Anyone give instructions to their enema giver?

My wife only uses enemas for health reasons. I do both health and erotic enemas. Lately I have been more vocal about what is working and how to make it even better. It has been worthwhile as the anal orgasms have been fabulous and she gets her own mutual reward later. Anyone else give instructions to their giver? It took the enemas to a whole new level.

Older post but I had a recent experience that was basically teaching a domme how to give enemas for fun, pleasure and punishment. This domme has been a good friend of mine for several years and recently set up her own dungeon. I helped with some of the construction and when it wrapped up I told her it was time for her to learn about enemas so she could incorporate them into her offerings. I told her I would be both the instructor and subject. Long story short, she picked it up quite quickly and is really good at administering. I got multiple enemas with a bulb and bag, using various solutions and nozzles, and an offer to do more play in the future.

I had to do this on my last inpatient surgery 6 years ago. My nurse who was very well educated (had a masters from a well known eastern university) said she had only given one water enema before. I had to explain in detail how I want the soapsuds enema to proceed. She didn't even know that the soap packet comes from with the enema kit. During ou discussion she asked me if I wanted to give this to myself, after back surgery I was not about to atttempt a self administered enema. Besides, that's what they get paid for in the hospital.

I had her give me about 16 Oz. and let me hold it for a few minutes, then after initial evacuation, I had her refill the bucket and adminiter the whole thing. All in all, it was a susccessful enema. By the way I had to start lobbying for the soapsuds enema from when I was admitted. The nurse was actually my advocate, I think she was interested in trying out new procedures.

There is no one way to give an enema for recreational purposes, or even constipation. So many possibilities. Soap, yes or no, what kind, how much? salt? What temperature and how much volume? Fast or slow?

It is totally appropriate to tell your giver how you like it and certainly beneficial to ask the person you are giving it to, how do you like it?

I did not actually give the instructions. But one SSE that I received in the hospital in 2019, I had surgery for a Begin cyst on my spleen and pancreas (Turns out it was malignant, but that is a story for another time.) A couple of days after surgery I was constipated and VERY full of gas. I had complained earlier and was given a Fleet Mineral Oil enema which did nothing. I finally got a nurse who understood that I needed a large volume enema. She convinced the Dr. to let her give me one. When it came time for the enema, she asked if one of the other nurses could administer it with her coaching. The other nurse had never given a large volume enema and wanted to learn how. I am all for spreading knowledge of enemas, so I said "sure"! I could not turn on my left side due to the surgery being toward that side of my body, so I rolled slightly to my left. The nurse doing the coaching stood at the foot of the bed holding the plastic enema bucket and the administrator was at the right side of the bed. I was only wearing the thin hospital gown with no under ware. My left leg was extended but my right foot was flat on the bed with my knee raised and leg flexed back toward my body. I did not intend it, but the nurse at the foot of the bed could clearly see my stiffening cock. We made eye contact and she gave me a sweet smile, never missing a beat with the instructions to the other nurse, but often stealing glances up under my gown. Later that day, she came by herself and helped me walk down the hallway (I had a semi-private room so it was difficult to have a private conversation in the room). She told me when younger she ended up in the hospital after not having a BM for about 5 days. I asked her what they did to cure her. She said "Enemas, lots and lots of enemas"! After that she is a firm believer in enemas and she takes one at least once a week. She asked; "How about you? You strike me as someone who is at least familiar with the enema bag". I told her of my history of being a very constipated child and of my mothers frequent enema use, saying that I am sure I got my constipation problems from her. I told her that I am still a regular user of enemas and that I usually take at least one per week. She knew that I was married and asked if my wife helped me with them. I said yes, most of the time, but she did not enjoy them like I do. She raised her eyebrows at that comment. She said: "So you ENJOY them"? Well, yes if I am not too constipated and miserable. Todays enema was pretty uncomfortable. She said: "well, you still managed quite a hard on from my point of view. She asked if I always get hard during an enema, and I said usually, but it always helps to be looking into the eyes of another beautiful enema lover like yourself". WOW what a compliment, was her response. She said: "Too bad we are both married, we could have lots of fun together! I said: I know, but I can still dream! She laughed and said : will you fantasize about me? Oh yes, I looked around to make sure no ne could hear. "I am picturing you right now laying on your back with your legs spread, a large enema nozzle deep in your rectum, the clamp open and your fingers busy in your dripping wet pussy!" She looked around and said" "Stop it! I am so wet, I am about to make a stain on the crotch of my scrubs! and then laughed! I laughed and said "Well, my gown is also beginning to look like a tent! She looked down and said, wow, let me walk a little bit in front of you so that does not show so much. She said: "You need to that care of that later." I said I certainly will, how about you? Not till I get off shift! I said: "Well I hope you get some relief soon"! We both laughed and I said: "Well how about you, does your husband give a good enema? Sometimes he will help me, but not always, he is like your wife, he does not like enemas like I do. He will only take one if he is extremely miserable. later that evening as her shift ended, she came to my room, and came around to my side of the curtain where the other patient could not see her and said: "I hope you have a great rest of your evening". While smiling, winking and moving her had like she was jacking off. I laughed and said "same to you" and shaped my hands together like the shape of a vulva while I tonged where the clit would be. She laughed, shook her head and turned to leave. Later that evening I jacked of to the image that I described to her and shot a large load all over my abdomen, cleaning up with the thin tissues that they supply. For the duration of my hospital stay she would often drop buy and just say hello and check on me. I have had MANY fantasies of her with a enema nozzle in her ass and/or riding my hard cock! This is 100% true.

Nice story!

Recently. The woman had never given one. I walked her through it. It went well.

Addition to my last story. When finished the nurse was about to dispose of the bucket enema set. I told her I wanted to take it home. She said it was contaminated, well, I thought this is just your lack of experience. I have always been given the enema bucket kit upon discharge; usually with a comment "you may need this again when you are home."

I still have it and it is my go to gear, much easier to use than a bag.

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Growing up, my siblings and I received enemas from mom, grandma, and our two teenage aunts. When I was six, grandma gave her two younger daughters the responsibility for our evening bath including enemas. She did this to give the girls practical experience taking care of and giving children enemas. At the time, the older of the girls was twelve, and her sister was a year younger. In the beginning, the girls gave us enemas laying naked across their bare lap. Then, as we finished expelling and played in the shower, they gave each other enemas in the knee chest position. Fast forward a few years, the summer I turned nine, grandma told the girls to switch us to the knee chest position and replace the adult rectal nozzle, with a long-curved douche nozzle. Once the girls switched us to the knee chest position, being more like siblings than aunts, they started letting us give enemas. The first couple of times, they only let us give them enema, telling us what to do. Afterwards, the five of us all gave one another enemas. It was around the same time, mom started doing the same thing at home, letting us give each other enemas under her supervision.

A few years later, the summer I turned twelve, grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. Afterwards, my siblings and I started swapping enemas, much like our aunts did years earlier. And it wasn’t unusual for my sister to tell me how she wanted me to give her an enema, nor was it unusual for me to do likewise, when she gave me one. The same was also true, when my brother and sister swapped enemas with each other.

I've posted before regarding the first enema I got, almost 50 years ago, after getting married. I had awakened for work and wasn't feeling well. My wife offered to go in late herself and asked what she could do. I told her I used to get enemas, so she ran to the drug store to buy an enema bag. I instructed her on what to buy and then gave instructions for administration. My involuntary reactions were obvious but any further efforts had to be put off until later. Another enema at bedtime resulted in some great foreplay and outcome.

Much later in life, I became willing to mentor others in enema use and administration. I am a willing guinea pig as well. I've found that my efforts have been rewarded at times. Every now and then, circumstances arise that individuals overcome shyness and embarrassment when help is needed to be able to poop. I hate to see others suffer when this simple procedure and pleasure is available.

@sse4fun said,

Every now and then, circumstances arise that individuals overcome shyness and embarrassment when help is needed to be able to poop. I hate to see others suffer when this simple procedure and pleasure is available.

Today, for something that’s so fast and simple, why some people take various types of laxatives is beyond me. I hate having to wait eight to twelve hours, just to see, if the laxative is going to give me relief. Yes, the first enema can be uncomfortable at times. However, the pleasurable feelings and quick relief from constipation far out weight the discomfort. Just my two cents.

I taught my wife every step in the process, and she now gives me EXCELLENT enemas. I'm really glad the blowjob part came naturally to her.

I had a very recent opportunity to give instructions to an "enema giver". I was not the one getting the enema. It was a group setting that required all of us to be ready to leave for an event. One could not poop and had an impaction that she could not pass after trying for nearly an hour. Her sister knew that I used enemas for relief and inquired if I had anything to help the situation. I had packed a disposable enema bag along with my trusty friend Roxy. I had to give some instructions to try and overcome the impaction as well as clear the bowel due to group attendance that restricted toilet use to port-a-potties.

While I didn't get to observe the actual disimpaction and enemas, I was thanked for supplying the necessary equipment and instructions. Renumeration was offered to cover the cost of equipment and buy my lunch. I declined and was asked how I knew about such things. I could only offer that I bought disposables to carry when travelling and received enemas from mom and grandma growing up. The disposables only cost a buck and a half. Additional discussion occurred relative to the soap packet included with the bag. Warm tap water was adequate to clear the problem and I explained that soapsuds was a common solution if the warm water wasn't sufficient.

I have always been pretty discrete relative to enema use and had to reveal my secrets in this group setting. As it turned out, there was no teasing or embarrassment. The use of an enema was very practical and avoided disruption to an otherwise enjoyable day.

Assume most recievers give some instruction to their givers; slow down, stop it for while, ok restart it, that’s ENOUGH!

@Rigel said,

Assume most recievers give some instruction to their givers; slow down, stop it for while, ok restart it, that’s ENOUGH!

You’re quite correct, I’ve been thinking in terms of telling my sister, girlfriend, or wife when they gave me enemas. It never crossing my mind, that I did the same thing when mom, grandma, or my teenage aunts gave me enemas as a kid. However, with them there was a difference, my first word was “Please.”

Hello!

Yes, my husband instructed me. And even more than that. Everything I know about enemas and medical fetishes, I know exclusively thanks to my husband.

Before I met my future husband, I gave my mother an enema once after she had severe food poisoning. It was more or less successful. After that, I didn't think about enemas anymore. I knew that it was exclusively a medical procedure prescribed in special cases or before serious operations under anesthesia.

My husband told me and showed me literally everything. From choosing a bag to preparing the solution necessary for administration. In what position and with what nozzle. That's how it happens. Much later, I saw a large amount of video material and photos. I realized that there is a whole world of enema enthusiasts, and that it is not only the enema procedure itself that is important, but also the correct choice of instrument and nozzle for it.

It's amazing when I remember how many attempts I made to give an enema correctly that ended in failure. I didn't set the temperature of the liquid correctly. I inserted the nozzle incorrectly. I raised the bag too high and the flow of water went too fast and hurt my husband. Because of this, I had to postpone and stop the enema session.

Yes, my husband was very kind to me and taught me everything I know about enemas.

That's how it happens.

I wish everyone who is interested in this topic warm water.

Elena

Absolutely. I have recently got my partner involved in enemas, as a giver. He is an amazing man and scratches nearly all of my kinky itches, but he does lack the ability to feel “real” when it comes to medical play. Most probably because I work professionally in that industry and am used to a lot of the technical terms and ways to communicate that. But he’s getting better at it.

As much as I hate feeling ‘in control’ by telling him what to do and how to do it, and wish I could just be there being touched, talked about, experimented on, I love that he’s stepping out of his comfort zone for me.