Figging: Anal Discipline

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.