My Best Enema(s) Ever

We have all taken/given enemas that where everything came out just right for a memorable experience.

My fondest memories include giving to a lady while performing oral and/or intercourse.

Then there was the time when I hadn't gone for 5-days 😃

Please share you iconic experiences...

It seems that each and every time my wife tops her enema skills...

She recently gave me head to completion while I held a large hot and soapy enema. This was EPIC!

A couple weeks prior she surprised me with a dominating enema just after I came home. She bent me over the back seat of my car in the garage and filled me up. Fantastic!

I have written a few stories involving epic enemas. A couple are fantasy, but the majority are right out of real life.

My best enemas are also among the least memorable!

The ones that get me to a clear return in 3 rounds.

If they are full cleanses and I took the oral bisacodyl before I started, and I got the "bisacodyl kick in" between the second and third enema.

I didn't get any significant nausea between rounds.

I didn't need a 4-qt enema

I didn't need magnesium citrate.

No problems with the bag, hose valve or nozzle, all performed as expected.

No significant pain.

15 minute retention was maybe uncomfortable, requiring some clenching and deep breathing, but no leakage or real "almosts"

Expulsions come at a steady pace with little to no nausea, and the whole expulsion takes 20-25 minutes

I relish those kind of enemas, and when they occur I'm good.

LisaK - I find all enema's to be memorable, from a good clean out, to fooling around with my wife. I remember the time the bag broke spilling water all over the floor. The first time she used her Magic Wand during an enema, the bag was empty and she kept coming and coming. I remember my first bag enema from my mom. I was very constipated. I took the whole bag. It came out in one piece the size of a salami, followed by 2-quarts of water. I was 8. I was hooked...

The enema my sister gave me as a teenager.

She was using the douche nozzle to give me an enema, when about done, the nozzle started to slip out. When I told her what was happening, she pushed it back in with a twist. I moaned as she did that, not saying a thing too me about it. I was in the knee chest position and once the two quart bag was empty, she started moving the douche nozzle backwards and forwards with a little twist, not stopping this time, till I came all over the towel beneath me. As I sat on the toilet expelling, I ask her, “what did you do that for?” She explained, “when you moaned, I realized you were horny, and was curious to see what it would do, if I kept moving the nozzle. I never dreamed you would cum like that.” I replied, “I never thought I would either.” Once she gave me my rinse enema and it was her turn to be on the receiving end, she told me, “do it to me when the bag is empty. I want to see what it will do to me.” I did as she had asked, and not long after I started moving the douche nozzle back and forth in her with a twist, she started rubbing her clit. Not long afterwards she started having an orgasm. I kept moving the nozzle till she went from the knee chest position to laying facedown on the towel beneath her on the floor. While she was on the toilet expelling, she told me, “we’re doing this again. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” I replied, “you’re right about that, it was my best too.”

The enema my sister gave me as a teenager.

She was using the douche nozzle to give me an enema, when about done, the nozzle started to slip out. When I told her what was happening, she pushed it back in with a twist. I moaned as she did that, not saying a thing too me about it. I was in the knee chest position and once the two quart bag was empty, she started moving the douche nozzle backwards and forwards with a little twist, not stopping this time, till I came all over the towel beneath me. As I sat on the toilet expelling, I ask her, “what did you do that for?” She explained, “when you moaned, I realized you were horny, and was curious to see what it would do, if I kept moving the nozzle. I never dreamed you would cum like that.” I replied, “I never thought I would either.” Once she gave me my rinse enema and it was her turn to be on the receiving end, she told me, “do it to me when the bag is empty. I want to see what it will do to me.” I did as she had asked, and not long after I started moving the douche nozzle back and forth in her with a twist, she started rubbing her clit. Not long afterwards she started having an orgasm. I kept moving the nozzle till she went from the knee chest position to laying facedown on the towel beneath her on the floor.

Rick,

Fascinating story. I'm a lifelong enema lover especially enemas with orgasms while holding them. I'm just fascinated or maybe astounded at the teenage relationship between you and your sister that allowed or facilitated you enjoying giving enemas to each other, let alone with orgasms including discussing them with other. You really gave me a smile while reading that. Did you and your sister stay familiar enough throughout life to openly talk about enemas and your sex lives?

Eric

Fascinating story. I'm a lifelong enema lover especially enemas with orgasms while holding them. I'm just fascinated or maybe astounded at the teenage relationship between you and your sister that allowed or facilitated you enjoying giving enemas to each other, let alone with orgasms including discussing them with other. You really gave me a smile while reading that. Did you and your sister stay familiar enough throughout life to openly talk about enemas and your sex lives?

Eric

My brother, sister, an I shared the same bedroom till our mid to late teens. Our house was a two bedroom one bathroom house. Hence, we saw each other nude everyday. This was during the 50’s when sex was taboo and enemas were a common topic of conversation. As I’ve stated elsewhere, to avoid having to answer sexual questions as teenagers, as we approached puberty, mom had our RN grandmother teach us personal hygiene. There was no sex education in public schools in the 50’s or 60’s. Yes there was Health class, but that wasn’t sex education by any means. We three, all had constipation problems, because we didn’t like using the bathroom at school for number two. We held back till we got home from school to go. Once grandma taught us personal hygiene, we were expected to take care of ourselves in the enema department. The douche/enema bag always hung in the shower for as long as I can remember and anyone using our bathroom couldn’t miss it. We were curious about our sexuality and the only teacher we had was each other’s curiosity, which included some very close friends. The above activity stop as we went our separate ways after High School, not to return.

The enema my sister gave me as a teenager.

Loved your story @Rick6981 and envy those who had siblings who regularly shared enemas. The fun stuff was a bonus.

My brother, sister, an I shared the same bedroom till our mid to late teens. Our house was a two bedroom one bathroom house. Hence, we saw each other nude everyday. This was during the 50’s when sex was taboo and enemas were a common topic of conversation. As I’ve stated elsewhere, to avoid having to answer sexual questions as teenagers, as we approached puberty mom had our RN grandmother teach us personal hygiene. There was no sex education in public schools in the 50’s or 60’s. Yes there was Health class, but that wasn’t sex education by any means. We three, all had constipation problems, because we didn’t like using the bathroom at school for number two. We held back till we got home from school to go. Once grandma taught us personal hygiene, we were expected to take care of ourselves in the enema department. The douche/enema bag always hung in the shower for as long as I can remember and anyone using our bathroom couldn’t miss it. We were curious about our sexuality and the only teacher we had was each other’s curiosity, which included some very close friends. The above activity stop as we went our separate ways after High School, not to return.

Thanks for the detailed reply. I'm glad you had the experience and enjoyed it while it lasted.

Eric

The first time I saw a woman orgasm during it and to see her butt tighten up and lose sight of the nozzle and her toes curled. The other was the first time I took one from a woman and the reach around to bring me climax that first time

My best ever enema experience was when I had a barium enema in the hospital. There was a lot of anticipation, and trepidation of being found to enjoy it as I waited for my turn. When I entered the x-ray room the technician had me sit on the table and began asking questions such as had I used the prep enema, and had I removed my under ware that heightened my excitement. Then the doctor came in and I was asked if I had any questions. Hearing none they had me roll over and face the wall and pull my right leg up. I felt someone lift the bottom of my gown and knew that my ass was fully exposed to view. I remember thinking, I'm really going to get this enema. I'm going to get this enema right now. I felt my right butt check being lifted and then the nozzle was SHOVED up into my rectum. I remember being shocked at the size of it and trying to clamp my anus shut to prevent the insertion. After it was pushed quite far into me the person doing the insertion got another grip on the tube further down and pushed yet some more into me. I felt something get big inside me way up and was asked, "How's that?" I knew then that some kind of retention inflation balloon had been pumped up and knew that I didn't have to worry about leaking any of the barium. I was told to roll oven onto my stomach and felt the barium begin to fill my colon. After awhile air was pumped into me as I was continuously rolled back and forth. The enema took a very long time and the constant rolling and changing positions caused a tugging at my anus and rectum by the large tube that had me in a continual state of arousal. I knew I had leaked some pre cum onto the front of my gown but nobody made any comments. The only bad thing about the whole experience was trying to move in such a was as to minimize the protrusion of my semi erect penis into the front of my gown. After I got home I gave myself a soapy water enema and literally shoved the douche nozzle in trying to recreate the sensation of the barium nozzle . Later, during my family doctor appointment where I was told of the results, the doctor also remarked that the examination notes mentioned that I had done a remarkably good job of taking of taking the enema, LOL! I guess practice does make perfect! Anyway, that was the best enema I've ever gotten and wish there was some way to recreate the experience.

Diamond, your experience was very similar to mine. I was also scheduled for a barium enema. However after I changed into the hospital gown, it was the very pretty x ray tech who gave me the tap water prep enema. What an experience. She was so gentle and caring while giving the enema. she then helped me to the restroom to expel the enema. After a few minutes she came into the restroom to check on me. I was expelling my 2500cc enema in front of her. I was unable to hold back as this is a large volume of water to retain. I was both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. She stayed for quite a long time, encouraging me to relax and expel as much as possible. Had to be one of the most awesome experiences of my life.

I will just have to say all of the enemas I recieved from mom!

I have had and given many enemas that fall into the ‘Best Enemas’ category - in other words, enema play that I would like to do again! And I openly admit that I hope @sirensong reads this, and perhaps even replies with those she would love to do again 😈 So, my participation in this thread will be one post of every enema experience, given and received that I'd like to do again….. So stay tuned.

To date, I think I just finished my “Best Enema Ever”!

Hubby is away on a golf outing and I'm home alone. I got up this morning simply craving an enema. Why? I have no idea since I engaged in a series of enemas earlier in the week. Most of the time that's enough to make the craving go away for a week or so. Not today.

After three 2.5-3.0 quart enemas, I was still not sated. So, for the last enema I decided to grab my Model B, fill the bag with 107F tap water and lie down on my towel nest and see what would happen. After starting the enema with the Model B inserted just inside my rectum, I began to play with the nozzle as the enema filled me. I pushed it almost all the way in and then let it slide out until the bulbous end came to the bottom of my rectum. It was a case of wash, rinse, repeat several times. As the last of the enema drained from the bag I set my timer for 15 minutes.

Over the next quarter hour, I continued to tease my colon with the massive Model B. As I got near the 10 minute mark, I began to get serious about how deep this insertion would ultimately go. As the last hump on the nozzle began to enter my rectum, I moved it in a circular fashion which cranked up the sensual factor exponentially. The next thing I knew, the nozzle was completely inside me delivering sensations I had never before experienced. (And I've had this nozzle for several years!)

It was simply exquisite!

And thus, still in the cloud of euphoria, I write this account of the best enema EVER!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

@ debgurl A model B that is totally inside you, including the base, is quite an accomplishment, that is a lot of nozzle!!! No wonder it felt grand.

One of my best would have to be soapsuds enema I received before a colonic during the summer of 1983.

I’d made an appointment for a colonic in Orange, CT while on summer break from college. After I gave the therapist my history, I told him I was there because I'd been I constipated lately. He then gave me a rectal exam, confirmed that I was, in fact, constipated, and suggested an enema first.

As I changed into a gown, he prepared a 2½ quart enema using a disposable barium enema setup. To this, he added four packets of Castile soap, screwed close the cap on the bag, and inverted it over and over to mix. When he finally hung it on an IV pole, it’d turned from clear to solid white.

I kneeled in the knee-chest position on the colonic table, and took it over about 5 minutes. He coached me through 10 arduous minutes of retention, with widespread cramping towards the end. The expulsion was the most thorough of my life, and the colonic was still to come.

I guess it would be the weekend session going to a hotel in Glenwood Springs, big hot water springs at the hotel. We would get there and start that night sleeping and start all over in the am have breakfast walk down to the hot springs soak then back to our room switching off. Long sessions all weekend. If Janet was in town we got adjoining rooms and played between the three of us. My wife and Janet were roommates in college and had played when she was our maid of honor. She had a separate room on her credit card so her husband never questioned her about anything. It was fun and relaxing!

So, @Dr_Strangelove, you had enema play with Janet and your wife. OMG….please tell us more!

Many, if not most enemas ive had have been good, but i will always remember the first time i got enemas from another, a woman well old enough to be my mother, spent a few weekends together, giving each other enemas, till it ended, seemed she found someone to marry………. will always remember her, she will be probably long dead, but was good,

@debgurl

What is a model B?

@debgurl

What is a model B?

@chmajovo , here's the link to one of the most awesome enema nozzles you'll ever find.

https://siliconenozzles.com/Model-B-Ball-Seal-Flexible-Silicone-Nozzle-Model-B.htm

It's got everything from length, to decent girth, to little ripples that tend to excite. It will definitely put a new spin on your enema adventures!

Deb

To date, I think I just finished my “Best Enema Ever”!

Hubby is away on a golf outing and I'm home alone. I got up this morning simply craving an enema. Why? I have no idea since I engaged in a series of enemas earlier in the week. Most of the time that's enough to make the craving go away for a week or so. Not today.

After three 2.5-3.0 quart enemas, I was still not sated. So, for the last enema I decided to grab my Model B, fill the bag with 107F tap water and lie down on my towel nest and see what would happen. After starting the enema with the Model B inserted just inside my rectum, I began to play with the nozzle as the enema filled me. I pushed it almost all the way in and then let it slide out until the bulbous end came to the bottom of my rectum. It was a case of wash, rinse, repeat several times. As the last of the enema drained from the bag I set my timer for 15 minutes.

Over the next quarter hour, I continued to tease my colon with the massive Model B. As I got near the 10 minute mark, I began to get serious about how deep this insertion would ultimately go. As the last hump on the nozzle began to enter my rectum, I moved it in a circular fashion which cranked up the sensual factor exponentially. The next thing I knew, the nozzle was completely inside me delivering sensations I had never before experienced. (And I've had this nozzle for several years!)

It was simply exquisite!

And thus, still in the cloud of euphoria, I write this account of the best enema EVER!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

@debgurl Would've LOVED to watch that session Deb. 😉

@debgurl Would've LOVED to watch that session Deb. 😉

@mike45 , it would have been entertaining! 🥳

@mike45 , it would have been entertaining! 🥳

And worth the price of admission. 😜 LOL😁

To date, I think I just finished my “Best Enema Ever”!

Hubby is away on a golf outing and I'm home alone. I got up this morning simply craving an enema. Why? I have no idea since I engaged in a series of enemas earlier in the week. Most of the time that's enough to make the craving go away for a week or so. Not today.

After three 2.5-3.0 quart enemas, I was still not sated. So, for the last enema I decided to grab my Model B, fill the bag with 107F tap water and lie down on my towel nest and see what would happen. After starting the enema with the Model B inserted just inside my rectum, I began to play with the nozzle as the enema filled me. I pushed it almost all the way in and then let it slide out until the bulbous end came to the bottom of my rectum. It was a case of wash, rinse, repeat several times. As the last of the enema drained from the bag I set my timer for 15 minutes.

@debgurl …. Does your husband have any idea what he's missing??

@debgurl

Thanx a lot for the link. What a company! What a nozzle! I doubt that I would even get the first egg-shaped part in, let alone the whole 12" thing.

My best enema ever would be any enema that I have received that was very, very large and got all that was in both intestines out. Also, what was in the stomach out. It makes me as clean inside as the day I was born. If it also forces me to throw up, that is really a good enema. I like the punishment that such an enema gives me.

We all have different reasons why we call a specific enema the best ever. Sometimes the first, maybe the first in a sexual situation, maybe the biggest or latest. For me it is the one that screams, “Yes, I want more of that.”

I was 10. When my mom went to the hospital for the birth of my youngest brother I went to stay with grandma for a while. After a few days grandma noticed something was not right and with a few questions it was determined that I had not pooped in several days, and she said an enema would make me feel better. I knew she had a red bulb like the one we had at home. Since I didn’t dislike the small bulb enemas from mom, I agreed. After she finished the dishes that evening she called me to the bathroom and told me to remove my shorts and underwear and lay on the towel on the floor. I looked for the red bulb but didn’t see it. Just a bulging full red hot water bottle hanging on the towel bar, with a hose connected to it. I asked her what that thing was for. She said it was my enema, that I was old enough to get an enema like grownups do.

At first the warm water felt really good going in but soon I felt very full. Not pain, but very full. I told grandma I couldn’t take anymore and thankfully she stopped the water and removed the nozzle. She left the room as I sat on the toilet shitting out more water and poop than ever before. I stared at the red bag hanging there. I only had taken about half, maybe a little more, but I just knew I had to do that again someday. That first bag enema firmly burned into my mind and awareness that, “I like enemas.”

@debgurl …. Does your husband have any idea what he's missing??

Well, let’s say this time he had no idea! We may try this again when he’s back home.