What’s it like to be figged?

I found out what figging was circa 2007, and became curious about wanting to try it out. Figging is the technical term for putting a piece of ginger inside someone’s arsehole, which brings a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘spicing up your sex life’ #sorrynotsorry. Anyway, the idea is also to get whipped while the ginger is in there, because you can’t clench, so it hurts more.

In November I was on a first date with someone, we were in a pub kissing, and talking about kinky sex, and he happened to mention that he had tried it on himself once. Considering most people don’t even know what it is, I was very excited by the fact he had actually done it. He said he couldn’t remember exactly what it was like, only that it hurt a bit. This only made me more intrigued to feel it for myself.

The third time we met up, he came over and brought me some ginger as a joke. We didn’t use it that night, but the next time he came round I asked him to fig me. He’s generally not very practical, but he managed to peel the ginger and shape it into a butt plug. I had this idea that I wanted to be tied up, covered in honey, and figged. I usually like food stuff with clothes on, but for this time I felt like wanted to feel the honey on my skin.

He stripped me and tied me to the bed on my hands and knees with some coarse rope an ex once bought me from Homebase, that I’d never used, but I felt it would go with the fantasy. With figging, apparently you’re not supposed to use lube, so you can feel the stinging of the ginger juices, so he put the ginger inside me with no warm up, and wow it was painful.

He proceeded to whip me, and I remember feeling like I couldn’t take it as much as usual. I even told him not to pour the honey all over me in the end, as the whole experience was already too overwhelming. In my fantasy I had wanted him to fuck me with the ginger still in there for some double penetration, but I couldn’t handle the ginger any longer, and asked him to take it out before fucking me. He fucked me doggy style until he came inside me (or was it on my face that time?), and then left me with my sore arsehole and shame for being so not as hardcore as I think I am.

Figging lessons and conclusion:

I do feel like I was a total pussy about it, but next time I would do it a bit differently, so that I could take it better. I would probably have a drink or two beforehand – as I was stone cold sober it was harder to relax. I would ask the person to use lube and finger me first – the lube would wear off eventually, but it would have been easier if lube was used to start with, as the main problem for me seemed to be the size, rather than the juices. I’m also used to the thing inside my anus moving – e.g. a dick, so having the ginger just stuck there didn’t feel as comfortable for me (although he said that he finds the opposite is true and likes the feeling of just being filled). 

I wished afterwards that he had covered me in honey – we did do some stuff with honey another time after that and it was a lot of fun, but it was mostly me pouring it on him, so it would be good for me to properly experience that. I also got my revenge recently by fucking him with my strap-on, but that’s another story…

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