Releasing Enemas in private or not?

I prefer to poop in private, but I never lock the bathroom door. So my husband came in to ask me how I was feeling or if everything was going well. I continued my work every time without taking into account his presence.

So far all my enema play with others all releases wear in private. Saying that I would love to do some play while releasing. Be the giving or receiving end of a bj while on the toilet releasing or in front of other on the toilet..

I posted this yesterday elsewhere, but it probably belongs here:

I guess for me, the first time I had anyone watch me expel an enema was when I was 35 years old. After complaining about constipation for several days, my mother-in-law (retired RN) convinced me to let her give me a large volume high enema, which was going to be a new experience for me. After departing for her bedroom for about 10 minutes, she came back and led me into her bedroom where I saw a huge, red enema bag overflowing with a milky-looking liquid oozing out of the top hanging on an IV pole. Attached to the bag was a long, orange colon tube instead of the "normal" enema nozzle. After about 30 minutes of her slowly sliding the colon tube deeper and deeper into me and giving me about four quarts of hot, soapy water, she helped me off the bed, and led me into the bathroom carrying the empty enema bag behind me and telling me my tummy looked like I was pregnant. She had me squat over the toilet as she gently pulled the colon tube out of my bottom, then had me sit backwards on the toilet seat. At that point, I expected her to leave, but instead, she stood close behind me, reached around, and began massaging my swollen tummy in a circular pattern, helping to force my dirty bowels to empty. As increasingly dirty, soapy liquid came out, she said "good boy, Johnny, you're doing such a great job getting that enema out!" At first, I was totally humiliated having her help, but soon I experienced a new feeling of intimacy which gave me the courage to admit to her that I genuinely loved having her give me that kind of enema!

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She wasn't from Louisiana, was she? The girl who started me on enemas liked to watch me expel and she was from Louisiana. It took a while to get used to that. I was freaked out at first. But she said she needed to know if I needed another. She would sit on the floor in front of the toilet to watch. She said it looked like my pussy was going to prolapse. She always told me I had a pretty pussy. She would also be riding my toes while I expelled.

In college my girlfriend and I enjoyed giving each other coffee or aromatic herbal enemas and I would sit on a chair behind her as she sat on the toilet facing the wall and reclining a little into me and I would masturbate her with my finger or a vibrator while expelled. I told her not to force out the enema but to wait until she couldn't retain it any longer and to let it out in spurts. She liked large enemas and would get very wet and usually orgasm by the time she finished expelling them.

I have been seen releasing enemas- all the time by my Mom, sisters, dad, a friend, nurse, colon therapist and now my boyfriend💩

I prefer to do the expelling in private.

I have only had one session of "play" enemas, many years ago - a wonderful memory. After receiving each of the three enemas I really wanted the giver to hold both my hands as I released into the toilet. This would give me a sense of "completion" of the enema., It didn't happen, but it would have been very enjoyable somehow. To this day I do not know why I had that feeling, but it was very strong at the time.

@Tabitha32 No, she was not from Louisiana. She was born in England. She enjoyed watching me pee and expel my enemas, but preferred privacy herself.

Most of my patient love having my belly in front of them when they expel and usually end sucking on me...this is a fairly recent evolution. In a previous life privacy was usually required. With my wife, we had the door open, but the expulsion phase was only something we did as fast as possible, just because we had to... and reconnected then under the shower.... personally I was not interested in the actual expulsion, but sometimes it can be fun, depending on who I'm playing with. the partners reactions are what make things interesting for me.. on the other hand, if they like to watch me when I let go, why not, nothing to hide..... and I really am an exhibitionist...

Hi there!

Warm water for everyone!

That’s a damn good question. There’s no (subjectively) clear-cut answer to it. I don’t like enemas. And I only give them to my husband. We’ve been doing this for years. So here’s my answer.

For us, a great deal of “enema play” depends on trust, which is closely tied to shared experiences and the years we’ve spent together. And there’s another very important individual factor: the nature of the play. I’ll try to elaborate on that last point. So, if it’s a dominatrix-style enema with elements of mild humiliation, coercion (all on a voluntary basis—this is an important aspect) to experience shame or psychological discomfort (as predetermined by the pre-agreed rules of the game), then the presence of a partner (in this case, me, in the role of a dominatrix or a strict female doctor) is absolutely essential for achieving a positive outcome in the role-play.

If the role-play involves something else, for example, a nurse and a patient in the classic (subjective) understanding of a hospital setting, then the partner’s presence is not required.

When we first started exploring the “world of enemas,” I had a huge psychological barrier regarding the presence of someone else at the moment the water leaves the body—and not just that. But over the years, I’ve come to view it as normal and calm. You can get through a lot. And this isn’t the worst thing.

Life is too short—why deny yourself and your partner this pleasure? For what?

I wish everyone warm water.

With respect.

I was actually surprised at the setup at my colon hydrotherapist's practice. The toilet is inside the treatment room next to the table, screened only by paper-thin drywalling. She always gives me a final deep fill which I have to release on the toilet and remains in the room while I noisily blast away on the toilet. She can hear everything - every last spatter, fart and plop. I heard her giggle when I let rip a particularly loud fart some time ago and we both broke down laughing when she followed up with exclaiming "good one!" I think her personality, sense of humor and the way she puts patients at ease with the whole process makes all the difference and removes any feelings of shame.