The Most Thrilling Enema GIVEN TO YOU in Your Life

What was the most thrilling enema GIVEN TO YOU in your life.

Who gave it to you, what kind of solution was it, what were the circumstances?

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The most thrilling for me was that first one ever given to me by my wife. The thrill probably came from the several resulting emotions. First, was the anxiety of having her administer to me and with it all of the embarrassment you would expect. But an enema is a very intimate thing that as some here have said may be more intimate than sex. Seeing the full red bag but knowing that it was not my mother going to use it on me almost caused cold sweats. The third was the thrill of knowing that I was going to be getting relief and that my mate was a part of achieving that. All of those emotions focused on the taking of the enema. The expulsion was pretty much emotionally inconsequential by comparison.

The very first enema given to me in person by @Lora_C. 🌹

It was not the enema itself, but my husband DID give me one as part of a LONG foreplay session early in our marriage that lead to a night together that has never been topped! EXTREMELY thrilling, even though the enema was a relatively small part it all contributed.

Interestingly enough our twins were born EXACTLY 8-1/2 month later

My most thrilling enema experience was when I received an enema as a little boy of 10 from my uncle. I was on the floor on a mat when he gave me the enema when my grandmother, brother and other uncle looked on. I felt exposed but I enjoyed being humiliated as they looked on my naked body. I felt so good to be given the attention

Not even close....a 2 qt red bag douche nozzle...lubed with vaseline....given by my former lover dressed in black garter and hose and heels.....hanging the bag and slipping under me to take my clock in her mouth as she fucked my ass with the nozzle and I fucked her mouth with my clock...eventually filling her mouth with cum that she immensely enjoyed swallowing.

I got small enemas from mom from as early as I can remember. I never hated or disliked those enemas and my sister and I even gave ourselves and each other small enemas playing around with the bulb in the bathtub.

During the summer vacation from school, I would spend some time at grandma's. It was always a pleasant diversion when I got a little bored at home. One time after a few days at grandma's she noticed I was just not right. No energy, and I didn't want to play with the neighborhood kids like usual. After a few questions it was determined I had not pooped in a couple of days so she suggested an enema might help me feel better. I had seen a bulb syringe in her bathroom, similar to the one we had at home, and since I sort of enjoyed those small bulb enemas I agreed, thinking it would be just like at home.

When she called me to the bathroom I did not see the bulb but there was what I knew as a hot water bottle hanging on the towel bar. It had some sort of hose attached. I asked her what that was and she said it was my enema. She said I was old enough to take an enema like she did. I had heard from one of my friends that she got enemas from some sort of a bag and it was not fun, so my level of anxiety jumped several levels. I could actually hear my heart beat while she lubed the nozzle and slid it into my skinny little butt. But as I lay there feeling the warm water fill my belly, I knew that somehow I liked it. I watched the bag deflate and soon I was feeling very full, much fuller than ever before. I probably only took about half of the bag but she stopped when I told her I couldn't take any more. It was a bit uncomfortable and embarrassing, and it seemed to take forever for all of that water and poop to come out, but somehow I knew it would not be the last time I would do that. In fact, a few weeks later on another visit I told her I had a tummy ache to see if she would give me another enema with the red bag. I was not disappointed.

This is a hard one to answer, because I've had a number of really good enemas given to me. (And I like to think that I've given more than a few myself.) I suppose that the one that stands out was the first one I received from Aunt Rachel. My sister was right beside me receiving hers, too; but although she enjoyed hers (we were early teens, and had long since become klismos), she didn't have any sexual attraction to Rachel. At least, I could not see any. Either she was not yet bi, or I just didn't catch on to her bi-ness. Anyway, Aunt Rachel was Mom's younger sister and had been widowed by WWII like Mom. At the time Aunt Rachel was mid-thirties. She was about 5'7", auburn hair, deep blue eyes and ample breasts. All-in-all, a beautiful woman with a killer body. Anyway, Rachel and her two daughters moved in when the house next door went up for sale. Enemas were given regularly by Mom, and I knew that my cousins got them regularly from Aunt Rachel. I think it was early spring and Aunt Rachel had been next door about six months when Mom had to travel to another state for some kind of school for her job.

Since Sis and I were teens, Mom let us stay in our house, with Rachel checking on us, She also cooked our meals and we ate at her house. It was Friday evening, with Mom due home Saturday evening. After dinner, as we were leaving, Rachel said, "I'll be over before bedtime with your castor oil. I'll be taking care of your regular Saturday cleansing." This was totally out of left field; although we always got a series of SSE's every Saturday morning, it never occurred to us that Mom had asked Aunt Rachel to do them in her absence. Sure enough, Rachel showed up at ten that night with a bottle of castor oil, and each of us got two tablespoons. She said that she had just done the same for our cousins. She said Mom had told her about our Saturday routine years before, and Elaine and Eloise were cleaned out every Saturday, too. Sis and I drank our laxative, and Rachel diapered us against accidents as we slept. I was horny as hell, thinking about the next morning, and also about my cousins sleeping diapered, but mostly about Rachel giving me the enemas.

The night went without accidents, and Sis and I woke up ready to fill the toilet, which we did. Then, we went over to Aunt Rachel's for breakfast. That went well, although Sis and I shared embarrassing glances at Elaine and Eloise, who seemed embarrassed as well. With breakfast over, Rachel said, OK, kids, y'all go home and get ready. I'm going to give Elaine and Eloise their enemas, and I'll be over to do yours while they hold theirs." With that, Sis and I went home and stripped to wait for our first enema.

It was about twenty minutes before Rachel showed up. She complimented us on being ready, and prepped our two enemas. She hung our bags on the shower rod, and we knelt with our chests over the side of the tub to receive our enemas. Rachel lubed Sis, and then me with Vaseline, and inserted our nozzles. We each had four quart open top bags, with six foot hoses terminating in eight inch long bulbous tipped nozzles. These had eight holes evenly spaced around the bulb, and could deliver the water fast enough to be painful unless the hose clamp slowed the flow. Aunt Rachel slowly opened our clamps for a slow fill, and rubbed our backs as the hot soapy water filled us. We were given half-full bags, so about two quarts. As our bags flattened, Rachel asked, "Do you want me to leave your nozzles in? My girls say it helps them hold their enemas." We opted to retain them, and she said, "OK, I'm going to check my girls, and I'll be back when they're on the toilet." I suppose I should mention that our houses were almost identical, and had a main bath and guest bath, so two people could release at once.

She was gone about twenty minutes, but since we were used to getting almost three quarts, we were fine holding two. She returned, and said, "Your Mom wants you to hold at least thirty minutes. My girls only hold about twenty; but can you go another ten?" We said we would try, knowing that two quarts for thirty minutes would be easy. By then, we both sort of enjoyed strong, but not too strong, cramps. She again rubbed our backs until thirty minutes gad elapsed, then said, "You have been very good. Go expel, but don't flush. I want to see what you get out." Sis and I stood, and she walked to the toilet. I could hear her enema flooding the toilet as I headed down the hall. I was surprised to see Aunt Rachel going with me, and embarrassed by my strong erection. I tried to hide it as I sat down on the toilet. It popped straight up between my legs as I involuntarily gushed enema into the toilet immediately. Rachel laughed and said, "Don't be ashamed, all boys get hard as they get enemas. Besides, young man, I think you will make some woman very happy one day!" With that, she left to check on my cousins.

About thirty minutes later, Rachel returned to administer our second of what was to be four SSE's and two rinses. We both looked forward to each enema, and were not disappointed. I got hard when she opened the door, and she seemed pleased at my reaction. The process went on most of the day, then Rachel took the four of us for ice cream. Soon, Mom and Rachel decided to combine our Saturday sessions, and did all four of us together. This went on until we left home, and none of us ever gave it a second thought. None of the others knew until years after Rachel's passing that she and I continued doing enemas together until she was nearly dead from cancer. No, we never actually had sex, but we both got great sexual pleasure from those enemas. BUT, nothing ever compared to that first Saturday.

That would be the first enema given to me by my long term FWB about 30 years ago.We had been playmates for 3 years and had been adding new experiences with passing time. I told her of my love of enemas and she said she would like to give me one. The next time we met, I brought along my standard drug store bag and the long douche nozzle. I filled the 2 qt. bottle with cool water (my favorite) and laid on some towels in the motel bathroom. A lot of mutual oral and finger foreplay. She was quite excited and started to fuck my hole with the nozzle. I showed her how to control the flow for a nice slow fill while she held the nozzle in place with one hand she played with her pussy and nipples with the other. after about a quart in, i started having mild cramping, which I always enjoyed. She started blowing me and after a couple minutes lowered herself on my dick and started to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. She was always easy to orgasm, but I had never seen her like this. After a few minutes of this, I lost all control and started to cum. The nozzle flew out and each ejaculation contraction was accompanied with a large squirt of water. We have shared many enema games since, including simultaneous enemas while having slow intercourse while filled, but I have never experienced such an intense orgasm in my life before or since that first enema fuck.

As Cheryl said in #7, if you only got enemas with a bulb as a child, your first enema from a bag can be quite memorable. An interesting parallel - It was also my grandmother who introduced me to the bag. Is it that our mothers still considered us children needing the bulb while our grandmother saw us growing up more in her eyes?

Mine was told in a story submitted called "Montana Enema" (section 5, stories); 'thrilling' because it was not expected. And that makes me wonder how many here have experienced getting an enema, unexpectedly, after commenting the need in one way or another.

It was on a flight, in a Beech Debonair, between Billings and Bozeman, ran into a snowstorm and chose to land at a small strip...tied the bird down and trudged about a block to a nearby motel. The clerk commented on my appearance, and I commented that I needed a drugstore (she said all were closed and too far to walk anyway) whereupon she picked up the phone, and while I was standing there, told the person on the other end to bring her douche bag over....she looked up, mentioning that she lived just next door...and then showed me to my room right next door to the Office. --she said she'd be right back.

She soon did just that and proceeded to give me a couple of enemas. Read the story; "Montana Enema" for the details. But this would make a good subject to see how many here have encountered a similar experience. I don't know if "THRILLING" is the right word....but "Wonderful" sure works.

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On my 21st birthday, I was given by my Second boyfriend, What I would like to call a shooter enema. I took shots of different spirits on that night through my enema bag. The 1 1/2 quart bag was filled to about a third of the way (1/2 a quart.) with a mix of all of the shots that I like and well... I took it all. I got blitzed fast, so much so, that I asked his parents to take me to the hospital because I was scared of alcohol poisoning. He came along with me as drunken support. My heart was beating fast and hard. and my blood pressure was unstable. The hospital kept me until morning when I had time to sober up.

Just to let everybody know I'm ok from that and a "regular" enema came before that.

There were two times, that are equally thrilling to me. The first happened the summer I turned twelve, when I got caught giving myself an enema, because I was constipated, by my RN grandmother. She spanked me with her hairbrush, on my bare bottom, for not letting her know I was constipated. Then she turned around and taught me how to give myself enemas. The first was a 2 quart Ivory Soap enema. The next two were 2 quart rinse enemas with Salt & Baking Soda. Later the same week she used me as her subject, when she taught my brother how to give himself enemas. The next summer she taught our sister how to give herself enemas, but didn’t use me or my brother as a subject... rats. The second happened after I got home from school one day and told my sister I was constipated, and need the bathroom for a while, because I was going to give myself a couple of enemas. At that she said, “tell you what, I’ll give you a couple of enemas, if you will give me a couple enemas afterwards”. I said, “sure” and that started my brother, sister, and I giving each other enemas after school through the end of our High School years. Our parents both worked and didn’t get home till after 6 PM.

Hopefully, No one will be pissed if I put my second most thrilling enema.

One day in my recent past I really wanted to have sex with my boyfriend but he was very constipated. SO I told him that I would give him an enema if he gave me one. He told me that this would be his first enema ever. This shocked me at first but he accepted it and we continued on with the enema.

To make sure everything went smoothly for his first I decided to give him a lite glycerin enema for the first liter. the second and third liters he took were just water. This cleansed him of all the constipated matter but the only problem was that accidentally due to a sneeze he evacuated most of it in the tub onto me. Normally the smell would have made me evacuate my lunch but it caught me sooo much off gaurd that, I was only really surprised by it. He did say sorry for it and after I cleaned both him and me off from it, while "cleaning him off." After I had finished, He held up his end of the bargain and gave me an enema. sadly nothing too special on my end.

Afterwards we had smex and lots of it.

I guess the first enema i was given, rather than self administered ones, it was a life time ago when i was early twenties, the woman was 51, old enough to be my mother ! We meet through an ad in Forum magazine and we wrote to each other......remember letters ???? I drove to her house , getting more and more nervous, the nearer i got, after a chat and a cup of tea , she said come on lets do it....I got naked, lay on her bed and she gave me two pints of soapy water with a higginsons syringe . I had to rush to expell, which amused her a bit, then i gave her a similar enema. After she had expelled i had anal sex with her...at her request, She did ask me to stop, it was hurting, so i finished myself by masturbating. We met several times for weekends, till she met someone her own age and married, often wondered who got the enemas after me, she will be dead i guess by now, but it was good.

The most thrilling enema given to me was a barium enema given in a hospital. There was a lot of anticipation sitting in the waiting room in a gown, sans underware waiting for my turn in the x ray room. I was excited and nervous at the same time and worried that the doctor and technician might notice the wet spot on the front of my gown and know that the whole idea was turning me on something fierce. When I was called in the tech asked me if I'd removed my under ware and if I'd used the small enema in the prep kit. I told him that my wife had given me that little enema but not how much I'd enjoyed it. Some x rays were taken and I was told that I'd done a good job of cleaning myself out. The doctor came in and explained what was going to happen, asked if I'd ever had a barium enema before and if I had any questions. I was then instructed to lay down and my left side facing the wall, but not before I stole a glance at the hanging bag to get an idea of how much barium was going to be going into me. I thought no problem, I can handle that easily. As I lay there feeling my gown being pulled up to expose my buttocks, I thought Wow, this is really going to happen! I felt my right check being pulled up to expose my anus and the nozzle was thrust up into me. Yes, I mean thrust! I couldn't believe how big it felt and how far up me it went. The doc must have gotten another grip on the hose and I felt it going in even further and then the sensation or something expanding, which I guess was the retention ball. He asked off handedly, how was that? I didn't respond that it was all very wonderful. Erotic, completely filling and oh so very wonderful feeling. I felt the barium begin filling my colon and was asked time and again to roll first one way and the other as I filled with the hose and nozzle tugging at my anus and rectum. This sensation was so stimulating and felt so good. The bag was lowered and some of the barium was allowed back into the bag and then I was filled with pumps of air. I have read stories about how some people thought this was painful and horrible but for me it was just another part the procedure which I enjoyed immensely. Finally I was told that the nozzle was going to be removed and I was really disappointed! I would have liked to have laid there with the nozzle in me for hours it felt so good. After a few more pictures were taken with the nozzle removed I was left to go expel. After I had gotten cleaned up and went home I laid on the bathroom floor and rammed a douche nozzle up into me to take several cleansing enemas, but they kind of fell short of the intense enjoyment of the barium enema. This enema was something that I'd eagerly look forward to have happen again!

We grew up 2000 miles apart, but my cousin and I, through tragic circumstances, lived only 30 miles apart in our 40's. I in Port Arthur TX and she in Beaumont. I was all over the country repairing navigational aids. She is a barber and also does all the other complicated stuff in that service. I made it a point to go see her for every hair cut. After 5 years, her husband took up with another, leaving her with his children. She was happy with it, but they let her know as often as possible, she was not their real mother. After 6 months, only one of the four was stuck in the past. When I could, we became regular friends and developed a real brother sister friendship. Before the time of cell phones, I had a pager and she no phone but had regular access to her next door neighbor's. Usually I just showed up and the kids were quick to bring me into the house to see what I brought with me. They were only a quarter mile from the Natchez River and liked to show me their latest discoveries. I took the oldest in as close as I could because she was having the hardest time accepting her lot in life with my cousin not being their real mother and at the same time having to be mother for the rest while Suzie earned a living for them, getting very little from their father. As I came into the house, little Margret clung to me as I set about opening it all up and our feast began. That evening, after a busy day and the kids going fast asleep, my dear cousin Suzie put her hand on my thigh with the TV droning on. She asked if she could give me one of her mother's comforting enemas. I countered with saying she needed her mamma's enema more than I. She turned to look me in the eyes and closed hers with her lips set for a kiss. I reached in to cousinly kiss her and patted her tummy saying, "If you will get your stuff, it will be a dream come true. Your mom gave us one i'll never forget. She is the best. Would you like to pretend we are kids again?" "We could, let's do", Suzie smiled thinking out loud, "Three of us were like kittens side by side."

We got it all ready in her bulging red bag and cute fat curved butt bone. We hung it on a floor lamp and made her an enema nest on the floor. She left her clothes on and dropped her panties with a giggle. Kicking them toward the wall, Suzie asked me to position her. I remembered and informed, "Aunt Mable put us onto our hands and knees." So, I brought her down and parted her knees widely. Bacon grease and its smoky smell began to waft into the air as my fingers got into it. "Mmmmahmmah I love you." she whimpered as a child. I reached under and began rubbing Suzie's tummy with my other hand warmly on her hips. I marked her colon's rout in little circles, showing without words the areas soon to be comforted with her mamma's treatment. I come back to her receiving end and admired her greeting view. Reaching in-between, I began to smear the bacon grease. Tapping like a wood pecker on Suzie's sweet pucker, and eventually dipped in just a half inch and waited. "Yes, Yes?" she cooed and I slipped into her full length with a twist and tempting withdrawal. "Oh, Uhh, Oh, Uhh that's not mamma's enemaaaahh." "Oh dear, my memory is foggy and I want to comfort you, sweetie. You have been such a wonderful friend to us all." as I easily stroked inside her, twisting and feeling her insides, and enjoying her heat. "Let me reach and get your hiney bone, now honey." and I eased back, almost out. "Wait, wait, not yeaaet in her Southern drawl, Aaggaainn, I want to feel you again, that is nice" Thinking Suzie might like two, I put my middle over my index and pressed in again, only an inch. "Uhh, Ohh, that's definitely not mamma, is it? But eeease in a little more, let's see ifff FFuully, Ohh" as I gently went deeper into her needy hiney, pausing and proceeding another inch. "OK, it's time we apply your wet bone and let you sip in some of your enema wonderment." as I eased out of her again saying, "Suzie, you are such a real wonder, dear one." Again I massaged her back, shoulders and returned to her waiting hiney. I pressed it in after circling it for only 30 seconds. Withdrawing it she whined, and I eased back in only a quarter inch and quietly released the clamp to spray inside her. When her rose bud spasmed, I eased in deeper with its each wave of pleasure, then slowed her flow. As her fullness began and the bone as far in as I wanted, again I reached under and caressed her belly, while slowly twisting and tugging on her bone nozzle. "STOP!" and I did with quick ratcheting clicks. "My breasts aere full and dripping. Nuzzle and nurse me, Ohh please!" Dropping to her right shoulder, she rolled over onto her back. She grabbed me by my bolo tie and searched sternly, like her grand mother saying, "This is certainly, naughtily, not NOT mamma's way!" I just began to undress her saying,, "I need your tittys." Her Keep-um-from-floppin easily unhooked from the front, and I thought to myself, "Hhhmmm?" I came to her side and rearranged her hose to dangle between her legs. She barely had received a pint up her butt. I massaged into her lower colon to make it swish about. "Oh, careful, i'm weak and needy" Suzie whimpered. With one hand on her nozzle, I released her enema, kissing her belly back up to her nipple, she grabbed my hair as I drew her nearest mammary on into my mouth, licking and slurping loudly. "Quiet!" she demanded and fully relaxed with me nursing her. She attempted to sing Rock-a-bye Baby, "Rock aahhh bbye Baybeeiiii, Ohhh that's a nice baybyyy, Ohhh goodness yes." and I went to her other nipple, drawing in firmly as to nurse her hungrily. All the while annoying her hiney with subtle movements to her butt bone. "Who are you? What is this?" she began to reason with her multi tasking propensity. "I am your kid's good friend, comforting their mother as best I know how, in a way I hope you enjoy and can understand." Continuing to suckle her, I stopped her enema, leaving the bone up in her and slid my aching fingers onto her furry folds. "Good friend?" she softly cooos, and Without words, I found her swollen clit and began to caress it. I switched back to her first titty, lifting it up to my lips, and letting my thumb bump the bone up her butt as I gently continued on Suzie's clit while nursing at her breast. Noticing her ever lengthening & stiffening ridge, I slowed and quit bumping the bone pipe dripping inside her. Soon, she drew up into a terrible spasm, pulling my hair. I quit all movement, hoping I was not about to have a bald spot. Catching her breath, she sighed, "It might be OK not to leave till the morning or even much later, could you?" I apologized for going too far, but she wanted me to know only that now she was needing to get into me and make me look pregnant with mamma's bulging enema bag. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles declaring, "So that's what our males of the family look like. You are a dripping mess. You should not try to hit the road like that, Mr Tracey! Much tooo dangerous. Just let your cousin fix it for you. We'll call it an old timey barber's treatment for a road warrior. Step out of those, while I clean up a little." I heard Suzie on the pot making splashing noises, grunting, groaning and taking deep breaths. I went to her to make sure all was well and she whispered, "The paper roller is empty!" I just stood there admiring her undressed condition. Her nipples were profound. With a smile, Suzie looked up, heaving her breast for me and pointed to where I should look. "Baby girl," I began, "Why don't I just wipe your hiney with a warm damp cloth, rinse it and really clean you properly?" "Oh, of course, Momma's way," she blushed and giggled. Giving her privacy again, I prepared another happy bag full with 4 sachets of chamomile and hung it on the floor lamp again. I brought her some ayurvedic salve and tugged her off the potty. Suzie bent and put her hands on the wall. I spread her legs some and began to wipe up from her ankles. While I was washing her legs with the hot cloth and getting up to her thighs, she began to sing, "Itsy bitsey spider went up thuuhh, uh, uhhh Wwahh (taking a deep breath) NNnnn, MMmmm, oooohhh, nnnuuuhhh. And I noticed her water spout, again swollen and wet, no matter how much I carefully cleaned it. Suzie's knees were quivering. I reached back and retrieved a gob of the special salve. I worked it onto, around and she pushed back wagging her fanny. I got some more and pressed it into her butt with my thumb and found her vulva with my remaining fingers while nibbling at her ears. I whispered, "Dear cousin, you are such a gracious receiver. Thank you for letting me play with you."

I recently dated an RN who decided to tie me up and blind fold me one evening. She had recently bought us a black, 8" beaded enema nozzle and decided to discipline me. she absolutely loved taking control and inflicting some pain. As she "rammed" the nozzle (as she loved to call it) as hard and deep in my ass, soapy water filling me up, she proceeded to suck my cock as I erupted very quickly and she happily swallowed my entire hot creamy load. She then decided we needed to share a hot sticky and VERY deep french kiss...WOW

Meeting a Zity member for my first full Ivory soapsuds Enema from a virtual stranger was totally involved in emotion.

She was amazing and I gave her the same in return.

We had serious communication and promised to meet again. To be continued.

A woman posted on Fet that she wanted to find someone to give her enemas and a hard spanking. I replied that I'd love to do that. My profile is that I'm a switch; she responded that she is a slave and would only receive and not do anything to me. Fine, I was OK with that. We met and indeed I put her on my spanking horse and paddled her nicely. Then I put her on my massage table and using a double balloon nozzle gave her a 2 qt enema, then used a Hitachi wand on her clit while she was holding her enema. She had such a wonderful time and this was done very leisurely with lots of nice touching, that she asked what she could do for me.

I said you could give me an enema. I wanted her to use urethral sounds on me, so I prepped them, got sterile gloves and sterile lube available. She gave pumped up the balloon nozzle inside me, filled me with 2.5 qts of warm saline and then used a vibrator on my abdomen, cock and balls for 10 minutes. Then she prepped my cock with iodine followed by an alcohol wipe and slowly inserted a tulip sound, then a larger one, then a couple of Van Buren sounds. I am very demonstrative and loudly express my excitement. As often happens, the bottom's excitement is contagious and soon grows to mutual excitement.

She decided on the spot that she wasn't a slave but a switch.

Just last night, my mistress had me strip and restrained me to the bed laying back, reclining slightly on pillows.

She wrapped two elastic belts around my midsection, one down by my hips and the other at the bottom of my ribs, and then tightened them until the tension gave me a potbelly.

She lubed up, inserted, and inflated a balloon retention nozzle in my ass. The tube connected to it split into two, one leading to a two quart enema bag, and the other to an adjustable speed aquarium pump. Both hoses were equipped with one-way flow valves to prevent water from backing up into the aquarium pump and vice versa.

This was my first time receiving a water enema in a bdsm scenario, and reading on this site I learned that mixing air and water causes cramping, which I enjoy, so we thought we'd try it out.

She put nipple clamps on me and asked if I was ready. I was told that I would be taking the whole bag as she opened the flow control to a nice, medium speed. After letting the water flow into me for a few seconds, she asked me if I enjoyed it and I told her very much. Once she finished making sure I was okay, she turned the dial on the pump to low and flicked the switch to turn it on.

I felt the bubbles immediately as the air and water were simultaneously pumped into me, mixing in my colon.

Mild cramping began, and my belly began to noticably bulge out, the elastic bands isolating the pressure into the middle of my abdomen. She oiled my belly and began massaging it as the pressure continued to make me swell up.

The cramping became more intense as the bag got closer to empty, but were not unbearable.

She kept commenting on the size and tightness of my belly, turning me on immensely.

Once the bag emptied, she turned off the pump and disconnected the hose from the retention nozzle, leaving it in place to act as a plug.

I laid there adjusting to the sensations inside me as she began prepping my belly for six electrodes that were attached to a TENS unit. When the box was turned on, the electric pulses caused my abdominal muscles to contract involuntarily, squeezing the pressure inside me and making me moan with pleasure.

She placed her hand over my belly button and pushed in and out a few times, making me moan louder.

"I don't think your belly is quite full enough!" She said as she connected a new tube to the nozzle in my ass. This one was attached to a hand bulb pump like for inflating a blood pressure cuff.

She gave it a few slow squeezes, forcing more air into my already bloated belly while continuing to push down on it. I (roleplay) begged her to stop, but I secretly enjoyed it and that turned her on.

This continued until I have the safe word, letting her know I was truly full.

"I have an idea!" She applied a bit of lube to my belly button, and then placed a plastic cylinder directly on top of it. This cylinder was attached via a hose to a vacuum therapy machine. Once turned on, it began to suck my navel out of my belly and into it. The suction was increased until it became slightly uncomfortable, and then she activated the second feature of the machine which caused it to "milk" my bellybutton.

The internal belly pressure, TENS shocks, nipple clamps, balloon nozzle, and vacuum suction was driving me wild, and she new I needed to orgasm soon.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard, that the force of your climax causes your belly to pop! (a shared roleplay fetish of ours)" she said as she started going down on me.

She edged me until I couldn't take it anymore, cumming violently hard for what felt like ten minutes.

It was amazing 😃

Inflatable slave, that was very hard to top, but I'll tell you mine that I've mentioned here before on other threads. I've never imagined being given an enema with restrictive belts on my belly, but I have had several wearing a tight wetsuit jacket to tighten my belly pressure which were intense and fun.

My switch Domme ex wife one night dreamed this up and did it to me with no warning or pre-explanation. She dressed me in a snug latex catsuit, full latex hood and gloves, later plus rubber gas mask, all of which I loved (rubber fetish). Then she laid me down and tied me into very tall X-Hi thick Converse rubber sneakers so I'd be forced to feel the rubber on my bare feet to add more rubber sensations to me. Then my hands were cuffed to my ankles, limiting motion and thus bending my knees up. She played with my anus a long time with fingers, gloves and plugs until she slid in a latex double balloon catheter and inflated both balloons. Then I quickly got about two quarts of saline and after taunting my belly awhile she wrapped me up in a comforter to leave me there full of enema just to have to be struggling distended covered in sweaty rubber without being able to move a thing. She came back in a half hour or so after occasionally masturbating me without letting me come. Then I saw she had brought another full Enema bag back with her and she asked if I was ready for my next filling. I begged her not to but she let it rip and filled me with another quart or two while telling me how much she loved dominating me with big enemas and rubber bondage. She also said I had to hold it a good long time while she made me satisfy her. I groaned with mock dread, which she loved. After the second filling I had to drag and crawl myself across the bed to her in order to service her with orgasms and PIV which was quite a chore full of so much water sweating under the rubber. Finally she'd had two orgasms plus PIV and she let me lay back while finally helping me orgasm myself. As I crawled off to empty myself she told me next time, maybe tomorrow, I'd be holding it overnight so she could get more orgasms in the morning. I just about passed out at the thought, but loved everything she'd done to me. THAT was definitely the most thrilling enema I'd ever had. Only a few subsequent ones just like it plus overnight holds were equally as intense. Wow. What an imagination she had.

Eric

How about you, Susie? Since you were so curious as to post the OP with your query. With all your kink and enema and switch experience I'm sure you'd have quite a nice exciting story to relate. What was your most exciting enema given to you? Husband I presume?

Eric

For me, my most thrilling one had to be the first one from a guy who's also a member of this site... Hoo boy was I nervous about that first meeting lol!

The most thrilling enema I've ever had was the "childbirth enemas" given in early labor with my Son in 1969. The Doctor had ordered a couple of hot, high, soapsud enemas (his exact words). They were given from a bag of very green soapy water and 2 older nurses administered and coached me. They felt GREAT!

I've always wondered if more women had enemas that felt "great" during those childbearing occasions, we guys might not be in such an apparent majority relative to enjoyment of that simple procedure and pleasure?

I know many who say they despised those enemas during labor. If enemas were more a labor of love and TLC, perhaps we guys might be the benefactors?

The most thrilling enema given to me was about 35 years ago by my girlfriend at that time. I was in my 40’s and she was a few years older, but very cute and vivacious and with a tight bod consistent with her occupation as a p.e. teacher. I was a peace officer then and one day I mentioned that I always carried a set of handcuffs with me. Her eyes got wide and she became palpably excited and asked if I would cuff her before we had sex. I readily agreed to, so we did. Turns out we both had switchable tendencies, although she was not into enema sex and I assuredly was. She had a key to my condo and since she finished her job earlier than I did she would often come over and let herself in and wait for me. One day I came home home to find her rummaging through a pile of of enema mags I had stashed in a hall closet. “What are these?” she demanded to know and I had to confess that I liked to look at them while I took an enema while jerking off. (This was long before I had a loptop with hundreds of enema pics on my nightstand like I do now.) “Oh ho, you devil, why didn’t you tell me? Keeping secrets is a violation of trust and I am going to have to punish you for it, and what better way than to give you a large, hot, soapy enema.” I shivered in anticipation at the prospect. She made me produce my 3 qt. red rubber combo bag as well as my handcuffs. That best part came next as she described in exquisite detail exactly what she planned to do to me - how she would make me watch her connect the long rubber hose and large black rubber nozzle to the enema bag and then fill it with hot water and swish a bar of ivory soap in the water till it was nice and sudsy. I got extremely excited as I watched her do this. Then she hung the brimming bag above my four poster canopy bed. Then she made me strip and lie face down on the bed and shackled one wrist to a bedpost and lacking another handcuff she grabbed a necktie to tie the other wrist to the opposite bed post. She made me spread my legs and teased my anus with the nozzle before sliding it deep inside me. She opened the clamp and as the enema filled me up she reached underneath me and began stroking my cock and balls. I came with a mighty spurt as the last of the bag emptied. My paramour was not pleased; she explained that she wanted to get in on the action and ride my prick until she orgasmed, too. We decided that would have to wait until next time. But that’s another story.

My husband and I were just "exploring" one night, and we tried something.

Worked well for him, Got him excited did only so much for me, but certainly NOT a turn-off

Not sure if we will ever do it again, and if we do, it it certainly won't be after a big chicken dinner:

As most of you know I'm 5 Ft 11.

My husband is even bigger, 6 ft 7.

He had mixed a basic soapsuds enema and put it in one of my 2-qt HWB style bags

We were both thinking about what to do from there

He laid flat on his back

I was able to lay in Simms position on top of him!

He gave me the very first enema I have taken from someone else since the last one Dad gave me when I was 10. I inserted that one by myself, so that was the first time anyone has ever inserted an enema since I was 9.

Once the enema was in, I just ha to wait a couple of minute, and then more or less turn over on my tummy.

We kinda knew what to do it that point!

This was only 2 quarts, I could not have done that with three!

The hard part was keeping it in long enough to get through!

Fortunately it was only a moderate orgasm on my part Ha it been a "Rocker!" I would have totally destroyed that new mattress!!

I made it but just. Did get some on the toilet seat!

For me, a fun experiment for him a full-out rocking orgasm.

Our third child, (The first pregnancy was twins) was born 48 weeks to the day later,

Maybe that's why he hasn't asked to try it again. Or maybe he sensed the inequality and realized that I had done it mainly to please him. Or maybe he thought about the cost of that mattress and realized how close we had really come to losing all that money! He hasn't asked again!!!

Susie, your OP said

"What was the most thrilling enema GIVEN TO YOU in your life.

Who gave it to you, what kind of solution was it, what were the circumstances?

DETAILS ARE REQUIRED."

I'm curious too - what was your most thrilling enema given to you? Or are there too many to count? Or are you expecting it to be your upcoming "mummification" with enemas you described with your husband? My best experience, a really memorable one, is down below in #22. Thanks,

Eric

That would be when I was around 30 and my wife had me make a dildo enema nozzle from the local XXX store. It was a double dong 18 inch long and 2 inch wide. Had to drill hole lengthways and insert a colon tube thru it. It was connected to a 4 quart clear bag. She requested me to mark very 2 inch with a sharpie so she would know now much dildo was in and how much to go in. Also she wanted a inline bulb. She has been using a dildo on me 10 inch by 1 1/2 wide.

She had the enema dildo nozzle connected to the enema bag full of very soapy water. It was out of sight and she first gave me a fleet enema to clear things out. I was thinking of that we were going to use little dildo in me and I get to put myself in her pussy. When I came back to bedroom after letting enema out she had me kneel on the covered bed and tied my hands to my ankles in between my legs. Than she blind folded me.

She said I was going to get a surprise. This is around two weeks after I made that special dildo enema nozzle. The next thing I felt after being lube good was something pushing at my hole think it was the 10 x 1 1/2 dildo she liked to use on me.

It was ok at first but did not go in as usual. I ask is something was wrong. She said no and that she would push it in soon. Than it really stretch me and I said it was not going in right. That is when she put her weight into it and OOOOOOWWWWWWWW it stretched and sank into my ass a few inches. It was 1/2 wider than the old dildo. She than told me that she had just put the new enema dildo into me a few inches. It took awhile till my ass adjusted to the added width. It hurt every time she used it on me. Did not know the hole went back to normal size so quick.

She started the enema flow very slow while starting to get more of the 18 inch in me. It got clogged when it hit some stuff in me. This was fixed quickly when she gave the inline bulb a squeeze. WOW I felt that. Than it started to flow in again.

It seem to take forever as she would push and pull a little to get 12 inches in. She took the blind fold off. I saw half on bag was me. She keep fucking me and got 14 inches in me. I was surprised that much had gone in. The warm soapy water was making the path slippery and she keep feeding it very slowly. when she said I got to the 16 inch mark I was full of dildo. There was about a half quart of water in bag. She started to fuck me with the dildo nozzle and I was getting overly excited. I was moaning and started to move as if I was fucking her. I was ready to cum and got so excited I told her to give it all to me. OOOOOHHHH fuck did she.

She opened the clamp and the soapy water flowed in than OOOOOHHHHHH she sank the last two inches in that I was not expecting. She also started to squeeze the inline bulb and I felt the rest of the soapy water shoot in hard and high till the bag was empty. She said she was proud that I took her special enema so well. Than she said she was going to mix the soap up good. She started to fuck me with long strokes and I came which made her happy. She had also got all the soapy enema in too. She got the results she wanted.

That is one enema I WILL remember. She used that on me twice a week for years till like I was 60 to keep me flowing she called it. The dildo finally broke and had to throw it away.

I only get the regular 7 inch enema nozzle. Probably could not even get small dildo in now.

Oh he sweet memories.

Jim