Forcing Yourself To Take & Hold Every Last Drop-- and MORE !!!!

Good Morning Everyone, I have another topic I am sure it has been brought up here, but I wanted to elaborate on this if I could ....Has anyone here ever forced themselves to take every last drop of solution in the enema bag--regardless of how much volume the enema bag holds, and even more beyond that ?? I recently had a series of enemas given to me and I was forced not only to take every last drop by the girls administering to me, but the bag was refilled and without expelling the first bag, I was forced to take well beyond that in a 2nd bag !! Has anyone here ever found themselves in this type of a situation while being given or taking enemas ?? I was pleading to be let up and to let go to the bathroom by the time they felt I was given enough and my poor tummy was so swollen and distended, I looked like I was going to burst at any given second ...I was loving the intensity of the hard cramping, but dreading the expulsion, as this for me is where the real discomfort sets in or takes place ....I wanted and needed to go so bad, I mean the pressure was so intense, but strangely enough, my clit was on fire from it all, and after the first couple of bags of solution were given to me, I found myself asking the girls to please make me take more enemas as I did not think I was cleaned out quite good enough.....Maybe this comes from seeing my mother being given enemas such as this in my teen years, as I saw her endure many like this, where she was escorted from her bedroom, walking half bent over with the hose and nozzle trailing out of her bottom, and she was moaning pretty steadily with every step she took....The same was for me with this last series I was given, there was very little mercy or empathy shown, just sheer determination in getting me totally and completely cleaned out... It made no difference at all as to how much I moaned and begged ,and asked repeatedly to be let up to go-- the filling seemed almost relentless by them ....The solution was quite strong too, laden with a over zealous amount of Dr.Bonners and Sea salt ....I watched the girls prepare every bagful as I sat and expelled the massive amounts of solution that was forced into me, and as I watched the soap and salt get mixed and added, I swear, I did several hard swallows wondering how I was ever going to manage taking this strong solution that was going to be forced deep into me--has anyone else here ever gotten these sensations before being given enemas ?? Almost like butterflies in your tummy , a nervous , yet excited feeling ?? I was given 4 very large enemas like this in my last session and let me tell you, I was exhausted afterwards, but it was a good kind of tired...My poor bottom was so sore from the intense workout it was given....I was also forced to hold each enema 5 minutes longer than the prior I was given, and the first enema was a forced retention period of 10 minutes and with nearly 4 quarts of really soapy solution churning wildly around , deep in my abdomen , cramping harder and harder with every passing minute ... Has anyone ever had enemas like this and have it --arouse or wickedly turn them on ?? These last few I had did exactly that to me.... I wanted the intense cramping secretly, I wanted the cramping to bite in with a fierceness and intensity, because I knew that when I climaxed, it would be nothing short of mind boggling and it was ....I also wanted to sort of relive my mothers experiences from many years ago through my own intense enemas and on this day-- I certainly was ....So in short, I am wondering if anyone here has ever felt or shared these same feelings as I did from either being given or from taking enemas like this ?? I would really appreciate reading your thoughts on this matter and I will reply or respond in kind... Thank you again people, I deeply appreciate this ...Hugs !! Tammy ...

Love this story. In theory I'm of the taking every last drop and holding it until the timer runs out. In practice (both as giver and receiver) there are sometimes the body just won't cooperate. But I very much enjoy (from both ends of the nozzle) the no choice in the matter scenario you describe.

Maybe you could call it "Forcing" though in the context I do it, it's more like accepting the reality of spontaneous expulsion and simply holding out until I get that. I also put an amount in the bag that I don't just think, I KNOW I can and in this session WILL take

I DO go in with a goal, usually 15 minutes, and once the valve is open I'm focused on meeting that goal, and will do what I need to do to meet that goal.

If you want to call that "force" I'm not going to argue semantics, but I think of it more as knowing what I CAN do and pushing myself a little to do what I can.

It's not just enemas, It's all through my life. I would rather sit back and channel surf all day, but life requires me to push myself!

Sometimes, I will do that, as it adds to the excitement. For me, enemas should be enjoyable and not painful but every now and again I just get the urge to take an enema that does cause a lot of cramping, and it seems that the last drop sometimes just puts me over the edge.

Hearing that "gurgle" as the bag empites its last drops into you is almost like taking the proverbial victory lap! Then the challenge becomes holding those last drops as long as possible.

This morning was one such time for me. Having been away from home for most of the week, I decided I wanted to head into the weekend cleaned out. So I filled my four quart bag with about three quarts of solution (my typical volume) this monring specifically to get the thrill of hearing that gurgle and then holding the enema for a little over 20 minutes.

I love the way in which we come up with these milestones when it comes to enemas...it simply keeps it exciting!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

Damn that was hot! I wish I could give you an enema like that!

Last one I did to a sub of mine was 2 quarts, milky white from the soap. I had her hold it for 15 minutes with a large inflatable buttplug and spanked her while she held it. At about the 10 minute mark she was crying and begging me to let her use the toilet.

Many years ago, my wife on our second honeymoon, said she had a surprise for me and for me to stay in the living room of the cabin she and I had rented. The cabin was bigger than we probably needed, 3 bedrooms and 3 baths, The wife went into one of the bedrooms so I didn't really know what she was up to. About 10 minutes after she left the room, she came into where I was wearing only her birthday suit. She took me by the hand and led me back to bedroom she and I had decided to use. I just knew I was going to get me some more "nookie", but she didn't take me to the bed. Instead, she lead me into the bathroom that was located beside the bedroom. She told me to close my eyes and once we were in the bathroom she told me to open them. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There in that room hung not one or two, but four two quart open top enema bags with soap trails flowing down their sides. I turned to my wife and she tried to explain saying "I decided that I wanted to give you something special. Do you remember that little note that you left on your desk about four weeks ago! I read it!" Well, the note that my wife read was a fantasy of mine and one that I had had for some time. Specifically, the fantasy was one in which my Mother was punishing me for some reason and the punishment was her making me take four bags of enema water!"

Anyway, here we are in a bathroom, my wife in her birthday suit along with me and four full enema bags!

I was taken back!

Then Wife started helping me out of my clothes and when I, too, was in my birthday suit, she pulled me to her and gave me a very erotic like kiss. When the kiss broke, she eased me down into my normal enema taking knee chest position

Once I was in that position, she took the Vaseline that was on the bathroom counter and began lubricating each of the bag's douche nozzles and finally my anal opening. Oh that felt so good! Then I felt the first douche nozzle slipping into my waiting rectum. And, then, I felt the warm, soapy water flowing into my body as my wife rubbed my stomach and moved the nozzle in my butt.

I could hardly believe I took two bags, Then, she inserted the third bag's nozzle. I swallowed real hard and before I could let out the breathe that came with it, wife opened the shut-off. I don't know how I did it, but I did take that bag too! But, I had wife encouraging me and rubbing both my stomach as well as my back.

After several minutes passed, wife removed the nozzle from me and asked, "Mike, do you want to try for bag number 4?"

I replied "Might as well... but please help me...."

With that said, wife inserted the nozzle of bag number 4 and soon snapped the tube's shut-off open. Warm soapy water once again began to enter my body. I think I may have had a pint of that bag in me when I asked her to turn off the water. Wife put her hand onto my back and said "Now, Mike, in your note you said that you wanted to take 4 full bags of hot, soapy water sometime! Well, honey, that sometime is today... so bite your lip and let it flow!"

I just knew that I was going to pop! But, pop I didn't! Wife continued to give me my special enema! And finally I heard the snap of the shut-off and wife saying "OK big boy, you did it! I could hardly tell her thanks... Where did that water go? I do not know... And it did not come out easy either... I probably over did it But I did do it! And wife was so proud of me!

The grandmother was uncompromising I had to wait at least 10 minutes with 1.5 liters of water and chamomile. Mom was more understanding, after a few minutes she let me go to the bathroom. Today I do as I want, at the first stimulus I rush to the toilet ... or wait again because I don't want to get out of bed.

I don't think I could hold anymore than 2 and a half quarts. 4 quarts is a lot of soapy water. I would have to be well and truly plugged.

But even then I would not liked to be forced to hold more quantity than is comfortable. Forced to take one by my wife that would be OK.

Will

Mom said minimum ten minutes. two liters with water, olive oil and one pinch of salt, administered with

enema glass or bulb. Second enema two liters with water and bicarbonate, third with chamomile.

VERY CLEANED.

I always feel that I must empty the bag I've filled for myself. It's a goal for me to take the full bag and hear that good empty bag sound.

Yes, always measure the bag contents and aim to take it all, usually 4 quarts for a couple of years now, rarely up to 5 quarts. That's solo, but when my ex-wife was my switch Domme and she dressed me in full black latex and heavy sneakers and tied me down before giving me any enema(s) she desired, I took the bag of about 2-2.5 quarts but later on she'd give me her second one on top of the first without getting my submissive consent, totaling about 3.5-4.5 quarts. Fortunately she put a latex DBC in me first with large balloons inflated so she could make me take whatever she wanted to watch me struggle to hold. She knew I liked having her push my enema volume and time limits, so we both had a great time. For me, taking and holding all that water for as long as she said was a delightful if sometimes very challenging feat.

Eric

I enjoy the submission part of the enemas where I am forced to take the entire bag, no matter the size, before I can cum. Some past girlfriends were really tough. My wife keeps the bag within tolerance so that I can cum while not too bloated. It is a fine line for me, about 3 quarts...

My sisters and I were given large herbal enemas after a series. A long colon tube was fully inserted and four to five liters were slowly given. We had to retain the enema for a while and mom inserted a double balloon nozzle into them. My oldest sister bought a butterfly vibrator and lett my sisters use it and they would walk around with their full bellies stretching their panty in front and fully inflated balloons plugging them inside and out with smiles on their faces. my.sister got me a vibrating anal plug so I could.enjoy.the uncomfortable enema that fully stretched my colon. At first we complained about the discomfort of these large enemas but were forced to take them as our parents also did.The vibrators really helped o make them tolerable and even enjoyable.

Twenty plus years ago I only owned two quart bags. I enjoy enemas in the 2.5-3.5 quart range. My ex would give me an enema. When the bag was empty I would stay in position and she would then refill the bag and then continue to fill me. Without her it was a real inconvenience to have to get up and refill the bag myself. She would also spank me and pull my cock back and stroke it which helped me take more water and hold it longer. Oh the good old days!😉

When I was a kid my Mom made sure I took every last drop when she gave me a soapsuds enema no matter how much I complained that it was hurting and I couldn't take any more. She just told me to take slow deep breaths through my mouth and she squeezed my butt cheeks tighter together so that nothing would leak out. Then she removed the nozzle but continued to squeeze my butt cheeks tightly together until I had retained the enema for 5 minutes timed with the kitchen timer.

I am careful to make sure the filled bag is within my capabilities, although I discovered a few years ago that my true capacity is a little more than 3.5 qts. I had always thought I maxed out about 2.5 qts. I do make sure to take all of what I’ve prepared, so I guess that falls under “forced.” Hold time was an issue until I got a great inflatable nozzle. Now I often hold beyond my planned time, and love the sudden urges that develop.

It’s how I graduated from a two quart bag to a three quart bag to a four quart bag to a five quart bag thank you optimal health !

I hate to be a killjoy here but I’d like to remind everyone (myself included) that safety comes first and you can do some significant damage by taking too much solution too fast. I’m both a sadist and a masochist and I fully believe in the RACK (risk aware consensual king) mindset/school of thought AND I love my enemas large (4 quarts or so) and crampy (hot saline, Dr Bronner’s Peppermint liquid soap and half a quart of blackstrap molasses for a really nice expulsion…) but I have gastroparesis and a very sluggish colon and I hope you don’t, so you won’t need quite as stimulating concoction. I do or it will stay “stuck” inside me. Not sure how distended you want to be and for how long but I know how much I love having my full 4 quart bag gush out of me after I reach a point where I really, REALLY have to go and I also know how much I hate when it somehow doesn’t happen and I am literally doing jumping jacks and abdominal massages hoping for my insides to behave -I said I was a masochist but I draw the line somewhere, just like everyone else.

Personally, I would never let anyone (that includes medical professionals, sorry! Or most of them. Too many BEs and they fill me up so much between the barium and the air that I feel so extremely nauseous and uncomfortable and I just want to scream to stop already. I don’t but it’s truly awful and I don’t wish it upon anyone. Nothing sexual about it, just pure misery) give me more than I know I can take. When I am completely empty after a prep that is a little over 4 quarts. I’m not the biggest person, at 5’3” and about 100 lb, but I have stretchy bowels if I am fully relaxed and I still only relax to the point where I can take that amount with my partner if I know how much is in the bag. Perhaps counterintuitive but it is what works for me. I’m very greedy and I absolutely love the feeling of a massively distended tummy and having my partner guide me through the cramps and rub my back, cheeks and/or said really full stomach is one of the best ways for me to enjoy the most glorious enema induced orgasm(s)… yet I am the one who prepares the bag. I trust him with all that I have and he thankfully understands my need for being in control of that part. I’ll give up control over almost everything else but I need to know that I’m not pushed into an unsafe territory (he would never do it and we have a safe word, but still) because I’m concerned that I may not be able to realize that I have really been given too much solution until it’s too late. My doctor has told me to let him know if I feel like the BEs feel like they are overstretching my insides and he will try and adjust the quantity of the barium or the contrast, and doctors are rarely that merciful. Point is, by all means have a blast but play safe, too. Listen to your body. I know my own limits and I am not ashamed to tap out. As far as the rest goes… it’s hot af. Please keep sharing and thank you for this post.

Enjoy,

B x

For me, more than a liter is already a test

I plan all of my enemas to be large enough that they will be thorough and not so big that I can't retain it 15 minutes. Sometimes I DO have to push myself to a degree. I keep a worn out washcloth or hand towel in reach to use as a twist rag or bite rag if things get rough.

Like I’ve mentioned in other posts, it took several years for me to get comfortable with four quarts. I have no intention on going for more volume, but instead am not exploring the retention side of play. Four quarts and 10 minutes is my personal record. But I’m very interested in trying to increase my retention time.

I only rarely take 4qt enemas. When I do, it's with lots of soapsuds.

Most of mine now are 3-qt

I purchased a 4qt bag online. One of the first online buys I ever made on my first computer.

At the time all of my bags were 2-qt

i only bought the 3-qt HWB style bag after I had taken a couple of 4-qt enemas. After that 2-qts really never has felt the same! I now need 3-qts to to deliver the same sensation as I previously got with 2-qts!

4-qts still involves some pain, and a little more nausea from the time most of it is in. I DO make sure I get it all in and keep it in as long as I can! Usually about 7 minutes as opposed to 15 minutes ALWAYS and no longer with 2 or 3-qt enemas.

I have tried unsuccessfully to take 6-qts

I am pretty bad at forcing myself to take more and hold. That's why I like someone else to be in control with the safe phrase: I have to go. On the average, my limit is 2 quarts but once, while distracted, I took close to 4 quarts. Happened only once and boy was I full. This was only with an inflatable and after several smaller fills.