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Pixiepie’s Master responded to an unintentional challenge from Pixie in her blog today. It was so hot — it doesn’t matter if you are into what he was writing about (nails and razors and real brutality) because what was the most hot was simply being allowed to go with him on the journey to his darkest desires. And the final paragraph darn near made me melt, so I can’t imagine what it did for Pixie!

I’ve had a lot of fantasies about my Master really delving in to his dark side. Actually, these days, most of my fantasies are about that. I want him to tie me down on the bed or chair, and then put the penis gag and spandex hood on me (to muffle my screams as much as possible) and then just let go … let his sadist side loose.

I know how much he holds himself in control. And he is so careful with me … he can hurt me a lot, he can cause some serious bruising on my bottom and thighs … but he still has to hold himself back, he’s never able to just do whatever he wants.

But in my fantasies (and hopefully someday in real life!) he just immobilizes me, and gets to use my body as whim and fancy take him. My fantasies include a number of things, like the tawse being used on me over and over and over, with no time for recovery, just me drowning in a sea of pure pain.

In my own head, I really am quite cruel to myself! One idea I’ve had was that, when bent over the chair, he puts the clover clamps on me, running the chain through a rung between the chair legs. Then, whenever I jerk up from the pain of the beating, the clamps will tighten that much more, punishing me for moving out of position.

(They say that masochists make the cruelest sadists. I can totally see that! I wouldn’t want me to top me, that’s for sure!)

As I masturbate, thinking about these things, I throw in random details of his cruelty to me. Maybe warm me up, literally, with ginger up my bottom, and then start the beating? Or perhaps fucking my pussy or ass until it’s sore, and after he’s come and I think the pain is over, he grabs a large dildo and starts slamming it into me (the only lube being his come inside me!), while I cry and try to beg him to stop through the gag.

Or maybe he would use one of the toys I despise. The heavy black cane, perhaps, or other toys I’d generally prefer that he forget he owns! Maybe he would get out that toy, one of the ones that I’m at my pain-limit after about three strokes, and beat me until his arm is too tired to go on.

And he talks to me, in my fantasies, as he does this. He tells me I am helpless, that he is going to hurt me terribly and there is nothing I can do but scream. That he is going to use my body however he wants, and that my screams and sobs will only be the icing on the cake.

It always ends in anal sex, of course, because what else can make me feel so helpless and and reduced to being a thing-that-is-used so fast. Unless of course he has something painful in my bottom, in which case he’ll fuck me … slow if it’s ginger, so that the pleasure won’t overwhelm the pain, or fast if it’s some huge butt-plug so that it is also slammed painfully deeper into me at the same time as his cock.

You know … all of these thoughts has me pretty worked up! I think I’m going to spend some quality time with Mr. Buzzy….

So here’s the end result of the punishment I’ve been ruminating over for weeks!

It occurs to me it’s a bit like the visa commercial…

Ginger: $3.99
Mean Wooden Paddle: $50.00
Convertible step-stool: $225.00

Making her wait three weeks for her punishment: Priceless

A full write-up of my agonies (which I know you’re all waiting for, and which involved kneeling on rice with a ginger root up my bum) will be up next! Do note: to my right you see some candles for wax-play, and behind them … the umbrella stand full of canes, whips, crops, and anything else a sick perverted mind (i.e., my Master’s!) can dream of using on poor, unprotected bottoms!

This is a fantasy that has been running through my mind pretty much every time I’ve masturbated in the past couple weeks. I though I’d share it … and maybe if my Master likes reading it, it will come true!

I’m bent over the convertible step-stool-chair , which has been converted to its step-stool aspect. The wood is cold under my lower tummy and hips. My ankles and wrists are in the leather cuffs, which are clipped to the O-rings on the legs of the chair. I can squirm, but I can’t do anything else.

And I’m about to squirm. Because you have the ginger plug which you made me carve – how sadistic to make me create the instrument of my own torture….

You wet it with some cold water, and take a wet finger and tease my anus with it, making me involuntarily tighten up. You laugh and tell me that I can’t keep the ginger out – that since you want it up there, I have no choice in the matter.
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Here are a few articles on figging. I’ll be writing more about this amazingly kinky activity, but I thought I’d start out with some links!

• Figging:  The Ginger Experience
  “Not much is known about the history of figging or how it became popular, other than stories handed down of it being used during caning, in Victorian times, when it would be inserted into the anus of the “victim” to prevent the butt clenching. The reason for the insertion in itself, is unknown as many, if they were to consider it would find the vision of a tight arse most enjoyable. Now however, mention figging or the more widely used expression of “Ginger” within a lifestyle setting and the “Ooohs” and “ahhhas” will reverberate around the room.”
• Figging: The Art of Anal Ginger Root Play
  “While it is a fairly easy technique to master, some care is necessary and proper preparation is required. So, let’s delve into the world of ginger (or Gilligan and Mary Ann). Ginger, in its natural state, is sold as a “hand”. For you non-gourmets, it’s called a hand because it somewhat resembles one. The protuberances from the hand are called fingers. Unfortunately, many supermarkets now precut the hand into fingers and package them as convenience. Avoid using anything precut unless you’ve had enough experience to safely play with small fingers. Find a place that sells a hand. If the supermarket doesn’t have any, visit any oriental grocery store. Buy the largest hand you can find and scurry it home. Keep the entire hand in a cool dry place until you are ready to use it. The sooner you use it, however, the better the effect unless you age it properly which I’ll get to later. “
• Figging.com: Enhancing Spanking & Bottom Play With Ginger
  This site collects stories about figging from all over the internet, as well as having extensive links.



• Wikipedia figging article
  “Figging most commonly refers to the act of inserting a piece of fresh, skinless ginger into the anus or rectum. The ginger causes a strong burning sensation in the anus without causing permanent damage. Historically, this practice, also known as feaguing was used to ‘ginger up’ older horses in order to deceive the purchaser as to the age and condition of the horse. The horse reacts to the sensation caused by the ginger by holding its tail and head high and moving around nervously, which is more characteristic of a younger horse.”

Lupus Pictures seems to be the only company that showcases figging. (If I’m wrong, leave a comment and let me know!)  Here are two of their films featuring figging… Read the rest of this entry »