Ginger, nettles and Tabasco - From the diary of slave Katinka

“Ginger, nettles and Tabasco“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka.

Today it suddenly crossed my mind again. I was cutting ginger for a Thai recipe. It was still summer and actually I had been quite well behaved for a while. Out of nowhere, a wrong remark shot out of my mouth towards my Mistress. Or rather, it was a wrong remark in pixels. I had already sent the message without really realising what I had actually written. “sigh”, I read back. Immediately followed by an instruction. “Pick a bunch of nettles before 20:30.” That was all it said. The only thing I thought straight away: “Oh no! Not again!!” While I'm still recovering from the shock, my phone beeps again. “Do you have any fresh ginger in the house?”
“And Tabasco?”

Not a kitchen princess

I'm not much of a kitchen princess, so I have no idea what these ingredients are meant for. Am I supposed to make nettle soup out of them later? I decide not to make any jokes and reply politely.
“No Mistress, I don't have that.”

My phone immediately beeps again.
“Then cycle to the shop quickly to get it.“

On my bike!

Luckily the supermarket is still open. I quickly hop on my bike and go to get these products. Since I'm there anyway, I pick up some extra groceries as well. Actually, I do that partly to protect myself a little. They seem like rather conspicuous ingredients and I'm afraid my red face will give me away completely. So I grab a few innocent products as well and pay for everything at once at the till. Now just the nettles.

Luckily I don't have to search long for those; by now I know exactly where to find them. I put on my gloves and pick a good bunch. Back home, I neatly put the bunch of nettles in a vase, take a photo of the three items I was told to get and send it to my Mistress.

Everything at home

“Everything at home, and now?” I type as an extra.
Because I expect I'll have to make some sort of brew or ointment out of it, I already put the mortar ready. Then I hear my phone beep again.

“Peel the ginger and make a nice butt plug out of it. Then put it in your arse”
What? Am I supposed to just stick that ginger up my arse like that! OMG... but before I can gasp for breath, my phone beeps again.

“You can smear the Tabasco on your nipples.”
Ouch, I've never done that before. I have no idea how this feels. While I look at my screen, new pixels from my Mistress appear again.

Between your lips

“And you can put the nettles between your pussy lips. You leave them there for ten minutes.”
Do I dare to do this? I break out in a sweat. For a brief moment it flashes through my mind that I could also just pretend. It's a silly thought, because I would never really do that. But I find it really scary. My Mistress, however, doesn't do things by halves, because before I can dismiss the thought I read:
“Don't forget to turn on the camera, so I can watch live.”

“Yes Mistress”.

Ginger butt plug in my arse

So I neatly cut the ginger into the shape of a kind of butt plug and put it in my arse. It feels hot. Not a little hot, but really burning hot. I quickly turn on the camera so my Mistress can watch live. Then I smear the Tabasco on my nipples. That seems to be not too bad, because the burning pain of the ginger overshadows everything. Last come the nettles. Owwwww... I simply have to stamp my feet. Now not only is my arse on fire, but my pussy lips as well. It doesn't take long, though, before my nipples discover there is Tabasco on them and they start burning too. For a moment I don't know where to put myself in misery; it feels as if my whole body is on fire.

I endure the intense pain until I receive the word of release...
“You may stop now”.
I can't get everything out and off fast enough. But even afterwards, everything keeps glowing quite badly.

Then the phone rings. I hear my Mistress laughing very loudly. She obviously enjoyed it. And if I'm really honest... so did I.