Page 17 of Caging Cessie (Submissives of Rawhide Ranch #20)
Cessie froze, eyes widening. The one time he’d figged her—ginger plug in her ass while he spanked her—she’d ended up jumping up off his lap yelping. She hadn’t used her safe word, but he’d immediately pushed her down on the bed and pulled out the ginger, then held her as the burn dissipated.
“The last time we tried it, you had a strong reaction.” His words were calm but hard.
Not angry, but there was no mercy. “That’s why I think it’s an appropriate punishment for now.
For here. Because this time I will only remove the ginger before the time is up if you use your safe word or answer red. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She was nervous, but not anxious. She trusted him. She was not only a submissive, but his submissive.
“Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed her gently. “I’m going to go get what we need. Remember the rules.”
She watched him unlock the cage, only to lock it behind himself before disappearing from the bedroom.
Cessie closed her eyes. Her pussy throbbed, both from arousal and as a result of fucking herself like that. Her nipples were burning. The clamps, though not tight, were a pressure impossible to ignore.
The cool air of the room brushed over both her pussy, lewdly on display by her spread legs, and nipples.
Any other time she might have touched herself—not her clit or her nipples, but she might have rested her hands on her stomach, just to give herself some grounding pressure.
But tonight, she’d wait for Leon.
And there was a peace in that. She didn’t have to do anything. Didn’t have to make any decisions, even a small one like “should I press my hands to my stomach for some emotional self-regulation”?
There was a time and place for her to be in control. For her to make decisions. For her to self-regulate.
But for now, she could let that all go and sink deeper, maybe deeper than she ever had before, into the submission.
Cessie closed her eyes and floated, keeping them closed even when his big, warm hand gripped her ankle, firm grip moving up her leg until he gently stroked her pussy, causing her hips to buck.
“Look at me, baby.”
He had one knee on the mattress, a small bowl in one hand. He smelled like ginger.
“Four pieces of ginger.” His gaze slid down her naked body, lingering on her breasts, pussy, and mouth. “It was going to be five minutes on, but for your clit I think we’ll go down to three.”
Cessie swallowed hard. “You’re going to put ginger on my clit?”
He touched each nipple in turn. “One, two.” His hand reached between her legs, fingers spreading her ass cheeks just a little. “Ginger plug is three.” Finally, he tapped her clit twice with the pad of his index finger. “And clit makes four.”
Cessie sucked in air but nodded her understanding.
Leon leaned down, kissing her still-clamped nipples. Pleasure shot through her only to be replaced by soft pain as he gently released the clamp on her right nipple.
Cessie’s arm jerked as she went to instinctively rub away the ache. He caught her wrist, gently pressing her hand back into the bed.
Then he removed the other clamp. She twisted her wrist so she could grip the smooth duvet cover in her fist, trying to ignore the ache—and the way her pussy was pulsing in time with her heartbeat, that desperate need to be filled building again.
She hadn’t come, so it wasn’t surprising she was still aroused, but after having to fuck the dildo for so long, she’d thought that she wouldn’t ache to be stuffed with cock for at least a little while.
“Do you want to watch the clock during your punishment?” He was holding up his phone, a five-minute timer already set.
She shook her head.
“You’re going to hold very still for me, baby, while I get the nipple pieces in place. Once I have the ginger plug in your ass, I know you’re going to move around a bit. And for your clit… I’ll hold you down and keep it in place.”
Anxious anticipation made it hard for her to hold still and Cessie bent one leg, foot on the mattress, so she could bounce her heel up and down.
Leon looked at her leg, and then at her face.
“Talk to me, Cessie.”
“I’m nervous. I’m scared it’s going to hurt and that because it’s not just something physical but chemical that if it really hurts, you won’t be able to stop it.”
“You’ve always had a strong reaction to any kind of chemical play.” He held her gaze, and there was love and concern there, but no mercy.
Then he waited, because they’d had this conversation before, at least up to this point.
“There’s less control,” she said, voicing something that had only been an idea until now. “With something like this there’s less control. I can’t safeword out of the burning feeling ginger or peppermint leaves behind.”
“That’s true, but if you use your safe word, do you think I’ll tell you to tough it out?” He artificially lowered his voice to faux-manly man for the last words.
She laughed, and it quieted some of the nervous jitters. “No, I don’t think you would.”
“I have aloe and baking soda in here.” He nodded to the bowl. It won’t be instant, but then again cutting you out of rope bondage isn’t instantaneous either.”
“That’s true.”
Leon picked up a roll of medical tape, tore off a piece, and stuck it to her sternum before tearing off a second piece.
“Ready, baby?”
“Kiss me first?”
Something passed behind his eyes. “I don’t kiss you enough, do I?”
“You do—” He cut off her reassurances as he leaned down and kissed her.
It was a slow, lingering kiss. The kind of kiss that was a complete act in and of itself as they tasted one another. When he finally pulled back, she’d stopped jiggling her leg, and the muscles in her stomach were no longer trembling.
“When we get home, we should have date nights where we just make out in my car,” he murmured against her neck.
“In the hospital parking garage,” she moaned. “So, we can do it while I’m on call.”
He pressed his face harder against her neck, and for a moment it felt like he was almost shaking. Like her words caused something inside him to quake and he was grounding himself against her.
“Five minutes.” He slid off the bed, looking down into the bowl he’d brought. “Three minutes for your clit.”
Cessie’s hands restlessly gripped the duvet. “Are you going to tie me up for it?”
“No. I’ll hold you down if needed, but at the start, until the burn gets too much, I expect you to lie still and take it.”
She shivered in delight at his soft cruelty.
Leon slipped on a single nitrile glove, then tapped his phone screen, probably starting the timer.
If he started it before actually using the ginger she’d essentially have it in and on her for less than five minutes. She was almost disappointed by that.
He set the phone aside, then held up a two-finger piece of ginger.
One of the fingers had been peeled, revealing the yellow flesh.
The base of it, where it connected to the other finger, was narrower, making a natural plug shape.
The second finger, at an almost right angle to the first, wasn’t peeled and would act like the base of a plug.
“Pull your feet to your butt and drop your knees open.”
Though her stomach was fluttering with nerves, she quickly obeyed.
It wasn’t that she was looking forward to what was about to happen, but that she loved the simplicity of punishment.
When she did or said something she shouldn’t in a scene, she was punished and then it was done.
When he said or did something she couldn’t handle or made her feel bad in the not-fun way, she’d tell him and he’d either stop or explain why he was doing it.
Leon bent between her splayed thighs, gently spreading her ass cheeks with his non-gloved hand.
“No lube, but the ginger is freshly peeled, not dried out.”
She felt something small press against her anus. She held her breath, waiting for the burn.
“Relax for me, baby. I want this ginger buried deep in your ass, so you’re going to relax and take it for me.”
Fuck it was hot when he talked to her like that.
Cessie relaxed, and the tip of the ginger penetrated her. He held it there for a moment. Then he pressed it all the way in with one slow, firm push. She felt the unpeeled part nestle against her.
The ginger was narrow, almost disappointingly small. It had slid in easily enough, and she tried to keep herself relaxed, worried if she clenched too hard it would slip out since the difference between the neck of the “plug” and the fat part wasn’t much, making it more of a dilator.
Leon plucked the next piece of ginger from the bowl. This time it was a flat oval piece that looked like it had been cut long-ways from a finger of ginger. The flat cut side was bright yellow, while the other side was unpeeled.
Leon grabbed one of the pieces of medical tape off her sternum.
He placed the ginger disk on her right nipple, then taped it in place. She gasped in surprise, though she wasn’t sure why she was surprised, as what he was doing made logical sense.
He applied a second piece of ginger to her other nipple.
That was when her ass started to burn.
The heat had been steadily building, but distracted by watching him punish her nipples, she hadn’t really paid attention.
Now she couldn’t ignore it. Her anus felt warm the same way it did the day after a scene with heavy anal play—a warmth that wasn’t pain, but that made her aware of her rear entrance in a way she normally wasn’t.
She shifted her hips, sucking in air when she realized moving, even a little, increased the burn.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“When you move it burns more, and a spanking makes you move.” She’d forgotten that from their one aborted figging attempt.
He reached down and gently pressed the ginger. It must have slid out a little because she felt the glide of it being reinserted into her ass. The friction against the now-burning inner ring of her anus made her hips jerk.
That’s when her nipples started to burn.