We talked about it once and I told him it didn’t appeal to me but then one day I saw it in the kitchen; a large nub of ginger. It took me two days to pluck up the courage and ask him why he had bought it, the only answer I got was a grin and it sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel his eyes on me as I vanished from the kitchen but I didn’t look back to see what he was doing. I didn’t want to know.
The next day as we stood in the kitchen talking about our day he reached out and picked up the piece of ginger. As we talked he fondled the ginger, turning it over and over in his hands as if getting to know it by touch alone, the whole time he was watching me. As we talked his eyes searched my face and as they did I started to stammer over my words, fidgeting with my hair and clothes as the nervous energy picked away at me. I wanted to tell him to stop but stop what? Stop looking me? Stop touching the piece of ginger? Whatever I said was going to sound insane, maybe even paranoid. I had made my wishes clear and he had never ignored them before so why would he start now.
In the end work saved me and he cast the ginger aside as he left the room to return to his desk but over the next week or so a similar scene was repeated on a number of occasions. Each time making me a little bit more nervous than before as more and more questions about what he had in mind clouded my thoughts but I wasn’t going to ask, I was firmly adopting the ‘ignore it’ defence but then it got worse. I saw him reading a blog post by someone about figging and in that moment I truly believed that he was planning on doing this to me. I could feel my heart race and my chest tighten and annoyingly my pussy dampen and yet despite that slightly treacherous reaction I still knew that this was not a kink for me. I didn’t say anything though, saying something now felt wrong, like I was assuming too much or even stepping close to attempting to over control things and so I waited and he teased; continuing to play with the ginger from time to time, making veiled comments in Twitter that could be taken one way but I was sure were meant another and on one occasion actually taking the ginger up to bed with him one night. It was starting to drive me insane as my mind increasingly filled in the blanks with visions of me tied to the bed watching him as he peeled the coarse skin from the ginger root until one day…
“I don’t know what you are playing at with that bit of ginger but it is starting to annoy me.” I snapped
He was across the kitchen in a flash and before I could blink I was being held up against the wall by my neck.
“What is your problem, Slut, what are you worried about?” He whispered into my ear
“umm the ginger Sir, I..umm… well I don’t want that” I stammered back
He laughed, letting go of my hair and as he walked away he said…
I know that, but you never said you didn’t want a mind fuck now did you?
I had to bite my lips so very hard as he left the room because the word ‘Bastard’ was literally fighting its way out of my mouth and I must have muttered something because he stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to face me saying…
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!” I replied with a firmness in my voice that I was sure disguised my lust filled anger
“Ha! I love it when you are like this, all full of angry indignant rage. It makes you horny”
He made me wait all day but that evening when we went to bed he let me fight away my anger, clawing and scratching at him until eventually he pinned me face down on the bed and fucked me slowly from behind as he whispered into my ear about the ginger, now much it would sting, how sexy I would look as I fought it, that he would enjoy tying me down and making me, and that my tears always made his cock hard. We both came, almost together, with a powerful roar of release.
The game goes on, it is not the only thing he likes to taunt me with though but it always ends the same way. I might not ever want to be figged but I do love a really good mind-fuck where the lines between reality and fantasy are blurred so much that you start to let your mind wander into the dark pits of your imagination where the rules are different & your fears are something to be used against you.
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