What is figging?
I’ll let Wikipedia explain this. “Figging is the practice of inserting a piece of ginger root into the anus, vagina, or male urethra in order to generate an acute burning sensation. Historically this was a method of punishment, but has since been adopted as a practice of BDSM. The term ‘figging’ comes from the 19th-century word ‘feaguing’”.
I first heard about it, in an erotica anthology, being used to punish a maid for her indiscretions. It intrigued me but because it sounded so severe and so painful but it wasn’t something on my to-do list. However when I saw this prompt come up and as figging isn’t on my hard limits I thought I’d give it a try…for science obviously!
In order to do that I had to make it hot, not just in temperature!
The fantasy
He called me into the bedroom, I saw floggers, canes and paddles laid out ready for me. The pillows were placed for me to lay over so my arse, the target, would be presented perfectly for him.
He looked at me and told me today would be about learning a lesson. I looked at him questioningly but he said no more, just told me to strip and get into position. My heart pounded, my mouth dry wondering what was happening but I did as I was asked.
He gave me a few spanks to get me warmed up, then he walked to where my head lay, turning it around so I looked into his eyes when he uttered the words “I tell you time and time again not to clench when I’m beating you, today you will learn to stop”.
With that he pulled out a sharp knife, I didn’t stop looking at the blade and hadn’t noticed what his other hand was doing until the finger of ginger came into view…
The reality
We didn’t act the scene out as above. The first time we ever try something new there is full communication going on between us.
We went out and bought the piece of ginger together, selecting one that was the right shape, size and had a natural flare to it. Holding it in my hand made my stomach do some flips. We took it home and left it sitting on the sideboard, I swear it was looking *at* me!
I was sent upstairs and told to strip and lay out a towel on the bed. I asked if he’d use a bit of lube just to make insertion easier. He was worried lube would dull the burn but I was more worried that dry ginger would be too rough!
He had me kneel on the bed and wait for what felt like hours before he pushed the finger of ginger into me. I bit into the pillow before he even touched me, that’s how scared I was! Then I waited. My heart was pounding knowing it wouldn’t be long before pain took over. And then it started tingling. More and more until I felt heat wash through me from the inside.
This is where the biggest surprise happened. It felt wonderful!
Sensing I was a little too comfortable he decided to find something to hit my arse with to see if clenching on the ginger would make a difference. It didn’t, it was still blissfully pleasurable it only succeeded in my flinching and pushing the ginger out. That meant he had to hold the ginger in place as he spanked me, even giving the ginger a little taps too. Judging that was too tricky to maintain for long he started fucking my arse with the ginger.
Oh. My. Wow! That felt so damn good. I could not believe how wet that made me. Who knew something I’d feared for so long would actually be something I enjoyed so much. I’ve been made to masturbate after chopping chillies so I feel the burn and enjoyed that, whereas ice literally leaves me feeling cold. Maybe temperature play is for me after all, so long as it’s hot!
I did also catch my partner singing a little ditty afterwards to the tune of those Cadbury’s Fudge adverts
“A finger of fig is just enough
To give my Bee a treat”
What the fig? Who’d have thought we’d both enjoy the experience, maybe it’s his turn to feel the burn next time!