Times through the years when my husband has given me enemas, even when I’m feeling my worst, it’s a lot like lovemaking. Absolutely, we talk to each other. When I’m lying there and he’s ready to insert a tube into my bottom, I need to tell him when I’m ready, when my breathing has relaxed me enough so the tube will slip in comfortably, and I’m not too uptight down there.
Sometimes I’ll need a few seconds before I want him to begin the flow, and how strong. He needs to know how I’m feeling, how much solution I can take before asking him to stop and let me rest. I can use verbal clues, or he can tell by my body language or sounds that I’m making. All during the flow, he knows to ask me how I’m feeling, how I’m doing. Ask a nurse, and they'll tell you enemas are "a medical procedure." They need to be treated as such.
Sometimes, my husband "exceeds my expectations" LOL, and I'll feel a warm touch here and there — massaging my back and moving down over my bottom and legs, even down to my toes, which are sooo sensitive, yes, they curl — and we continue communicating throughout. If I’m becoming aroused, I let him know. That doesn’t always happen, but when it does, I’ll tell him.
The enema is an intimate experience linking two people, and if it’s between two partners, in our case between a woman and a man, each shares a responsibility to make the results of the enema – medically, physically and emotionally – the most productiveand satisfying it can be.