I Don’t Give A Fig

By on May 30, 2013.

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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Mollyxxx

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  1. That is a delicious mindfuck…but I am surprised it is such a limit for you! Then again, people frequently say the same thing when I tell them how terrified I am about electricity & fire. It’s funny how certain things are just…*things*…yanno?

    ~hugs~

    Jade
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    • Yep I do.. and electricity is another big no for me but on this occasion I think it is about my arse. I am about funny about what goes there, I don’t enjoy pain there at all and so I think it is that dislike that makes this a turn off for me

      Mollyxxx

  2. Yikes! I found out what figging was by reading Playgirl of all things. I am with you there. I don’t like my arse to be in any amount of pain… Well some pain is okay, but figging just sounds dangerous! All I can think of are chemical burns. O.O
    Really good blog though. Mind fucks are quite enjoyable. ^_^
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  3. I am in IT and am in a minuscule minority of people who dislike, rather passionately, science fiction. I guess it’s the same assumption with you: you like “submission and pain”, so figging “should” appeal but doesn’t.

    I liked it, in a weird way. It wasn’t really intense, but the ginger had been prepared for a few minutes before inserting it, and it did sting a bit, but it made me so, so horny and frisky. Given a choice between a few firm strokes of the cane or the ginger, I would say the ginger is less intense. It’s not so much pain, more an incredibly erotic discomfort. :)

    But mind-fucks are mean!
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  4. What a guy! What a great mindfuck. Intelligent mind games can be so very hot. My girl is much smarter than me and loves to tease and taunt and scare me.

    Which annoyingly, is kinda hot.

    sev xx

  5. Isn’t just wonderful how the mind wonders and worries about things that are probably never going to happen. I’m jealous of his ability to keep such a mind fuck going. I’d have ended up laughing somewhere in the middle.
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  6. I was scared of the ginger. I knew it would sting…but I was so curious, I bought the finger of ginger and gave it to my Man. It tingled and burned…and and I’d never had an orgasm from anal sex until that night. It was a profound experience in limits and pushing past fear.

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