Dominating Industry

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. ;)

"Paul, this is Beth, and Beth, I'd like you to meet Paul," Jenny announced, as though there was nothing unusual at all about introducing Beth to a naked stranger who wandered out of her bedroom with his cock already at half-mast. "This is the man whose semen you've been drinking in your coffee for about a week now, and I thought it was time for you to get to know him so you can take it direct from the source and sink into drugged obedience like me." Beth's eyebrows shot up at that, and she wanted to splutter out a whole series of infuriated expletives at her roommate… but there was a subtle and seductive aroma filling the room, almost unnoticed by Beth's conscious mind despite its erotic familiarity, and she found that her mouth hung open instead of being used to speak.

"Now I know what you're thinking," Jenny reassured her, stripping naked in the middle of the living room with a graceful ease that would have probably have shocked Beth if she wasn't so busy being shocked by everything else that was happening around her. "But Paul's got a lot of jizz in those big heavy balls of his, and he's fully capable of keeping us both drugged into helpless adoration without any problems. You'll get regular doses of his magic cum just like I do, we won't have to fight over it even a little." That was absolutely not what Beth was thinking, at least not before Jenny said it, but she had to admit she felt something unclench inside her mind with a wave of relief she couldn't logically explain. She slid off her chair with a thump as her knees hit the ground, realizing she had her mouth open like a baby bird now but unable to close it.

Jenny went over to her, undoing the buttons on Beth's blouse and pulling it away from her tingling skin while Beth knelt there, unable to take her fixated gaze off of Paul's stiffening cock and his huge balls even for a second. She felt strangely passive now, unable even to take conscious action to satisfy the craving she was inexplicably falling victim to, and it was almost comforting when Jenny purred, "Don't worry, it took me the same way when Paul first blessed me with his hot, salty cum. Once you've gotten a full load, straight from the source, you won't be confused anymore and you'll know what you want and who you want to be. It's only now, when your mind and your body are all mixed up, that you're having trouble."

Beth was pretty sure that her mind was very clear on being shocked and horrified by her roommate's utter betrayal, but when Paul walked over to them her certainty began to sublimate into desperate arousal like ice in the Vegas heat. Jenny took Beth's hand by the wrist and guided it up to her own jaw, molding it into a grip that held her mouth open even wider, and then she began to stroke Paul's cock and fondle his balls until precum dripped onto Beth's outstretched tongue. "We never make him do it himself," Jenny intoned, her voice pressing a whole new conviction into Beth's malleable mind. "It's our task to pleasure his sacred penis."

Beth's brain was filled with so many questions--how was it sacred? Why did it have this effect on her? How could he produce enough semen to feed two whole women every single day? But all of them vanished when Paul's cock spurted a load of hot, sticky jizz onto her tongue and she felt her old self vanish into warm, cozy surrender. She swallowed every last drop, even using her fingers to catch a dollop or two that overshot onto her cheek, and finally understood exactly why Jenny had done what she did.

But you still come back

You can say that you’re a feminist

But you still get wet when you’re called a good girl

You can say you have principles

But you still do whatever a man says when you’re horny

You can say it’s just for fun

But you still feel awful whenever you break a rule

You can say this doesn’t mean anything

But you still get distracted by your cunt throbbing

You can say that nothing’s changed

But you still need to ask to cum

You can say you can stop anytime

But you can’t