 or 5 times thinking about it!
I cut up the ginger excitedly! The smell is intoxicating! I love it!
I put on cute little loose booty shorts and nothing else and mentally prepared! I was looking forward to that familiar and intense burning pleasure again, like a drug.
I pulled my shorts to the side and rubbed the ginger around my nervous pink asshole to ease the process, and then slid it in.
Nothing at first.. just cold, mild discomfort. So I did what any girl would do in that situation. I clenched my little butt a couple times really fast, just to see… but that did it.. which brings us to this very moment..
The burning exhileration I craved is intense and deliciously painful…I love it!
I just found another Lupus gallery in the same series as the one in this post, that has an even more explicit photograph of a well-spanked girl having a ginger fig inserted:
Spanking And Figging gallery (3rd row, last pic, clicking here may also work)
Yes, it’s true — AAG has had a good report about figging from a friend, and it has intrigued her:
My friend returned from Frolicon bruised and exhausted but overflowing with NRE. Eager to live vicariously through her adventures, I asked for all the pertinent details. She told me any number of intriguing stories but the one that captured my attention the most had to do with the meeting of ginger and her pretty bottom.
Yes, she tried figging for the first time, and now that I’ve heard her enraptured praises of the practice, I feel that it is my absolute duty to try it as well.
Good figging photos are rare, and this one doesn’t show much detail. But it’s a nice clear punishment figging in this gallery (third photo on third row) from Lupus Films, and thus, worth the link.
Tara writes:
When trying figging on a subbie with very sensitive skin LIKE MINE – a pair of cuffs and a strong dom is needed to keep them down, and a gag is preferable to stop the neighbours phoning the police!!
But the after affects were amazing – after the intense burning came the overwhelming desire to come, making the dialogue extremely interesting in between the screams – it went something like this –
YOU BASTARD SIR I HATE YOU, get this out my arse NOW, I wanna come Sir, PLEASE LET ME COME! (repeat all 10 times at least, interspersed with loud screams)
It’s interesting how figging experimenters report such a wide range of experiences, ranging from extreme fire to “barely felt it”. Writer Elizabeth Black tried it, and reported a pleasurable tingling:
My partner had me turn over onto my stomach. I felt the ginger plug at my anus. It was cold. It inserted with no problem. At first I felt only cold and the pleasant sensation of something being up my ass.
In about five minutes, I felt a tingling sensation. I clenched on the ginger finger, and the tingling sensation intensified. I was very turned on. The tingling changed to a very pleasant warm sensation. It didn’t burn at all.
I must give figging a high five. I highly recommend it. It’s fun. It’s an unusual sensation. It’s easy to do.
Hey, folks. I’m pleased to announce that the Figging.com figging forums are now open. You have to register (basic WordPress user registration) to post. Right now I’ve defined a few forums where you can open new topics, but I’m open to suggestion as to more that should be opened.
I’ll be doing a lot of redesign and template tweaking for the foreseeable future, so don’t get too attached to the current “look” of the thing. Lots of things are still ugly, but it should have basic functionality now.
Have fun!
I found this figging and spanking video [link removed] but I’m not happy with that link — it’s on an ugly page full of dubious advertisements and my guess is that the video has been ripped from somewhere else.
If anybody knows the original source of this video, please leave a comment.
Update: Now that the video has been identified, I’m deleting the unofficial tube-site links. The proper name of the video is “Ginger Surprise” and it was originally made by Spanking Epics. Thanks, Renee!
Much later update: I have been in touch with someone from Wasteland, a company affiliated with Spanking Epics according to the SE web page; they have confirmed that this video is available in the Wasteland member area. I’ll probably make a new blog post soon with some screen shots, now that I have permission to do so.
This figging story is found at A Spanking Good Time, and it is well-written and amusing. It features an adulterous husband who makes the mistake of neglecting his lady wife, until her three old crones come to him on an unstoppable mission to put some lead in his pencil. Exhausted from sporting with a wench, nothing works until they get him bent over, tied down, and bring out the horseradish. This is just a small excerpt:
“Part his legs,” said Margret. “Bend him over the bed.”
“What are you –”
“Silence! You’ve brought this on yourself, Lord Bainbridge. I heartily suggest the next words from your mouth be, ‘Thank you.’”
Biddy whispered in my ear: “She means to say, your sweet wife mourns for her husband, the love of her bridal chamber. By submitting to us, you’ll give the girl new hope. Now be of good cheer, Edmond, and let us practice our art.”
While she spoke, Biddy caressed my wrists. But a sudden tug showed me my error: she had bound my hands with hemp. From across the bed, she jerked the rope, pulling me down, and tied the far end to the bed frame.
And so I found myself with my knees scraping the oaken floor, my back exposed to the heavens, my arse cooling in the morning breeze. Whilst Biddy and Mother Katheryne positioned me, I could hear Margret rustling in the sack.
…
“I have Onan’s curse,” I said. “I indulged myself five times last night alone. So that’s the truth. So you can stop your torment because it’s futile, I tell you.”
“An Onanist!” said Margret. “It explains much, but it doesn’t save you. We’re tasked with finding a way to make you firm, and we’ll not stop until we succeed. Kathy, do you think there’s a chance?”
“There’s always a chance, Sister. Biddy has the right idea — I felt the first hint of a response when she probed him a moment ago. But stronger medicine is required.”
“Indeed,” said Margret. “The root of fire puts fire in the root.”
I didn’t like the flavor of that. The sack rustled yet again.
“Biddy, take this, shave it. Make him watch.”
My nurse came into view, standing across the bed from me, and in her hands she held a dirt-covered horseradish as long as a grown man’s forearm. She held it at its tapered end and used a fisherman’s knife to shave the grime and skin away, taking care to preserve the bulk of the rounded end.
“Get back to it, Kathy. Perhaps the fear will make him swell.”
Fear I had aplenty, but precious little blood. I closed my eyes, squeezing out the tears. Would there be no end to my torture?
But I could not flee. If I did, the crones would tell Wynefrede of my lie; I might not have much lust for my wife, but I would not see her shamed. If only I could revive one last time!
“Please,” I said, “give me time. I’m sure I can manage to do my duty tonight. One night, that’s all I ask, and if I do not satisfy my lady, you can do your worst tomorrow morning.”
And then, a familiar voice, as pure and cold as winter’s first snow: “I wish I could believe you, my love.”
I looked over my shoulder again — there at the door stood Wynefrede!
“My darling, my love, make them stop. Please, I’m a sick man.” I coughed for good measure.
“No more lies, Edmond. Waiting behind the door, I heard your admission. Why do you prefer your hand to my warmth?”
What warmth? I almost said, but I remembered my vulnerable position.
“Biddy, give me the root,” said Wynefrede.
She was merciful, my wife. I’ll give her that. She entered me with the tapered end.
The effect was immediate. I screamed, certain my lady was branding me, half convinced I could hear the sizzle of my flesh; but then she pushed the horseradish deeper, and I could feel the fire consuming my loins.
That’s when something odd happened. The midwife gagged, then pulled away.
“We have iron!” she cried.
“Get him up on the bed and roll him over,” commanded the Lady Bainbridge. “Kathy, step away. Biddy, you work the root.”
Melody wrote a post on Three Worlds Collide about her figging punishment:
i knew what was coming and i was dreading it…..the ginger. It was a decent size piece of ginger and Sir had peeled it so it was nice and fleshy (as He put it) Sir used the juices from my cunt to lube up the ginger and before i could protest i felt Sir push the ginger right into my rectum….Ugh. Once Sir had things in place the pillows were removed and i was tied into slightly loose hogtie. Usually i can barely move when Sir ties me in a hogtie but He wanted me to be able to wiggle a bit. He wanted to watch me struggle with this burning ginger in my ass. i had nipple clamps and a jaw spreader gag…..i HATE this gag which made it great for this punishment. It instantly makes me drool and i can’t stand drooling!!!
At first the piece of ginger was just uncomfortable. Almost like a shit that wouldn’t come out. Then it slowly began to burn. little by little the burning got worse. i tried to wiggle the piece of ginger around a bit but all that did was make a new area of my rectum a victim to the burning. i definitely gave Sir the show He was after because i was miserable. i wiggled and moaned and cursed myself from behind all the drool.
…
i suppose i have to say it was successful punishment but it pains me to say it.
Oh yeah and my ass burned for days to follow….AHHHHH!!!
Another figging fan heard from:
Figging/ Ginger is not just for the back door. Master uses it regularly with me… and it has proven to be delightful. The Ginger when peeled gives off an irritating oil. The oil can be mildly warm to hot. I have never had a reaction and have found ginger to be safe on many who I have shared it with. It can be used traditionally as a peeled insertion of a finger from a ginger “hand”… or it can be minced and put in a fine mesh bag with a bit of water and stored in the refrigerator for up to 24 hours prior to insertion. This seems to enhance the oils and give a delightful result. We have used it as a match stick up Master’s urethra, and also inserted against my clit and in my vagina. Please don’t write off this wonder just because anal may not be your bag.
It actually became popular in Victorian times. A misbehaving servant or wench had the fig inserted into her rectum before being spanked. Every time the hand or paddle came down the natural reaction is to clinch. That helps milk the oil from the ginger and increases the “burn”.
From a mostly-negative “haven’t tried it don’t wanna” forum discussion of figging comes this one pleased description:
The primary effect of the ginger was that it pretty much overloaded my senses so the only physical contact I could even recognize was my ass (as a strange result, this caused me to go limp, even though mentally I was horny as hell). And then I started a sort of uncontrolled hyperventillation which gave me a sort of high. It’s pretty cool stuff.
And this one too:
i just tried figging the other night. It was one of my Valentine’s day surprises from my Dominant i enjoyed it, and the fact that i was chained up and gagged made it even more intense for me. There was a definite burning sensation, but after a couple of minutes it felt very pleasurable. This is certainly something i’d like to do again in the future.
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.
So Kaya from Under His Hand has been answering a ton of questions, and somebody asked her if she’d tried figging. Her answer will be disappointing to the figging fans:
We have tried it a couple of times. It does nothing for me. There is no huge burn, no pain, no arousal, no nothing. I can feel it, it tingles a tad, but nothing to write home to mom about. I just stand there with an ugly root shoved up my ass and be bored..lol
A snippet from a scraped site, I haven’t had time to Google for more details:
The French song Les Radis by Georges Brassens tells of an adulterous woman being punished by the public insertion of a large radish into her rectum.
Every time I think I’ve heard everything in the nature of a ginger substitute, somebody surprises me:
This afternoon driving back home from a trip to Knott End near Fleetwood Master pulled over and collected a large bunch of very fresh looking nettles. I had to bend over in the van while a leaf was rubbed directly onto my ass hole and then had to sit down properly with it still in place…that really did hurt and sting.
Back at my place i was soon naked and on the bed laying on my tummy while Master tortured my poor lil body with stinging nettles. More leafs were rubbed into my ass and then Master opened my ass hole up wide with his fingers and no lube(ouch) and rubbed another leaf inside my hole till i was squirming with the pain.
Turned over onto my back,hands under my smarting ass and more leafs were rubbed all over my titties and onto my nipples till i was in tears with the stinging pain especially when Master twisted my nipples whilst still holding a leaf.
Next it was the turn of my clit…a nettle leaf was put between my cunt lips which were rubbed together and then one was placed over my sensitive clit and rubbed hard….ouch, major flipping ouch.
By this time my whole body felt as though it was on fire and then Master held my legs up high under his arm so that i couldnt move an inch and used his fingers to once more open my ass hole up and finger fuck me which felt deliciously painful and soooo very submissive.
Now, about six hours later my sensitive bits are very itchy and sore…my nipples are throbbing and so is my ass hole.
A tale about punishment sex and “soaping up the dick”, by Amber:
I got away with jerking off without his authorization once – and a naughty gal that I am, I had to try it again. So what happened?
First, I got a spanking.
…
Next, we headed for the shower, which was our original plan. I had to brush my hair before getting in there, and as I studied my reflexion in the mirror, he prodded my ass with his entirely unlubricated, dry finger, which, you imagine, didn’t make it very far. He soaped it up and renewed the activity, and then soaped up his cock and plunged it inside as I bent over the sink. I could see both my pained and his ecstatic expression in the mirror, as he fucked me rough and raw with his soapy member.
It was uncomfortable – much like the way it used to be when we just started doing it – and even though I am quite comfortable with it after a generous application of lube, soap seemed to have gotten absorbed by the tissues or dried out, making it increasingly more uncomfortable with every thrust. I did try to breathe deeply and allow him to have me till the end, which he did.
We got into the shower, and after a few minutes I realized that my insiders WERE ON FIRE – at first I thought it was because of the roughness of the sex, but then I figured it was because of the soap, which is not designed for prolonged application to mucusy membranes. IT BURNED. It burned so much that I began to cry, got out of the shower, and placed myself over the toilet as I poured and poured water on myself in the attempts to alleviate the torture, all while crying the entire time. He got out of the shower too and squatted by my side, looking concerned. “It’s like having soap in your eyes,” I explained (only not quite SO bad). And it wasn’t a good kind, titillating, endorphine-friendly burn, like that produced by ginger. It was just a mean soapy burn, reminding me of Fight Club for some reason.
But after about 10 minutes I think it finally went away, and the shower activities resumed, where I was washed carefully (this time without soapy fingers in my ass) and rinsed thoroughly.
Anyhow, the bottom line is – he said that next time I masturbate without permission, he’s going to “soap up the dick.” Ouch! “I will be very good and I will not masturbate without permission,” I begged earnestly, terrified. Honestly, I couldn’t think of a punishment that I wouldn’t welcome, but the fear of this particular torture is sure to keep me on the straight and narrow. I promise!
From Sassy Girl via Bondage Blog:
So, as I was tied tightly, legs spread, taut and uncontrollably rocking back and forth on this torturous pole-device tied way up high between my legs, which was rubbing lightly and agonizingly against my swollen clit, with fire in my nipples, hulk-endorphins raging, my juices starting to drip down my leg, I watched as he carefully peeled the ginger root. He made me wait like this for several minutes, as he carved out a notch around the thicker end of it, as a base (so that it doesn’t get all stuck up inside the booty, because people, take my word for it, that would be a BAD BAD THING), and then he made sure that it was not too large or painful, so he whittled it down to a smaller thickness towards the top. A homemade butt-plug.
I think realistically this whole process with the ginger root took about 10 minutes, and that doesn’t sound like very long, but when you have a pole-thing between your legs rubbing and you’re on your tiptoes but need to get OFF your toes and the thing rubs even MORE when you lower yourself, it’s like this constant torture of your arms stretched tight so you’ve got no choice really but to raise up on your tiptoes, but then after a few minutes, your toes are hurting and so you lower yourself down to stand flat, and your arms are hurting, while your cunt is burning from the now heavier pressure and rubbing of this pole on your clit….back and forth, tiptoes and flat, up and down, tortured and agonizing—-believe me, 10 minutes of that, and you’re at the point of insanity…it felt like FOREVER…I was starting to scream in my head, “HURRY UP WITH THAT THING DAMMIT I’M GONNA LOSE IT…” but of course, all I could do was moan.
Then he slowly and carefully inserted the ginger root into my ass.
There’s another figging thread at Bondage.com, with some happy accounts of the old gingery in-out in-out:
I had a dom do this to me for the first time last Saturday. He had a piece of ginger root cut into sort of a butt plug. When he pushed it into me I didnt feel anything at first, just a tingling, but after a few minutes it felt like I had a blow torch up my ass. He was lalughing at my screams and my attempts to get out of my bondage. When he finally took it out it went away almost right away. I want to try it again.
And:
Figging is one of those rare activities for me that make me tremendously uncomfortable with the stinging, and yet, make me incredibly horny at the same time. Sir typically uses it around the clit, vaginal lips and just inside the canal. It’s a devious little plant, because at first, it’s cool and wet, and the heat doesnt build until after a few minutes… the dread and anticipation of it amuses Sir to no end.
And:
Ohhh, i hate to say this LOL – but i love figging!! i was made to carve a butt plug out of it and after being bound over a table well, you all know the rest! It gets hot but OMG, it is so much fun and makes you really, really horny!! It is great over the clit but i can’t have it inserted vaginally, it just burns and not in a good way but yes, try this, YOU WILL LOVE IT!
I’d call that a ringing endorsement.
Tom’s Cock Whore writes about her most recent figging experience, which she did not enjoy as much as she had in the past:
Initially when we first started and he tied me up, he had a ginger root that he lovingly shoved into my ass.
If you don’t know about ginger root it’s a commonly used spice that can be found in the grocery store. And the process actually has a name and it’s called figging. Ginger root is oddly shaped, with a brown peel, and found in the produce section, bought by the pound. Some time ago, he read about ginger root and how it was/is used to basically light the ass on fire. The spice itself is exposed when peeled and then transfers a wild heat to where ever it is you put it.
We have tried it before and actually really enjoyed the experience, and I believe the last time I was begging him to fuck me harder with it. This time however, things did not go as well. It was EXCEPTIONALLY hot, and my ass was tender to begin with following several days of bowel issues. I don’t think I was in the right frame of mind for such activities either. I ended up crying and telling him it hurt, and it really did, actually hurt quite badly. Not just from the root itself being shoved into my ass, but the spice from it was a lot hotter than the last time. At least from what I remember. And of course you can’t really use any lube because it takes away from the effect of the spice.
Ok, it’s not figging exactly, but if this picture from Pain Toy is any indication, they are on the trail of the right idea over there:
No need to soak the ginger:
Hummm, Monday. What a day! Spanky reminded me that I had mentioned ginger root, so we decided that this was the day.
I chose a ginger finger that had been kept at room temperature. After peeling it, we went right to “work”. I don’t think Spanky even rinsed it after it was peeled, but I am not sure—I was otherwise occupied! It was gently inserted into the appropriate opening, where it promptly brought on the familiar burning sensation. I think it is a little bit more intense than when used right from the fridge, but I can’t swear to that. I don’t think the difference is enough to be a significant factor though, and I think that whether at room temperature or from the fridge, it will still do the job. I am not sure why so many of the sites recommend soaking the root in cold water. I do know from our first try with ginger that long soaking definitely ruins the effect that the ginger would normally have. Since then, we have not let it soak more than a few minutes, and that seems to work fine. Not soaking the root at all also works fine, at least it does for us.
Spanky commenced with the spanking, stopping the action now and then to twist the ginger root around. Sometimes this heightens the effect, sometimes not. I am not sure I can pinpoint the circumstances which dictate what the results will be. I do think that if you can get as straight a finger as possible, it helps. It does feel rather funky when an especially bumpy or curved finger of ginger is rotated. Eventually Spanky removed the ginger and finished up the spanking, and we moved on to the other fun parts of our morning adventure! It was a morning of thorough spanking, awesome sex, a great “buzz” and when it all ended, we were both fully sated and very happy.
Another satisfied customer, from here:
Figging is what all the cool kids will be doing this year (hell, they’ve been doing it for donkey’s years). You get a decent-sized lump of root ginger, peel it, whittle it into the shape of a schlong and stick it nicely up yer bum. Within seconds you’re tingling inside and out, and horny as fuck.
Obviously I was intrigued by this, so popped into Somerfield on the way home and got some supplies. That was an hour and a half ago, since then I’ve worn the root down to a stump, come twelve times and caused water damage to the flat downstairs.
Spanking and figging, from Spanky Loves Kallisto:
Once I was already well warmed up, we got to the ginger. I think I was a bit tense, with everything going on (housework, etc). It wasn’t quite as comfortable–if you can really use that word when talking about figging?–as last time. It was still really good though–there is nothing quite like that tingling burn. We did also cut a little piece that I held by my clit, and that was really good. It creates a warm burn that seems to intensify everything else. Between a warm and stinging bottom, and the warm burning of my clit and bottom from the ginger, things were feeling pretty hot. Then Spanky took me from behind (after removing the ginger–haha!) and it was sublime. Wow!
Here’s a fun figging fantasy (or, at least, it reads more like a fantasy than an after-action report) for you:
She comes into the room… I have her face away and duct tape her ankles together.. then just above her knees. I look at her cute pigtails and get instantly aroused.
I pull her shirt off her head, give her a kiss and clumsily unhook her bra with her help…. Then the arms get bound behind her back .. at the elbows and wrists… pushing out her firm breasts and nipples… I grab my stick and whach each breast, leaving a nice rectangular red square above each nipple. She holds the wood in her mouth as I finish binding her hands.
With a firm shove she lands ass-up on the edge of the bed. I pull her pants down revealing white cotton panties.. and a beautiful ass. I pull down the panties and realize she did not wear the butt plug to our meeting. Infuriated? Nope. I smile.
I reach over to the table and grab my 4 inch hunting knife and the ginger finger that I bought the night before and slice off a piece and crush it beneath her nose.. she emits a whimper knowing that I plan to make her pretty pink rosebud burn like a campfire.
I carve the finger into a plug shape with a nice base and shove it in.. yelps and whines… Ahhh music…
Now I am fully hard… My throbbing cock finds its home in her wet, quivering pussy while I hold the root firmly in it’s new home.. and vigrously fuck my little painlover…. sounds of pain and pleasure blend to a crecendo of orgasmic delight…. mmmm… Hunan subby.. smells like sex and ginger.
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.
Ok, boys and girls, here’s why you don’t got to phone sex operators for advice on sex practices:
On a recent phone call, this man told Me he was jamming an entire plant [ginger root] in his butt, not peeled, not washed, he just bought and shoved. He then was moaning that he felt nothing, and the other”phone Mistress” that he had spoken to was wrong.
LOL, he just bought and shoved.
From Mistress V.
Interesting, figging didn’t do much, but maybe it did?
Figging: using prepped fresh Ginger as a dildo to get a warming sensation which should reportedly incite extreme passion in the one fucked. Um…. Not in our case. Bunny claims more burn from mentholatum rub. However the burn did not go deep inside as did Ginger. But she was not driven crazily into lust.
We had a good session. I had her crawl in the bed room. Wear her cuffs. I fucked her pussy and then her ass. She doesn’t like the missionary ass fuck position. But put her into Doggy Style and she is great with anal. So last night she told me I gave her multiple orgasms when I fucked her ass (ginger didn’t help? Hmmm….)
In this fanfic by Liyla, Draco Malfoy gets a well-deserved caning, with added fig:
“Only a mudblood? ONLY A MUDBLOOD! You think this is about some foolish, moral sentiment, boy?” He spat the word “boy,” as if to suggest that Draco deserved no human name right now. “Malfoys are not hooligans! If you want to rape somebody, you do not just drag her into an alley and start tearing at her like some wild animal! Do you realize how many people I had to obliviate to cover this up? You acted like a common yob, and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT! Now,” he pointed with the cane, “get over the desk!”
Fighting tears, Draco removed his robe and laid it carefully over the back of a chair. He hesitated, though, as he reached for his belt. Last time they had done this, his father had him remove his trousers and underwear. Last time they had done this, though, Draco had been nine years old.
He looked up for guidance, and his father nodded slowly. Trying to preserve as much dignity as possibly, while still cooperating completely, he loosened his belt and unzipped his fly, but bent over the desk before pushing his garments around his ankles and flipping up the back of his shirt.
Lucius was actually impressed. It was difficult to remain composed while preparing to be tortured. And he was planning on torturing the boy. This was a rare occurance, but he had always loved the power of it. Here, his son, afraid that non-compliance would provoke a worse punishment, would do anything he asked.
“Spread your legs, boy, so I can get the insides of your thighs.” Not bad. He didn’t even hesitate. Probably thought he deserved anything he got. This would be delicious. With a crime of this magnitude to punish, he could take full advantage of the power. Somewhere in the back of Lucius’s mind, a neuron fired. Something his father had done to him once during a similar punishment…it had been absolute agony…put something in him…what was it? Ahhh, yes. He called for a house-elf, who apparated into the room immediately.
“May I help you, Master Malfoy?” His eyes darted only briefly towards Draco, spread over the desk and shivering slightly.
His voice was calm now, smooth and cruel. “Yes. Go get a finger of fresh ginger, the largest you can find, and peel it for me.”
The elf’s face twitched as he tried not to smirk. He answered, “right away master,” as he dissappeared, returning only moments later with the ginger. It was, indeed, fresh. The smell of it filled the room quickly as Lucius flipped open a small pocket knife and began carving an indentation toward one end.
Draco had not been sure, at first, what the spice might be for, but it seemed obvious now. He took a breath and tried to calm himself as he looked at it. It did not look painfully large, but he guessed that the size was not what he had to worry about.
Satisfied with the plug, Lucius held it out to his son. “You seem to have figured out what to do with this. Go ahead.”
“Yes, Father.” He inserted it gently, being careful not to break it, and bent back over the desk. What a sight he must have made, bent over, legs spread, and this thing hanging out the back of him. Now he couldn’t even figure out why his father had made him do that. It didn’t even hurt.
“Count, them boy.” *ssssssssssswishCRACK* Right across the tops of his thighs. Draco was trying to take this as well as he could. Lucius was curious how long he could hold out before he broke this elegant demeaner he was obviously trying to cultivate.
“O-one.”
The ginger was was clearly taking affect by the fifth stroke. Draco had started writhing and whimpering more than the caning itself warrented. It took a little over two dozen blows before he cracked. Without warning, he threw himself off the desk, pulled out the ginger and lay rolling on the floor, howling and pleading for mercy. Lucius stood over him quietly and waited for him to calm down…
From deep in the archives of Annie’s Blog, another of her delicious figgings:
Robert started to hang the naughty pictures again, getting about three of them up before getting “inspired” and taking off for downstairs. He returned with the Dreaded Root. Wow. What a surprise. I knew I wouldn’t escape the weekend without a goodly dose of ginger.
Robert put me over the spanking bench and restrained my wrists and ankles – he’s figured out by now that restraining me so I can’t move increases the effects of the figging, though he does miss out on the fun of watching me squirm. He poked the ginger root into my recently well-used and still very sensitive bottom and returned to hanging his art. He was in as fine a mood as I’ve ever seen him, whistling, serenading in his Donald Duck voice (“It’s got to be youuuuu… Wonderful youuuuu…”), visiting me every few minutes for a little hand-spanking or beastie slurp while I literally stewed, whimpered, squeezed, pressed and wriggled as much as posible over the spanking bench with that lit sparkler up my butt. Clearly, Robert’s idea of heaven.
Finally satisfied with his handiwork, Robert lifted my head by my ponytail and fucked my mouth for a bit before taking his place behind me to plunge the beast into my pussy for the deep hard fucking I’d been begging for, every slap of his hips on my ass thrusting the ginger root plug in time. “oooohYYESSSSSbabeeeeeFUCKME!!!”
Though he released me from the bench, he did not remove the offending plug. Don’t let it be said my husband doesn’t take advantage of a “learning opportunity”. He made me sit (squirm) on the stool in my corner and study on the punishment paddling pictures there stuck to the big bulletin board…
Ah, the joys of sexual pseudoscience:
Procedure: Prepare the ginger by cutting a long finger from the root. Remove the knots and peel the skin. Shape the finger in the shape of the buttplug and include a retention ring. Cut a small 1/8 in diameter strip and peel it. The 1/8” strip will be used for the penis provided the secondary scope is explored. Place both pieces in a bowl of cold water.
Once the pain pig is prepared by restraining him, take the ginger plug out of the bowl and slowly insert in his ass. Be sure to take your time as you don’t want to accidentally break off the ginger. When the ginger is fully inserted, sit back and wait for the effects. During the waiting period it is highly recommended that the pain big bottom type is tortured and tormented. Have the bottom type pay special attention to the burning effects, so they can be reported on at a later time. If burning effects of the Ginger butt plug do not prove to be satisfactory, take the 1/8” strip and insert it into the tip of the bottoms cock. Again, have the bottom type pay special attention to the burning effects.
After the effects of the ginger wear off remove the plug and 1/8” strip. Put on the latex glove and grab the bottle of Tabasco. Apply the Tabasco to the bottoms ass and your fingers in the same manor you would use with lube. Pretty much pretend the Tabasco is lube. Be sure to insert your fingers deeply move your fingers all around inside to see how the burning changes with different pressure. Have the bottom pay attention as before. Once you are finished have the bottom type shower and rinse his ass thoroughly using the spray hose.
Results: The burning from the Ginger plug was pretty mild and ended up being a quite pleasurable sensation. The sensation was quite arousing and the burning was not as strong as the Tiger balm. The plug was moved back and forth and the ass was pressed together. The moving of the Ginger plug did increase the burning sensation some, but it was still very mild.
The burning from the Ginger 1/8” piece in the cock was non-existent. Most of the sensation was from the piece being physically pushed inside the cock. It was also rotated to see if that would have any effect. The rotating did not produce any burning; however, the physical sensation was pleasurable.
The mild Tabasco burned quite a bit. The intensity slowly grew though it started out pretty strong from the beginning. It was far more intense than the Ginger and Tiger Balm. As the fingers were moved or pressed against the prostate, the burning would spike and cause noises of distress from the bottom type. The Tabasco even burned some while rinsing it with the sprayer.
And the ranks of figging afficionados swell by one more:
Oh my god, I tried figging last night. Oh my god! It’s wonderful. Who knew that ginger would make me feel this way?! It’s sort of a pity that I’m no longer sleeping with *him*, and I doubt that new prospect wants to be initiated into my little bedroom secrets *quite* so early on. Grr.
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Oh gosh it’s good! I used a fairly large piece of ginger (so I wouldn’t lose it)and left the little bobbly bits on the sides on it. Played with my plug for a while so I was nice and loose, then pushed the ginger in. Oh my god!
It stings, but not unbearably – I guess the feeling is akin to the first time I ever tried anal or the one you get after the third time that night ;) Mind you, I’m the sort of girl who likes her anal rather hard and rough, so the mild pain element is somewhat of a huge turn-on. Came very quickly – defnitely think that I’m going to incorporate it into my solo anal play on a regular basis (whether I can get someone else involved would be a bonus!)!
JasonElvis writes:
I tried a new sexual practice on Sunday morning called “figging”. Tracey had been a bit nervous because she said it sounded medieval and that, if it was so good, friends would have spoken about it before. Some of my friends have spoken about it. She said if it all went wrong whe didn’t want o hear about it. So I gave it a go. Basically, you carve a little butt plug shape out of fresh ginger root, shove it up your bum, think of red hot pokers and find yourself surprisingly horny. Apparently it’s good in combination with spanking of some sort because you can’t clench your buttocks. Well, you can but it makes the ginger reactivate and sting more. For this first experiment I just lay on the bed writhing about in the place between pleasure and pain.
What to do when you’re lonely and bored and like ginger:
I told him i really need a ginger, he just laughed.Then i went to kitchen and find some ginger, peeled it and soaked it in a cold water.
Then i took it and return to my nootebook that i put on my bed. In side position,carefully put the ginger in my bumhole,i can feel the coldness..mmm..opss..the ginger root quite big and not enough..I had done this many time,so its not really hard to put that ginger properly.Once its was in my bumhole and i satisfy, i lied down on my tummy and reported to him, he just grinned and wait.
Then..it not really takes time when i start to feel the burning sensation.There was a stage i just write..dummy word to him..cause i started focus on the ginger. And i clenched..squirmed..a bit,shaking…then i took my bath brush on my side and start spanking myself…i smacked as hard as i can..but i only feel the burning in my bumhole..then..i exhausted and lets the sensation of that ginger..took my whole body…and of couse its end..with a really great…shy when saying this..touching.
Here’s a very heated figging story with lots and lots of screaming orgasms. It starts with bondage and a big butt plug, and then:
He moved around to the side of the bed and sat down, pulling a trashcan over toward him. From beneath a towel on the bedside table he removed a knot of ginger and picked up his pocket knife. He grinned at her as she watched him curiously. Why was he peeling vegetables in the bedroom? Here she was on the bed, naked, humiliated, her ass filled and stretched by an impossibly large plug that was driving her insane, her cunt juices were coating her belly and making her shiver from the cool air touching her and all she wanted him to do was fuck her until she couldn’t take it anymore… and he was peeling vegetables?! What kind of game was he playing? She stayed silent, knowing better than to question him.
It took Him several minutes to carefully peel and shape a finger of the ginger to his liking. It was just a half inch around or so with a somewhat pointed tip. Then when he was ready he cut a little notch at the base of the “finger” then cut it free of the plant. She was panting and moaning and begging him with everything she could muster without saying anything. Her cunt pulsed and tightened, making her even wetter and she whimpered His name softly. He lifted his head to look at her and grinned “Yes dear?” When she didn’t immediately answer he set the ginger back onto the bedside table along with the knife, still holding the peeled piece in his fingers.
Again He was settled behind her and he was driving her crazy. He’d told her to push with her rectal muscles to dislodge the plug. How the hell was she supposed to do that?! The thing was huge! Despite her internal arguments, she did as she was told and pushed. Oh God it hurt! She stopped and lay panting, flushed and trembling. Her ass ached and she was seeing spots. It was too big… This hurt worse than the plug being put in… He gently coaxed her to push again. She bit her tongue to keep from arguing and whimpered. “C’mon baby… try again.” She heard her Masters voice from a distance then she took a deep breath and prepared herself before pushing again. Pain seared through her ass and her cunt quivered. Sweet nectar coated her labia and ran over her clit then to her belly.
Through the pain she was cumming and she couldn’t stop it, the more she pushed, the harder she came. It felt soooo good despite the pain burning in her ass. She screamed as the plug was being pushed out, stretching her from the inside out, her whole body quaking in complete orgasm. She felt like she’d be torn apart. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, He grasped the base of the plug and helped ease it out of her. It slid out with a satisfying ‘pop’ and squelch as her ass was allowed to tighten again.
He let his girl rest a bit. She wanted nothing more than to just collapse on the bed. She was panting hard and she was flushed. She wanted to cry. She felt so empty, so abandoned. She lay there; face down on the bed, her abused ass stuck up in the air, her hands tightened on her ass cheeks. She was so humiliated. Then He leaned over her and pulled her hair back carefully to whisper into her ear. “I’m not done with you yet,my slut.”
Then she felt his finger probing her anus. Oh god… not again. Not her ass. It was sore and stretched and… “Just relax.” her eyes widened and she looked at Him over her shoulder. He just smiled in return. His smile always calmed her and she relaxed, lying back against the bed. She moaned as His finger began to gently move in and out of her ass and she heard the familiar pop of the lube bottle, and then felt the warming sensation of lube being dripped onto her sore anus. It felt so good… Gilles making love to her asshole with his finger, lubing her up.
Her breath was taken away when something icy cold was pressed to her swollen anus and she jerked away from it. What the hell was he doing? Ice cubes? No… it wasn’t quite that cold. Josh petted her ass softly with the palm of one hand to soothe her and pressed the cold object to her again. She inhaled deeply as she felt something relatively small and thin and unbelievably cold slide into her ass. It felt like a prosthetic finger, but it was wet. A potato? Wait… no… she glanced at the side table. Ginger. What the hell was he doing sticking ginger up her ass?
Then the burning began. It was actually almost immediate and she bucked on the bed. It was like a fire stick had been shoved into her rectum. Oh God… and she thought pushing the plug out hurt. Her eyes were watering. Her asshole throbbed and she wiggled as if to try to dislodge it. He sat back and patted her leg before getting off the bed “I’ll be right back, love.”
She half panicked and whimpered. He was leaving her alone? Her head whipped around to watch Him as he got up and headed toward the bathroom. She moaned pitifully as the door clicked shut. Even if He wasn’t far away, she still felt entirely alone.
By the time He came out again she was writhing and wriggling on the bed uncontrollably, screams mingling with her moans. Her ass was on fire. She felt like her rectum was burning up. Her pussy was soaked and she was moaning in pleasure and pain. She was so beautiful bound only by his will, nothing else holding her in the position. She seemed to like it. He approached her again and sat beside her on the bed, reaching to run his fingers through her hair tenderly. Hallie smiled as much as she could muster. God did she hurt… and it was all because of him, but oh it felt so good.
His skilled hand found its way to her cunt and he delved two fingers up inside her to stroke her g-spot. Her hips began to buck wantonly and she was crying, telling him that it hurt but begged him not to stop. He pressed his thumb to the underside of her clit to rub up and down. Her scream bounced off the walls in the room as she came for a fifth time that night. Her pussy contracted hard around his fingers as he stroked her and curled his fingers in that familiar ‘come here’ motion over her g-spot. He wasn’t going to let her stop.
She whimpered and bucked into him as he forced her to ride wave after wave of orgasm. He loved to hear her scream when she came. She was so beautiful when she let loose like that. Her ass seared and felt like a million red hots were melting inside of her. Her anus began to pulse around the ginger in rhythm with her cunt. Oh God…. The stinging pain seemed to vanish, replaced with the overpowering feeling of orgasm all over again. She screamed in passionate agony as her whole body rocked uncontrollably, driven to heights she hadn’t known before. She didn’t know how long she’d been on orgasm or how many times.
When she started to come to with reality, she tasted His sweet lips on her own. She was on her back and she was encased safely in her boyfriend’s strong arms. Her eyes met his. Gilles eyes were probably the most attractive part about him. He had eyes that would take a woman’s breath away. He was soothing her. Her rectum still burned but the ginger had been removed. She felt complete. More complete than she had ever felt before. Gilles now owned all of her.
Here’s another testimonial to the aphrodesiac power of ginger juice:
I was soon laying on the floor in my underwear while he peeled some stem ginger. I was about to lose my figging virginity.
He forgot to mention that it had been sitting in his fridge for several weeks until after it was secured in my anal passage. Suffice to say it was strong and had a pretty quick effect on me. It wasn’t the fact that it was inserted anally that suddenly made me go mental. His fingers were covered with the juice and he was rubbing my clit and pushing his fingers into me. Suddenly it was like having my little pink bits immersed in hot wax. It had all of the pleasure and very little of the pain. It wasn’t painful in the traditional sense, it made my nerves hyper-sensitive. And it made me instantly want to be filled. It happened within maybe 2 minutes, I went from curious and laying calmly on the floor on my stomach to writhing and demanding to be filled as my pink bits burned.
Well, suffice to say that I got the cock I was craving, in fact it helped cool down the just mildly alight pink bits.
Poetry? Well, perhaps that’s overselling. But it rhymes, anyway:
You tell me to lie down, with butt facing up
and buckle my wrists to the bed, “What’sup?”I say to You as You hum some song
and You slap me, and say “It won’t be long,
until You see what I’ve planned, for you this night,
but keep quiet my slave, as this is your plight”.
You reach for the dresser, and take something soaking
in a glass of water, and begin to start pokingat my asshole with it, it looks like a dildo
i ask what that is, and You say that You’ll show
what is is to me at the end of it’s use
but it is ginger, that I’ve carved, and its juice
will burn a bit, after being inserted
“if too much” You say, “then I must be alerted”“‘Figging’ it’s called according to My research,
and should deter you from any plans to besmirch
Me in any way”, as You pushed it in at last
it felt cool at first, but started to work real fast
it burned a bit, as You moved to the dresser
to pick up a cat o’ nines, and make me a confessor.
Alas, this figging testimonial has had the juicier bits excised, but you can still tell she’s a fan:
I came home to find a piece of ginger root under the Christmas tree, he’s so funny.
We started off by having nice hot showers and then lighting candles to set the mood….matchstick size piece and inserted it into ….. While that was simmering he rubbed ……..piece around my …….. and then traced it to my ………. where I really started to feel the tingle. He massaged my ……..with it and then ………. into … and ………. me with it. As I neared my first ……. he gently …….. ginger around my ………………… but I was too resistant …………………. for a little while and then very shallowly. We were about 15 minutes into the “figging” when all of the tingling (from my …., ….., ……., ……. and ………..) combined to form one glorious sensation! I felt like my whole body was on fire (in a good way) and when he went ……. on me I actually …….. like you wouldn’t believe. I had the most intense and fabulous ……. (many many ……). After I was done we made love ……………………oh I don’t even know.
What do you think? I think you should try it. Soon.
Here’s a figging-and-sex story from Pleasure of Being A Spanked Wife. Suffice to say, ginger makes her wet:
Saturday night I was feeling very naughty and asked Edward if he wouldn’t mind trying to do a little figging tonight. I read about it on other blogs and researched a bit. So when I was in the grocery story I came across the perfect piece of ginger root. I brought it home and showed my hubby and he grinned. I carefully carved the ginger root as per instruction I read on line. Put it in some cold water and took it to the bedroom.
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“Did you get all the toys?” He said
“Yes, the ginger root is on the night stand and the other toys are in the toy box.” I say with grin. “Looking for a good spanking, figging and sex tonight.”With that being said he started to tan my bottom with me lying on my belly. Oh I flinched, I jumped and I loved every strike. He teased me by breaking his stroke by tickle my pussy and anus. Just as I would get into it, he would start smacking my bottom.
The next pause he put the ginger root into my anus, I couldn’t keep it at first. But after Edward said to keep it in or he was going to heat my bottom up, I did everything in my power to do just that. It took some practice to relax the muscle to draw it in and then hold on to it. Just as I got a hold of it good the heat come on.
It wasn’t the fire I was expecting though. I got a bit of fire at first but then it just cause everything to stay nice and warm. It felt good but I don’t think I am going to bother to do it again. It feels good but is a lot of work to have a warm plug for my bottom.
Just as I had a good hold on it Edward started spanking my bottom again. Oh how wonderful it felt. I had not had a good spanking in a while and was lapping it up like a kid with an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day. I mused at the fact that it felt so good and yet I kicked and flinched and squirmed at every smack.
I had been spanked enough and it was time for the third part of what I wanted for the evening: SEX. Edward started stroking my pussy and clit when he notice that I had sucked the plug all the way in.
“Honey we have a problem, you sucked the plug all the way in.”
Oh Boy, we read about this but I remained calm and said “give me a sec; I can get it out again.” I stood on my knees on the bed and beared down. I could feel it travel down toward my anus. I relaxed my sphincter muscle and continued to push. I felt it as it came out and Edward grabbed it. It was such a pleasurable feeling my pussy was soaking wet and made a bit of a wet spot on the bed. With that little panic moment out of the way it was back to play time. Probably another reason I won’t be doing a plug again.
Edward went back to stroking my pussy and clit and even tickled the anus a bit. I started flexing my hips in time with his hand. He could of fisted me in a heart beat right then and there. Next thing I know he is penetrating me with his penis. OH GLORY, a flush of wetness pours out again. He feels so good inside me. Did I mention he went to the back door. Yes I do love back door action. He was hard and felt so wonderful after my bottom had been warmed so pleasurably.
I moaned and begged for more. Just than he grabs my hair to keep me in my place, I scream yes. What can I say I like it rough. For those few moments I felt like we were glued together. Time stood still as the orgasmic waves came one right after another. I could feel my pussy dripping down my leg as it spasm with every orgasm. He too had his pleasure and then we snuggled. Oh the bliss of a full evening of fun.
Afterward I had to get a towel to help soak up the wet spot so nobody would be sleeping in it but that’s okay, I haven’t had a spot like that on the bed in years.
Not to dissuade anyone from our spicy little figging hobby, but it’s not neccessarily for everyone:
While grocery shopping recently Master stopped at the veggie department and inspected the root ginger. At first i was confused, wondering what He could want me to cook with ginger,
Chinese food maybe? Then i saw the grin on His face and remembered Him telling me a while ago that ginger could have a very interesting effect when used internally. i was very interested to experience how it felt and actually not too worried about it all.For days it sat on a shelf in the kitchen and every time i saw it i wondered when He would use it and how it would feel. Finally the other day Master told me it was time to try out a few new things, i immediately thought of the ginger and a rubber whip He’d recently purchased at a club.
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Master told me to stand and attached cuffs to my wrists before holding them to the back of me and attaching them to the bar above my head, pressing me down until i was bent over and fastened securely. He then fastened a spreader bar to my ankles, holding my legs spread wide. Then Master left the room, after returning i did not feel His touch as i’d expected and peering between my legs i could see why. He was sitting at the end of the bed, peeling the ginger before cutting a wedge off of it. my arms and legs had already started to ache because of the position i was in but i could not seem to find a position that was more comfortable and it seemed to take forever until He was done.
As i felt Him slid the ginger inside my cunt i held my breath not knowing what to expect, at first i felt nothing then slowly a mild burning sensation spread through my cunt causing it to throb even more. Master asked how it felt and i told Him very good, He’d returned to the end of the bed and was again cutting a wedge off the ginger. At first i was worried knowing that He could only be doing that with the intention of using it on my arse. Anal play is not really something i’m into but i was reassured because i could see that it was not large and also because the sensation it was causing in my cunt was extremely pleasant.
How wrong i was. The instant He started to press it into me, a horrible burning took over causing me to cry out and struggle to get away from it. i fought totally to no avail, i could not move away from Him so i decided to try to relax and let the initial pain die down; but it didn’t. It became worse and worse and i became totally panic struck, never before have i actually fought to try to get lose of my restraints, i begged, i cried, trying between my sobbing to catch my breath for fear that i would actually vomit, the pain was so sickening. It felt as if He had cut me open with a knife and was pouring salt into the open wound.
At first Master tried to calm me but i was so totally panic struck and the pain so excruciating that it just wasn’t possible. i was struggling so much that i was making it impossible for Him to release me from the restraints that He was trying to remove, i vaguely remember begging Him over and over to let me go which He was actually trying to do until finally i was free and fled sobbing to the bathroom to remove the offensive thing that felt like it was tearing me up inside.
The pain was eased some when i’d removed it but not as i’d expected, it still felt as if i was burning inside and as if something huge was in me. When i returned to the living room and sat at Master’s feet i felt totally horrible. Ashamed of my panic, my struggling, of not having been able to just accept it. i felt i had let Him down, that i had not reacted as a good slave should, Master comforted me and reassured me that i was fantastic slave and though it was good to hear, it still does not really feel that way.
Here’s another fun way to get good value from a ginger fig:
Sunday morning Martin tied me to the bed with a long, silken rope – tied me tightly so my hands were above my head. He has a whole array of sex toys that he took out and laid out on a table beside the bed: dildoes that inflate, a tube thing that puts suction on your clit. Martin is a really kinky fuck, like I’ve said before. Seems he’s been storing up this stuff for years, trying to get his wife to “play” with him, but not meeting with much success. So far, though, there’s nothing that I’ve refused him. I like his style.
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He took the whip from between my pussy lips, turned me over, still bound, and flogged my ass and back with it. Then he stuck a piece of ginger into my ass to make it hot (it’s called “figging” – something the Victorians were big on) – it does that, but it also can sting, so you have to be careful.
He kept alternating the ginger with one of his glass dildoes ’til I couldn’t take it any more. I said, “Please fuck my pussy!” He slid his dick in my pussy and fucked me for a minute or two, but then he said, “This isn’t about what you want, this is about what I want!” He went on, “Either I put the ginger back in your ass or I fuck your ass with my dick.” “Ok! Not the ginger!” I pleaded. “You can fuck my ass.” “That’s my good girl,” he said, soothingly, as he shoved his dick into my ass.
I was on my belly on the bed. He stuck his inflatable dildo into my pussy again, made me close my legs to hold it in, and sat on top of my ass. He lubed up my asshole, and between my asscheeks that were now so close together. He slid his cock into my hot asshole, my ass cheeks providing extra friction against his dick as he slid it in and out of me. He fucked me that way for a long time. It was very intense.
Slave KK writes of the figging she recently enjoyed. Don’t you love it when bringing home the root is her idea?
well i guess you could say i brought this one on myself. last weekend i was at the store walking around looking and i came upon some ginger root. well Master and i had talked about figging one time when a reader ask if we ever done it. we did not even know what that was but with the internet we read all about it.
so being horny that day i thought i would go for it and bought two pieces to take to Master. when i showed him my purchase he smiled and said so you think you can take all that heat. he was talking about inside and out because i was to be cropped at the same time. i smiled and said i hope so.
so on Tuesday he told me to peel a piece of it and bring it to him as i was well over due for a good spanking anyway. i did as i was told and as i peeled it i was asking myself why would i want to do this to myself.
i brought over a nice peeled piece to Master and he worked on giving it a nice shape peeling it some more. then he put on my toy from Mistress the one that cuffs around my neck and goes down the back with two cuffs on it for my hands. then i was laid down on my belly my hands cuffed behind me. Master then pushed the ginger root inside of my bottom. once that was done he went to work swinging that crop at my naked ass cheeks.
at first the ginger did not feel so bad then it started. the heat and the pain in my ass and on my ass WOW how many different sensations for my little brain. i was not sure i was going to get though this without yelling out my safe word.
Master was really putting some zing on that crop and he made sure ginger did not slip out by pushing it back in deeper. he could tell i was having a hard time with the pain by the way hands were clinched so tight and my begging for mercy. i can not tell how many swats i got but my ass was cherry red on the outside and felt the same way on the inside.
Several figging afficianados have posted their positive experiences in this thread in the blogs at Bondage.com.
Says VelvetSub:
Yes, i have experienced figging and it is like getting high! I was asked to carve the “finger” of ginger into a plug before it was used on me. A little humiliation works wonders. Let me just say that it starts out warm, then a little warmer, then hot, then hotter and then OMG! I am sure, for the Dom, just to sit back and watch his sub moan and groan is worth the price of admission!! There is nothing like it and yes, it makes one very, very horny!
Says Hopeful_Empath:
Vaginally, or up the rectum. The sensations seem to subside once it’s removed. Certainly it’s not as harsh as more intense items: Icy Hot, hot sauce, hot peppers and et al.
One word:
Wonderful.
And from Lycanthrope216:
A few days ago I tried figging for the first time with my sub. She made some lovely noises and wiggled magnificently.
After the root was in her ass… I just had to fuck her with the ginger plug in. Just LOVELY.
More fans!
From here:
With a firm shove she lands ass-up on the edge of the bed. I pull her pants down revealing white cotton panties, and a beautiful ass. I pull down the panties and realize she did not wear the butt plug to our meeting. Infuriated? Nope. I smile.
I reach over to the table and grab my knife and the ginger finger that I bought the night before and slice off a piece and crush it beneath her nose. She emits a whimper knowing that I plan to make her pretty pink rosebud burn like a campfire.
I carve the finger into a plug shape with a nice base and shove it in. She yelps and whines. Ahhh music…
Now I am fully hard. My throbbing cock finds its home in her wet, quivering pussy while I hold the root firmly in its new home, and vigorously fuck my little painlover. Sounds of pain and pleasure blend to a crecendo of orgasmic delight… mmmm… Hunan subby. Smells like sex and ginger. I contintue to pound her honey hole; her ass has accepted the burning root and I no longer need to hold it. I realease my hot cum as her pussy convulses and grips my cock like a meat-vise…
Here’s a Japanese blog entry on figging (anybody feel like translating it?) that looks interesting because (a) it has explicit photos and (b) it describes a sort of ginger that’s shaped more like a leek or a green onion:
More pictures:
Google Translate (in Beta, not very good) calls the long one “leaf ginger”, but I’ve never seen anything like it in the US.
From Sinerator:
I peeled a large piece of ginger, tapered the end, and rinsed it off in cold water.
Was already sopping wet with anticipation.
I slipped it in my pussy to get it slippery then slowly pushed it in my ass.
After a couple of minutes I started to feel the intense, pleasurable burn. It felt amazing…
I barely had to touch my clit but came so hard. Ahhh.
Conducted by and written up at Suburban Sexpot:
So, being the sexual scientist I am, I had to experiment. It should be noted that figging used to be on my list of hard limits, but it is no longer. (I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to experience such a thing but insatiable curiosity got the best of me.)
I trip-trapped down to the market, and bought two nice-sized pieces of ginger for $.24. (Hey, it’s economical!) I spent some time peeling a piece into just the right shape and size, and threaded a string through the ginger so it wouldn’t get lost in there and cause me eternal torment.
I got out my toy bag, got my play area set up, with toys and pillows all around, and took a deep breath because I was truly afraid. I didn’t know what to expect except for intense ass burning, and who the hell wants that?
I approached the insertion somewhat hesitantly– I touched the ginger to the outside of my ass and it was a bit warm and sting-y but not so bad. I waited a few moments and slid it partway in. Holy fuck, it burned. I wanted to stop right then, but instead I pushed it all the way in. I closed my eyes, felt tears squeeze out, leaned back and settled in for the ride.
It’s somewhat difficult to accurately describe the series of escalating sensations I experienced. I entered a highly endorphined state after the first couple of minutes, and that state evolved consistently throughout the experiment.
My entire body from the waist down felt like it was simultaneously on fire and vibrating. I could feel my heart beating in my ass and pussy. My pussy lubricated copiously and constantly in response to the sensation, and my clit became highly sensitive. I played with my clit a little, but couldn’t make myself come because the other sensation was too intense. There were more than a few times when it was so intense I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, but I pushed through it with deep breathing and was rewarded with another endorphin rush.
And then, suddenly, I decided I was done. I pulled the ginger out, and almost immediately, the burning ceased. I was relieved, and super happy to know that there was no persistent pain. Then I made myself come, and considered it a full day’s research.
I love it when people enjoy my figging site — that wide-eyed disbelief is good enough, but when they start to grin, I know I have another convert:
This being Friday I get My red meat day, but wanted to share something i found in the never ending search to liven up chicken and fish. I typed in ginger to see if there was help there with the spice up thingy. Got some good ideas but came across a site—www.figging.com.
I thought what would something to do with figs be in ginger but like fig newtons so I figured why not check it out. Well I did and it wasn’t my grandmothers fig newtons let me tell you. The ginger was there but in a totlally delightfully differant way. I found the perv taht I am felt right at home there,was a very nice find. I have a whole new respect for ginger now!!!
Want to know something? I never payed attention before in the produce department to who was buying ginger but now I cant help watching when around and wondering when I see people picking the ginger roots over just what it is being used for. Chuckles ,funny how you find out something new and it changes how you look at once was a common thing to a whole new light.
In a long post from Patty that features figging, whipping, and a great deal more, she writes of her experience with a well-carved large ginger fig:
His index finger, wet with cold water from the ginger bowl touched and circled my anus.
“Ungh!” I whimpered.
“That good huh?” he chuckled as persistent circling pressure allowed his digit to breach my sphincter and make my whole body lurch. “Don’t fight it honey, just breath and go with it.”
I knew what was next though. I’d carved the thing. I knew how thick, juicy and fresh it was. Even if it had been soaking in cold water for hours, I knew its oily juices were immune to water and were just waiting to burst and infuse out of it as soon as it found a warm inviting place. Osmosis and diffusion were about to invade my reality. If the separating membrane will permit it, substances will tend to move from areas of high concentration to areas of low concentration in an attempt to equalize. Of course we all know that there’s no natural ginger juice in the human anus. So you just know what that evil substance was going to do in a few minutes. It had no choice after all. While I was going to try to obey a law outside my own will, it had to. Would that my obedience could be so easy, unquestioning and pure…
Strange, the places my mind wanders huh? I needed the brief distraction of that odd mental journey while Fred rimmed and made my ass ready for the ginger root. The actual placement of the root plug was a minor triumph for my mind. Anal play is something that I find to be incredibly challenging. Yes it can feel very good when undertaken with the right care, but if we never did it I’d be fine and complete and never want it. Fred knows my ambivalence, and he likes to challenge and exercise it.
After he place the root inside my anus, Fred pushed me off his lap and down onto my knees between his feet.
“Squeeze it tight! Clench those cum muscles around it,” he slapped my breasts and then grabbed my chin and held it so I had to look into his eyes. “Squeeze it Patty. Make it burn.”
I did. For several minutes Fred held my face and watched my torment and submission evolve as my anus obediently contracted around the spicy root again and again. I reveled watching him take in and use my torment as fodder, and I embraced the sensations as a test of my submission.
— snip —
His cock easily breached my slick contracting pussy, ramming fully inside me grinding the ginger plug with each thrust. In three maybe for thrusts, he’d pushed me back up to an even more intense climax and then I lost all track of time. My world consisted only of my pussy, my ginger plugged heat infused anus, and Fred’s thrusting cock. I could have stayed there indefinitely, as it was Fred was really pushing to prolong his experience so me getting lost in the bliss was a good thing. When he did come we were both completely spent. Only one of my legs got untied before we fell asleep spooned together. If Fred hadn’t moved to do that, we might have forgotten to take out the ginger too. I don’t want to know what state my anus would have been in if I’d slept with it in. I was still dealing with throbbing heat down there well into the middle of the next day.
Could Figging.com be credited with rescuing the practice of figging from obscurity? Big-time sex blogger Bacchus at ErosBlog thinks so, according to his recent interview at Sunni’s Salon. From page 10 of the interview:
Sunni: I can see where someone trying to learn and expand his or her thinking through reading sex blogs could be left feeling completely behind the times. I have to admit, I didn’t know anything about anal bleaching or figging until I started looking through your site and others that you link to … there’s a lot of, um, unusual stuff that goes on out there! [laughs]
Bacchus: I would hope people aren’t comparing their own sex lives to the reports of sex bloggers, and then feeling inadequate from the comparison. Honest or not, sex bloggers are pioneers of a sort. They aren’t going to be writing about the middle of the bell curve. Except when they do. If you actually read all the sex blogs on my blogroll, you’ll find plenty of tales of semi-rigid erections, elusive orgasms, good-but-perhaps-a-little-boring vanilla sex, all the things that make normal sex normal and unremarkable. My daily blog posts, on the other hand, do often have a sensationalist aspect; I’m pointing at the unusual or the exceptional precisely because it is different, and therefore interesting.
As for the exotic fetishes like figging, those are to some extent a creation of the internet. I remember when I first linked to https://www.figging.com; it had half a dozen links maximum, and when I did a Google search, those were the only mentions of figging on the whole internet. Since that time dozens of sex bloggers have talked about trying figging, and they frequently mention figging.com as the source of their inspiration. So an obscure Victorian practice — if that’s even true — has exploded in popularity because of one web site striking a spark in an atmosphere of sexual curiosity.
I’m not sure how much credit Figging.com ought to get for the recent explosion of figging talk on the internet, but the level of obscurity when this website began was actually worse than Bacchus says. The first Google search for “figging” to find stuff for this website returned only four relevant hits: the Master Michael article, the Wikipedia entry, an entry on Spanking Blog, and one other blog report of a figging.
From a recent post on the Figging Google Group:
This guy regularly takes a sound strapping, upwards of 50 lashes of a leather punishment strop, so he is no stranger to the sting and burn of a good, bare butt flogging. I put him in restraints this time, wrists and ankles secured to the bed spread eagle style, with pillows under his groin to lift and position his ass properly, and a mouthgag of the ball type. Using rubber gloves, I prepared and peeled a large bit of ginger root, and then spread his butt cheeks and inserted the fig up to it’s hilt. It took about 3 minutes for him to begin feeling the effect, which was evidences by his twitching and clenching his ass cheeks. Of course, any clenching makes the ginger sting even more. At this time, I began to apply the strop. He moaned, yelped and grunted, as the strop lashed his butt cheeks, and the ginger fig stung his asshole. One of the usual side effects of ginger is an increased sexual arousal, and despite some very hard licks of the strop, he got very erect and stayed that way throughout the remainder of his flogging.
From Rhapsody in Red comes yet another account of a much-appreciated first-time figging:
Let me start this by saying that ginger root is a terrible, devilish, evil thing. I love it. I got my first figging this week, and it was everything I hoped it would be, and every bit as bad as I thought it would be.
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We peeled the ginger together down in the kitchen and then I ran upstairs to do the usual girly stuff before sex while he got his shit together and wandered upstairs. Well, I got a taste of what the ginger is like while peeling it. I had nicked my hand on something or other and got the juice in the cut and howled like a ninny for about five minutes. I’m still not sure whether I ran upstairs to get fixed up or to look for something to knock myself out on so I wouldn’t have to do the ginger thing. I WANTED it…..but sometimes in my mind things seem so much more fun than they really are. It’s like……wishing for a spanking. Then when the first whack hits your ass you’re screaming, “ohmygodohmygodohmygod, i’m such an IDIOT!!!” So, I was nervous about the ginger root. I’m not ashamed to admit it. But it wasn’t without cause, I assure you.
Eddie came up carrying the damned bits of root in a glass of cold water. Once he finally got me to lay down and stop twitching enough so that he could torture me with it, I’d worked myself into something of a nervous frenzy. I was excited–anticipating it…..and dreading it with every other bit of me. I’ve read Annie’s blog posts about figging (sorry for not looking up the specific posts), and expected the worst even though she takes it all so calmly.
Well, he rubbed a bit of it on my clit and it was FREEZING cold. It wasn’t just cold water in that glass, it was ice water. I about flew off the bed because it felt like my poor clit was going to be frostbitten and I wasn’t expecting that, I guess. Anyway, he worked the knob of ginger into my pussy and within a minute I was writhing. It could have been worse…..I mean….he could have poured hot oil on my pussy and then lit it on fire. I managed to keep from screaming by smothering myself with the pillow. He was insisting that I lay still, but the damn fool just doesn’t realized how fucking hard that is. That stuff MAKES you move. I swear. It comes with built in jitterbugs. I was trying so hard to hold still…..it just didn’t work very well at all. Apparently, I have no self control either because when he started fucking me with the root, I distinctly remember calling him several names….the nicest of which was something along the lines of heartless bastard. Meanwhile, with my pussy on fire and Eddie very obviously enjoying the show, he plugged my butt with another bit of root. Now, just let me say that my pussy apparently had NOT been on fire. Or if it was, it was a mild little smoldering fire. My asshole felt like he’d just shoved a blowtorch up inside me and went to town with it. Once again, I wished that he HAD tied me down since I was fairly certain that it was really going to hurt if I flew up off the bed much higher because there is a ceiling up there somewhere, and I haven’t got a rubber room yet.
Finally he ended up holding me around the calves and making me hold still. Now that can be construed as a kindness…..unless you take into account the fact that my legs had been wide apart and now they were held tightly together, squeezing those evil roots and intensifying the burn. Enter here another stream of expletives about a city block long, and you’ll have a relatively decent idea of how I was feeling.
Now, I have to point out that even though the burn was incredible, I was fighting with myself about whether I liked it or not. I am something of a pain slut….so it’s understandable that I enjoyed it quite a bit. But that root made me feel like I was going out of my mind. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to be fucked or beaten or hung up by my toenails in 5 degree weather to take my mind off of the burn. So, it does have it’s positive points. Especially since I like to be nice and snuggly. Because that nixed the hanging by my toenails in frigid weather idea and left only fucking and beating–both very good things in my mind.
By the time the stupid roots quit burning, I was dripping wet and nearly dying with the need to be fucked. We are definitely going to be trying ginger again……FREQUENTLY.
It’s not unheard-of for a submissive in a long distance relationship to fig herself during phone or cyber sex. Here’s such an account of figging and self-spanking:
I told him i really need a ginger, he just laughed.Then i went to kitchen and find some ginger, peeled it and soaked it in a cold water.
Then i took it and return to my nootebook that i put on my bed. In side position,carefully put the ginger in my bumhole,i can feel the coldness..mmm..opss..the ginger root quite big and not enough..I had done this many time,so its not really hard to put that ginger properly.Once its was in my bumhole and i satisfy, i lied down on my tummy and reported to him, he just grinned and wait.
Then..it not really takes time when i start to feel the burning sensation.There was a stage i just write..dummy word to him..cause i started focus on the ginger. And i clenched..squirmed..a bit,shaking…then i took my bath brush on my side and start spanking myself…i smacked as hard as i can..but i only feel the burning in my bumhole..then..i exhausted and lets the sensation of that ginger..took my whole body…and of couse its end..with a really great…shy when saying this..touching.
Here’s an article that asks: What does figging have to do with good sex? And then answers, thusly:
The burn of the ginger overloads the senses. Also there’s the added feature that clenching the buttocks, such as a person might do to speed up their orgasm or during orgasm, causes the burning sensation to increase. So buttocks filled with ginger will tend to stay more relaxed. Relaxation puts off orgasm and prolongs foreplay. After a while (again, 10 minutes to half an hour or more, depending on the person), the burn of the ginger lessens and something more soothing sets in. This feeling, too, is going to vary from person to person. Some say it’s a tingly warmth that spreads through the anal canal. Many report emotional changes in this aftermath of the ginger burn: feelings of well-being, of dreaminess, of warmth, of horniness. At this point, you’re ready for love. You’ve got two things working together for you to make that heavy O, the first is that you put off your orgasm and gone for the big build-up — this always contributes to the orgasmic geyser. The second thing is this mood, these warm sensations or at the very least, the release of tension in your butt muscles after the onslaught of the ginger. And what many people report, as a result is a big bursting, warm and tingly orgasm unlike any other.
Here’s a link to Big Kev’s 10 Step Figging Discipline Guide. It doesn’t add much new knowledge to the figging canon, but it’s succinct and to the point. One new and good-sounding idea is that he recommends using an anal speculum (only he calls it an “arse opener”) to get the ginger fig well-inserted.
From Annie’s Blog we hear of a figging and flogging at the shop, after hours:
I don’t think I will ever get used to being naked in my store. It certainly isn’t the first time we’ve played here but it’s no easier now than it was the first time. I know it’s secure but it feels entirely inappropriately public. Add wrist and ankle cuffs and being tied face-down and spread-eagle on the workshop table (where beautiful, innocent children enjoy birthday parties – total crawlies and creepies to think about that) and it’s downright unnerving. There was only one thing that could make it more uncomfortable – yup, here comes Robert with a fat ginger root plug that he promptly poked into my well-exposed rosebud.
Deciding my position wasn’t entirely to his liking, he snatched a cushion off of one of the wicker chairs in my showroom, folded it in half and slid it under my hips. I was starting to squirm from the figging about then, as much as I could squirm being stretched pretty tight at that point. I certainly wasn’t going anywhere.
He started with our two favorite floggers, the thuddy one and the whippy one. Being ambidextrously gifted with his floggers I was treated from “oomph” to “eek”, covering my back, ass and thighs. He got a few good shots in with the tips of both to my very sensitive inner thighs and pussy lips – quite pleasant with the thuddy flogger, “oh shit!” with the whippy one. Soon into his flogging, the ginger root was sizzling and intensely distracting, demanding that I move and keep moving when I couldn’t move at all. That made me want more and more of the stinging whippy flogger, the ordinarily yummy thuddy one just becoming irritating and frustrating. It was like, take this thing outa my ass or WHIP ME NOW! HARD!
My desire was met in time when Robert traded in the floggers for his belt, snapping the tip of it sharply on several spots on my back, using its full length on my ass and thighs, then back to “tipping” my back. That part was positively delicious and wonderfully cathartic, every snap and hollar a needed release. But every contact the belt made with the end of the ginger root extending from my bottom disturbed it and made it burn more as did my instinctive squeezing-o’-cheeks reflex to the high velocity contact of leather to skin.
“Oh, God, Robert, take it out, pleeeaaase!” I begged, its effect seeming even greater with my total immobility.
“What? You aren’t enjoying your little gift?” he teased, wiggling the root. “And I thought you wanted to play hard tonight. That’s what you told me, didn’t you?”
I so hate when he plays head games with me. Makes me want to smack him.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, clenching my teeth to refrain from saying more, knowing better.
“You really, really want me to take it out, baby? Does it really burn?” he fawned with pretend concern.
OK, what’s his game, I wondered. But I still squeaked, “Yes, please. It reaaaally burns!” Anything to get that damned root outa my emblazoned ass.
Robert snickered – always a dangerous sign – and left me to go back into the “kitchen” area of my workshop, returning shortly carrying something in a dish towel. WTF?
“Let’s do something about that burning, baby,” he said, removing the offending plug. Then, “eeeek!” he was rubbing ice on my nethers! There is no way to describe the shock of going from one extreme to the other, the ice “burning” even more than the ginger root at that moment. He pressed several ice cubes (the ones you buy in a bag in the store) into my ass, asking “Is that better, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart, my ass – literally. If I wasn’t squirming before, I surely was then.
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.
A very enthusiastic endorsement of figging on the Figging Google Group:
I do find it’s REAL BIG with hot female subs who love to be awesomely totally controlled. I can’t say I’ve ever met one who’s begged me to fig her, but after I’ve done it, there’s never been a time that a sub isn’t eating-out-of-my-hand, sucking-my-toes, eating-out-my-asshole, and nurture-sucking-my-cock afterwards… like a female dog in severe heat! The ass wiggling show you get while the root is in her is an incrediblly horny sight. To think that someone would go this far and cause an ass to writhe, wiggle, dance, shake, and clench while all the while hearing the sub beg for it’s removal — and I mean BEG –is about as kinky as it gets! Then stand back, giggle loudly, take a crop and spank that ass with some hard whacks and watch the fireworks fly! Your girl will reach a totally different level of respect for you — guaranteed never to deny you a thing in bed or anywhere else again in life! Just the mention of the fig will cause her to stand at attention wondering if this will be the time she gets it again!
BTW, be sure her hands are nicely tied… cuffs work best so she doesn’t get hurt — or AWAY! Play safe!
You think the ginger industry should hire this guy to write late-night infomercials to run against the Girls Gone Wild ads?
Patty from Creative Spanked Wife gets a figging, and she has to peel her own ginger, too:
When he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to the kitchen to get part of it out of the refrigerator, I both quivered with lust and trembled with fear. Gawd!!!!!
I was going to get a figging! But, that was only the beginning.
My husband loves to play, but, he rarely ever plays to just his own fantasies. Mostly, he works on pleasing me. Tonight his fantasies ruled. Man o Man it was a really special ride for me to take with him.
I stripped nude in the kitchen, carved and peeled the ginger root, bent over and lay on the dining room table while I was spanked hard with his hand and then a wood spoon and then the ginger root was pressed into my anus.
The spanking was exquisite…. His domination sent me into a very blissful place… The ginger root threatened all of it. My mind simply can’t collect the burn and urgently desperate primal panic it induces and put it in it’s disciplinary place… or for that matter it’s sensually disciplinary place… at least not until Fred takes my panic and discomfort and plays with it.
“Take it out! Please take it out!”
But it stays, as it should, its infusing spreading desperately painful heat compels both compliance and rebellion.
Fred pre-empted any and all fight over the root. This was just a small part of ‘his turn.’
With the ginger still inside me I was given the tawse for whining, then the school master strap for failing to stay on top of due dates., the cane for arguing and his hand for an extended session because he needed to make an intimate impression..
It was his turn for release. He had several points to make.
I couldn’t help myself, even though the ginger root found my panic button. Fred’s dominance and the spanking found my eros button. My first orgasm was a bit wimpy, a couple of spasms I hardly felt. But the next two were explosive. They were all induced by spanking.
But spanking was not all that Fred had in mind. He linked my wrists and suspended me. He tortured my breasts, my pussy and my mind. I came two more times, though I was reaching the desperation point…. The ginger was still held where it was put and required to be.
More. I needed more, and he needed to give me more.
Fun!
A very gentle figging and caning is reported by Baltazar on his blog:
I got back from the store with ginger and milk and ordered C to go up to the bedroom, drop her jeans and wait for me on the bed. She did so, and waited nervously while I peeled a piece of ginger down in the kitchen. (The piece I had chosen was nicely curved at one end so when it was in her it couldn’t slip all the way inside).
I came upstairs and played with her for a while with my fingers to get her ready, then slowly slipped the peeled finger of ginger into her anus. She didn’t say much as it slid in, and then quite quickly started to beg for me to take it out of her.
I did so, and she popped to the bathroom and gave her bottom a wipe with a cool moist wipe, then came back and knelt back on the bed asking me to try again. So I slowly slid the ginger back into her and she knelt for a while silently. Then she said that it was just warming up and tingling – not burning as badly as it had at first, and she asked if I would cane her gently. Bear in mind, this was pretty much a first for us – we’d tried figging once before but had decided it was too much hassle, so hadn’t tried again, and I hadn’t spanked or caned her with it in.
So I took one of the canes, and gave her several gentle strokes with it. She moaned like she does normally when being caned for pleasure, but her moans had an edge to them, epsecially when she clenched her bottom around the ginger.
After a dozen or so gentle strokes of the cane, she was starting to softly beg for the ginger to be taken out. So I gave her a couple of gentle hand spanks and then removed it from her bottom.
Just A Random Girl writes about what it felt to have sex after being figged:
After a while of this good fucking, he starts to fidget again. This time I have a pretty good idea of what is going to happen. Something we’d been discussing for a while. He runs out to the living room and back, and returns to fucking me. However, this time he’s rearranged the garbage can, and is peeling a chunk of ginger at the same time. It was around this time that my memories start to not sync with reality. (I was asking him “did you…?” about a few things that I remember that apparently never happened.) I’ll try to stick with what I think is what happened. Some ginger juice got dripped on my back, and it was just this nice pleasant sharp cold sensation, like rubbing alcohol on healthy skin. Soon that same sensation was in my crotch as he was fucking me. I remember being a little concerned about whether it would be hurting him or not, but mostly thinking that I was enjoying it. Soon the ginger was ready and he was pressing it against me. I was a little worried about it, so of course the next step wasn’t terribly easy. It took a few seconds for the sensation to appear, but suddenly my ass was zinging away like mad. I’ve mostly read it described as burning, but it wasn’t burning. It was freezing, but not cold like ice, much sharper than that, more like the sensation of dry ice or liquid nitrogen. I think he was fucking me at first, but the longer the ginger was there, the more I was incapacitated to pure screaming. Not “ooh baby fuck me” screaming, not animalistic growling. Pretty much just screaming. I didn’t know for the life of me if I wanted it to stop or to continue. I know he was fucking me for part of it, but I have the impression he was sort of sitting back and watching what was happening for part of it too. I know in my mind I couldn’t figure out if I wanted it to keep happening, or if I wanted it to stop. I quite honestly didn’t know, and so I trusted him to make the decision for me, and he did.
Well, not just pickled ginger. But here’s a lady who tried some sort of jarred sliced ginger product, and liked the result a lot:
Applied a slice to my clit. About a minute later the burning started, it was quite a gentle build up, and it lasted for about 15 mins from one tiny slice. It also made me UNBEARABLY horny. It does get quite burny…but it’s good burny!
Annie writes about the time her husband Robert suprised her with a good figging, in Robert’s Suprise. After a bit of a spanking:
Then I felt his left hand opening my bottom cheeks before a cold, wet… thing was pressing against my opening.
“Oh! It’s cold!” I gasped, feeling the “thing” penetrate my unprepared bumhole, stretching a bit, but mostly just COLD.
“I’m sure it will warm up soon, my sweet,” he said with an evil snicker.
I wiggled and squeezed my cheeks attempting to accomodate this new thing when, within a couple of minutes, warm up it did. Then it started to sting…. then burn… Hey!
“Warming up now, dear?” he queried.
“Yesssss, owwww, it burns! What is that?” I squealed, my bumhole starting to feel like he’d inserted a lit BIC.
“It’s called ‘figging’, an old Victorian practice. Fresh ginger root,” he explained.
“Well, take it out!” I demanded.
“Excuse me?!!!”
“Um… please, sir, take it out. Please… it burns!” I pleaded, now wiggling like a worm on hot pavement over the ottoman, quickly learning that squeezing my bottom cheeks just made it worse.
“I think not, m’dear. In fact, it seems to be as effective as promised. I’m quite delighted!”
I clenched my teeth to prevent myself from telling him exactly what I thought of his new “delight” with a string of accompanying expletives. “Pleeease, sir, it REALLY burns!” is what I actually said. I was quite proud of my restraint.
“Now, for that caning…” he announced to my gratitude actually. Maybe it would take my mind off my flaming bumhole. “… to which six more strokes will be added for that disrespectful outburst.”
It didn’t. Six strokes with the cane that I barely felt, my concentration purely on that dastardly THING up my bum causing me such distress. Then six more strokes that I DID feel, only adding to my distress, my ass now ingnited inside and out!
I prayed he would remove that damned root after the caning. Not. Instead he announced that corner time would be appropriate considering my disrespect. Grrrrr. He planted me in the corner near his chair ordering me to hold my drawers open until he told me otherwise. He kept me there for DAYS… well, not really – it just felt that way, all the while the ginger root sizzled.
When he did finally fetch me, he had taken his clothes off and I felt his body pressing warmly against my back, his breath hot on my neck.
“How about I replace that root with something you like a little better, m’dear?” he whispered, nipping my ear with his teeth. I felt his rock hard cock rubbing against the small of my back.
“Yessss, pleassssse” I hissed, pressing back into him, wiggling my ass provocatively against him.
I’m delighted to report that Figging.com has been recommended by the lovely and talented Mistress Matisse, who writes:
A kinky man I know recently asked me my thoughts on figging, and I can do no better than to say go read this. I love ginger root….
I’ve long been impressed by the way her writing makes her sound fun and approachable, while yet managing to project the necessary aura of menace appropriate to a professional dominatrix.
The Rentboy writes of the time he accidentally gave a woman a warm anal tingle:
She was on top of me, having just settled down on it with a deep sigh, and was now riding my cock slowly, eyes closed, hands on my chest. I put my hands on her thighs, stroking, and then holding her muscular buttocks apart as she ground down on my cock, filling her. My right hand was covered with lube, because I’d just fingered her with lots of KY, then covered my cock in it before she settled down for the ride. Taking advantage I put my lube-smeared fingers on her rosebud, and began to tease her ass. This was a great success. At some point my left hand got in on the game, stroking her rosebud gently.
Suddenly, she stopped, looking down on me worried. “My ass hurts,” she said, “like a burning sensation back there – is that normal?”
A brief panic. She got off me, I examined her bum, found nothing. Then I remembered – I’d chopped some red chilis for stirfry at lunch 8 hours earlier. The left hand held the chilis, right hand held the knife. Amazingly, she was pretty laid back about this. I playfully cleaned her with a cold washcloth, gave her head until she begged me to fuck her, and finally got back to that riding position we’d started out in.
The very severe folks at RGEfilms (formerly Rigid East), who do some of the most brutal Czech spanking movies out there, have made a rare spanking film that includes figging scenes. The Governess is, they say, “probably the first time you will see figging in movie.” Believe it or not, they have a whole free gallery of still photographs from the figging scenes:
As they describe the action:
Certainly you’ve heard about an educational practise, during which a naughty girl gets a lump of ginger root inserted in the anus. Have you ever seen it happen? If not, then this is your unique opportunity. Because that’s what happens to Hannah. The whole scene is shot with great detail! Don’t miss it!
The story continues to unfold in the bedroom. While Hannah writes her next assignment and suffers from having a pungent root at such a sensitive place, Maria is preparing for a remarkable misdeed….
Here’s an email received at and published by Spanking Blog by the recipient of a figging — sounds like fun!
My dear husband has asked… ok, ordered… me to write to you and thank you for your wonderful blog site. He has learned new tricks from your site, specifically, the art of figging. I am also instructed to sincerely apologize to you. He will be reading this before I hit “send” to make sure I have completed my assignment.
I sit here now freshly paddled with a large ginger root firmly placed up my bum. This email to you is part of my lesson since I took your name in vain when he inserted the dreaded root to further amplify my punishment for having, once again, failed to get my overdue car inspection. The punishment paddling was deserved, I acknowledge, and I will certainly attend to the car inspection tomorrow or suffer the same fate tomorrow evening.
He first used the ginger root about a month ago after learning about it from your blog. I had never heard of such a thing so I had no warning as to what I might expect. He had me bound over the large ottoman for an evening play session during which I knew I would experience a sore bottom, but this I could never have anticipated! After a rather lovely warming up with a flogger, he told me he had a surprise for me. (I remember it with particular vividness at this moment since my bum is, at this moment, in flames as it was that evening after he poked his surprise into my bottom then sat back to watch.) After its insertion and his delight at its effectiveness, he spanked me quite thoroughly with a variety of dastardly implements including the cane, but I had little thought, or feeling, of anything besides the agony of my bumhole. He found it quite amusing all in all but due to the level of my distress decided to reserve future figging for punishment, as it is being used now to my great regret.
It was the appearance of the prepared root this evening that caused me to refer to you in a disparaging manner, since it was your blog that started the practice. I do apologize, Sir, and assure you it was nothing personal!
Sincerely,
AnnieNote from Annie’s husband:
As my wife said, I read her email and I approve the contents. Except for the sarcastic tone in her opening sentence for which she will be paddled one more time tonight. I’m tempted to send her to bed afterwards with a new ginger root in her ass. She has earned it.
Your blog is great!
From Despoiling Harry, we have a vivid description of M/m figging and spanking, in the story For Your Own Good:
Harry’s fingers were near his face. “Smell that?”
“I can’t smell anything,” he said with another noisy wet sniff.
“It’s ginger. Peeled. Know where it’s going?”
“Wh–no!”
“You’re such a good guesser.”
Draco gave a yell as Harry took hold of his buttocks and pulled them apart, deliberately sinking his fingers into the abused flesh. “Ow ow ow ow!”
“Just you wait.” Something blunt and wet nudged at his arsehole–much cooler than anything else that had touched him so far. A push, another, and it was inside him, was shoved in deeper until the ring of muscle closed down around a narrower neck set into the thing. Draco shuddered as Harry released his buttocks and stepped back, leaving the plug of ginger snug inside him.
“Now. Think your arse can take more?”
“Take more what?”
“Yes, I suppose it’ll have to.” Sound of something going swick through the air.
Then something hit him, hard. “Ow!” He jerked against the restraints. It had crossed his arse in an awful line, but the tip had struck like a knife on his arse. He craned his head around to look; it looked like a cane, but springier–taken from a tree, he guessed.
And Harry swung it hard enough to make him look away in panic. “Ow!” he yelled again as it struck, tip biting into the right side of his arse just under where it had hit the first time. And the length of it felt like it was going to welt his buttocks no less.
These were not coming as quickly as the paddling or the spanking had. Which was not a lot of comfort; he could tell that these blows required attention, to get them to land where you wanted them.
That was about the point when he noticed the effects of the ginger.
He’d thought it would sting. It did. But slowly; slowly getting his awareness that something uncomfortable was happening inside his bunghole, slowly starting to burn in that way that felt cool rather than hot, like ice that never warmed with your body temperature, and never numbed you, either.
The cane swacked down on him again. Even as he yelled, he felt the icy burn in his anus flare. Fuck! It was like lemon juice and menthol and pepper all at the same time, and yet it had its moments when it was worse, and when it receded. What the hell?
It took three more swacks of the cane before he realized. When the cane hit. When he clenched his buttocks each time it did. He tightened around the ginger and the burn would eagerly attack the lining of his arse. Oh, fuck.
“Don’t clench,” Harry said, chiding softly, just before he struck again.
Draco howled, clenched of course, and exploded, “Let me do it to you and we’ll see how well you do!” He hung over the sofa back–ribs not the least concern now–panting, thinking that was definitely not the right thing to say, under the circumstances.
But he doubted anything he said would have made it worse. Another swack. The burn went through his arse inside and out, both across and through–he didn’t know which was worse. Another. He hissed, tried to bite at the sofa upholstery, told himself not to clench at the next blow. Another. Oh, fuck, it was worse, not clenching one’s arse; the cane seemed to cut six inches deeper. Another. Ah, fuck, no, the fire of the ginger was worse! Fuck fuck fuck, which was it?
Harry’s fingers were on the ginger plug. He was taking it out–fuck, no, he was rotating it inside him, no, moving it back and forth a little, no! And then he’d stopped, left it where it was, and set his palms on the globes of Draco’s welted, red-hot arse, and pushed them together around the ginger, holding them there as Draco screeched and begged and suffered the full effects of the ginger and came within a hair of calling Harry the most evil fucker on the planet and threatening to kill him. Draco really, really didn’t want to go back to the beginning on this one.
From The Eye comes this true life description of figging from a very satisfied female customer:
I was still rather giggly and nervous when the boy dragged me into Chinatown Friday night to find a greengrocer that was still open. We found a suitable piece and retired back to my house. I removed my clothes and bent over a large leather chair. The boy got to make good use of both his domestic and depraved talents by peeling and carving the ginger into an appropriately tapered shape, which, when it was ready, he duly popped into my ass. The ginger was about two-and-a-half inches long and had a wide enough diameter to ensure I could really feel it holding me open.
Well, the results were nothing short of spectacular — figging provoked a fierce burning sensation in the rectum, one which is intensely sexually arousing. It made me hyper-aware of my ass, to the point that my whole mind and body was focused on that one small area.
The hot sensation was constant — it’s extremely hard to stand or sit still, it made me want to keep moving constantly and even a hard spanking (as was soon applied) felt less noticeable in contrast to my fiery, smarting sphincter. In fact, I wanted him to smack me harder, as a distraction. The ginger was so powerful that the spanks he laid on to my bare backside hardly registered but the harsh contact of his hand felt so good, and my skin felt so alive to every tiny sensation after he stopped.
I don’t know if the piece of ginger he used was old or new or what, but it was motherfucking strong, that’s for sure. I came right away like a blowtorch, and it only became more intense from there. It also induces a powerful degree of lubrication in my cunt, and when he touched me there, I felt absolutely drenched. He also twisted the ginger around in my ass a number of times, a feeling that was intensely agonizing and so mind-bendingly pleasurable. Remaining in a standing position was somewhat difficult, and he had to partially hold me up when my knees buckled a bit as I came. Later, we retired to the bed.
The ginger made me lubricate copiously and also intensified my climax — though it took me a while to figure out exactly why it does this. It seems that in order to actually tip myself over the top of an orgasm, I have to go very still for a few moments. Ginger has the effect of making me want to keep moving at all costs, so in essence I’m working against myself and involuntarily postponing my climax. When I eventually come, it’s that much stronger.
In a word: More. Now. Please.
Via email, I got this tale of the fun a man and his wife had with the ginger fig:
Hey man, came across your figging page through spanking blog. Tried it out with the wife. She’s asian so I used the line “hey, how come you never told me about this?” line. She loved the ginger on her clit but found it stang too much in her vagina. She insisted on doing it to me, too. It does burn in the arse but I find it tolerable.
She tried tried cockfucking me with it and I found it absolutely delightful. From a root, she cut a sliver about an inch long, rounded, but about the size of a matchstick. She inserted this carefully into my cock, leaving a quarter of an inch sticking out, whilst I had a hardon. It didn’t burn but I certainly felt the effect of the ginger. The sensation was delicious. I can’t say it helped to maintain my hardon but when I lost a bit of rigidity, she cock fucked me with it and I just started to ouze cum with no warning in the most voluptuous way.
We’ve done it several times now, and can get at least a couple of inches down there depending on the ginger. It just makes you want more!
Here’s an account from A Girl With A Dot-Com about the sensations of anal ginger play:
The anticipation that rose while I stood in the kitchen, making sex toys out of vegetables, turned me on.
Like it was built for the job, ginger fingers do not need lubing before they’re inserted – and that’s not just because I have a large arsehole, ahem. To be honest, I don’t know what the reason is; all I know is that it’s the only thing I’ve been able to stick up there without first applying half a tube of KY.And the effects are *almost* instant. Within 2 minutes there is an incredibly hot but *more-ish* sensation going on that leaves you not knowing if you want to piss, shit or cum. Or all three.
Within 5 minutes, I’m fighting the urge to bring myself off – and it’s only because experience has taught me otherwise that I don’t. For I know that if I leave it there for 10-15 minutes (it’s effectiveness diminishes after about 15), and it’s akin to a sexual hedonism that I certainly haven’t managed to replicate by any other means, tools…or vegetable.
Here’s an article about ginger root figging used to punish and discipline a slave girl. Slave “yielding” has written Ginger Root: The Burn Without the Fire full of information like this:
For this slave squirming is inevitable unless it has been bound, and within minutes, this slave is usually begging for mercy and promising good future behavior. Fortunately, Master Stern does not give in to these initial pleas. When this slave finds out it will be punished or disciplined with the root, it expects thirty to forty-five minutes of discomfort.
The sensation of being “burned” by the ginger root doesn’t go away immediately upon its removal. While the effects are dependent upon how fresh the root is, the heat and burning continues at a lower level for several hours after the root is removed. It is, however, a level that cannot be ignored or put out of mind, even for a few seconds. “Sitting down gingerly” has taken on a whole new meaning for this slave. The further humiliation of knowing the ginger is protruding and visible to Master Stern compounds the humiliating intensity of the experience.
One of the benefits of using ginger root as punishment has been that it doesn’t cut into Master Stern’s time. He can go about His business without having to keep continual watch over His slave, or He can expect the same amount of service from without diminishing the punishment’s effects. Dinner can still be served, dishes can still be washed, and errands can still be run.
Here’s a woman who tried out figging on herself, and liked it quite a lot:
Long story short, I have not had such a remarkable first sexual experience in quite a long time. I don’t remember ever having a similar one in fact. It produced a shocking level of arousal and is quite a unique sensation. Ginger not just for stir-frys anymore.
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Much as I would characterize sexual desire as a burning sensation, so this activity seems to burn your flesh. It’s a beautiful translation of thought into being. Painful longing into actual pain. (Well, OK, it’s not extremely painful; I would simply say it’s a painful sensation. Not like, goddamn-that-guy’s-arm-must-be-sore-from-hitting-me-so-hard pain, no it’s considerably milder than that.) It’s quite a remarkable experience. Everyone really ought to run out and try it right now. In fact I’ll be trying it again myself very shortly.
From a now-defunct and hence unlinkable web page about sexual use of suppositories comes this anecdote:
An old ex-Kings Troop chap told me that his father told him that before the first world war [ginger figging] was used when regimental squaddies were given unofficial floggings (cane or the birch) on the breech. In one case, rather than lose rank the ringleader opted for a private birching, two others were caned. A ginger suppository was inserted before the birching and the squaddie kept his breech well up and splayed.
This figging and spanking anecdote comes from Mistress Paz’s Blog (which is defunct, hence no link; the whole blog post is here thanks to Google’s Cache):
I took the broken piece and allowed Kitty to sniff it. The scent reminded me of sushi since I love having ginger with this beloved food. Also makes a wonderful tea.
Taking the rest of the root, I went into the bathroom and prepared it for insertion. I rinsed with hot water then cold to lubricate it since one cannot use lubricant with it. I also cut a ridge into the sides, making it secure like a butt plug, and rounded off the end a bit. Great, my groin is
aching with memory and Kitty is out now. I’ll try to continue although I really could some attention right now… Mmmmmkay…. Just breathe.Alright, I inserted the ginger to realize that I had forgotten to bind my precious darling…. I tried to remedy this, but it was too awkward since she needed to stay down for the ginger to stay in place. So I began using the crop with a narrower tip to ease her mind from the burning, stinging is good for distraction.
Feeling mercy, I soon relented, kissing her pretty bottom and removed the ginger. I blew on her asshole, hoping that it would have the same effect as breathing into a fire–to make it more intense. I also licked her lovely anus since I had made her clean there very well.
Here is another figging how-to article, along with some suggestions for combining figging with spanking, and for using powdered ginger on various tender areas:
I prefer the plug because the figging can continue for the duration of the punishment. The plug can be inserted and removed several times during a session. It can be used to punish misbehavior during punishments. For instance if too much kicking is taking place, the spankee may be warned that the ginger plug will be inserted for a five minute period before the spanking continues.
I like it that the figging can offer both parties a break of sorts. The spanker gets to rest the spanking hand/arm while the spankee, while suffering the burn, will have a break from the spanks.
The Backwoods Bohemian approves of ginger and other common pungent household foods:
Ginger root, peeled and shaped, is a most interesting butt plug. I used to think figging was what was done to collect the fruit. Freshly peeled ginger root also works on other sensitive areas as well.
The counterpart is wasabi. Hope that your partner likes hot and spicy as they lick it off after letting you writh for awhile. Squirm baby squirm!!
Aromatherapy can have new meaning when pure peppermint oil is mixed with lube. The same with cinnamon oil. Though the one and only time we used the cinnamon oil I thought my clit was going to be seared off. It wasn’t but I have heard of cinnamon oil raising blisters.
So many common household things that can be used as pervertables. A friend of ours likes being humiliated. Her partner complies by giving her webbed duct tape gloves on her hands. Her hands are then nailed to a tree (using the webbed part to nail through) and a lemon, cut in half, is used as a gag. It makes her drool uncontrolably. She likes to be seen this humiliated.
Here are a couple of items about the sexual power of ginger, found via Spanking Blog. The first is from a long-gone blog called Into The Zone, and was entitled “The Joys of Ginger”:
The plug shaped piece is to slip just far enough inside the vagina to supply contact between the ginger juices and her own..which will flow more readily once the ginger is applied. After about 5-10 minutes you can remove the sliver from the clit and proceed with your pussy flogging or clamping etc.
You can also have them roll onto their stomach to apply some lovely flogging and/or caning and believe me, they WILL want it more and harder!
The Boss from The Collar Purple had this to say on the same subject:
It’s much better held to the clitoris (after applying straps and ropes at times!) The advantage of anally is that the darn thing will stay in with little to no effort. Yeah, I’m adding to the ‘lazy Dom’ stereotype as well.
Depending on how long you keep the ginger applied (and how fresh it was), the burn can linger for a few minutes to an hour after removal. Reportedly in extreme cases, you can feel it for a day or two afterwards but the sensation is more of a warmth than a pain after the initial sting dies down.
As a historical note, unscrupulous horse traders used to shove a knob or two in a horse’s anus to make them more ‘lively’ for unwary buyers. It works on humans the same way, heh. Having sex with someone currently writhing from a knob of ginger is quite entertaining for the more sadistic Doms out there. As you may have guessed, this is how I like to use it. Invidia also reports this pushes her pain/pleasure buttons quite nicely if we use it clitorally for awhile until she begs for it be gone and then we have sex immediately afterwards.
This item found via Spanking Blog talks about how a figging feels:
Master gently rubbed a very small amount of lubricant against my tight ass hole and then i felt the coldness of the ginger being pushed high up inside my ass and secured into place by a strap. At first the ginger felt cool but the sensation soon changed and i felt it warming up, after a few minutes i was writhing about on the bed,unable to get away from the searing burning heat of the ginger throbbing up inside my ass hole. i concentrated on riding the pain and that actually worked until Master used his fingers to push the ginger up higher and then the pain became almost unbearable.
To take my mind off the pain Master decided to flog my ass and back with the knotted flogger and also with the crop…ouch it particularly hurt when Master caught my shoulder with the crop…
When Master eventually took the ginger out it felt like such a relief although my ass hole stayed sore and tender for the rest of the evening.
The best, most informative article on the net about figging has got to be The Art of Anal Ginger Root Play by one “Master Micheal”. (Alternate link: here.) The article gives detailed how-to information:
When play time rolls around, I usually like to have my sub bound, face down on the bed over a pillow. No blindfold here. I make it a point of allowing her to watch and hear me prepare the ginger. The anticipation is spectacular especially if she’s never experienced it before. The gyrations generated from the anticipation alone are well worth the experience. Now you are ready to cut a finger of ginger from the hand.
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After you have the skinned root all smooth and nice, you now have to perform the tricky bit. With the paring knife, about two thirds of the way down the root, carefully carve a concavity around the finger. This will act as a retention device. Similar to a butt plug where the sphincter locks around the tapering portion of the plug, the concavity will do the same thing.
And what does it do? Fun stuff:
The beauty of ginger is that it takes a little while for the effect to take place. Once it begins, it builds steadily. While you are waiting for the fun to begin, go wash off your hands. You don’t want to touch your eyes or your sub’s eyes by accident with ginger on your hands. Now sit down in a comfy chair and enjoy the show. Most submissives will become rather vocal as the ginger works its magic.
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The effects of the ginger will last approximately twenty minutes or so, after which, the effects diminish rapidly. The nice thing about ginger is no matter how intense the effect on the sub, you won’t hurt her/him and it is short-lived. Once the sensation ceases, remove the ginger and go about your other session business. Ginger also has a property that puts it far ahead of any ginger wannabe substance. The juice of the root has the ability to cause incredible horniness. I have had subs begin to sob, begging to have something inserted into their pussies and to have orgasm. The reaction is tenfold if the ginger juice comes in contact with the clit.
Wikipedia has the basic definition:
Figging is a sexual practice involving the insertion of a prepared “finger” of ginger root or even pepper into the anus. The burning sensation is said to induce intense pleasure. The technique is used by some practitioners of BDSM.
The practice is sometimes said to have originated in a preparation technique for show horses, where an irritating “fig” would be inserted into their anus to induce them to hold their tail high. Others claim that Victorian corporal punishment methods sometimes involved figging to further humiliate and chastise the culprit, as well as preventing the clenching of the buttocks during caning, birching or flagellation.
GUBA (The Gigantic Usenet Binaries Archive) is an inexpensive pay service that collects all the pictures and videos that get posted to USENET every day, and archives them for a few days in an easy-to-use format. Figging pictures and videos are very rare, but you may find them in the following GUBA archives of these newsgroups:
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