#figging

[sexandstyle]

Fridays are for Figging.

[crazyvoidstarfish]

he’s controlling your bladder tonight, making you hold it for hours, legs spread wide open, hands not allowed to touch your crotch. you do a little dance in the kitchen and whine. he just pushes on your full bladder for a few seconds until going back to his meal. you can’t anymore and run to the bathroom to let it out. when you waddle back in, he watches silently with a slight smirk.

a few nights later, he comes into your bedroom with ginger root in hand, “you still have a punishment waiting for peeing without permission.”

you look up, scared. “i thought you’d let it slide, i really had to go and didn’t want to wet the floor.”

he comes over and strokes your thigh, “baby if i let it slide, i wouldn’t be doing my job. lay down and spread your legs for me”

you lay on your back and open your knees, allowing him to place a chunk of ginger, a notch carved out for your clit. it’s followed up by a few slices laid out in between the folds of your lips. it starts to burn only a couple minutes later. soon, your entire cunt is on fire.

“please it hurts so much” you beg.

“i know, i know. this is what happens to bad subs that piss without permission. you get your pussy punished.” he begins to rub the chunk against your clit, “you’re wet.”

“i’m sorry sir, im so sorry” you’re beginning to feel desperate as the burning sensation only increases. you feel yourself become more and more turned on.

he takes out his phone, sets a 10 minute timer, and goes back to rubbing your clit using the ginger. “you can come when it’s over”

your hips buck up and down, back arching in an attempt to keep still. rushes of pain and pleasure jolt your body. finally, the timer goes off; your body shakes with it as you come.

he quickly removes each chunk and replaces them with pieces of ice, moving one around your pussy.

“thank you sir. thank you, oh that feels so good,” you babble.

“what do you say?” he pushes one up your cunt and you shiver.

“thank you sir for caring for me, thank you for ensuring i am disciplined.”

“of course baby” he pets your head lightly, “let’s go get you in a warm bath”

[dykeboychewtoy]

Been thinking a lot about figging recently. Like maybe I'm tied up by the wrists and my domme slowly carves the ginger while I watch and then makes me spread so she can slowly push it into me. The whole time she's trying to get me to relax, says it'll hurt less if I relax, and when the plug is finally in my ass she calls me a good boy and leaves me to squirm at the burning sensation while she washes her hands.

And then, when she comes back to me trying desperately not to wiggle and clench, when I'm all shaky and flushed, then she starts stroking my tdick. I can see how hard my little predicament is making her. She smiles down at me and reminds me it'll get worse if I clench while doing her best to prompt a reaction with her fingers. I'm a good boy, so I do my best to tough it out, but eventually I start begging and even I don't know whether it's for her to fuck me or for her to take the ginger out. She takes it as the former.

She has to hold my legs apart to get between them, and when she pushes her way into me the mix of pleasure and pain sends me over the edge of a too-fast orgasm - which, of course, makes my ass clench, which makes the burning worse, which makes me moan and whine and squirm, which makes my domme want to fuck me harder. She pounds into me, sometimes still stroking my tdick, sometimes holding me still by the chest with one hand, sometimes gripping my hips or my jaw or my hair - whatever she needs to wring another round of clenching or orgasm out of me.

Eventually, her hips stutter, and she sinks deep into me and cums, and then holds my hips still while she recovers. The ginger is still burning my ass when she pulls out and lies down next to me, but she holds me and plays with my hair while the burning feeling finally wears off.

[thatdommegal2]

In the mood to punish a boy by figging and spanking and caning him so hard in person right now. *sigh*

[ransomdemands]

Thinking about gently torturing a sub with ginger. Big comfortable cuffs locking their legs into a spreader bar, knees forced to their chest so they are exposed to me. Rubbing and massaging the area until they flush with arousal, dripping slightly and sensitive. Taking the small nub of ginger rubbing it into their cock. Watching as it starts to burn, the way their cheeks flush, their eyes start to burn. Taking my time, massaging the stinging root into the red flesh. Taking a bit more and using my finger to rub the juices into the sensitive exposed head of their cock. Watching their back arch as the stinging pain overcomes the tender nub. Rubbing my finger into the sensitive tip, soft circles over the sensitive burning flesh. Rubbing and massaging until they cum, shuddering beneath me, tears flowing from their eyes at the pleasure and the pain. Taking a larger piece I rub it all over their cunt. savoring their squirms and cries, their desperate please as I massage the painful juice into their folds, their own wetness easing the spread. Massaging it around their cunt and ass. Observing the way their holes flutter and clench, the overwhelming stinging pain and pleasure mixing as their body responds without their control. Pushing a carved ginger plug into their ass as they buck and writhe. The stinging and burning almost overwhelming them I rub their cock with the small nub again, forcing out another orgasm as they start to cry louder, the clenching around the ginger plug intensifying their pain. Enjoying the way they squirm and cry unable to escape the stinging pain all over their sensitive parts. Painstakingly coating my strap with a fine ginger paste. Watching their eyes widen as I press the head of my cock against their hole. They beg tearfully for a moment before I push into them. The burning stinging pain sinking deep into them, consuming them inside and out as i fuck their hole. They buck and squirm trying to get away from the pain, to relax their holes, but the pleasure and size is too much and they can't help but clench. Crying out with broken wails and sobs as I fuck them, cock, cunt, and ass all burning in pain as I use their hole, rubbing their cock with my small ginger piece, forcing them to cum over and over, the clenching of their cunt only intensifying the pain. Fucking their hole until the burning pain ebbs away and their sobs fade to sniffles. I pull my cock from them and rub their stomach gently as i wipe away all the ginger. I continue to massage their aching flesh while I pull out another cock to fuck them with. This one glass, and ice cold. I push the rod into their cunt and watch as the sudden shift from stinging to burning cold hits them. They start sobbing again as i fuck their abused hole with the frigid dildo, their body shakes and shudders from the stimulation. I replace the ginger plug in their ass with a cold metal one, using the ice and cold to painfully soothe the abused flesh. They'd look so pretty, face flushed and red from crying, cock twitching and red, body shivering as they lay in a pool of their own piss and cum, body long since having given up on muscular control. When the ice is melted i massage cooling aloe into the abused flesh before unclipping their legs and wrapping them in a blanket to sleep. A soft silicone plug and dildo keeping them full and happy as they recover.

[authors note: this is an exaggerated fantasy, figging is a RACK activity so do your research and be careful]

[leatherdykelust]

Fisting and wax play are good but this year I should introduce tumblr to kinks that haven't had porn of them made since WW1

[squirting-sub]

I wonder what would happen if I "forget" to buy the ginger...

[certified-cuntboi]

I tried figging myself tonight and my cunt is still on fire in the best way. I should’ve tried this so long ago 🤤

[hydropyro]

"Blessed Agony" Chapter 2

NSFW - BDSM - It's just smut

AO3

“You want -- ginger?” The wizard asked, looking confused. “Just ginger on its own?” 

“Raw ginger, specifically,” Abdirak said, offering a pleasant smile. While he had been upset at losing his scars, his less rugged appearance gave way to more traditional ideals of ‘handsomeness’, which had not suited him poorly in the interim. He didn’t know -- or much really care -- if the wizard was charmed. 

His frown deepened, but Gale searched through the small trunk of perishables, retrieving a large finger of ginger. 

“Perfect!” Abdirak extended a hand. “And, I don’t suppose you have a spare spoon?” 

Astarion had been pretending not to eavesdrop, though he never put much effort into that endeavor. He glanced up, and for once the intuitive Pain was unsure about his expression. He seemed both disgusted and delighted. “I hate that I know what you’re planning with that.” 

“Your expression and tone suggest otherwise, dear one,” Abdirak mused, collecting his supplies from the wizard and tucking them into his robes. Someday, Abdirak may include the high elf, undead slave in their lesson. He and Alakvyr had been cordial, but not quite friendly. He wondered how the drow would feel about being fed on by a faerie thrall. 

When he returned to the tent Abdirak  cast an arcane lock on the flap just in case the high elf came to investigate. Oh , it would be delicious to humiliate the drow in front of someone that he so intrinsically saw as ‘lesser-than’ -- but too much too fast was of no benefit to anyone. 

Abdirak knelt beside the drow, so incredibly pleased with him when he noticed that the hand Alakvyr was not using to prepare himself as instructed had returned to its place on his now bare thigh.

He placed the ginger and spoon to the side for a moment and nimbly rounded the drow, humming with approval. He patted and pet the drow’s rump affectionately, before giving him a sharp slap for flinching. Even emotional and psychological pain should not be feared. “Do not flinch.” He instructed and continued the gentle motions, allowing his hand to wander down the back of the elf’s thighs, over the hand that he worked into himself, and between his legs to cup his sensitive areas briefly. The drow stilled, two fingers still pressed inside. 

“You got up to two?” 

“Yes, Sir,” Alakvyr panted. “It’s very -- uh -- dry.” 

The Paingiver pushed Alakvyr forward, unable to suppress a groan as the elf fell onto his face, his cheek pressed into the cold, rough dirt rather than attempt to catch himself with either of his hands which both remained in place. He pulled Alakvyr’s knees back across the gravel, scraping them roughly on the rocks and lifting his ass further into the air. 

Thus far the drow had pleased him greatly -- so the Pain decided to take some mercy on the young elf. It did not seem that the maiden was opposed to his small mercy. 

He leaned forward over the man bent before him and pressed a hand to those soft, maroon lips. “Wet my fingers.” The elf did as was asked, sucking Abdirak’s fingers into his mouth and swirling his deft tongue around and between them. The Pain added a third finger, which the drow sucked greedily. 

As he was pulling his hand away the drow bit his fingers. It took them out of the lesson for a short moment when Alakvyr chuckled at his teasing, but Abdirak enjoyed the drow and his small antics. “ Harder next time, pet. I hardly felt it.” 

Abdirak pressed one wet finger to the drow’s entrance -- reveling a moment in the soft suppleness of the flesh there. He pressed evenly until his finger just breached the entrance, then thrust quickly in as deep as his hand would allow. 

Oh , how the elf wailed . He rubbed his free hand up and down Alakvyr’s spine and over his hips and thighs, praising his screams. “Relax into it. Don’t resist. Breathe. Center yourself on the pain and give it to the Maiden.” 

He began to piston his one finger into the drow, grateful for the space that his loose robes allowed to his tightening nethers. How long had it been since he’d last laid with someone? Years, no doubt. 

“How long has it been?” The Paingiver asked the panting elf, face down in the dirt. He withdrew his hand and spat on two fingers before pressing them both back into the drow’s tight ass. He gave the young elf a moment to acclimate before thrusting deep into him again. 

“Yes!” Abdirak praised. “Scream! Let her hear you , dear one.” He worked his fingers slowly, rubbing the drow’s back to calm him with his opposite hand. “You’re doing so well.” 

Once Alakvyr was breathing steadily again the Pain repeated his question. “How long has it been since you’ve laid with someone?” 

“Not long,” Alakvyr answered. “I’m a male of age. I’m a good fighter — I’m attractive. In Menzoberranzan I had frequent bed company.”

Abdirak hummed in agreement, “Humble, too.” 

Alakvyr’s laugh was cut short as Abdirak added a third finger, not stopping the gentle pace he’d set or allowing the drow time to acclimate. 

“ Good boy ,” Abdirak cooed at the elf’s scream, the end lilting into pleasure. He gave a few more slow pumps, savoring Alakvyr’s gasps and whimpers. “I think you’re ready.” 

The drow shivered. 

“Using your dominant hand, continue the work I’m doing while I prepare this for you.” Abdirak leaned away from him and took up the spoon and ginger, carefully peeling the skin to reveal the pale, fibrous flesh beneath with the edge of the spoon. He hummed approvingly and watched Alakvyr press his own fingers into himself. 

His motions were halting and his hand shook, as did the rest of his body, though the drow continued as he was told. 

Abdirak placed a hand at the base of the drow’s spine and knelt over him, putting his head near Alakvyr’s. “Are you nervous?” He whispered. “I thought you were well-practiced?” He drew a breath, smelling the drow’s sweat as he continued to work on himself. His whines were exquisite . 

“I -- I don’t trust -- well -- I do trust you -- I just -- this is all new.” Alakvyr sputtered, his breath disturbing the dust beneath his face as he gasped. 

Abdirak sat back on his heels again to finish shaping the ginger. For extra assurance he tied a short length of scrap rope around the unpeeled end, wrapping it a few times and throwing a sturdy knot. The finger had a small jut at the end which should be enough to prevent anything from going missing , but Abdirak always preferred careful preparation over necessary reparation. 

“Hands back on your thighs -- good boy, Alakvyr.” Abdirak lined the tapered root up to the drow’s well-prepared hole and pressed gently. It slid in easily and there was no pain -- yet -- in the elf’s sigh. “How does that feel?”

“Cold.” Alakvyr said. 

Abdirak chuckled, not hiding the dark humor from his tone. In a few minutes he would ask again -- though imagined it wouldn’t be necessary. He moved away again to collect several lengths of rope that he kept in his toolbag specifically for bondage. 

“You’re not going to--” Alakvyr paused. “You know.” 

“I don’t know. Tell me.” 

The elf gave a frustrated sigh. At this point the ginger will have warmed, but not beyond what the unaccustomed would consider their own body temperature. They both knew that Abdirak knew quite well what was being asked, and Alakvyr was resistant to speaking it. “Are you -- going to lay with me?” 

Abdirak swatted his smooth bottom. Their session with the scourge had already left the light whisper of a bruise there. “My title, boy , remember it.” 

He had done well not to flinch, accepting the administration of pain openly, but his body had still reacted enough that his muscles in his ass clenched, which would express more of the ginger’s oil into the sensitive tissues that cradled it. Alakvyr drew a sharp breath, and Abdirak did not yet know if it was a reaction to the spanking itself -- or a realization of what was coming. The drow could not see his smile, though Abdirak still tried to hide it. 

“Are you going to lay with me, Sir?” 

Abdirak shook his head, laying the hank of rope on the drow’s back. “I still don’t quite understand. Can you be more specific?” 

The drow groaned. The burning in his ass would have gone beyond body temperature now. The drow shifted his hips a bit, no doubt testing the sensation growing within him. “Are you --” he turned his head away from the side where Abdirak had been kneeling, and so the Pain shifted to see his face. “Are you going to -- fuck me -- Sir?” 

“Oh,” Abdirak exclaimed, as though he had just understood. “Oh, yes.” He patted the drow’s rump to accentuate his words, “do not worry, I would not deny either of us the pleasure. But, the night is young -- there is much to do.”

[submissivefeminist]

Have you ever had nettles applied to your butt, or are such things a no go for you?

no, no, noooo not for me, thank you.

typically, any kind of chemical play/burning sensation stuff is off the table for me. I've been lit on fire for kink and it rocked but if you try to get me to do figging or nettles or something like that I'd freak the fuck out lol

[brennan-lee-mother]

Diversity win! Ancestral curse recognises non-biological parenthood!

[agentlove]

the mr beast extension has created a thumbnail that made me laugh so hard my body started hurting