The Figging

I had the usual snacks, wine, and Her favorite concert prepared for Her arrival. I met Her at the door and carried Her things in, as is custom. She pulled a small brown root-looking object out of Her bag and showed it to me. “Do you know what this is?” She asked with a grin.

“Some kind of a root? Ginsing?” I was trying to think of different roots that I knew about.

“Nope.” She said, shaking Her head.

“Should I be scared?”

“Yes!” She pronounced excitedly, a big smile on Her face.

“Oh shit.” I chuckled sheepishly.

She sat down with Her wine and I knelt beside Her with mine. She looked at me with a sadistic grin and said, “So, let’s talk about some things.”

She began to run down the list of areas where had been slacking off or fucking up. I keep forgetting about a crystal jewel decoration She had tasked me with repairing for Her. I was supposed to get together a Halloween mix of songs for Her, but I procrastinated on it too long and She ended up making one Herself. I also didn’t do my assigned exercises on time.

“Are you going to remember all of these?” She asked. “Maybe you should take notes.”

She was right of course. I grabbed my pen and pad and began quickly jotting down my transgressions. I had not been available for another sleepover when an opportunity had presented itself. I didn’t make time to lick Her pussy. I haven’t been shaving Her legs recently, and Her legs stay smoother for longer when She does them Herself. Also, I have coffee breath.

She told me to get Her a knife and a cutting board, and I obliged. “Do you like ginger?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” I watched as She peeled and carved the ginger root, fashioning it into a finger shape.

“I’m going to need you to be honest with me about how this feels, and when you can’t take any more. Not with a safe word! But just let me know.” She had me fill a small cup with water, and She placed the carved ginger root in it.

She told me to prepare my ass. I wasn’t sure what She meant. “Well, you need to get naked,” She said. “Something is going in your ass.”

“Can I lube myself up?” I was afraid to even mention it.

“No.” She said, disappointed that I had asked. “That reduces the effects.”

I got naked. She had me bend over some pillows on the side of the bed to prop my ass up. I was scared. “How strong are your ass muscles?” She asked. I was not sure how to answer. “The ginger works better if you can squeeze it.”

She proceeded to press the ginger root finger into my ass. It hurt right away. It felt rough against the soft flesh of my sphincter. She pressed it in further. I began to feel an acute burning sensation where the ginger root was penetrating me. “Do you feel it?” She asked.

“Yes Ma’am,” I groaned.

“What does it feel like?”

“It burns,” I whined like a bitch. My asshole felt like I had been shitting out hot peppers. She pressed the ginger in a little further. I was worried that She would lose the ginger root in my ass, that it would get sucked deeper into my ass and just keep burning forever.

She spanked me and clawed at my back as She pressed the ginger root further into my asshole. The pain from Her spanking and clawing did not detract from the burning sensation. Rather, Her strikes and scratches caused me to instinctively clench my ass, resulting in more ginger juice being squeezed from the root.

The burning sensation intensified. It felt like my asshole was wrapped tight around the ginger. My sphincter was stinging horribly and the burning was progressing deeper into my rectum. She told me some people can take hours of this torture. That statement is difficult for me to believe.

I whimpered and moaned as I gripped the bed spread. She asked me if I had enough. I didn’t know. I didn’t want to disappoint Her. I desperately wanted the ginger root out of my ass but I was afraid to tell Her so. I was being punished, after all, and I know there are worse things that She could do to me. I needed Her to be satisfied.

Eventually She took pity on me and removed the ginger. I was so thankful when it was gone, but my asshole still burned immensely. She told me the pain would be over in about twenty minutes. I had trouble believing Her. By the way my asshole felt, I was expecting the burning to last for hours.

“It’s called figging,” She said, “Look it up.” From what I found, it sounded like the burning sensation could last twenty to thirty minutes, and then gradually start fading away. I set a timer for the sake of science. When I started the timer, I thought five minutes had already passed, but She said it was more like three. I was expecting the next thirty minutes to be the longest of my life.

I showed Her the blog site that I had been working on to show off these journals for Her. She seemed pleased with what I had done. I was happy to get some notes from Her about it. She told me I needed to add a separate form for people to contact Her, and that it needed to feature a picture of Her legs. She told me that I needed to go live as soon as I completed that for Her.

It was about that time that I realized my asshole wasn’t on fire anymore. My ass was still sore, but the pain was definitely fading. I was so thankful. I checked the timer and it had been twenty five minutes from when it was set. I can’t say I am looking forward to getting figged again right away, but at least I know that I can handle it should She decide that I deserve it.

We played some FreeRice together for a little while. It’s a game where you are shown a word and have to pick it’s synonym from a list of four other words. I am always impressed by Her vocabulary. She is incredibly intelligent. She is always teaching me new things.

She allowed me to massage Her shoulders, neck, and head for a little while. Then, it was time for Her to go. She gave me hugs and kisses and tweaked my nipples before She left. I love being Her toy.

2 thoughts on “The Figging”

  1. Sounds like a very powerful Domme who has an excellent handle on her owned, submissive wimp. Her power over you, your descriptive writing showing the community how you kneel by her side, yearn to please her while trusting her pleasure and punishment inflicted by her actions is well recounted here. And more impressive that she has done her research, knowing that your ass that she owns, that pain will subside in 20 minutes and it did. Luck you! Keep writing you submissive cuck.

  2. She is indeed very powerful, and very precise. I am so lucky that She has taken ownership of me. I am pleased to hear that Her magnificence is showing though my writing. I will always endeavor to do Her justice with my words, as impossible as that may be.

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