Brat Whore

Figging is the practice of inserting a piece of ginger root into the anus or vagina. The ginger, skinned and often carved into the shape of a butt plug, causes an intense burning sensation and discomfort to the subject. If the person being figged tightens the muscles of the anus, the sensation becomes more intense. This technique was utilized as a means of punishment and humiliation to female offenders in the Victorian age, it was first invented for use on female slaves in Ancient Greece and later also used in the Roman Empire. It was also applied to horses in a practice known as gingering. It now most-commonly refers to a practice in BDSM.

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Just mentioning figging sends shivers up babygirl’s spine. We’ve never done it, but she is nearly terrified to try it. Figging has been a major deterrent of bad behavior in our long distance relationship. I believe the fact that she’s never experienced it has made it way more effective for altering her behavior. She doesn’t know what it’s like, and that amplifies her fear of it more than anything. She has willingly consented to trying it, so it is fair game as a punishment; however, I’m saving it in my tool bag for now. Like I said, her fear of it has been enough for quite a long time. 

I saw this meme and figured I’d share it along with a little information on the practice. If for no other reason, it at least keeps it fresh in babygirl’s mind. ;)

There’s the hazy-eyed drugged-out empty thing, who lives in a foggy world in its own mind. Comfortable and sleepy. Docile and sedated. Kept calm by its own fuzzy mind and memories. It doesn’t know it deserves better. It doesn’t know it’s been dehumanized or even was once a human. On some level it knows it’s being kept, but the idea of resisting is so distant and uncomfortable that it’s just easier to stay in the cage, no matter how secure it actually is. This pet barely feels the pain, jolting it only momentarily from its haze.

Then there’s the clear-eyed, pissed-off but entirely broken pet. It knows exactly what’s been done to it. It knows it’s been degraded and dehumanized. It knows what it once was, knows it doesn’t deserve that treatment, and would bark and bite if it still believed it would help. It’s docile because it’s given up, but that doesn’t mean it accepts it. It does what it needs to do to survive. Maybe it fears me, but it will protect me anyway. The life it had is gone, the option to get away is gone, and it will at least fight to keep what it has, no matter how much it hates it, hates me for what I’ve done to it.

Asking for a friend 🥸

I can see you through your nose glasses 🤨

But no, not yet, I think lm very similar to you right now, it's a hate but turns me on 🤦🏻‍♀️

But knowing how I went from hating the humiliation of him holding my head down the toilet, to now begging for it, I think we both know where it'll end - for us both!

My captor went through the effort of snooping through all of my socials to gather enough info to be able to take me in the first place, so of course she knew, I was stupid and I ignored all of the signs.

She knew exactly how to drag me in, exactly what to say, exactly how to act, everything fine tuned to lure me into her grasp so I'd never see the sun without her permission again.