After having been away from home after an extended trip abroad, I was more than ready for some "me" time with my enema bag, silicone nozzles and other miscellaneous toys. Hubby's Saturday morning golf date was still on despite the gloomy grey weather which meant that I had about five hours alone to enjoy the solitude of a self-administered enema session.
Once, I had my nest of towels in place in our master bathroom, I filled my four quart silicone enema bag with about two quarts of warm water. No soap. No salt/soda. Just plain lukewarm water. This first enema was not to be retained but intended to flush the lower bowel quickly, so the more "therapeutic" enemas could follow.
After expelling the initial enema successfully, I filled my four quart pitcher with very warm, almost hot, water and dropped a bar of Kirk's castile soap into the water for it to begin the melting process. After about 20 minutes, the water temp had dropped to 105F and the solution was totally opaque...indicating a high concentration of soap. This was a clean out I desperately needed. I attached my KGL-1 silicone nozzle to the hose, bled the air from the hose and assumed the Sims position. As the nozzle slipped effortlessly into my greedy rectum, I opened the clamp as the milky mixture coursed from the bag into my bowels. The warmth of the solution flooded my tummy and as I began to feel extraordinarily full, I observed that I had taken almost 3.5 quarts of the soapy mixture.
Within in minutes of stopping the flow, waves of cramps cascaded from my transverse colon all the way to my anus. As my sphincter clamped down on the soft silicone as each wave of cramps came and went, the tickle in my special spot began to capture my attention. Invariably, my fingers found the magic place and intense pleasure mixed with the growing pain as each wave of cramps became more intense. This was the essence of a "hurts so good" enema. After 10 minutes, I was ready to expel the solution and whatever contents my colon had withheld. Expulsion was explosive and seemingly in one long and sustained stream.
After washing the soap residue out the bag, I was ready for a nice rinse enema to calm things down a bit. This enema was a traditional salt/soda solution at 107F delivered with my Model F silicone colon tube. Insertion of the tube is always thrilling as I feel it snake its way up my rectum and into my sigmoid. I held this enema of 3 quarts about 15 minutes while I indulged in other pursuits (you can guess what they were). Once the enema was injected, I removed the colon tube and inserted my silicone butt plug to ensure that there was no leakage while I held the enema. The combination of the enema and the butt plug created such erotic sensations that the 15 minute hold time passed in a flash.
The final enema of the morning was delivered with my Model B silicone nozzle. This formidable nozzle requires a clean rectum and sigmoid to enjoy the sensations it delivers. Again, a four quart salt/soda solution was prepared and poured into the waiting bag. As the first large bulb of the Model B passed my anal ring, I moaned out loud...it's that intense. As I began advancing the nozzle the ripples on the shaft teased my anus as it entered me. I then started the flow of the enema and the sudden rush of solution along with the heft of the Model B was a feast for the senses. Slowly, as the enema continued, I pushed the nozzle deeper inside me as my anal sphincter swallowed the retaining bulb on the nozzle. At the same time my second sphincter at the top of my rectum opened to swallow initial bulb of the nozzle. It is a feeling like no other in this world when it happens. To say it is breathtaking is somehow under describing it.
With the massive nozzle firmed planted in my rectum and colon I continued the fill until a little over 3.5 quarts were inside my colon. At that point I reached for my "magic wand" and teased and tickled myself as I lay on my nest of towels with a fluffy pillow at my head. The tingles from the vibrations, the fullness of my gut and the sensations of the Model B completely consumed me.
As I sat on the toilet expelling what had been a magical enema for some 20 minutes, I realized that I was totally spent. Refreshed, cleansed yet totally spent. After cleaning my nozzles I adjourned to the bedroom, pulled up the covers and drifted off to a wonderful place of peace and tranquility and renewal.
Such was a wonderful day that encompassed incredibly delightful sensations with the therapeutic benefits of a cleansed colon.
How sweet it was!