The nozzle vs. the bag

I'm sure this has been talked about before but I can't find so I decided I'd put it up myself.

I have come to realize that while the sight of and the memory of the red bag and long red hose being taken out from away, being filled, held while the clamp was open and a bit squirted into the sink, then hung, is awesome and had my riveted attention.

The nozzle was even more awesome when mom held it up, ready to go, looked at me with a some firmness, some love, some regret at what she was going to do next and told me it was time.

My eyes would be flicking from the bag filled and ready, to her eyes, and to the nozzle she was telling me she was going to insert it into my bottom.

I wonder if others tend to worship at the altar of the nozzle in slight preference to the altar of the bag?

Oh yes, as my avatar shows - I too was mesmerized by the long fluted douche nozzle with spray holes along it's side. Whenever I'd be alone in the house I'd fill the bag that had been left drying and hanging from the shower and play spraying water into the tub.

~ reddevil

A full soap-laden enema bag with its long hose, clamp and douche nozzle demands attention.

I love the sight of a soapy enema bag. What really gets my heart pounding is watching my wife slowly pick up the nozzle/tube she is going to use for my enema. Watching her sweet soft hands and long fingers lubing up the entire nozzle as She takes her time, all the while smiling. She usually says something like, “you know you are going to like this.” My eyes are glued on her hands and the nozzle. Finally she says “your nozzle is ready.” I’m on my hands and knees so fast she says, “wow, you must want an enema really bad.” She is always right.

My mother always used that black douche type nozzle with the olive sized bulbous tip. I was always mesmerized by the way it shined when coated with vaseline. It was so big but it always seemed to slip easily into my up-turned little bare bum. I am still secretly excited when I see that type of enema nozzle

Hopefully not off subject, not new here but what diameter nozzles do you like. 3/4" bat shaped fits me very well. Just bought an Eros? Type device. 1.25 inches, lubed the hell and painfully got it in. I think the biggest I can take without hurting myself is one inch. Wonder what the average anus is?

~ The hoseman1.

@hoseman1 said,

1.25 inches, lubed the hell and painfully got it in. I think the biggest I can take without hurting myself is one inch.

My limit is a one and three quarter inch diameter six inch long butt plug. Anything over that hurts going in and coming out. After three or four minutes the uncomfortable feeling is gone, but returns when removed.

My enema kink is inclusive to everything. The ritual is which method, bag or bulb, which nozzle, which solution? Filling, nozzle insertion, how much lube, admiring the bag that will soon be filling me😍I love looking at a gallon bag knowing how I’ll be feeling emotionally and physically as it drains into me😁❤️😜

@dannyC had said:

My mother always used that black douche type nozzle with the olive sized bulbous tip.

I found a nozzle like you described in a drawer once when I was a kid, I think it was part of the Rexall open top bag we had when I was growing up. I remember being kinda fascinated by it because the end of it screwed off and was its own small plastic piece. Did yours have that? I think its main purpose was for cleaning and adjusting the stream.

When I found it I was a little shocked, I thought that it was probably some kind of nozzle for serious or heavy duty enemas and I didn't want any part of getting an enema from that thing. I always had the straight black tube used when I had to get an enema from the bag.

the end of it screwed off and was its own small plastic piece

Oh yes, I was intrigued by that nozzle and eventually got a vintage one. They are / were not that common, and I can see why since unscrewing the plastic piece to adjust outflow is tricky. The bulbous olive shaped head does help to keep it in place, but I think it was really for douching, not for enemas?

~ reddevil

Always loved the sight of that black curved douche nozzle and would cause butterflies in my stomach and tingles in my butt! I have a good collection of them now!

LOL if i could put the nozzle on a 1 gallon water bottle. 😃

I'd lube up at the mention of enemas.

To heck with the nozzle (though, in truth, the bigger the nozzle, the better the feeling) the bag is the thing. 2 qts, 4 qts, the fill is wonderful. The nozzle "sets the stage", but the bag delivers the goods!! And the lady on the end of the bag/hose/nozzle is the most wonderful part!!! So maybe we're ALL missing it. eh?

I have always loved the sight of an enema bag with a douche nozzle attached. I also rewatch the videos of my wife giving me an enema, lubing my bottom and inserting the nozzle fully and releasing the clamp and continually moving the nozzle slowly in and out til the bag is empty. I have several other nozzles but always go back to the douche nozzle either white or black. But honestly I enjoy all parts of taking or receiving an enema. I love the anticipation of preparing for an enemas session.

I love the smell of the latex enema bag and it's yellow amber hose, mostly when they were new.

I don't think my mother knew how to give a good enema. I heard water running in the bathroom. I asked what my mother was doing, she said "testing". I figured out and feared it was the filling of the dreaded enema bag, don't know if there was soap or not. The real issue was that the bag was hung from a ceiling light, too much head pressure. The hoseman1

For me it was a mixture of both. I usually knew I was doomed for an enema. Mom would send me to my room or the den to watch tv or do homework.

She would make her daily phone calls, always announcing to anyone she talked to I would soon be on the bathroom floor getting filled with Ivory soapy water. The nozzle would be the first thing after the sticking linen closet door. The nozzle clinking off the shelf as she gathered up the equipment. Off to the kitchen to clang the pots and pans and dig out the pyrex measuring cup.

Next was the faucet running filling up the big boiling pot. Time was short at that point worrying about the sight of the bulging red bag full on the hamper about 3 ft off the floor. The hose trailing into the sink with the bulb tip next to the Vaseline. The sound of the wooden spoon stirring the bar of Ivory soap in the pyrex measuring cup. Next the splash of her filling the bag two full measuring cups of soapy water. The faucet would turn on until the bag was full. The sloshing of the bag when she screwed on the hose and the drips in the sink when she bled the hose.

The clock was ticking and almost hoping the lady next door would call or knock on the door and then a delay what was coming next. That only happened a few times!! The smell of the soap and the footsteps on the wooden floor. Sometimes a short time later she would get things set up in the bathroom. On a few occasions it was right to the bedroom door bag in hand and an announcement that It is time you know the doctor wants you to have an ENEMA !!! The slow march, bag in hand behind me so I could not delay the inevitable. The bathroom door was somewhat closed, towels on the floor mat.

The order of get undressed and lay on the floor. The last sight of the nozzle being lubed and the finger poke then the nozzle was in. I didn't look at the bag until it was half empty and she picked it up and held it up until every drop was in. Then the kitchen timer was set for five long minutes seemed like forever. Then I would see the bag and nozzle being cleaned as I waited full of soapy water. UHHHHGGGG!!!!!

Oh how the emotions ran high over the family enema. The enema was like a distant relative that slept in the linen closet located in the bathroom. Every once and awhile however, it would wake up and come visit me. The bulging red rubber enema full of warm soapsuds, red rubber tubing, chrome clamp, and black nozzle smeared with globs of vaseline would come to life and make itself part of me, my bare bottom, and- upon feeling the early whisperings of that "weak" feeling building in my tummy- would take charge of the whole of me. "Michael, mommy is going to give you an enema...." were the dreaded words prompting the highest level of trepidation... https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/87199

Remember, it's the nozzle that actually goes inside you!

Although you can only see it before and after it does it's job, it is what you need to put most of your emotional energy into.

The bag is just a container to put the fluid in so you can inject it.

I don't spend much energy on the bag iself!

I have only used the douche nozzle in the opening on past occasions for which it was intended. On the other hand, lying in bed, the sight of a full fountain syringe hanging over me with a soft rubber tube lubed and ready to slide into the opening for which it WAS intended – that certainly grabs my attention!

Just remember...a nozzle without a BAG attached is just a butt plug!! (And in the case of a colon tube, just a LONG, SKINNY butt plug!!)

Well take either one away and you haven't got an enema. The bag is the visual thing for me from my youth to now seeing it prepared, seeing swollen and hanging up and watching the bag deflate into the recipient or myself.

But the nozzle is the physical sensation I enjoyed the most being worked in the back passage, especially nice thick douce nozzle.

Despite rigorous cleaning the douche nozzle used rectally was not the same ones used vaginally in our house.

When I was a teenager, swapping enemas with my sister or girlfriend. Just thinking about doing enemas gave me a hard-on and made the girls vagina get wet. Seeing the enema bag hanging in the bathroom, as we were getting undressed, reinforced things. The enema bag held warm water with either Ivory soap or salt and baking soda added, that filled our colon. The hose delivered the warm water to the nozzle, buried deep in our rectum, as it filled our colon. However, it was the long-curved douche nozzle, when used correctly, combined with the others that created the magic feelings. The tingling in our groin, sending a shiver up and down our spine, and finally exploding through the rest of our body. It was those feelings from enemas that hooked us and kept us coming back. Years later, once I was married, it was those feelings that my wife and I kept coming back too enemas to experience. The experience of having a full colon during sexual intercourse, whether one or both of us was holding a two-quart enema, was a magical moment when we had an orgasm. The full colon enhanced our orgasm from intercourse and the orgasm from intercourse enhanced the feelings from our full colon. It was akin to the grand finale of a fireworks display.

Vicky V about the douche pipe being used only for the vagina. Did you have a separate bag also just for douching? At my house it was the red combo for enemas and the yellow fountain syringe for douching.

It is the contents of the bag that is important. The feelings that the ever increasing water pressure and fill make are very important.

Though the inflatable nozzle is important for longer retention. Plug to exit. The regular nozzle is just an implement to administer the enema.

It's the whole enchilada that gets me fired up. Certainly, that full red enema bag demands attention, while the black douche nozzle sends chills throughout my entire being. Then there was the amber douche bag that jiggled as I contemplated the ultimate filling and exquisite release. The telltale moisture that lingered until it had totally dried and the last droplet fell from the nozzle. The lengthy colon tube that was to snake it's way to the depths of my colon has always assured me of a complete evacuation and wonderful relaxation.

I see it as a multi-course indulgence, from a preliminary appetizer all the way to a wonderful desert!