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Figging: Doing It Wrong

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.)

Her Session With Ginger

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.

ginger figging

Cleaning Her Pussy With Hot Sauce

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.

A Butt Plug Made Of Soap?

Yes. Apparently “there is no better punishment than a plug shaped bar of Ivory up the ol’ ass. Burns and stings like crazy.”

Figged With Ivory Soap

Figged Man, Happy Man

This is captioned “ginger root punishment” but if it’s such a punishment, why is his dick leaking so much pre-cum?

A Ginger Root In His Bottom

(backup tumblr link to same pic)

A Figging Seen On Twitter

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.

Hot Sauce On A Buttplug

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.

A Proper Figging Photo

Ginger, striped bottom — now, this is the kind of figging porn I’ve been waiting for!

Figging Herself For “Daddy”

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.

Figging For Victorian Wives

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.

Figging Fanfic: Elijah Figs Dominic

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.”

Three Ginger Plugs

She made a promise. She kept it. She even took some photos.

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