2 comments/ 59534 views/ 8 favorites Figging By: Giselle_Renarde If someone were to ask me, "Hey Sonia, is there anything you and Phil have done in bed that you never ever thought you'd do?" I'd know the answer right away: Figging. And it's not because I'd gone through life thinking the practise was icky or weird or perverted. It's only because, up until three weeks ago, I'd never even heard of it. Figging is, I'm pretty sure, one of those really random sexual practices that hardly anyone's heard of. Or maybe everybody's heard of it and I was just extremely vanilla until I read about it in a sex blog a couple weeks back. I don't know. If the term were in the dictionary (and it's not—I checked), the definition would go something like this: Figging (verb) originated in the BDSM world and describes a sex act in which one partner inserts a piece of peeled, raw ginger into another partner's anus. That's right, girls! Either you get a tuber up the arse, or you stick it to your man. Does everybody keep ginger next to the vibrator in the night table? I'm worried that I sound incredibly naïve here, but I really don't think this activity has made it across the bedrooms of the country just yet. And that's exactly why I just had to try it. If Phil were to come home and say, "Hey baby, how's about we shove some ginger root up your butt tonight?" I would have been like, "What the hell have you been reading?" I'm sure he was thinking the same thing when I introduced the idea. But Phil is just as open-minded as I am, so I knew I could count on him to go with it. We decided I would take the root up the backside. It was my idea, after all, and I was super-curious about how it would feel. I'd read if you peel the ginger and trim it to the right size, then put it in the freezer for a while, the effect is a slow-released cold-hot burning sensation. Well, that sounded good to me, so I stuck that baby in the deep freeze one morning before going to work and I thought about it all day. When I got home that evening, Phil was ready and waiting. Because I'd mentioned figging started in the BDSM world, he figured it would be a propos to tie me to the bedposts. I couldn't say no to that! He warmed me up before cooling me off. Getting in between my thighs, Phil licked my pussy like crazy. When he caught me gazing down at him and moaning like mad, he scolded me for having too much fun. I laughed until he got a silk scarf from my drawer and tied it around my eyes. Everything went dark and all I could do was lie back with my wrists secured to the bed and listen to him lap and slurp as he ate my pussy. When I started hollering out loud and screaming his name, I felt him ease the cold ginger up inside my ass. Once it was in there freezing my hole, he stopped licking me so I could savour the sensation. My ass must have been hot-hot-hot, because the ginger melted fast. As the cold fell out of it, the tingling began. My asshole was taken over by a delicious smouldering sensation. When I started to squirm, Phil asked if it hurt. I told him, "No, it doesn't. It burns, but it doesn't hurt." As the ginger's juices attacked the sensitive tissue of my asshole, Phil held the root in place and dove at my pussy again. He sucked hard on my clit as he wiggled the ginger around. It unfroze quickly, and I could feel it weeping juices down my crack, but I still couldn't see a thing because of the silk scarf over my eyes. Once Phil had my clit in his mouth, he wouldn't let up until I was begging for mercy. This time was no exception. The ginger burned in my ass as he went at my bud. The sensation was so intense, I had to grit my teeth together. Finally, I couldn't keep quiet anymore. I let out a shriek. I hollered Phil's name and told he had to stop or I'd lose my mind—and probably kick him clear off the bed. He pulled the ginger from my ass and a shiver went through me. I could still feel that warm, smouldering feeling inside me even after it was gone. Even after letting up on my pussy and my bum, Phil didn't take off the blindfold or untie my wrists. He kept me strung up while he kissed my nipples, my neck and my lips, and then we lay together for what felt like an hour of perfect bliss. When we finally got out of bed, I elected to make dinner. I asked Phil what he felt like and, of course, the joker laughed, "Well, we've got all this leftover ginger..." Figging Cat NOTE TO READER: This story is fiction, but is based in a practice that is long-standing in BDSM. Enjoy... * Dr. Jack Wilson leaned back in his chair and shook his head in disappointment. His best sophomore honors psychology student caught cheating....Unbelievable. But the evidence was irrefutable. The online service subscribed to by his college had clearly identified several passages in Catherine "Cat" Robinson's final research paper as cut and pasted directly from research reports posted online. Yet, when Jack went to Catherine's reference citations, there was no evidence of her having cited the sources. Jack shook his head in disbelief. The college at which he taught was a small, conservative private college that prided itself in its academic honor code. If a student cheated, justice, in the form of immediate expulsion, was swift. Cat Robinson, being a sophomore, was well aware of the potential consequences, so Jack had no choice but to call her in. At the end of the 8:00 AM sophomore Honors Psychology Seminar the next morning, Jack asked Cat to stay after class. He noticed that her complexion blanched white, then beet red as he spoke to her. There was the usual complement of students that stayed behind to ask questions after class and it was a few minutes before Jack could turn his attention to Cat. As he stood and talked with the other students, he noticed that she fidgeted nervously as she waited. Finally, as the last student left the room, he turned to her and said, "Let's walk down to my office, Cat." She dropped her head and only nodded her assent. Once they got to the office, the confrontation was swift and predictable. Jack, standing beside Cat as she sat at his desk, presented his case. He showed her a copy of her paper containing highlighted passages that were plagiarized from the online reports. Cat, realizing she was caught, bowed her head as a tear rolled off her cheek dropped onto the lap of her skirt. "I'm so sorry..." she whispered. "Cat," he replied shaking his head and walking around his desk to sit down, "What were you thinking?" "I wasn't..." she replied as she took a ragged breath, "I got behind with my assignments and took a shortcut." "But Cat, you knew I used the software to check for plagiarism." "Yeah, I remember you telling us about it, but I forgot it. I was just not thinking clearly. I was behind and trying to just get through the semester." "You know I have to report this to the Honor Committee," he sighed. "Oh no!" she looked up in shock, "But I'll be expelled!" "Cat, you knew the rules going in," he replied, "No cheating of any type." "Oh god! Oh no!" she sobbed, "My parents will be crushed. They have done so much to get the money to send me here. How will I ever face them?" Jack handed her the box of tissues he kept handy for situations like this and waited as she sat with her head in her hands silently sobbing. He thought about how often a basically good kid had made a similar mistake and then suffered the consequences of expulsion from the college. "Please Dr. Wilson," Cat cried, "Isn't there another way? I'll do anything you ask." Jack sat quietly studying Cat as she sat at his desk. More than once he had singled her out for consideration beyond the usual male professor's fantasy about fucking a young college girl in his class. Cat was no raving beauty by any stretch, but she did have a nice curvy body and exuded a quiet sexuality. Her legs were long and shapely with curved calves and full thighs. Her hips were broad and her ass curved out enticingly. There was a little baby fat belly that curved into full breasts which were topped by a cute face framed in long dark hair. As he sat and watched her compose herself, his interest in Cat changed from academic to erotic. The fact was that while most people knew Jack as a somewhat low key, yet accomplished professor who commanded the respect of both his peers and his students, there was another side of him that no one at the college knew of. Dr. Jack Wilson, Professor of Psychology, respected academician, was also a devotee of BDSM. And as such, he thought he knew the appropriate punishment for Catherine Robinson...A punishment that would prevent her from ever cheating again, would enable her to stay in school without any undue public embarrassment, and at the same time provide him with entertainment with this young woman as his plaything. He felt his penis stir in his trousers as he visualized Catherine Robinson placed at his disposal. Shaking his head to clear the image from his mind, he turned his attention back to Catherine. "You say you'll do anything..." he stated flatly, leaving the words hanging. "Yes, anything you ask," she replied too quickly, only to correct herself, "Well, not anything...Not um, well, you know, sex or anything like that." "I'm not interested in sex Cat," he stated sharply. "Oh, I'm sorry," she blurted as she blushed red again, "I didn't mean...Oh god I'm sorry!" "What I am speaking of is punishment," he said as he stared at her. "You mean like writing a theme or doing another paper?" she replied. "Well, if you choose this route over the Honors Committee, you'll re-write the paper and take an automatic 10% reduction in the grade before I start grading it. The re-written paper is due in this office by 5:30 PM tomorrow" he said. "Yes sir," She nodded eagerly, feeling a little relief. But before her relief could settle he continued. "But there will be an additional punishment...A real punishment." "You mean like a spanking?" she replied incredulously. "Something like a spanking," he replied. "Oh, I don't know," Cat replied as she stared off into space over Jack's shoulder. "I've never been spanked...Ever." "Well," Jack sighed as he stood up, "I'll just file the report and we'll see where it goes. I'll get it done today so you'll know the results before final exams start." "No! Wait!" Cat blurted out in panic, "Can I think about it? I mean, I've just never..." Her voice trailed off as she began to sob again. "Okay," Jack said softly but firmly, "It's 9:30 now. You have eight hours to think about your choices. If you choose to go before the committee, just e-mail me by 5:30 PM today and I'll file the report. My e-mail address is on the course syllabus. If you choose to take the punishment, be back here at exactly 5:30 PM this afternoon and we will proceed. Do you understand?" "Y-yes," Cat nodded as she wiped her eyes and gathered her books. She walked to the door and paused. "Thank you," she said, "I don't know what I am going to do, but I appreciate that you have given me a choice." He only nodded and she walked out. Almost as soon as the door closed, it reopened and she stuck her head back in the office. "Um, if I return for punishment this afternoon, what should I wear?" "The skirt and blouse you have on now will be fine," he replied. "Oh, okay. Thank you..." and she closed the door. Jack stood at his office window and watched Cat as she walked down the street in front of the building. "Her ass really is suited for it" he thought to himself, "I just hope she is desperate enough to come back." And then he turned, picked up his car keys and walked out to his car. He had grocery shopping to do. Jack drove to a local Asian market and made his purchase, a large "hand" of fresh ginger and a small paring knife. He then proceeded to a hardware store where he purchased a length of soft, pliable rope. Then he went by his home to retrieve two items that would be helpful should Catherine decide to show up. Finally, he returned to his office and locking the door, proceeded to cut the rope into lengths suitable for restraining a wriggling 19 year-old female. He then sat for about an hour contemplating the potential consequences of his actions. What he was planning, while technically legal as long as he didn't force Catherine to do anything, was clearly unethical. If he was caught or if his actions were ever revealed, he would be forced to leave the college and would probably be blackballed from teaching forever. On the other hand, the force that drove his dominant personality was unrelenting. He had seen something in Cat that he felt was worth exploring and he was compelled to take the risk involved to see if his perception was accurate. Eventually, he stood and went down to the Psychology Department central office. The department maintained soundproof testing rooms for research and training purposes. Jack knew that he needed somewhere to execute his plan that would be safe from prying eyes and ears. His suspicions that the rooms would be free late in the semester were confirmed and he calmly asked the departmental secretary to reserve one isolated room for his use for two hours that evening. He then returned to his office and spent the afternoon grading the remainder of the research papers from the sophomore seminar. He found no more plagiarists. The day moved much slower for Cat. After her meeting with Dr. Wilson, she walked blindly across the campus to the student center. Her mind was awash with myriad thoughts that ranged from being caught cheating to the bizarre idea of being punished (Spanked?) by Dr. Wilson. Her underarms were damp and sticky and her heart raced in panic as she alternately considered the consequences of the Honors Committee versus the consequences of returning to Dr. Wilson's office. She attempted to eat lunch but ate only half a sandwich before trudging off to the last two classes of the day, which she sat through as if in a trance. It was only after she got back to her dorm room that she came to the blinding realization that if Dr. Wilson intended to spank her, the fact that he told her to wear a skirt meant that he probably intended to raise her skirt to spank her bottom. Her mouth went dry and her pulse pounded as she tried to imagine his hand crashing onto her upturned bottom...Even if he allowed her to keep her panties on, the humiliation of such a situation was more than she could contemplate. Eyes tearing, she pulled out the seminar syllabus, logged on to her college e-mail account and slowly typed in Dr. Wilson's e-mail address. Then she profusely thanked him for giving her the choices she had but she would take her chances with the Honors Committee. Then, before clicking on the "SEND" icon, she stood and walked to the window in her dorm room. She thought of the humiliation that would come with telling her parents of her cheating and of the humiliation her parents would suffer because of her foolishness. She wondered if she was expelled could she get into another university and she weighed all of that against 5 minutes over Dr. Wilson's lap. Heaving a ragged sigh, she turned back to her computer, leaned over the keyboard, and clicked on "DELETE." At precisely 5:30 PM, Cat walked down the hall of the deserted classroom building and knocked on the office Jack's office door. As he came to the door, he noticed that she had changed into a fresh skirt and blouse and from the scent of shampoo in her hair, he correctly assumed that she had taken a shower before leaving her room. Instead of letting her in his office, he told her to follow him and together, silently, they walked to the elevator and went up to the 4th floor where he led her to the testing room he had reserved earlier that day. Cat walked in, followed by Jack. She jumped at the sound of the bolt being turned to lock the door. Cat looked around...The room, about 15 feet square, was well lit and contained two straight-back oak chairs and a sturdy oak table. She noticed that there was a briefcase on the table and a large, seemingly full trash bag on the floor. "Sit down please," Jack said as he took a seat in one of the chairs. "Okay..." she whispered. "You've made your decision?" he asked pointedly. "Y-yes sir," she replied "I have." "And that decision is?" "T-to take the p-punishment from you," she stammered. "You've decided to take the punishment I prescribe rather than have me report you to the Honors Committee for an academic integrity code violation?" "Y-yes, s-sir..." Little known to Cat was the fact that in the next room, state of the art equipment used to video/audio all testing sessions was recording all that was being said and done in the testing room. Jack felt that this feature would serve two purposes...It would show that Cat was entering into this agreement of her own will, thus possibly preventing an arrest for sexual assault and it would provide him viewing pleasure later on. "You know that your punishment will be painful?" She could only nod her head as tears welled in her eyes and rolled over her cheeks. Okay," he said, "Then let's get started" and he stood up. "Oh, g-god!" she whispered. She dropped her head and nodded in resignation "Do I really have to take a spanking?" "Who said anything about a spanking?" he replied, "I said punishment, not spanking." "B-but, isn't spanking a punishment?" she stuttered, confused. "It can be," he replied, "But I have something different in mind for you." "D-different?" she stammered, "What do you mean 'different'?" "Just get undressed" he stated simply "and we'll get started." "Un-undressed?!" she blurted, "You want me nude?" "Yes," he replied simply, "Nude." Catherine was no sexual novice. She had lost her virginity during her junior year in high school and had slept with several boys since then. But being nude with a lover and simply stripping off one's clothing to stand in front of what amounted to a complete stranger were two different things. She was incredulous. "B-but," she stammered wringing her hands as her pulse roared in her ears, "I j-just d-don't understand!" "It simple," he laughed as he spoke softly, yet firmly, "You stand up and remove your clothing. When you're done, I'll tell you what to do next." "O-oh god!" she stammered a whisper...And in her mind it was as if a switch was thrown...She knew she had to do what he said...Not because of the grade in the seminar...It was deeper than that....Much deeper...He was now in charge and she needed to be taken where he was leading her....It was her secret...Her perversion...She had felt it before in the presence of other forceful men...But she hadn't really known...No one had known, until now... And somehow he had figured it out. "W-where do y-you want me?" she whispered, still staring at her hands. He stood and took her hand, guiding her into a standing position. Then he moved the table and one chair aside leaving a large space. Finally, he sat in the remaining chair and motioned her to a spot about four feet in front of him. "Right here will be fine," he said "But before we start I'm giving you one final chance to leave." Her head jerked up and her eyes met his. "No!" she said sharply, almost as if the thought caused panic, then dropping her eyes, "N-no...I-I'll go through with it." "Okay," he said simply, "anytime you're ready." Her heart raced as she stood there, about to undress before a man she knew only as her professor. Not sure about where to begin, she kicked her flip-flops off. She paused to look into his eyes, but his even gaze unnerved her and she dropped her eyes to her hands, as they moved to the buttons on her blouse. Again she hesitated, and thinking that she might preserve her dignity a little longer, she reached behind her back to unzip her skirt...That way at least her shirttail would cover her a little longer. She was acutely aware of his watching her, yet she put her thumbs in her waist band and began to wiggle her ass slightly as she worked the skirt off her hips. As the material cleared the round protuberance of her ass she let it slip out of her hands and closed her eyes as it pooled around her ankles. He shifted in his seat and adjusted his penis in his trousers as her thighs came into view. He realized that until this instant he had never paid much attention to her legs. He was pleased at what he saw. Her well muscled calves were topped by strong thighs, the inner surfaces of which seemed to brush one another at the top. He would have to wait for her blouse to come off to see for sure. She glanced up only to meet his eyes. He was still sitting, looking interestedly, with that same steady gaze. Taking a deep breath, she began to unbutton her blouse and her heart raced as the last button cleared the button-hole and her blouse fell open. She arched her back as she removed the garment and heard him gasp in pleasure as her thinly covered breasts came into view. The blood was rushing in her ears and she could see only a veil of pink in front of her eyes as she reached to unhook her bra. She wanted badly to stop, to dress and leave, but she knew instinctively that she was beyond self-control...To her, the only option was to get on with this and hope she made it through. Her fingers fumbled...Then finally she felt the familiar shape of the clasp...Aware that her posture caused her breasts to thrust toward him, she manipulated the clasp apart and then felt the slight sag of her breasts as the bra fell free. Her next sensation was the sound of his sharp intake of breath as her nipples came into view...Dark, large pink paps surrounded by broad dark aureolae contrasted with the white skin of her breasts...Her nipples were erect and upturned as if needing to be sucked...She paused to look into his eyes and was frightened by the raw sensuality she saw there... He anxiously awaited the removal of her panties. Fearing that if she paused she would not be able to go on, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties She bent to push them down and then felt them fall as they loosened on her thighs...They puddled at her feet and she, still staring at the floor, stepped out of the leg holes...The she straightened and face him...Nude. ..He was pleasantly surprised to see that she hadn't shaved her pubic hair, an apparently common practice among young girls that in his eye robbed them of their womanhood and presented them a bald as the day they were born. In his mind, mature women should have pubic hair. Before she could settle into a posture, he stood and was looking deep into her eyes said, "Put your hands behind your neck and lace your fingers together." Although she wanted badly to cover herself with her hands she wavered only a second before doing as he told her. As she laced her fingers behind her neck she immediately recognized that this posture raised her breasts in such a manner so as to thrust the nipples up and make them most prominent. Still standing in front of her, he noticed that her legs remained tightly clipped together as if to protect what lay between them. "You need to move you feet apart" he said simply as he stared into her eyes. "Why?" she asked, her eyes pleading with his not to make her expose herself any more. "Because," he said shrugging his shoulders, "I can't see you pussy." Immediately she dropped her gaze to the floor and felt a blush rise up her neck. At that moment she knew that he had no intention of leaving even a shred of her dignity intact. At that realization she slipped her feet apart slightly, hoping to appease him. "That won't do" he stated flatly and moving his foot between hers, he forced her to slide her feet almost three feet apart...So much so that she could feel cool air brush the lips of her pussy. She dropped her chin to her chest, looking straight at the floor, but he didn't like her posture. "Hold your head up Cat," he admonished, "Tuck you butt in and straighten your shoulders. I want to see those tits stand up and that pussy thrust forward." She reluctantly positioned herself as he instructed, tightening her ass cheeks and thrusting her pelvis forward...Straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin. Again she blushed as she saw him staring at her intently, his eyes raking her nude body pausing to examine her erect nipples and then to move down to the darkness of her pubis. Figging Cat Her nervousness grew with every passing second and finally she whispered, "W-what are you g-going to d-do to me?" "Hush!" he responded softly, "From this point on, no questions...I gave you the opportunity to leave and you decided to stay. I own you for the next two hours. You will do what I say, when I say it. No more, no less...Understand?" Silently, she nodded her head in understanding. He stepped away, picked up the trash bag, removed two bed pillows and walked to the table. "Step to this end of the table, bend at the waist and place your upper body on the table." "Oh!" Cat gasped as she turned to see a pillow lying on the table and realized that she would be bent over with both her anus and pussy clearly visible. She took the two steps it took to reach the table and then stood before bending hesitantly. She felt Jack's hand grasp her behind the neck and shuddering in fear, allowed her upper body to bend forward. She gasped in surprise as her rigid nipples met and then were pressed into the cold surface of the table. As her face settled into the pillow she inhaled the scent of the freshly laundered pillow case. "Grasp the end of the table please," Jack ordered, "and under no circumstances are you to let go." "Yes sir," Cat whispered as she gripped brought her arms up and grasped the end of the table, gripping until her knuckles turned white. Another pillow was placed under Cat's belly. Then in quick succession, four short lengths of rope were used to secure her ankles and knees to the legs of the table. Two more lengths of rope secured her hands in place. The effect was to force Cat to bend straight-legged with her legs spread, her belly on the thick pillow and her upper body lying flat on the table, breasts and nipples pressed into the cold table. This posture resulted in her buttocks being raised and her hips cocked so that both her anus and pussy were fully visible. Cat's eyes filled with tears at the humiliation of Jack being able to see her most private parts and she began to sob quietly. There was a click as Jack opened his briefcase and a rustle of plastic as he removed the plastic bag containing the ginger root and paring knife. He sat down in the remaining chair and placed the items on the table. "Turn your head this way please," he said politely. Cat turned her head to face him and gasped when she saw the knife. "P-please, please!" she cried out, "Don't hurt me!" "It's okay," he soothed, "The knife isn't for you..." Her body relaxed visibly. "It's for this," he said as he held up the hand of ginger. "Do you know what this is?" he asked her. Cat stared at the tan tuber that he held up. It looked for all in the world like a fat, four --fingered hand. "I'm not s-sure," she responded, "I've seen it before but...." "It's ginger root." "Ginger root?" "Yes, are you familiar with ginger? Have you tasted it?" "Y-yes sir," she stammered, "It is kind of hot isn't it?" "Yes, it can be...It can burn." "Oh...." "Cat, have you ever heard of figging?" "Figging?" "Yes." "No s-sir. I don't know what that is." "Okay, wait a minute." He got up and walked over to his briefcase where he pulled out a single sheet of paper upon which was type a brief paragraph. He walked over to where she was bound and held it up where she could read it. "Read this aloud, please," he said. Taking a deep breath and focusing on the paper in front of her, Cat began to read aloud. "Figging is a sexual practice involving the insertion of a prepared "finger" of ginger root into the anus....Oh my g-god! Oh my god! No, please!" Her panic was immediate and complete. While she was aware of anal sex play, and even see internet sites that showed images of women being fucked in the ass by men with insanely huge cocks, she had never, ever, entertained the thought of participating in any anal activity. No one save her mother when she was a child and her gynecologist had ever even seen her anus. She pulled against her bindings and pleaded with him, but to no avail. "Continue reading Cat," he instructed. "Oh no! Oh please no!" she cried. "Continue Cat!" Cat seemed unable to continue to read so he took over for her. He quietly read the remainder of the passage aloud as she lay prostrate on the table sobbing quietly. "A peeled ginger root, shaped like a slender butt plug, inserted into the anus without lubrication of any kind. The ginger juices cause burning, stinging, pain and extreme horniness. The person belonging to said anus become twitchy, jumpy and very lively. The effect lasts for about 20 minutes or more depending on the freshness and strength of the root. The root can also be applied directly to the clitoris or inserted into the urethra." "Oh please!" she cried, "Don't do that to me! Please just spank me instead!" "Sorry," he replied," You've agreed to the punishment and now I'll carry it out. Watch me while I prepare your plug Cat and don't you dare look away." He then sat down in the chair and picking up the knife and hand if ginger cut off the largest "finger" on the hand, one that was almost 5 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. Leaving a large butt on the base of the finger, he proceeded to use the knife to remove the brown papery skin from the finger until he had a smooth plug of about 4 ½ inches in length and about 1 ½ inches in diameter at its broadest point. Cat lay quietly as she watched, wondering at the sweet scent that filled the room as Jack prepared her plug. Her heart raced as the plug took shape and she began to panic as he held it up for her to see. "Almost done," he said as he held the plug up, "All I need to do is cut a retention ring." "R-retention ring?" she asked reflexively. "Yes, I'll cut a ring right here at the base for your anal sphincter to clamp around so you don't lose it." "Oh god!" she whispered as she began to sob again. Soon he was done and he held the plug up for her to see. "P-please don't do this to me!" Without saying a word he stood and walked around to stand behind her uplifted hips. She had clenched her buttocks tightly together in an effort to prevent penetration, but he had seen this before and spoke quietly, "Cat, either relax your buttocks, or I'll be forced to make you relax them." "I can't," she sobbed, "I'm frightened...I don't want to hurt." "Yes you can. Relax them now. Just relax them." "Oh god, no...I can't...I'm scared." Unwilling to wait any longer, he laid the plug on the table beside her hips and taking his thumb and forefinger began to forcibly spread the smooth cheeks of her buttocks. "Ah, oh no! Please don't!" she cried as she clamped down harder. He used more force and gradually the shadow of the edges of her anus came into view. "Wah! Oh no please don't do that!" "Just relax," he said as he continue to put pressure on her ass cheeks and worked his thumb and finger deeper into the clenching crevice. Slowly he gained an advantage as her anal muscles tired and her ability to resist waned. At last she collapsed on the table sobbing and let her anal sphincter relax. As she did he spread her ass cheeks apart and exposed the winking, pink-brown star of her anus. With no hesitation, he quickly picked up the ginger plug and set it firmly against Cat's anus. "Y-i-i-i-i-i!" Cat screeched at the sensation of the cold root touching the warmth of her nether hole. Grasping the base of the plug, he pushed and watched as the first, narrow half disappeared into Cat's rapidly expanding hole. "Y-e-e-e-e-e-e-o-o-o-o-w-w-w! Oh my god you're splitting me! Oh, please don't tear me!" Silent, he used his thumb and fingers to hold her ass cheeks wide open and then he pushed again. Her anus stretched around the broadest section of the plug and he paused to let Cat buck and squeal as her little hole stretched obscenely to accommodate the slimy intruder. "N-e-e-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! Oh my god you're killing me! Oh, p-l-l-e-e-e-e-a-s-e take it out! Oh god please!" With a final push, Jack seated the plug in her anus and then stood back as her anal ring settled onto then clamped around the retention ring in the plug. Cat collapsed onto the table panting in temporary relief as the pain caused by the stretching of her anal ring subsided. But her relief was short lived. Almost immediately, she felt a slight stinging begin to develop in and around her anus. This was to be expected as the fact that her anal ring had been stretched so tightly around the plug actually caused the juice of the ginger root to gather on the tender flesh of that brown star. "Ah!" she grunted as the stinging became more intense. "Oh no! Oh, god that burns!" she screeched as the sting evolved into intense burning that began to bore past her anus and deep into her rectum. Jack watched interestedly as she strained against her bindings and wriggled in an attempt to escape the fire that now coursed through her body. A sheen of perspiration covered her body as she struggled and her leg muscles bulged as she worked to dislodge the burning probe in her anus. "Oh, please Sir! P-please take it out of my ass! Oh, I promise I'll do anything Sir! Anything you want...I'm so sorry! Please help me!" As she struggled she tried everything she knew to lessen the burning. Clenching her anal sphincter doubled the intensity of the sensation, yet relaxing her anal ring exposed more tissue to the bare ginger root. As he watched, Jack picked up the knife and another finger of ginger and pulled a chair around behind Cat so he could observe her pussy as the ginger took effect. He split the finger and carved the piece so that it was an oval shape with one flat surface. He then carved a shallow concave pocket in the flat side. "About another two minutes and she'll feel it" he thought to himself. Cat continued to squeal and struggle for a while longer. Then the sensation changed ever so slightly. A different warmth permeated her nether regions and the itch of sexual need suddenly emerged with a vengeance. "Unh! O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she whispered almost as if to herself. Jack watched intently as her movements changed ever so subtly . The struggling against her bindings ceased and she began to slightly buck her hips in search of a way to scratch the now raging sexual itch between her legs. He smiled as her heretofore tightly clipped together thighs and ass cheeks began separate and the pink slit of her pussy emerged between the two hair-covered lips of her pussy. "U-n-n-n-n-h-h-h!" she grunted as her clitoris began to unsheath itself in search of stimulation that would lead to orgasm. Jack was pleased to see that Cat's clit was somewhat larger than average and as the minutes passed he watched as it completely emerged and stood erect, as large as the end of his pinky finger. "W-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h! Oh please Sir. I n-need..." Cat pleaded as she bucked her hips in sexual need. Her thrusting and humping a clear indication that what was once an ember in her ass had now become a full raging inferno in her pussy. "Need what Cat?" Jack asked as he continued to watch her struggles. "Oh, god Sir...It's made me so horny...Please Sir, I need to cum! Oh please, can you help me?" The gyrating of her hips had become so frantic as to appear to be spasms of thrusting followed by cries of frustration. Tightening her anal muscles in an attempt to get friction on her clit reignited the burning in her bowels as the ginger root plug continued to do its work. At the 15 minute mark Cat was frantic for sexual release, begging Jack to help her. Finally, Jack stepped forward and laid his hand on her hip. "Okay, I have something that will distract you, at least for a little while. Do want it?" "Oh god yes, please" Cat panted as she continued to thrust her hips, "Please help me." "Okay, here you are," he chuckled. She gasped as she felt his fingers between her legs and spreading the now slick lips of her pussy. Suddenly there was a cold sensation as something hard and slimy was nestled between her lips and over her clit. Startled she froze in place and then the realization hit her at the same time the burning started. "N-e-e-o-o-o-o-o!!! Oh god not there! Oh please not on my pussy!" she squalled as the ginger began to work its magic on the tender tissue between her pussy lips. Jack had shaped the plug so that it fit over and yet stayed in contact with the nub of her clitoris and yet was wide enough to fit inside her pussy lips and fold them back over to retain it. The intensity of the burning in Cat's pussy was beyond anything she had ever experienced. For a full ten minutes she thrashed and cried out, begging for relief. Finally, the burning in her pussy subsided and the extreme horniness returned with a vengeance. After another five minutes she collapsed on the table sobbing in frustration. Jack immediately stepped up behind Cat and gently removed the ginger from her vaginal opening. The he firmly grasped the base of the anal plug and began to pull. "W-a-a-a-a-h-h-h!" Cat cried out as she felt the broadest section of the plug begin to stretch her anus. Jack continued to pull as she thrashed in pain. Her frantic thrusting and humping during the past 25 minutes had caused her anal sphincter to clamp firmly around the plug and she was pulled screaming onto tiptoe as the thickest part of the plug hung, then was pulled free. Cat collapsed in a combination of pain and frustration and began to sob uncontrollably. She was completely humiliated and yet obscenely stimulated at the same time. "Okay Cat," Jack said as he loosened and removed her restraints, "You can get up." The calmness in his voice belied the excitement in his mind and the erection in his trousers. She stood shakily and not knowing what to do, dropped her head and sobbed silently. "Resume your standing position Cat," he said. She stared questioningly. "Legs spread, hands behind your neck." "Oh...Yes sir," He watched as she resumed the position. Her nipples were rigid. The dark brown paps were now pink on the tips as they extended in extreme rigidity. Even standing with her legs spread, she continued to buck her hips ever so slightly, a sure sign of the extreme sexual arousal coursing through her body. Her lips were parted and her eyes glazed. She was a mess of conflicting emotions and physical sensations. He packed his brief case and returned the pillows to the plastic bag. She stood quietly, her body occasionally wracked with a sob or a sigh. Finally, he turned to her. "You can get dressed now." "Thank you," she whispered. Her skirt, bra and blouse went on quickly, but as she pulled her panties up under her skirt she gasped and immediately removed them. "May I leave these off?" she questioned, "Th...They make things worse." "Certainly," he responded. He unlocked the door and they made their way down the hallway. Her steps were uncertain and he heard her gasp several times as they walked. At the elevator she turned to him. "May I use the restroom?" "Of course," he stated. She rushed into the ladies room and he caught the door before it closed completely. He smiled as he heard the rustle of clothing, a gasp of pleasure and then almost immediately, the groan and whimpering of her orgasm. He let the door close quietly and waited until she came out. When they got to his office he reminded her of the re-write on the paper. She nodded absentmindedly and walked toward the exit. He watched as she walked away and just as she got to the door she turned, gave a weak smile, and waved. He waved back, went into his office, and watched her walk down the sidewalk in quick steps. She turned one more time and looked toward the building. As she waited for the traffic light to let her cross the street, he saw her hand wander to her crotch and rub lightly seemingly without realizing she had done so. The next day at precisely 5:30 PM, there was a knock on his office door. "Come in." Cat walked in with her re-written paper in her hand. She looked like shit....Dark circles under her eyes, unwashed hair, hands shaking... "You look pretty rough," he stated calmly. "Yeah," she smiled weakly, "It's been a long night what with the paper and all." "And all?" he queried. "Yeah," she stated staring at the floor. "What else is 'all'?" Her eyes flared and she spat the words out. "Damn you! You bastard! You did all that to me and left me hanging like that? What the hell? I've rubbed myself raw over the last 22 hours. Couldn't you even help me?" "How many orgasms did you have?" "Shit, you bastard! Who can count? I'm sore all over and my pu...pussy is raw! I hate you!" "You agreed to our terms. Correct?" She dropped her eyes to the floor. "Y-yes. I did." "Will you cheat again?" "No," she whispered. "So I guess I'll see you at the final exam for your course?" "Yes." "Okay, you can go." She turned quickly but not before he saw the tear roll down her cheek. He sighed as she closed the door. Then it reopened and she was back in the office closing the door behind her. "I need more," she said pleadingly, "I need a lot more of what you did to me yesterday. I haven't been able to think clearly since I walked out of the building last night. Can you help me?" "Not now," he said. The tears welled in her eyes. "You're a student enrolled in my class. We can't pursue any type or relationship now...." The pause was intentional. "But?" she asked hopefully. "After the semester is over, we can discuss how we might better be able to explore both of our needs." "Thank you...Sir," she replied. He paused to write something on a slip of paper. "This is my personal e-mail address. Use it for everything other than communications related to your course." "Yes sir," she said as she took the paper. She turned to leave. "Cat..." "Sir?" "Lift your skirt." Blushing red, she set down her purse and lifted her skirt. She wore no panties and her pubic hair was clearly matted from the repeated stimulation of the last 24 hours. "That pussy now belongs to me Cat. You may not touch it without my permission." Cat gasped at the implications of that statement and her heart raced. "Yes sir," she whispered. And she turned and left the office.