Figging: Anal Discipline

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 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 source of the video has been identified, I’m deleting the unofficial links. The video can be purchased here. Thanks, everyone.

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!!!