Part 1

This hospital visit occurred in the late 60s. I included a lot of details about it and a lot of background information leading up to it. I hope you’ll find them interesting. If so I’ll continue, if not please forgive my first amateurish writing attempt.

My enema interests started very early, first from growing up in a very bowel conscious family and later by receiving numerous enemas during a hospital stay at an early age. At home being irregular for more than two days, or any sign of being out of sorts, including perceived bad behavior, was “solved” by a dose of castor oil, a glycerin suppository, a soap stick, a soapsuds enema or a combination of these treatments.

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The other event that “programmed” me to enjoy enemas was a lengthy hospital stay for a ruptured appendix which I suspect was caused in part by being given an enema when I was suffering from appendicitis. During this hospital stay I received numerous strong SSEs given in a stern manner by nurses in starched white uniforms using white enamel irrigator cans and funnels connected to colon tubes. I even have a vague recollection of receiving enemas with turpentine added to the soap solution. These procedures resulted in adding hospital style enemas to my previously fostered interest in more traditional home administered ones given with rubber bags, bulbs and black Bakelite nozzles

These experiences began my lifelong interest with enemas . For many years I suffered extreme guilt over this, thinking that I had to be the only person with this weird obsession. I tried again and again to give this up, but all my efforts to overcome it failed. Until leaving home for college I continued to receive many enemas and other treatments at home, often faking constipation to be given them and secretly self administering whenever the opportunity presented itself.

After college I went on my own and began to collect many different types of enema administration items. I favored open top fountain syringes or adult rectal red bulbs and purchased a number of both types. My favorites were a B F Goodrich Crusader, a 90 ounce open top Nearkid, a Davol Paris 2 ½ quart model and of course a Rexall Victoria bag to replace the one I remembered so well. My quest took me to Mom & Pop pharmacies near and far and later on line auctions as I sought out antique equipment. Red or Orange Bags and Bulbs with black Bakelite nozzles and different size rectal and colon tubes. An interesting find was a Whirling Spray 10 ounce douche bulb with an unusual orange and black swirl pattern. The long, wide slightly curved nozzle with a bulbous tip was designed such that it could be screwed onto the bulb or attached to a hose for use from a fountain syringe.

Since hospital style enemas were of interest to me I obtained a full compliment of white enamel antique hospital room equipment. Included were Jones and Vollrath irrigators, graduated pitchers, an emesis basin, bedpan, urinal and a white bowl trimmed with black, perfect for mixing up an Ivory soap solution for use in a bulb syringe. I also discovered sites that specialized in enema equipment which led to my purchasing Sherema and Klystra 4 quart + volume bags, Ezem clear bags, single and double balloon retention tubes and a copy of the famous JBL Cascade bag.

In my mid 20s I developed various symptoms of bowel problems and consulted my family doctor. He referred me to a G I specialist who theorized that these may be the result of adhesions from my early surgery and recommended that I be hospitalized for tests. I immediately agreed to this course of action as I felt these tests may include hospital style enemas. Little did I know at the time how accurate my observation was and where this hospital visit would take me.

Shortly after my Doctors visit I received a call from his office nurse telling me that I was to check into the local hospital at 10:00AM the following Monday and I should expect a stay of about five days. I was very excited by hearing this since I equated this news with the thrill of anticipation upon being told that I was to be given enemas.

After a sleepless weekend I nervously reported to the hospital admitting office. I filled out the necessary paperwork and was taken to my private room in a wheelchair. The orderly who delivered me to my room instructed me to sit on the bed while he informed the nurses station that I arrived. Shortly after a grey haired nurse dressed in a white uniform, so similar to the ones I remembered from my early experience, entered the room. Seeing the white nurses cap, starched one piece nurses outfit with white stockings and shoes immediately got my juices flowing.

She introduced herself as the head nurse and after numerous questions while she filled out a lengthy form she told me “ now we’ll discuss the tests that you’ll receive. First your lower bowel will be looked at with an instrument called a proctoscope and later your upper bowel will be examined by being given a barium enema. You’ll need to be prepped for these tests with oral laxatives and enemas.” She then handed me a white gown with a blue dot pattern as she said “get undressed down to your underpants and put this on with the opening towards the rear. There’s some strings on each side of the opening that you’ll need to tie together. You’ll be better served to wear this rather than regular pajamas to facilitate your enemas and tests.” That being said she left the room as I digested her words and my anticipation began to build for what was soon to occur.

Shortly thereafter a younger nurse, again dressed in white, entered the room carrying a tray on which was a large glass of orange juice. She said “I need you to drink this down completely. This contains a laxative and will start your bowel prep.” With a slight smile on her face she continued “You’ll need to stay close to your bathroom for the rest of this afternoon.” As I began to drink, it was apparent that the laxative was castor oil. The orange juice did a poor job of masking castor oil’s disgusting taste and oily consistency. I took my nurses advice as I knew from the distinct after taste what I was about to experience.

About a half hour later my lunch arrived in the form of clear broth, jello and fruit juice which at least helped to lessen the after taste. Shortly after finishing lunch the telltale signs of my dose of castor oil began with my stomach beginning to gurgle and pop. Having experienced the results of this potent laxative many times I took my nurses advice and stayed in my private room.

Around 3:00PM the cramping I expected began and continued to build. Fortunately my room had an attached bathroom as I shortly needed to make my first mad dash to it. While in the bathroom there was a knock on the door followed by a female voice saying “are you OK? I need to talk with you about the enemas ordered for you later.” I sheepishly replied “yes I’m fine. I’ll be out in a bit” Laughingly she replied “ I know just what you’re going through. I’ll come back later. Press the call button if you need help.” After finishing round one of my losing battle with my castor oil dose I returned to my bed, knowing that I would soon be making repeat bathroom visits.

After getting back in my hospital bed, with visions of Soapsuds enemas occupying my every thought and more rumblings in my intestines occurring, there was a knock on my door.

In walked another nurse. A brunette, around my age, very attractive with a great smile, great figure and great personality. “Hi Ben, I’m Julie” she told me. “I stopped by earlier while you were er, occupied in the bathroom” she said. “After visiting hours this evening you’re to be given a procedure called soapsuds enemas until clear and finally in the morning you‘ll receive another enema before going for your proctoscopic exam. We usually request a male orderly to give these to guys here on the surgical floor, but we have very few patients with us at the moment and, if it’s OK with you I could give them to you.” This sure was “OK” with me and I immediately replied “yes that would be fine Julie” as I tried very hard to hide my excitement upon hearing these words from this gorgeous nurse dressed in white.

“All right then Ben, I’ll see you later. I better get going as I think you’ll be spending more time in the bathroom.” Julie cheerfully said. Just then my gut rumbled loudly as the castor oil brought on another gripping cramp. I quickly ran to the bathroom, hoping I’d make it in time. “Bet that was embarrassing.” Julie said as she exited the room.

Julie certainly was right about the bathroom time! Making these trips much easier to take was the quickly building anticipation of my “until clear” enema “date”. I let my mind wonder. How many soapsuds enemas would I be given, What volume would they be, what type of soap would be used, would it be the same strong green soap that I received so long ago? What position would I be placed in, what type of equipment would be used? Would it be a white enamel irrigator can and long orange colon tube that I remembered so well? My castor oil dose did it’s job very well, but finally it got out of my system and my mind went back to focusing on my upcoming soapsuds enemas administered by a very sexy nurse dressed in white.

My Doctor stopped by in the afternoon to check on me and announce that “tomorrow morning your scheduled for a proctoscopic exam. Then you’ll have a day to recover before we get you prepped for your barium enema. I still think adhesions around the bowel may be your problem. If they warrant we can correct them with surgery.” With that he jotted down a few words on my chart and departed. The rest of the afternoon and evening seemed to drag on forever, interrupted only with another bland liquid meal.

Finally an announcement over the loudspeaker system trumpeted the end of visiting hours. After another delay to permit the visitors to leave, the hall lights dimmed. Shortly after this Julie entered my room and said “the time for your enemas is now. Hope you’re not too nervous Ben. I’ll gather up the equipment and be right back..” A few minutes later Julie reentered my room pushing a hospital cart As she closed my room door I examined the cart’s contents. On the top tray was a clear bucket wrapped in plastic with clear tubing coiled inside, a folded pad and a packet of what I assumed was the soap. There was also a tube of KY jelly and a emesis basin containing more soap packets. On the carts lower level was a yellow plastic bedpan.

Julie wheeled the cart up to my bed and said “Try to relax. We’ll go slow and easy and I’ll explain everything to you as we go. Has anyone ever given you an enema before Ben?” I wanted to say, “they sure have“, but instead I timidly replied “yes, in my family enemas were a pretty common happening.” To my astonishment Julie replied “I’ve had lots of them too. Some of the girls in my nursing class got them also. While I was in training we used to practice on each other. I‘m glad you‘ve had them before and have an idea what to expect. These come as a shock to anyone who never experienced them before.”

With that said Julie began to unwrap the enema bucket. As she did so I said to her “I never saw one of those before. I was hospitalized a long time ago and got enemas from a white metal can or a funnel.“ Julie replied “That sure must have been a very long time ago! Now we use these plastic buckets. They accomplish the same think, but hold slightly less solution. These take just over 1 ½ quarts where the old white irrigator cans held 2 quarts. The larger your enema is, the better it works“ I was getting more at ease with this discussion and Julie’s matter of fact way with talking about enemas. This prompted me to reply “Actually some of the enemas I’ve had were 2 ½ quarts or larger.“

Julie raised her eyebrows and said “Hmmm, that’s good to know, maybe we can use that here to make your enemas more affective. Let’s see how you do with the first one of 1 ½ quarts.” She then picked up one of the soap packets and said “now we use these castile soap packets. You’re probably used to Ivory soap enemas, but the castile soap will work the same way”.

I couldn’t believe I was having a conversation about my favorite subject with a beautiful nurse who was about to give me an enema! Needless to say my arousal at this prospect was showing itself fully and with the flimsy gown it was very hard to hide. I’m sure Julie was noticing. “Let’s get to this then, we can continue chatting as I give you your enemas”

She finished removing the Bucket’s plastic wrapping, took out the plastic tubing and attached it to the spigot at the bottom of the bucket. She then unfolded the pad that came inside the bucket and spread it out on the right side of my bed “I’ll be right back, how about you remove your briefs if you’re wearing any under your gown and then slide over to the right edge of your bed and lay on your left side with your butt on that pad while I go mix up your enema.

I followed Julie’s instructions and positioned myself on my left side at the bed’s right edge as my anticipation and excitement grew by leaps and bounds. Julie came back from the bathroom carrying the now full enema bucket with a thick layer of soapsuds floating on top. As she set this back on the cart she told me “I see you’re good at following instructions, you’re in exactly the right spot! Next I want you to keep your left leg straight and then pull your right up towards your chest. This is called the Sims’ position and it’s the one most used for enemas. You probably got into a similar position for your earlier enemas. There’s others that work well too. Maybe we can try a few of them later. Your having a private room gives us some options”

As I was positioning my legs as Julie instructed I replied “The only difference with the position I usually used was I had to pull both legs up tight to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I had to remain in this position while holding my enemas too.” Julie then untied the strings holding the back side of my gown together and spread it open. As she applied KY to the tubing she said “Wow, it sure sounds like you experienced some strict enemas, but then larger volume and stronger soapsuds enemas get better results and the longer you hold your enema the better it works for you. I’ll try to encourage you to take all your enemas and hold them as long as you can, but I’ll be as gentle as I can be. I’ve given lots of these and I must admit, I’m pretty good at it. I’ll give you enemas until we get a clear return. This usually takes about three of them. You can either expel them in the bathroom or if you want we can have you use the bedpan. I’m OK with that if you prefer.

Let’s begin. I want you to reach around with your right hand and pull up a bit on your right cheek. That’ll make it easier for me to insert the tube.” I complied with Julie’s instructions and felt the tube gliding into me.

“OK, here we go” Julie said as she slide the clamp open.. “I’m starting your enema now. If you begin to get cramps I want you to pant really hard. It’s really important that you take all of your enema for me Ben. Promise me you’ll try really hard.” As I felt the warm soapsuds solution flowing into me I told Julie “yes, I promise to take all of my enema for you Julie.”

I sensed Julie’s eyes on me and turned my head in response and also to watch the level of soapy warm water slowly lowering as the feeling of fullness grew inside me. “I’m just watching your bodies reactions to your enema Ben. I can tell by your actions how well your tolerating it. If I see you stiffen your body, begin breathing heavier or even if you start to curl up your toes I’ll lower the bucket or stop the flow for a bit.” I continued to look over my shoulder and watch the water level as it lowered.

As the bucket was just about empty I glanced into Julie’s eyes and she responded by starring back into mine. “Your enjoying your enema aren’t you Ben” she whispered while directing her gaze towards the obvious bulge at the front of my gown. “It’s pretty obvious from your reactions” With that a gurgling noise announced that I had taken all of my enema and Julie gently slid the tube out of me and placed the now empty bucket back on the cart. “I’ll tell you a secret Ben, I enjoyed giving you your enema as much as you did receiving it.” While I could definitely feel the distension in my abdomen and my intestines reactions as the soapy solution did it’s job, I had no severe cramping. As we continued to look into each others eyes Julie continued “I’ll help you hold your enema if that’s OK Ben”

I nodded in reply and Julie reached around my abdomen and began to gently massage my distended tummy. As she continued my massage she said “You did a good job of taking it Ben. I can tell you’re no stranger to enemas. For your next one we’ll increase the amount of water you take. I’ll give you a full bucket with a bit more soap in it and as you take it I’ll insert the tube further into you. By the time you take all of this we’ll have the tube inserted way up. Then I’ll refill the bucket with soapsuds and reopen the clamp. This is called a high enema Ben. You can take as much of this second bucket as you’re able, but I’d really like it if you take it all for me.”

As Julie continued massaging, her hand movements changed from a clinical massage to one much more personal, much more intimate. My breathing became heavier in part from the soapsuds churning inside me, but more from Julie’s actions and words. I whispered “Julie, am I dreaming? This is so perfect. We have so much to explore, together. I hope this is just the beginning for us.” Julie softly replied “I hope so too Ben. We need to do a lot more talking. Right now let’s get through this. You’ve held your enema for over ten minutes so it’s time for the bedpan or bathroom. Your choice.” That was the fastest ten minutes of my life and the most erotic. With a shaky voice I replied “I’ll chose the bathroom Julie.” She stopped the massage by slowly sliding her hand over my stomach, her fingertips lightly brushing the tip of my erection. This felt like a shot of electricity through my body and resulted in a very audible moan.

I then shakily stood up and headed for the bathroom. As Julie, smiling broadly, exited my room she said “I’ll be back in a bit to check on you and mix up your second enema. Please don’t flush as I need to monitor the results.” Sitting in the privacy of the bathroom my mind focused on what just took place and the possibilities of where this may go. I decided to do everything I could to keep this relationship going. With my heightened sense of anticipation of next receiving a “high” enema I quickly finished expelling my enema and returned to my bed.

As I lay in my bed with knees nervously shaking as I thought about the next step, Julie came back into the room carrying a stainless steel hospital style pitcher. She set it on the cart next to my bed. It was graduated in ounces and quarts. While heading to the bathroom she said “How did your first enema go Ben? Hopefully you’re ready for the second. It’ll be a bit more taxing, but the results will be worth it.”

After flushing the toilet she came back into the room and wheeled my Overbed cart to the bedside. While cranking the cart up to it’s highest position she said “I need to have both hands free. I’ll use this to set the bucket on rather than hold it. From the results of your first enema you have a way to go yet. Time to get started, but before we do lets chat a bit. I‘ve been hoping to meet a nice guy whose willing to be given enemas for a long time and I think you may be that guy. Am I right Ben?“

Wow, those are words I never thought I’d hear! At this stage of my life I thought I was the only one with an interest like this. I nervously replied “I must be really weird, but yes I do like them for some reason. Maybe it’s from all the ones I’ve had over the years.” Julie replied “Me too. As a nurse I love helping my patients and this is the perfect way to do it. Allowing someone to give you an enema is a very intimate and personal act. You’re trusting me enough to permit me to take control of your bodily functions. For some reason I enjoy being in control like this. Do you think me weird Ben?” With shaking voice I replied “Not any weirder than me Julie. I really love following your instructions. I want to please you. I want this to continue for a long time Julie.”

“So do I Ben. We have so much in common. While here though we need to keep this on the clinical side, you never know who may barge in. We should be good though as it’s getting late and your Doctor saw you earlier. Let me explain the next procedure. As I mentioned earlier, I’ll use a bit more castile soap this time, 3 packets divided up between the bucket and pitcher.” Holding up the plastic tubing she continued “I put a mark on the tubing at about 30 inches. That’s the standard distance for a high enema. As you take the first amount I’ll be inserting this until it’s in up to my mark Then I’ll refill the bucket for your high enema. You won’t have the option of using the bedpan though as it would overflow with this much volume.

In 2 days you’ll be given an even larger enema of barium. They use a special nozzle with a balloon tip to help you hold it. I don’t have one, but there is a procedure we can use to help with that and help prevent any dribbling on the way to the bathroom. I learned it from one of my friends in nursing school. It’s a little unorthodox and you won’t find it in any nursing books. This will be your first test to show me how sincere you are about wanting to please me Ben. Let me explain it to you.”

To be continued