Who else knows that you get enemas? (besides your enemate)

@Vicki_V You are fortunate to have an elderly nurse as a friend who had a career that included administrating enemas.

Because she offered to help you with your health care, I’m 100% sure that would include giving you enemas - one bag or a series!

If I were you, I wouldn’t hesitate to bring the subject up with her. Tell her that you have been irregular of late and you would appreciate her help with an enema clean out.

Have the faith and good luck.

Let us know, please!!!

@Vicki_V I think that she’s just waiting for you to ask her to give you an enema. It might be the right time to suggest you need one and see if she volunteers to help you with it!

Only my friends here on Zity know the pleasure they give me.

My boyfriend shares the pleasures of enemas with me, we do many enemas together, hot, slow, big ones.

My wife, maybe one friend who may have forgotten, and my endocrinologist, her PA, and pharmacist who she occasionally has me meet with.

To add to the previous post. Me diabetes doctor put me on ozempic two years ago, it has been a wonder drug for glucose control and weight loss. However the constipation never goes away. I originally shared with her that my preferred way of treating it was a soapsuds enema. Telling her that my last surgical visit they sent me home with a bucket enema saying "you may need this sometime in the future". She actually responded positively saying, " well you get a little cleanse then too". So I have continued this dialogue. Six months ago I told her that enemas were sometimes troublesome and inconvenient, she suggested mag oxide daily, and it works well. So, at each appointment I am asked how the constipation issue is going. Yesterday they ask if I still had to use an enema occasionally. The notes from the visit said I have to use an enema rarely, so it's still on their radar.

Unless I’m fooling myself there are only 3 people whom I know IRL who are aware of my interest. 1. My current wife, nurse, lover, and best friend (a quadruple personality) enemate, 2. My ex who did not share my interest, and 3. A female friend my ex and I played with. She was interested in the BDSM aspects but did not participate with me.

I think that may be about average for someone of my generation.

I always stay open minded regarding Enemas. Because i love Enemas and hope to inspire other Frinds into this kind of emens delight . I always leave my Enema bags frie one the hook in the bathroom. When i am away on holiday. When my 2 nabors are looking after my 3 cats . Then i Hope to inspire them to inbrace this . Not in words but a start to they can be inspired to try it themselves. Leave some erotic information on the bed . Then they can read an hopefully try it themselves. One nabor she are injoy Enemas now . I can hear her when she are at the bathroom. I. The night she Flush the toilet many times . A sure sign of Enema delight i have gevin her . I never tell her about i can hear her . My bathroom are vall to wall with her apartment. I recognize the typical sounds of a Enema . Just make me happy and horny to know. I was the person who made her discover Enemas .

After my wife died, (she died 21 years ago of Motor Neurone Disease) I decided that living alone was bloody lonely and I decided it was time to seek another partner. Trying to be honest with each of my new partners, I told them of the comfort enemas have given me over about 70 years of my previous life. I now have a partner that understands my 'comforts, though she doesn't participate), but the woman that I was trying to wooo before the one that I have now had a very bad temper and when she did a dummy spit she rang most of my friends and told them of my enema fetish. Thank goodness she has gone. regards, irrigator333

Well, I’m certain I’ll miss a few, but, other than that Mom way back when, my older female cousins (lol on Mom’s side of the family) who watched me during summer breaks and gave me daily enemas. For the most part, I didn’t need daily enemas. We just did them for fun. I loved enemas and they loved giving them to me. But, when I was 6, I started getting earaches and was on an antibiotic that made me constipated. The solution for that was lot’s of hot water made very milky with Ivory soda. At the time, Mom, an RN worked the night shift, which is why my cousins were in charge of me. They often snuck some enemas into me before my evening bath.

Like someone else mentioned, it was the ‘50s and an enema bag hung in virtually every bathroom, and often an enema bulb was somewhere in view too. Now, I knew I was getting enemas. What were the chances that none of my friends were, since we all saw the equipment in each other’s bathrooms? Besides, the cat was out of the bag if someone’s mom yelled out, “Jimmy, come on in. It’s time for your enemas!”

Plus, Mom used me to teach other moms how to give enemas. Sometimes only the mom was there practicing on me, but usually one or more of her kids was there observing, then participating, as the enemee.

Then, there were the enemates I met through Nozzleville, as well as a few women I dated who either brought up the topic, sometimes because I think they had a suspicion. In one case, the woman I was dating was in distress. I knew she had had severe bowel problems in the past. I asked her if an enema would help and she said, “Absolutely!” The snag was, it was 9pm and I didn’t want her to be shocked by seeing my 4qt Klystra, silicone 750/250 double ballon nozzle, nor any of the rest of my collection. At least, not yet, I found a drugstore open until 10 and bought a 2qt syringe. We got back to my place. I prepared an SSE, laid a towel on the floor and called her in and had her lie in the Sim’s position. I lubed her up, inserted the nozzle and opened the clamp. As her enema flowed in, she meekly asked whether or not she could return the favor and give me enemas too. I readily agreed and said I was asking care of her tonight but tomorrow morning when she felt better, it was her turn to administer to me. After her three enemas we went to bed. She had a good rest. The next morning we got up and gave that new bag a good workout all through the day into the evening, opening a new chapter in our relationship.

Eventually, I showed her equipment I’d “found” online as both of us were used to taking a lot more than 2 quarts.

Oh, my proctologist also knows. My HMO required me to get several colonoscopies over a period of years. As a lifelong enema slut, and after the stories I’d heard about, there was NO WAY I was going to drink that junk they wanted me to drink to make me shit my guts out! I’d rather take very soapy, high volume enemas and enjoy myself! So, I did.

Initially, he was quite skeptical, but given the circumstances, he decided to give it a go. My only regret was that I wish I had decided to remain unsedated during the procedure. I awoke and discovered all had gone well. He asked me details on my process.

I told him that the day before I took a series of 4 to 5 quart baby very strong baby shampoo enemas using, alternately, a colon tube and a 750/250 double balloon nozzle, alternating retention and flushing enemas. That afternoon I refrained from eating and did 8 more alternating enemas the next morning until 1pm while my wife was at work. My colonoscopy was scheduled for 4pm after my wife got home and she took me to get scoped. Ho told me that I was incredibly clean inside. I did the same procedure for my next two scopings.

After having had a colonic, I may try that the next time, ending the colonic an hour or so before the scoping. I thought the colonic was effective, but would schedule at least two, if not three, more fillings and evacuations before heading over to get that tube shoved up my asshole, this time, totally awake.