A ginger task

He stood in the kitchen at the back door, looking out over the garden and the street beyond. I walked into the kitchen and stood behind Him. He looked up at the sky and spoke.
“You are going shopping for ginger tomorrow.”
“I am?” I said in surprise.
“Yes, you are. You will cut a plug from it and you will wear the plug for part of a day. While you have the plug in, I will frequently check your cunt to see what effect it has on you.”
While He spoke I was leaning with my head against His back and my smile got increasingly bigger.
“I will do it.”
“Of course you will. I have read about your first figging experience. The next one I want to experience first hand.”

That evening and the following day, before and after I bought a piece of ginger root, He teased me. Time and again He said: “I don’t know why, but I would love a piece of ginger now.”

My task had to be executed on Saturday, but since the kids were around and stayed around until very late, Master T postponed the task until Sunday. I had to cut the ginger at 7.30pm and have it in by 8pm. I would have to keep it in until as close to bedtime as possible and would have to let Him feel my wetness frequently during that time.

7.30pm
Just before I went upstairs, Master T felt how wet I was. I was pretty wet already, probably because of the anticipation of executing my task. I went upstairs to cut the ginger. I cut the best part of the ginger root into a butt plug and was instantly worried that it was too big. I toned it down a bit, but still was worried. However, I decided to try it anyway. Wrong! I should have listened to my instincts. Apparently I tore some skin when I tried to push it in. I saw some blood on it and realized I should cut something smaller. There was one other piece I could use. A thing piece. I quickly prepared it and pushed it in. Agony. Pure, pure agony. Much worse than it was the first time I tried figging and I knew exactly why. The broken skin!

8.00pm
Disappointed I went downstairs to tell Master T that I have failed. I explained to Him what happened and He had to laugh. My ass was on fire, literally. He wanted to feel whether I was wetter than before I went upstairs. I was. A lot. I smiled at the approval in His voice, but still felt the disappointment. The intense burning feeling stayed with me for at least half an hour and about an hour later I could still faintly feel the effect of the ginger.

One lesson I learned was that it’s not about the size of the ginger, but about the effect. I had to buy a new piece and later in the week, when I was healed, I had a second chance to execute the task.

Four days later I bought another piece of ginger root. This time I made sure that it’s a bigger piece and that I could cut more pieces from it. Unfortunately we entered a very busy time until the last weekend of September Master T set an ultimatum. It was time to use the ginger.

After dinner and once the kids have retreated from the living room to do their own thing, I went upstairs to cut and peel the ginger. It had been in the bedroom for about five weeks. While peeling it, I took one of the thin pieces that came off and put it against my clitoris. I don’t know whether ginger root ‘ripens’ more when you leave it for a while, but it did seem to have quite an immediate effect against my clitoris, as opposed to the first time I tried figging. My clitoris seemed to be warming up and I felt myself getting wetter.

Soon the plug piece of the ginger was ready. I lay down on the bed, pushed it in, got dressed and rushed downstairs. Master T had already determined how wet I was before I went upstairs, but when He pushed a finger inside me once I was back downstairs, the wetness had increased a lot. He slipped a finger deep into my wetness and soon I was asking for permission to climax. More orgasms followed. I pulled my top up. I needed my breasts exposed. Master T leaned in and closed His mouth around my nipple, nibbling on it and occasionally biting down a bit harder. This caused me to climax again. And again.

“Gingered…”
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My horny feelings seemed to increase by the second. The more I climaxed, the more I clenched my buttocks. The more I clenched my buttocks, the more I felt the burning sensation caused by the ginger. The more I felt the burning sensation, the hornier I became. The hornier I became, the more I climaxed. My vision was clouded. I was in a frenzy. I wanted more. Master T’s fingers were all over the place, or rather deep inside me. My body was arched, my hips thrust forward. I moved my hand down and touched my clitoris. While Master T finger-fucked me, I frigged my clitoris. My reward was just around the corner. A huge orgasm caused my knees to weaken. Master T caught me and helped me stand, but He was not done yet. His fingers reached for my clitoris. I groaned loudly, partly because of the intense feeling and partly because a second orgasm engulfed me.

“It won’t be long before you use ginger again. I like the effect that the combination of pleasure and pain has on you,” Master T said before sending me upstairs to take the ginger out. I have succeeded in my ginger task… at last!

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23 thoughts on “A ginger task

    • I guess we all should learn from our mistakes, right? And… better to be honest about it. That’s the way others might learn too… from the mistakes I have made πŸ˜‰

      Rebel xox

  1. Lori&Hubby says:

    oh my goodness, i saw some ginger root today and had to pause and consider it. It sounds like a fun time. thank you for sharing the good and the bad.. HUGS

  2. I was told that to make a ginger more potent, a sealed bag in the fridge for a few days. I’ve not tried it so I don’t know for definite but I might try it one day πŸ™‚

  3. Heaven says:

    Ouch sorry to hear about the first mistake but I am glad even with the pain you were in it still made you hot. I am also glad the second attempt worked out well for you.

  4. I like how you discuss the real aspect, mistakes and all. Not every experience is going to be fantastic and go without some consequences or mishaps, yet often we read or write about the perfect mind blowing experiences.

  5. I have never felt drawn to this activity. It just doesn’t hold any fascination with me, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t tease me with the idea though. He knows that pushes my buttons

    mollyxxx

  6. Anytime you have to be helped to stay on your feet after an orgasm I’d call a success. I’ve really enjoyed the seeing the progression of using ginger and am looking forward to the next one.

  7. Sounds like a marvelous time! I don’t know that ginger gets more potent as it ages, probably less actually. But I do know that you will always get the best effects when it is applied immediately after being cut. It’s the juice that causes the lovely burning sensations. Being exposed to air dries out the juice. So if you cut it and let it sit, it won’t have such a strong effect. If you have to let it sit for any reason, make sure to either poke holes in it, or cut slits, or scratch it with a fork. Anything to release fresh juice. πŸ˜‰

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