Go Fig-ure

The name is a bastardization of the practice of “feaguing” an older horse with a piece of ginger up its ass so that it would prance about and hold its tail up high—like a younger horse—to fool potential buyers into thinking a nag was a mere filly. When someone came up with the bright idea of figging a human I do not know, but I thank that person for introducing me to a hot sex practice.

The instructions were very simple to follow, and my husband was happy to help me in my quest to spice up my butthole. We keep ginger root in our freezer (usually for stir-fry, chicken marinade or herbal tea). I cut a nice butt-plug-sized piece off root and let it come to room temperature. I also sliced off a thin, wide wedge—about the proportions of a medium sized Band-Aid—to rub on my clit and pussy lips.

Once the ginger was pliable, I removed the skin, and made sure the plug was a comfortable size for my precious bottom. I was also careful to carve a big base so it wouldn’t get sucked into my rectum. (As I chiseled the root, all I could think of was Richard Gere and that gerbil rumor. I was determined that no such thing would happen to me.)

Once the totem was carved, I placed both pieces of ginger in a bowl of cold water, as chilling makes the gingering more intense. I’d already showered and bathed my bung, so I was clean and ready for plugging. I stretched out naked, facedown on our waterbed while my husband spread lotion on my lower back, legs and buttocks. Without warning, he gave me a few sharp slaps on the ass, which made me squirm with pleasure. As he massaged my skin, he slipped a finger in my pussy, and, finding it wet, he laughed a little, knowing how quickly I get hot.

He applied the lotion to my butt cheeks, being careful not to insert any errant fingers in the backdoor. I didn’t want the lotion interfering with the ginger juices. Desperate to feel the burn, I arched my back, begging him to insert the ginger plug. “You’ll have to wait a few more minutes,” he teased mercilessly. “Our ginger isn’t cold enough yet.”

The plug was about two to three inches long and narrow enough to fit inside my anal cavity without hurting me (important) and without breaking (more important). After the longest few minutes in the history of the world, the ginger was finally ready for insertion. I lifted my butt high in the air and spread my cheeks, making access easier for my husband. I closed my eyes, waiting for the cool touch against my skin, preparing for ecstasy.
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I jumped when the ginger made first contact. My husband swirled the plug slowly around my taint and anus, allowing the juices to permeate my skin. No burn yet, though. We hadn’t used lube—Like I said, I didn’t want anything to come between me and the full sensation of the ginger—so he slid the plug into my ass very slowly. The penetration was so arousing, my entire body tensed as the plug slid deeper and deeper inside. Within about a minute, the entire thing was up my bung with the base snug against my asshole.

Houston, we have liftoff!

My husband twisted the plug a bit from right to left, and I tightened my muscles gently. At first, I felt nothing but a fullness and a chilly sensation. After a short period of time, however, I felt a tingling that traveled inward as I clenched the plug more tightly. Heart racing with curiosity, I rocked back and forth, each movement shifting the plug. Within moments, the tingling had turned to a mild burning sensation. The feeling was not uncomfortable, but I found myself clenching the plug even harder, which, in turn, rendered the burning more intense—a delicious vicious cycle, if ever there was one.

My husband pressed my butt cheeks together, causing my ass to tighten like a fist. By then, that not uncomfortable conflagration had evolved into an intense sensation of heat that was both stimulating and torturous. I felt every movement of that plug, no matter how minor. My entire ass was ablaze!

I growled and squirmed on the bed. “Should I take it out?” Hubby asked.

“NO!” I hollered. The burn was simultaneously agonizing and wonderful. I knew I had to hold on. I clenched my ass muscles, which cranked up the temperature even more. All I could think of was, Get this fucking thing OUT! but I was resolved to make sure I submitted to the full experience.

I felt a sharp sting as my husband smacked my ass hard with the flat of his hand. Instinctively, I clenched the plug, and was immediately rewarded with an eruption of the internal volcano.

“Give me the ginger wedge,” I begged.

When he handed it to me, I rubbed it hard over my pussy lips, just inside my vagina, and over my clit. It didn’t take long before the intense fire in my ass had made its way to my lady bits. I was super-sensitized—and ready take it to the next level.

My husband wanted to devote the figging session completely to me, so when I grabbed my Lelo Liv vibrator, he inserted it into my pussy, which was so wet from gingering foreplay, I didn’t need any lubricant. (Par for the course for me.) I kept the vibrations at a moderate level, not too low but not too intense.

As he spanked my butt cheeks, driving stinging sensations deep into my ass, I slid the vibe in and out, holding it against my clit. The ginger juices inflamed my vage, making it tingle. With the vibrator in one hole and the plug in the other, I was beside myself with erotic joy. I clenched the butt plug hard, alternately pressing the vibrator against my clit, then sliding it in and out of my pussy.

When the inferno in my ass and pussy reached a crescendo (thankfully prior to a nuclear meltdown), I came—hard. As I climaxed, my husband twisted the ginger intruder back and forth in my ass. I’d never felt such intensely mingled pleasure and pain in my life.

Once the orgasmic throbbing had subsided, I asked Hubby to remove the plug. He slid it out gently, as I lay facedown on the bed. My ass continued to smolder and my pussy all but smoked—but it was a good burn. With a smile on my face, I enjoyed the afterglow as the embers cooled and the flames subsided to a faint tingle.

Now I can see why bondage enthusiasts love figging so much. If you enjoy anal, I highly recommend you try it at least once. Ginger. It’s not just for stir-fry anymore!