I was feeling very bloated and gassy last week and told my husband that I was going to take a couple of enemas. He surprised me when he said that he wanted to give them to me. It was a surprise because it isn't often that he feels like doing that with his current COPD and diabetes. When he exerts himself, it's difficult at times to breathe but this time he insisted so we went into the bedroom to begin.
He had me prepare the soapy enema solution and hang the bag. He pulled up the bathroom vanity stool beside the bed to start administering my enema. It flowed slowly while I was positioned on my side with him controlling the clamp off and on. When the enema had finished, I went to the toilet to expel and I had rather poor results, just mostly cramps, spews of water and gas and I felt worse than before the enema began. My husband had been monitoring my results from the bedroom and told me to prepare another enema but this time the solution was to be a little hotter and soapier.
This time he had me lay on my stomach. He started the enema and I felt the hot, soapy water began to flow. With already having leftover enema water in my intestines, I was starting to feel cramps and urgency rather quickly. I felt his hand massaging my pubic area, stimulating me to a frenzy. I was humping the towels and his hand but felt an ever-increasing need to release my bowels. The clamp was being quickly clicked on and off, resulting in internal pressure changes, with me nearing a climax but felt like I was going to release my bowels on the bed. In a child-like voice, I said panting, "I have to doody." With tears of ecstasy and cramps and urgency, I repeated louder, "I HAVE TO DOODY!!!" while almost jerking my bottom side to side.
At once, I felt like a child again with someone controlling my bowels against my wishes. He gave me a firm spank on my bottom as I climaxed hard. I was still climaxing as I ran to the toilet and barely made it without incident. I literally gushed the entire enema out and between that and climaxing and cramping, I was as weak as a kitten. I've never said the words, "I have to doody" that I can recall but perhaps it was a repressed memory from my childhood which made the enema session all the more exciting. I loved it and I hope we repeat it sometime soon! ?