FETISHES – THE ART AND POWER OF FIGGING

I was asked to put a little something together so come and enjoy with an open mind. I have many friends who practice BDSM and some who are simply curious about some practices so… For many of you who know me you know I’ve talked a lot about BDSM and one this people seem to ask me about the most is figging and what it really means. For those of you who don’t know figging is the practice of placing ginger root in the anus – traditionally but it can also be placed in the vagina or the urethra. The power is in the juices of the root. You may be scratching your head here. You’ve seen the rather ugly brown roots at the grocery store. They’re used for cooking. Right? Ah, but imagine the possibilities.

The practice is sometimes said to have originated in a preparation technique for show horses, where an irritating “fig” would be inserted into their anus to induce them to hold their tail high. Others claim that Victorian corporal punishment methods sometimes involved figging to further humiliate and chastise the culprit, as well as preventing the clenching of the buttocks during caning, birching or flagellation.

For those of you who enjoy the practice of discipline – whether as playtime or you’re living either a DD/HOH or D/s lifestyle (practicing domestic discipline with a head of household or are in a Domination/submissive situation) often times of course spanking is involved. Many times figging is used as an enhancer. What does it do? Well crudely put when placed in the anus cavity the oils leak out and create a burning sensation. When you’re spanked, the majority of people clench from the pain. This causes the muscles to clamp around the root and the intensity of the pain is significantly greater.

Before you ask the root is specially prepared using the main stalk (often times there are several fingers on the root). Buy the largest hand you can find. The outside skin is peeled off and shaped to look like a cock and generally also carved at the base with “v” style cuts to prevent the root from going too far. It’s inserted and normally the spanker will allow the piece to settle in for a few minutes before beginning the discipline. It can be kept in a plastic bag in your refrigerator for days and allowed to in a sense “mold” and the intensity only grows after that. Granted it should be discarded at this point.

Because the ginger butt plug needs to be freshly made when inserted it is an idea to have your sub tied down ready. Watching you preparing the plug will enhance his or her trepidation and anticipation.

That’s the clinical aspect of the art and I do say art but from what I’ve heard it’s an amazing feeling for some and levels even a subspace euphoria that you may have heard people talk about. If this is something you and your partner want to try you can certainly find several articles on this online and check out Fet Life where there are discussion boards.

I did a sexy f/f piece that uses this art and I love the thought. Here’s a little snippet of one of my latest release – Fire of Submission. See how my Domme handles the preparation.

 

FIRE OF SUBMISSION

She grunted and laughed, her eyes closed as she continued pulsing up and down on Jasmine’s face. Moments later she climbed off, instantly lowering her face and capturing Jasmine’s mouth, forcing her tongue in the back of her throat. They remained locked in a sensuous embrace for long seconds. When Luciana broke the kiss, she cooed. “That was…incredible. That was the best fuck of the tongue I’ve ever had.” Kissing her lips in soft pulses, she moved off the bed slowly and gazed down at Jasmine, her look fueled by a lustful hunger. She grabbed the silk scarf that had fallen onto the floor. “Now, it’s time to begin your training. For this I want you blindfolded so that every other experience will be much more intense. You have to learn to trust without question to reach the incredible state of nirvana. Do you think you can do that?”

Jasmine eyed the crimson silk and nodded. As Luciana placed the material around her eyes, tying it securely behind her head, Jasmine sucked in her breath. The instant she could no longer see anything, a trickle of fear sliced down her spine. Panting, she tried to control the nerves that had always been there from the fear of being close into tight spaces. Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Safe word?”

Jasmine blinked and tried to think of one. “Mushroom,” she blurted out.

“Hmmm…mushroom it is. On your hand and knees.”

It wasn’t a request but a command and she obeyed immediately, feeling her way on the bed. Swallowing hard, she tried to concentrate on what she was hearing. The rustling sound had to be part of the sheets. She felt something soft being placed under her. Sucking in her breath, Jasmine knew instinctively what was going to happen next. While she was afraid, she was far more excited at the figging and the subsequent spanking. This was everything she had dreamed about during long baths and moments of quiet time with her vibrator. She felt Luciana’s hand on the small of her back and let out a strangled breath.

“Ease down.”

The pillow forced her ass up into the air. Jasmine felt vulnerable and open, yet ready to accept all that Luciana was going to give her.

“Spread your legs wide and raise your arms over your head.”

Jasmine hesitated and was rewarded with a sharp slap on her naked ass.

“Raise your arms, now.”

Instantly complying, Jasmine shivered but raised her arms and spread her legs as wide as she could.

“That’s better. I’m going to shackle your wrists now.”

Jasmine fought the whimper that was building in her throat. Jake had playfully tied her up once or twice during their marriage, but somehow the fear of being shackled, unable to move stilled her. As Luciana grabbed first one wrist and then the next, placing what she knew were solid leather cuffs around both, she reminded herself this was her ultimate fantasy. Unable to see even a speckle of light, every click of the buckle was somehow more pronounced.

Luciana patted her ass. “The thick leather is perfect for restraining you.”

She heard two sharp snaps before her arms were yanked upward at the same time, forcing her further up on the bed.

“I’m attaching you to the iron posts of the bed.”

Quivering, she tugged on her bindings just as Luciana snapped the connection in place.

Crack!
The hard slap across the seat of her ass was meant as a reminder.

“Now spread your legs as wide as they will go.”

Jasmine obeyed, feeling more vulnerable than she had ever in her life. Hearing the rustle of the plastic bag forced a series of tremors skating down from her neck to her legs and straight into her pussy. As she moved her head back and forth, straining to see anything, she felt the compression on the bed as Luciana moved between her legs. The sensations of Luciana’s soft hands caressing from first one calf to the next was exhilarating. Her touch was wonderful and gentle, but Jasmine knew what was coming.

“So beautiful and so delicious,” Luciana purred, dipping her head and swinging her long locks back and forth across Jasmine’s legs. Massaging up the inside of Jasmine’s thighs, she breathed out, allowing her breath to shimmer across Jasmine’s skin before giving her a series of licks and kisses across her legs and up to her ass.

Jasmine felt the tension begin to ease as Luciana’s worked a level of magic on her skin in a wondrous combination of squeezing and caressing. She settled into the soft comforts of the silk sheets as Luciana continued kissing and licking across her ass as her hands kneaded and fingers brushed up and down the crack of her ass.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mmm….yyyyeeeeessss!”

Crack! Pop!

Jasmine yelped. “Yes, Mistress!”

Luciana chuckled and pulsed another series of breaths across her buttocks as she parted Jasmine’s ass cheeks.

Jasmine clenched her hands open and closed, anticipating the large piece of ginger. Instead, she felt Luciana’s fingers dipping into her pussy and then teasing her dark hole, darting a tip inside and back out. She repeated the move again and again, each time going deeper and deeper with each stroke. Straining against the tight confines, she moaned, hearing the creak of the leather cuffs. Her ass muscles constricted around her fingers, drawing her further inside with each hard stroke.

Luciana finger fucked her ass for several minutes before removing them completely. “You’re ripe and ready.”

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! The ginger was next. Bracing for the inevitable, she was shocked as the feeling of Luciana’s wet tongue darting in and out of her asshole was enough to force her pussy muscles to tingle to the point she knew she was going to cum. No! No! Don’t! Willing her body to shut down, the amazing sensations of Luciana’s tongue licking her rosy hole, slipping all the way inside was one of the most incredible moments of rapture she had ever experienced. Jake had never rimmed her and while she had performed the shameless act on him several times at his request, he had never repeated the slice of ecstasy.

“You like this?”

“Yyyyyeeessss, mis…mistress…”

“Imagine this every day,” Luciana cooed as she used a combination of her fingers and tongue, driving inside her asshole, licking furiously.

Jasmine bucked up and down, trying to drive the wonder implements of pleasure deeper inside her ass. Every part of her body tingled and every luscious sound of her tongue licking her fueled the raging hunger that burned deep inside her belly. As she succumbed to the heightened level of pleasure, falling in to blissful state of rapture, she felt the delicious fucking tools being replaced with something else.

Luciana slid the entire piece of ginger deep inside Jasmine’s ass and patted her cheeks. “Mmmm…now I’ll leave you alone for a few minutes while this takes effect and then you’re going to get the most delicious spanking of your life. Do you understand?”

Out of breath, Jasmine panted.

Crack!

The single sharp blow forced her to clench her buttocks tightly and instantly the first slice of what the ginger was meant to do trickled into her system. Biting her lower lip, she jerked involuntarily.

“Do…you…understand?”

“Yes, Mistress!” As Jasmine heard the light footsteps of her mistress leaving and began to feel the full effects of the ginger root, she grimaced and her mind went to the delicious place inside herself where all fantasies come true. Pain and pleasure…pain and pleasure…

Agony and ecstasy and in her heightened dreamlike state, she succumbed to the woman she always hoped to be.

I hope you enjoyed and perhaps want to try…

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

 

 

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12 Responses to FETISHES – THE ART AND POWER OF FIGGING

  1. Naomi says:

    I read every word carefully, as though sitting on a knife edge. The pleasure/pain sent shivers down me. I so need to read more of this

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  2. Learn something new every day. Very insightful…and a very steamy scene that you shored.

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  3. I mean…shared! Have me so excited that I can’t even type.

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  4. Very hot. Read my first figging scene in Cherise Sinclair’s “Make Me, Sir” last spring, right after I’d discovered the fetish in Fetlife. Haven’t used it myself, but probably will sometime! Your description was great and the excerpt very hawt! Thanks!

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  5. LOL–used it in my writing, I mean. Not sure about real life!

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  6. adelwijn says:

    A (novel?) trick to boost your ginger-plug experience:

    You always read that you should store your ginger in a plastic bag in the fridge, until a little mold is formed.

    Being a hard core scientist, I wondered what the underlying mechanism was…
    …and so I came up with much more efficient trick:
    Cut/shape the ginger into a nice dildo and put it in the freezer. When completely frozen, you may consider to use it directly…
    For me that’s a little too cold however, and I prefer to defrost the outside first, still leaving the inside quite cold, yielding an interesting contrast with the hot flushes arising quickly after insertion.

    Why does this work: the freezing technique results in a very soft spongy structure, yielding much more juice prolonging for a much longer time, each time the “victim” squeezes his/her sphincter.
    Normally, in case of a fresh ginger, the “fun time” is not much more then 15 minutes, but with a freeze-prepared ginger it endures at least 45 minutes (…then we stopped…)

    PS: make sure you start with a rather thick plug, as it shrinks tremendously while releasing its’ juices.

    Enjoy 🙂

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  7. adelwijn says:

    On November 10, you suggested that you hadn’t had the experience in real life…
    That changed in the mean time?

    To all that didn’t try ginger: it’s a fantastic thrill, and a far from horrifying experience (on the contrary!)

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    • behalle says:

      The truth is no I haven’t and it is something I include in my stories quite a lot. I do a significant amount of research not only for the stories but because I’m interested. I find this fascinating and would indeed enjoy trying. I don’t think it sounds that way at all. It’s terribly exciting for me.

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