I’ve never tried colon hydrotherapy (although it’s in my bucket list…) so I can’t comment on that but my partner routinely massages my tummy as he gives me an enema, especially if it’s a difficult one. He will also massage my back while I’m holding it and his fingers will often take a detour and go for my nipples, which I absolutely love and which distracts me from the cramps and the discomfort and really helps me to relax and let the enema do its job. He stays with me while I expel and he will help me by giving me these small, deep, rubs in a circular motion on specific spots of my tummy as he can feel a wave of cramps coming and I find that to be incredibly erotic and very effective. It’s probably one of my favorite parts of the whole enema process and I have had orgasms just because of that type of stimulation, especially if my partner talks to me about how well I’ve done or how it’s okay to relax, close my eyes and just let everything out, and get lost in the feelings of the enema getting out of me.
My late fiancé would also give me massages when giving me enemas or we would massage each other’s bodies if we were both taking an enema at the same time. He rub my tummy slowly and deeply as it was getting bigger and bigger in an anti clockwise direction starting on my lower left side, going up to my ribs (over the splenic flexure, basically), then horizontally under my ribs to the right side of my abdomen and really paying lots of attention to the whole ascending colon area all the way to the cecum, all of this while he was holding the nozzle inside me and adjusting the flow of the solution depending on the solution, my reaction to it, whether it was a purely erotic enema or whether I had to take it for medical reasons, too. This, too, was a massive turn on. He did give my boobs and nipples their fair share of attention as well, and, as I was holding my enemas (especially the ones that were given for health purposes and that, invariably, I seemed to struggle with more than I did even with some really intense erotic ones) he would gently rub my lower back and my cheeks. My late fiancé would always be in charge of deciding how long I should hold my enemas for (and would be checking the time for the medical ones that required a minimum holding time; it was typically shorter than the ones he would give me but somehow the time never seemed to pass) and I learned very early on that I should just surrender to him. For the erotic enemas, if the discomfort was really too much I would of course be able to use our safe word and he would let me expel, and for the medical ones he would try and coach me to give it another minute, then another one etc. and that did the trick just about every time. When he decided that it was time to expel my enemas he would help me to the loo and have me sit or squat on it facing the wall while he would gently massage my tummy the same way he would do while I was taking the enema, only in the opposite direction and starting at the cecum (lower right quadrant of the abdomen) and working his way through my whole colon and repeating this process until most of the enema was out of he felt like fucking it out of me while massaging my boobs or stomach or teasing my clit.
Massage and enemas go together like peanut butter and jelly 😍
And dang, now I’m both horny and hungry 😆