Enemas being more feared than suppositories?

I used to date a girl who knew about my chronic constipation issues, and was overly health conscious herself. I had recently confided in her that when I was younger, my parents would force suppositories or enemas and that was usually the only cure. Once, having an extremely uncomfortable time at work, I texted her an hour before I clocked out and asked if she would run out and get a Fleet enema so I could do it when I got home & could eat dinner.

I was very surprised to find a jar of suppositories and TWO box fleet enemas, the mineral oil kind and the saline kind.

When I asked, she told me she remembered suppositories had worked before and said “they may be less uncomfortable for me,” and “wanted to make sure I got relief.” Upon seeing the two skinny boxes, I realized I was very grateful for the suppositories as I had not had an enema in over ten years. The photo of the little tube on the side intimidated me.

Standing there in the bedroom, she said, “do you want to do it now and get it over with?”

My heart was absolutely racing but I said I wanted to try a suppository first, and she told me to lay down “so she could take care of me.”

I obliged, sheepishly, and unbuckled my work jeans and pulled them down just below my ass cheeks.

“Come lay down hun.”

I did, on the bed, horizontally with my ankles hanging off. Not knowing what to do with my arms, I braced myself against the bed in push up position.

She used one hand to pull apart my ass cheek and I clenched up, instantly. I remember her saying, “just had to see where I was going” before releasing it, and unscrewing the lid on the jar. I watched her pull out a shiny capsule with her thumb and forefinger, and I then readjusted my arms to cross in front of me so that I could hide my face. I felt her hand holding my cheek, the tip was introduced, and with gentle pressure she slid the suppository in. She then pinched my cheeks together saying “if this doesn’t help soon, we’re going to have to do an enema so just stay here.”

After four or five minutes, which felt like hours, I genuinely felt no cramping or burning from the suppository, just a general throbbing in my T-swollen clit and a coldness at my ass being exposed.

“Baby, let’s just do an enema and get it over with.”

I protested, suddenly remembering how long the skinny nozzle felt in my youth, even on a mini fleet enema. She persisted, and told me it wouldn’t take very long and would feel like the suppository. I agreed, but as soon as I heard the box unwrapping, I regretted my decision. Holding the clear bottle with the green cap, she almost looked like a nurse holding a huge syringe.

I felt the bed dip as she kneeled beside me, and my anticipation and anxiety were through the roof waiting on that plastic nozzle to touch my ring. I remember this time she used her fingers to hold my cheeks apart, basically pinning my asshole between her middle and index finger, and then asked me to pull my pants down a little more. I obliged, and remembered feeling like my hands were numb as I tugged them down my thighs.

She told me, when it was going in, right as I felt the small intrusion. I remember panicking and squirming as I asked her if it was in right as the tip pushed past my ring and she said “just the tip.” I then imagined the ordeal was almost over when I felt the bottle against my ass cheeks, but she said she was just about to begin releasing the fluid.

I remember her placing a hand on my butt asking me to be still as the cold solution hit my colon. I remember clenching my toes and feeling somewhat violated as my stomach felt colder and colder. I kept saying, “oh my god, are we done?”

The enema left my ass in one swipe, and I heard the suction of the bottle. My heart dropped as she said, “you didn’t take very much, baby, will you let me put it back in?” I felt humiliated as I realized the situation I was in, the full gravity of it; I was laying down on the bed, while my girlfriend held an enema pointed at my ass, and waited on my consent to stick it back into my semi-fluid filled hole.

Looking back on this, I still feel that enemas arouse more emotion and excitement than suppositories. I think it is the nature of guiding the tip in, and then releasing the fluid. There’s simply more steps, and it takes longer.

I was never fond of getting an enema either, and the suppositories just didn't ever seem to work out right with me. Either it was a hard time getting a suppository up there (and staying), or me keeping it up there long enough to work. If I did cooperate and keep it up there, I could actually at times 'fight back at it' and still hold back a bowel movement until the urgency subsided or mostly subsided. Enemas became the 'go to' solution to my constipation problems (usually a disposable but sometimes the bag), when it was self induced constipation or otherwise.

I still have frequent constipation problems, perhaps moreso now than even just a few years ago. I usually need some kind of help 'going' at least once or twice a week. Nowadays though suppositories often do help my situation. I use mainly glycerin suppositories or occasionally the biscoydl ones (which I find to be the most harsh, not to mention more expensive). Depending on such situations, I may use either a suppository, a disposable enema, or a bag enema. I really don't dread any of the methods, and I'm with a person who knows all about the situation and understands and has no prejudice toward any method chosen.

I loved your step by step narration. Are you ready for another Fleet or maybe a 2 quart real enema with tender loving care?

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There is no difference to me psychologically. I will be naked lying on my1 belly and given a lubed finger. The nurse won't care. She will insert her thermometer deeply and then tell me a prep is required. The enema will follow regardless of my protest. I will have to void before receiving my suppository medication. She is professional though there is no hiding my shrunken member.

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I'd answer that enema is more feared than suppositories. On '90 was very often used to discipline children in hospitals and you never know that's blackmail or gonna act something. As well it's challenging by psychology view. On enema you get it without mercy. Doesn't count about solution, volume and equipment (eg. Could be used adult size of bulb to punishment)

I never received suppositories for constipation, just laxatives, then enemas so I have no comparison. Early on I did not like my Mom's enemas because of the cramping. Later in spite of the cramping they stirred something inside me. This lead to where I am now... a lifelong enema lover!

Your story is great! I'd love to give my reluctant partner an enema while lying on my lap, as he pleads me to stop. But honey, I have to give you the entire solution, for if it doesn't work I'll have to start all over again. So just relax dear... shhh... yes, I know... you're doing so good. Now you have to hold it in as long as you can. I say this to you as I massage your abdomen and cuddle you. Shhh... I'm here with you dear, just relax, it will be over soon...

I didn't fear either one. IU was given hundreds of enemas and suppositories. That is how I enjoy them now.

I didn't fear either one. IU was given hundreds of enemas and suppositories. That is how I enjoy them now.

Just for health, or maybe in a sexual context ?? - sorry for this - maybe - indiscret question ??

Yes, enemas were feared more until I finally realized mom was right all along....."it feels good to be cleaned out." Suppositories were occasionally used as a prep while she prepared the soapy water. "This will help you get started" she would say. I knew the suppository was just the beginning of another "good enema" from mom.

I don’t remember ever getting a suppository as a child. Only enemas with a bulb. But I may have gotten them as a baby, since that was how it was with my own kids.

I slipped two glycerine suppositories into myself and in a few minutes I had to poop. Interesting, but not nearly as good as the enemas that I had grown to like. Even today, many years later, I keep a jar of glycerin suppositories on hand for a change of pace and an interesting diversion at times but the old fashioned, reliable enema is always my preference.

I would think that generally enemas are more feared than suppositories. That's how it was for me when I was a little girl, but I never was given suppositories and only had bulb enemas. An enema is scarier to me because there is more preparation involved before that is required before it is given and there are also more items needed to give a proper enema. The enema water is also more invasive than a suppository, additionally I think an enema is harder to hold before you expel. When I was a kid, seeing the enema bulb in the counter, a jar of Vaseline, and a bowl with sometimes was not filled and I had to watch my mom prepare the enema, was something that I dreaded to see set up for me in the bathroom.

If my childhood experiences would have been with suppositories rather than enemas, I would have probably feared being drug into the bathroom and having a finger in my butt pushing a suppository inside of my butt. I imagine that seeing a jar of Vaseline suppositories and a jar of suppositories with one or two left out on the counter for me would have made my heart race. Here at Zity, my avatar would probably be a suppository instead of a bulb.

Well, neither of them are very comfortable but I do agree that it’s worse to get an enema than getting a suppository, even though that is quite humiliating too.

Never felt humiliated or feared when my mother's soft hand opened my cheeks to push something up my little hole, suppository or enema was all the same, my butt would be naked and something was going to go in it.... the little whining complaint came only as a matter of fact, like anytime I was told to do something...at the end I knew that if I was a good boy I would have gotten a cuddle and a little threat.... I was well trained was I....then growing up I found that that tickle on my hole, that pressure, the sensation of something entering, was actually very pleasing and started to get erections, also very pleasing...well, it started from there...no fear of either....