As a woman, I prefer pictures of women where I can most easily imagine myself in the subject’s place.
Despite a great love and appreciation for enemas, some of my favorite images are of women undergoing abdominal examinations. The more clinically realistic the better; I like a model who is appropriately draped for modesty and examination techniques in line with real practice. The best models look as if they came dressed in their street clothes or have been asked to put on a johnny and need to be evaluated by a concerned clinician to rule out appendicitis or other surgical conditions of the abdomen.
Palpation or auscultation of the right lower quadrant, where I have my worst IBS pain, is the best for me—perhaps all of us here are owning trauma through sexualizing it, with me as no exception. To this end I prefer models who look as if they are pained or apprehensive, as I have felt in real clinical encounters. There’s something about the dance between the diagnostician’s deep touch in search of answers weighed against causing the distressed patient unnecessary pain that I find affecting.
My other favorite images are in the old NozWiz series of an older man very tenderly giving a younger woman an enema. While I would not have said the man in these images is my type, the way he gently touches the model’s belly through her dress (possibly saying “Is this where it hurts most?”) and helps her disrobe justify the price of admission—even before he holds her over his lap, lubricates a finger with Vaseline, and slips it deep in her anus. A bulging red bag awaits, and you see him insert the douche nozzle. (Perhaps “Take a nice deep breath now; you’ll feel much better soon with this warm water in you.”)
As the water flows in, he holds the nozzle tight against her rosebud, and she kisses him, I imagine in gratitude. He seems to give her clitoris and vagina some attention while she fills, still on his lap, held lovingly. Her face is discreetly turned away from the camera, but you can conjecture she begins to feel much better.