Was mom a bag holder, hanger, or squeezer?

As all of my childhood enemas were delivered by bulb syringes of different sizes through the years. As was the ones my mother gave herself, she was definitely a sqeezer. And a very good one, she never introduced any air.

Not mother but I've always dreamed of having a lover or mistress who would give me a large enema with a closed top bag & an inflatable or plug nozzle. Maybe about two thirds of the way through when I really don't think I can take any more she would silently, but with a hint of a smile, take hold of the bag between both hands & squeeze gently but firmly until the last of the liquid is forced into me.....😮

My clearest memory of enemas growing up is of looking up at the big red bag hanging on the bathroom closet clothing hook and hearing the jar of vaseline being opened.