Figging: Anal Discipline

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!