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Ben took over looking for porn.. as I was unsuccessful.  The peeled ginger root in the glass of water was taunting me.. the idea that it was going to be in my ass shortly was something I tired hard not to think about.  He quickly redirected my attention to his cock.  I set to work on it… lavishing it with all the focus I could muster.  No matter what, the ginger was still there in the back of my mind.  I didn’t want this to happen… but when it came down to it, that didn’t matter.  He had decided… and I would comply.. because that is the decision I made a long time ago.

Ben went through a few clips of porn before he settled on one that seemed it interest him.  I could feel how interested he was against my tongue.  I do so love when he is super turned on… it makes me feel really good.  He let me work him over for a while before he decided he wanted to warm my ass.  He asked if I was ready for some pain… as always.. I was.

I turned around in front of him… not knowing which implement he would choose.  He had me lay out the crop and cane.. so either were a real possibility.  I waited with bated breath.  Before I knew it.. I felt the first sting of the crop.  It always cuts through me… straight to my core.  I clenched my ass and yelped.  It didn’t take him long to get into a good stride.  I could feel the heat in my ass radiating off my skin.  I could feel the wetness grow between my thighs.

At some point he switched it up… throwing the cane in the mix.  The good thing about the cane is I manage that pain much better than the crop.  There is a sting.. but I can breathe through it.. where the crop I struggle with.  So this switch was very much welcome.  Minutes passed with him beating my ass… my cries cutting through the house.  And then another change… the beating stopped.  I felt him get behind me.. and slid his cock deep into my very needy cunt.

I sighed with pleasure from being filled.  I needed it.. to break up the pain.  A little bit of pleasure always helps with that.  His hands dug into my hips… pulling me back into him.  I could certainly get used to this reprieve… enjoying each minute that passed.  Only this wouldn’t last.  He wanted to beat me some more… to make my ass feel what he had to give.

Another round of the cane and crop bombarded my back side.  At some point there was no thought of what lay ahead, but just living in the moment… taking in the pain.  Time passed… and before I knew it, it was time.  He asked if I was ready… and I most certainly was not.  He took it out of the water… and pressed it against my ass.  I tried so hard to relax… being tense was only going to make it worse.

He slowly worked it in… and I could feel the foreign object invading me.  There was a spot on the top that felt particularly rough.  I tried to tough it out… maybe it was just me needing to relax.  As he moved it in and out a bit, I knew this wasn’t the case and told him it hurt in a way it wasn’t supposed to.  Ben told me to relax and removed it.  I could already feel the beginning stages of the warmth it brought.

He shaved it down a little in the spot that wasn’t right and then reinserted it.  Ben made sure it was better before proceeding.  It felt a lot smoother… as far as better, well that is all relative isn’t it?  The burn was picking up… I had to focus.. and breathe.  I kept my eyes shut… trying to stay on top of it because if I lost control… it’d be all over with.  I told myself I could do this.  I knew I could.

Then… Ben broke out the cane again.  I could feel my heart sink.  My heart raced and my ass burned.  This wasn’t pleasant… and I didn’t like it.. at all.  But still.. I tried to stay focused as each stroke made contact with my very red ass.  I don’t know how much time passed.  It ceased to exist.  All that was there was us…  and that damn ginger in my ass.

Somewhere in there.. the ginger had leaked… and rolled down to make my pussy lips burn.  It was all so much to handle…. and yet it wasn’t over.  When Ben was satisfied I’d taken enough from the cane… he got behind me.  I knew what was coming.  We had talked about it long ago… fantasized about it… dreaded it. His cock plunged deep inside of my pussy…and this time.. there was no pleasure.  I couldn’t feel any pleasure through the burning.  It was non-existent.  He asked me if that was good… and I believe I said no.  I can’t really remember… I was in survival mode.

Time stopped.  I whined.. and tried hard to breathe.. all the while he was thoroughly enjoying himself.  My brain just kept replaying.. let this just end.. please cum.. please cum.  Before long I was questioning if I could survive this.  I didn’t know anymore… even if I was determined.  Please cum.  It burned so intensely.  My ass so full… my cunt so full.  If only I could be enjoying this.  Please cum.  So close to tears… just focus… I can do this.  Please, please, PLEASE cum.  I may die.  And then… he came.

Still I found no pleasure.. I was in agony.  Once his spasms were complete.. he pulled out… then removed the ginger carefully.  I collapsed.  And if this was possible.. it was worse after he pulled it out.  It seems all the juice was freed from it’s ginger root dam.  I just wanted it to stop burning.  Luckily.. since the source was gone… the burning slowly started to dissipate.

It would take minutes before I could actually speak.  The burning had cold to just a mild annoyance.  It was a tough experience… just as the first.  I found pleasure in very little… mostly that I had survived it without begging out of it.  I felt pretty proud of myself.  It was a major accomplishment in my eyes.  But damn, my poor ass.

revisiting an “old friend”

As of late… things have been pretty tame between Ben and I.  We’ve had so much going on.  Between work, home, kids… all that stuff.. it’s been keeping us on the go.  Of course, we still have sex.. but it’s not really been super intense.  I was missing it.. but not in this super nagging way.  I was just aware of it… but knew why.  We only have so much we can give before it’s too much.  We were still very connected… and happy and so I was okay with the less intense sex life.  Everything comes in waves, no?

I decided to bring it up.. just to make sure all was okay and that there wasn’t something underlying about the lack of intensity.  Everything was fine though.. but it never hurts to check in with each other I think.  Communication is paramount for sure.

So when the weekend approached… play night was fast and approaching, we were texting each other while at work.  There was mention of playtime… making sure we were still on and what kind of play was in my future.  When he said the kind that leaves me sore and bruised.. I was giddy to say the least.  A good hour passed before he sent another random text.

“Bring home a ginger root”…. and inwardly… I cringed.. probably outwardly too.  I sent him back a face that showed I was not excited… and he responded by saying I knew it was coming sooner or later.  He was right.. I did.  BUT, I didn’t have to like it!  The first and last experience I had with figging… wasn’t pleasant in the least bit.  After it happened… Ben had decided we would give it a go once more.. just didn’t know when.  The day had arrived.  It was ginger time once more, ready or not.

So when I got off work.. I picked up the ginger.. even though I didn’t want to.  Not getting it was never an option… I wouldn’t want to find out what would happen.  It wouldn’t be pleasant that’s for sure!  When I got home, I left the ginger out on the counter for Ben to see when he got home.  I went straight to the tub and took a long hot bath.  I made sure not to dwell on what was ahead of me… there really is no point.  It was happening and I was going to give into his will.

When he got home, I greeted him on my knees.  I saw his eyes dart over to the root laying out for the world to see.  He made no remark.  He asked if I wanted to shower with him, which I did.. as I was cold from waiting after my bath.  After all that stuff was out of the way we retired to the living room where I got him a drink while he looked for porn.  I sat at his feet when I was done.  He told me to fetch the root and a knife.

I sighed deeply and went after what he asked for.  I brought back a bag as well to catch the peel.  He handed off the mouse to find something to watch while he took over the business of peeling.  He sent me after a glass of water and then it was time to get down to business…

Game. Set. Match.

You know the say… don’t challenge your Dominant… he will take you up on said challenge. Last weekend he told me to purchase a ginger root when I was out grocery shopping. I believe his original plan was to use it that night as he had wanted to play with our asses. I told him that the root needed some fridge time so that changed the plan.

That left this weekend.  There wasn’t a lot of lead up to it… which was fine. I had a busy day at work and so wouldn’t have had too much time to focus on leading texts. Ben did send me a preparation text letting me know how he wanted me when he arrived home.

When I got home.. I showered and readied myself. I watched a movie as I waited for him to get home. As I heard him in the driveway I pulled off my tshirt and tossed it aside, kneeling naked in our living room. I waited as porn played on the television… but didn’t watch. I looked at the ground.. listening to him behind me. I was freezing… it took everything in me not to tremble from that cold.

When he came to me… he had striped down to nothing. His hands traced over my skin… over my nipples that were hardened from the frigid air.  He was so intimately in my bubble… so sweet… it made me melt. I could feel his cock poking into my back…. just ask he pushed me forward and dipped into my pussy. He fucked me with little to regard to my comfort… and I liked knowing that I was there to satisfy him.

When he was done, he gave me two tasks to complete while he showered.  I stayed on my hands and knees until he left the room… then hurried to finish the chores he had given. When I was done I bowed down in front of the bathroom door and waited. I was aware of everything he was doing from the sounds that echoed from the room. I could almost picture all the stuff he was doing… from putting on his deodorant to brushing his hair before he exited.  He bent down to me… telling me I was his good girl. If I were a cat.. I would have purred.

He walked me to the living room on my hands and knees. Sitting down on the couch… he pulled me to him to pleasure him with my mouth while he watched the images on the screen.  I do very much enjoy doing that while he watches porn. It was always a fantasy of mine… and now I get to live pretty frequently. It never gets old.

I worked him over as he sat there… his hands to his side never once touching me with his hands. I could feel how wet I was getting from it… and it made me feel all warm and tingly inside…. even if I wasn’t warm on the outside. I sucked his cock until I felt this frantic need inside of him being pushed out… he was going to cum.  He was going to use my mouth as a receptacle.  As his sperm emptied into my throat I choked and sputtered trying desperately to swallow it all. Once I was done… I licked out a few drops that I’d lost.

I laid my head against him… and he reassured me we weren’t done for the night. A few minutes passed and he decided my ass needed warming. I turned… leaving my ass in the air as he went through several different implements.  I was trying hard to stay on top of the pain he was giving but there is something about being cold that makes it harder. Ben and I agreed that its probably because my muscles are tensed which makes it harder to manage what he gives me.

After a little warming… he sent to me to the kitchen after a knife and ginger root. I did as I was told also grabbing a plastic bag to capture the peel off the root.  I rejoined him… sitting the things he asked for on the floor.  He handed me the bag and set to the task of peeling it. I wasn’t nervous… surprisingly.. just sat there watching him remove the skin to expose the flesh inside. He asked me what I though after he was done… I felt it… and pointed out a few spots that needed to be improved on.

When it was perfectly smoothed out and rinsed off.. he asked if I was ready. I was… and still not nervous. In hind sight… I should have been. I turned and put my ass in the air.  He touched the root to my ass… reminded me to relax… and started slowly working it in. Once it was half way in.. I could feel a tiny bit of warmth. By the time it was all the way in… the warmth was a little more intense.

Ben went to work on my ass… causing me to clinch each time the tool he used made contact with my skin. I was starting to feel panicky.  The heat was majorly intense already. I’m not sure if it was the juice that rolled down to my clit… over the lips of my pussy.. of it was the hook of the ginger pressing into my cunt that was burning. I couldn’t differentiate the two… all I knew was that it was on fire.  Just inside my ass was too… like a hot poker being shoved into me.

The tears broke… I was feeling out of control. My breathing was rapid and Ben could tell I was spiraling into disarray. He talked to me.. telling me to breathe… to calm down… that he owned me… and I was okay. I’m pretty sure at this point less than five minutes had passed… and already, I hated that damn ginger. It was more than I could take… and that’s saying a lot. I begged for him to take it out… I needed for him to take it out… please. He said two more minutes… and I groaned. Two minutes? I wanted it out then but like everything else, it wasn’t up to me. I was going to have to deal with it even if I didn’t want to.  I’m sure this is was a reminder (like I could forget?) of who was in charge. I asked for this after all… we would end on his terms, not mine.

I pushed through the heat in my ass… I was in melt down mode… I wanted so badly to be done.  I was for sure I was done…. I begged again for it to be removed… and yet there was still a minute left.  These seemed like the longest minutes of my life!  The burning was so overwhelming. I hated the fact that I knew it wouldn’t just completely subside the moment he took the ginger out… but it had to be less than what I was feeling in that moment. I pushed through the tears…. though I will admit that I was struggling big time.

When the two minutes passed, he told me to relax… and he slowly pulled it out. I was right about it not dissipating immediately but it was much better than when it was firmly planted inside of me. He pulled me to him… letting me cry against me. He asked if I wanted to go to bed and cuddle… I did. I hadn’t wanted that before. Before I wanted a thorough beating.. one I’ve been needing for some time. There would be no way I could have focused on a beating after being figged.. no way.. no how.

We climbed into bed… he pulled me close to him. He let me cry… it was what I needed. When I calmed down… he asked if I was going to be wanting to do that again. My answer was a resounding no. I thought for sure I was going to like it… and turns out I couldn’t have been more wrong.  He told me he was so proud of me for trying it… that he’s proud that I’m always up for trying new things. I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed on how it turned out.  I had pushed so hard to try figging… I kept mentioning it… and when I got it… I lasted less than ten minutes. Maybe even five. I was disappointed in myself to a point… I liked that he was proud… but it was hard to see why he would be.

He kept talking to me… telling me that all that mattered was that was proud and that I shouldn’t feel bad about it. I think he’s right…now.  I did try it…. and just because I didn’t like it.. didn’t make me me failure at it.  It just didn’t turn out to be my cup of tea.  There is no shame in being wrong… I couldn’t have known what it would really be like.

I had no idea I would have such a strong reaction to figging.  Ben and I had done plenty of research and such on the topic before we actually acted on it. There was such a broad spectrum of how people reacted to it… from a little tingle…. to a full on burning sensation. I guess I was on the far end… because it burned like hell.  I certainly never want to do it again… not even to see if it was just a really good root.  As the burn was disapating.. I already started to question if that was how I really felt… how quickly my mind forgot.  Even if my ass was feeling like that wasn’t too bad after all… my mind knows it was that bad after all.

So over all… it was a success… in that now I know that I don’t like it. You never know what you will and won’t enjoy unless you try it… and in doing so… I am educated. Experienced. Just for that feeling… it was worth it. Tonight may not have turned out like we had planned… but so many things in life don’t. I think its important to roll with the punches and take life as it comes.  Now I guess it’s time to find something else to fantasize about… to long for.  For now… that’s game… set… match.

My review…. thumbs down (haha).

 

a root by any other name…

Last month Sin wrote about figging…. and about her first experience with it. It wasn’t the first time I had heard of it… but it certainly made me feel differently about it. I never had much interest in it… I just kind of shrugged it off as just something else people did, but wasn’t something that made its way onto my to-do list. After reading what she wrote…. I had a very different look on it.

The Art of Figging she wrote about piqued my interest. I do love trying new things… and I love anal and this just seemed like a cool thing to do all of a sudden. It incorporated two things I enjoy… so hey, why not.

I didn’t say anything to Ben. I just let it stew in my mind… until the next day when she posted about her first experience. Let’s just say… after that I was totally wanting to try it. Her story left me totally horny… so much so I texted Ben at work with the link for him to read. I told him it was something we had to try…. that the idea of it made me really wet. He agreed that if I had that reaction, then yes, by all means we should try it.

I find that now it is my biggest obsession. I cannot wait to try it. I keep bringing it up to no avail. Anytime we are in a grocery store I have to swing by produce and check out the ginger root. I have even joked about him picking on out. Well.. sort of joked. I really want him to just do it. I want to know what its like from my own perspective. I want to know if I love it or hate it.. I want to add it to my list of things I’ve done like a badge of honor. I want to know when it’s coming…. I want to be have a date in my mind… something I can hold onto. I want to have experienced this by the end of 2010. I think that’s a realistic deadline.

See the thing about me is that when I set my heart on something… I rarely give up on them. I think about them all the time… mull them over… hope for them to come. I think it makes me a bit pushy sometimes…. I try not to be annoying about it. I feel like I need to remind him sometimes as all my whims aren’t always in the forefront of his mind.

I want him to know I’m serious about trying it.. and that it’s important to me. Sometimes he and I will both really want to do something… and yet time passes and it doesn’t happen.  I want for us to move past this… to be more aggressive about trying the things that turn us on. How ever will we know if it really does it for us if we don’t actually try it. Fantasies are great… but I prefer living them out.

So we shall see what the next two months holds… if it holds more waiting or if it holds some ginger deep in my ass. I hope that it’s the second option.  Trust me… I know if it’s good or bad… it’ll be fun getting there.. and a great story to tell.