Women, Restraints, Enemas, and Forced Orgasm

With a lady under the care of a loving and caring gentleman, the combination of leather restraints and the simultaneous application of an enema with clitoral simultation provided has intrigued me a time or two. My research would seek to determine if the additional stress of the enema would either degrade or enhance any climatic experience. Of course, any good scientist would first want to check to see if there is already existing research or information in this area.

Does anyone have anything to share in this potential area of research?

I've heard that enemas enhance the climatic experience. But each person is different in how they react to different stimulus. My male sub's enema greatly increase the degree in which he climaxes (full body shudders and random spasms included). What better compliment can a guy give a lady than that. 😄

Talk about a departure from your typical moment of romance and passion. Is your sub restrained during these episodes? In my imagination, it would be one thing to willing accept an enema, but something completely different to have one imposed upon you and you can do nothing to resist it.

Sometimes he is restrained, but not all the time. He enjoys the idea of having to take an enema. Of not having any say in what I put in it. I enjoy asking him to figure out what I put in his belly. He gets it right some of the time.

I want so much to apply my "parameters", or should I say "restraints", to a willing lady. If you climax the way you say you do, you should be in restraints during every love making session.

Positively, restraints add so much more the the climax. Sometimes it adds so much to mine that I get past the point of climax. KWIM?

I have been a submissive and a bit of a masochist and as such enemas have become a part of the torment. Being bound and helpless then being administered an enema is a turn on. Much better than corporal punishment. It's all from within...cramping can be painful, yet very erotic, to the point I can actually reach and orgasm.

When I have been alone I have used self bondage and an enema as a way of fulfilling my desires, dark and perverted as they may seem. Or at least that's the way it used to be.

I must confess that I am overwhelmingly intrigued by this discussion thread, especially since it is predominantly from the female perspective. To be honest, it is fascinating that there are ladies who are this interested in enemas.

I am mostly drawn to the restrained worman being teased and stimulated to the point of orgasm, as well as to the point of being denied orgasm. Wiggling, squirming, trying to get free, or to simply reciprocate (e.g. touch, caress, kiss) with her partner, but incapable of doing so due to wide leather straps that restrict her movements.

Being wound tightly like the spring in a clock until the spring is released (by me) or kept wound tightly (by me). Watching the loose end of the straps bounce up and down (or side to side) as she desperately attempts to free herself or to try to move my hands that continually caress her or to turn of the infernal vibrating devices that have been strategically located. The sound the leather makes when stressed by her every pull or tug.

Oops. Sorry. I got distracted.

I must incorporate the additional perspective (or should I say “torment” for some) that might be experienced by a woman being traditionally stimulated as well as slowly subjected to an enema. Now, there would be three sources of tension – one from the colon, one from (you know where), and from the brain from the mental frustration when she is forced to climax and expel, or denied the ability to climax and expel, or any of the aforementioned combinations.

Hmmm – for the unable to climax but forced to expel scenario, she may have to be put in a diaper (if still restrained) or put in a chastity belt (if allowed to go to the toilet).

What, my dear Ladies, would be your ideal restraint scenario?

Quite a while ago i was subjected to bondage and enemas as a form of punishment and to be honest pain. The inspiration came from the now defunct Insex site. A rectangular box was constructed that was large enough to secure me to. It had sides about six inches high, which made a tub to hold anything that went into, or came out of me. i could be secured face down (the most painful as i was resting on my belly) or face up. There were cross bars that could be put under my hips when i was face down to elevate them, making me totally vulnerable and accessible. It also raised my belly off the surface which reduced the pain when i was filled. my arms and legs were spread wide and secured with wrist and ankle cuffs, completely immobilizing me. The tub had a drain that could be open or closed. When closed anything i expelled was kept from running out and i ended up in it, adding to the humiliation, part of the punishment. 😜 (my first use of a smiley...see an old dog can learn new tricks!)

While it has been years since i have been subjected to this form of punishment i do remember it quite vividly. While the discomfort and pain were bad, the worst part was the humiliation of having to endure laying in whatever came out of me when i was able to expel the enema.

On the other hand it was easy to be cleaned up, although being scrubbed with a rather stiff brush was not all that pleasant.

Depending on my Husband's mood i was either denied orgasms or aroused to multiple ones which after a while became painful, especially if i was still full of whatever was used as an enema. The quantity that was put in me also played a part.

i have often wondered how it would be to have to endure that again.

i wish there were some way to post an image of the tub like device used.

I believe I am familiar with the scenes you described. The woman, helplessly shackled into what amounted to a large, metallic sink (images I saw were titled "The Copper Sink"). Metal cuffs kept here wrists and ankles secures to the sides, maintaining her in a spread eagle lay. Metal pipe elevates her hips just a little off the surface of the sink (bottom in the air), forcing her to rest her chest more directly on the surface. Unless she arched her head backwards and propped it with her chin, she would have to lay her head down or one cheek or the other, causing her face to lay in whatever may have pooled in the closed sink.

When the activity was finished, she would get a thorough wash in the sink (I did not like the brush and would rather hand wash her). At one point she would flip over so her front side would be cleaned. The piping would still be in place, forcing her hips into the air, but this time, belly up. The hand sprayer was extensively utilized to rinse the area between her legs. I have wondered about the sensations she may experienced from the jets of water being sprayed between her legs.

Your response made me think of one thing I have never mentioned when visiting this site (although nobody may care). I draw the line on wincing pain and things terribly gross. I become too emotionally connected. I only want to bring pleasure and enjoyment.

I try to continually read and study details about the female anatomy and mind to understand the general likes and dislikes. It would break my heart to realize I have done something she did not like; therefore, this is why I spend so much effort to try to continually sense and monitor her breathing, heart rate, muscle movements, vocal expressions, swelling breasts, erect nipples, swollen and pulsing clitoris, even down to seeing if chill bumps form on her skin when she is touched.

Ultimately, I search for signals of a climatic vocal pattern, muscle contractions, body arching, or vibrating jitter in her body. Prior to that, I seek signals of excessive moisture, nipple and clit erections, or wrestling with the conflict of seeking the touch of my hands while trying to evaded them to regulate the flow of stimulation.

If she does not have a good time, then I do not have a good time. When finished, I hope she attacks me when she is released from her restraints, and does not let me go until I am thoroughly exhausted.

Yes, that is the one. The scene was titled "glamoursink" and the model/slave was molly matthews who seems to have disappeared from being a bondage model.

The "copper sink" was to allow the use of electrical "play" to further torment her. i have dabbled in and from time to time have been turned on by it.

i am a certified masochist (i have a psychiatrist's certification!) and a submissive, so i have a different perspective about the scene as well as being in a similar situation. But that is what makes the world go 'round...different strokes for different folks.

i am in a different phase of my life and have become a slave to a Mistress instead of a Master, but i am still me, still the way i am, still enjoy being tormented until i climax. To me that is, as you say "pleasure and enjoyment". i actually enjoyed having my body "filled", of feeling and enjoying the cramping. It aroused me and my Master (& Husband) so it was a mutually satisfying experience. Again, different strokes for different folks.

i really enjoy hear other people's thoughts on this....and i thank you for giving yours.

BTW i too like to be washed by hands, but at time a stiff brush is nice too. Depends on my mood!

Wow! An expert of the human mind. It would be wonderful to participate in a face to face conversation with someone like you. You husband is so blessed.

Yes, it happens to me to when i masturbate, even if i put a suppository up my ass and masturbate my clitoris, i cum in spasms

with restraints i would lose my mind, hoping for someone to do this to me someday

Now there's an intriguing scenario Jashma2 has proposed. I would very much like to watch you "lose your mind", possibly fueling you with a burning, insatiable desire.

Your strapped spreadeagle to the bed. You have already been through an inordinately long session of foreplay, caressing, and being slowly undressed. Your skin tight jeans have been pulled off and away from your hips like a banana peel. I have cut your panties off with a pair of cold, metal scissors. Your bra, with a convenient front hook, has been opened so your breasts are unleashed. Cold air whips around your breasts and between your legs.

A Hitachi Magic Wand is effortlessly humming between you legs. You are concentrating so much to resist yielding to the sensations that I manage to slip a Ducolax suppository (or two) into you. Your spreadeagle condition made it difficult to resist insertion of the well lubed doses.

Now, you are faced with two challenges -- resisting a forced orgasm and a forced bowel movement. Beads of perspiration form on your forehead. I am watching you try to focus. Just to break you concentration, I touch ice cubes to your firm and erect nipples, then run the cubes along you belly.

The clock is ticking. Who will when, you or me? Who will have to fulfill their part of the bet? I've got to make her cum before the timer goes off, else I will have to pay the price of losing the bet.

During a punishment session wrist and ankle restraints enhance the punishment aspect and the subs loss of control over the situation.

Forced retention and withheld orgasms are mutually exciting.

Spreader bars are perhaps the best piece of furniture for thsi kind of

Quite a while ago i was subjected to bondage and enemas as a form of punishment and to be honest pain. The inspiration came from the now defunct Insex site. A rectangular box was constructed that was large enough to secure me to. It had sides about six inches high, which made a tub to hold anything that went into, or came out of me. i could be secured face down (the most painful as i was resting on my belly) or face up. There were cross bars that could be put under my hips when i was face down to elevate them, making me totally vulnerable and accessible. It also raised my belly off the surface which reduced the pain when i was filled. my arms and legs were spread wide and secured with wrist and ankle cuffs, completely immobilizing me. The tub had a drain that could be open or closed. When closed anything i expelled was kept from running out and i ended up in it, adding to the humiliation, part of the punishment. 😜 (my first use of a smiley...see an old dog can learn new tricks!)

While it has been years since i have been subjected to this form of punishment i do remember it quite vividly. While the discomfort and pain were bad, the worst part was the humiliation of having to endure laying in whatever came out of me when i was able to expel the enema.

On the other hand it was easy to be cleaned up, although being scrubbed with a rather stiff brush was not all that pleasant.

Depending on my Husband's mood i was either denied orgasms or aroused to multiple ones which after a while became painful, especially if i was still full of whatever was used as an enema. The quantity that was put in me also played a part.

i have often wondered how it would be to have to endure that again.

i wish there were some way to post an image of the tub like device used.

Seems like an intense experience, I would love to have this done to me.

"insex" somehow managed to include enemas better than all the other sites put together.

There files still exist for downloading , I think.

I definitely agree. Insex was the best.

I can still see the Glamour Sink in my mind.

They took the enema to a whole new level in films.

Givesenema, any idea where that/those Insex file(s) could be downloaded or seen?

Oh yes, I remember seeing this film. It was awesome.

I have to agree with the other posts about the level that restraints take an enema to. I've done a couple of fairly complex self bondage sessions where I've 'forced' myself to take an enema and had to wait for the key to my restraints to be released before I could expel. Absolutely mind blowing stuff. Now to find someone to do it to me!

Ericmacson--There are a couple of these Insex video clips floating about...The one of Molly Mathews (short blonde hair) restrained in the moulded copper sheet sink, sees her with what appears to be a 4 quart clear Klystra bag suspended above her with a clear curved acrylic backstop at the "bottom" end ...most of the details explained above.

Try Motherless dot com but remember to fully scroll down the first shortened site page,then on the next page up there are functions you can use to limit the search....Open the "drop down" & there is the wording short / medium / long & extra long.....long & extra long will take you to this clip....said clip is roughly 17 Mins.

Another depicts a tallish long dark haired woman...secured to this very same table...which is even better @ around 43Mins in duration.

To answer the original post---yes a woman under the care of a loving dominate can orgasm again and again under such circumstances.

You cannot FORCE a woman to have an orgasm.

You cannot FORCE a woman to have an orgasm.

Discuss.

It sounds like a sexual philosophy question.

Susie,

I agree that forcing a woman to have an orgasm is not possible. She must be willing and aroused and neither of those conditions can be imposed by another.

That said, I can report that - contrary to my belief that the above is immutably true - it has happened. Not in the porn movie, contrived-for-effect sense, however.

During a particularly long and intense session, my lady had a long series of orgasms, which became closer and closer together. After some time and many, many orgasms, she said "enough, enough," gasping and trying to twist away. She was in comfortable bondage and could not escape or prevent me from using the new vibrator on her. I persisted. Her protests and resistance increased along with her efforts to evade further stimulation. Still I persisted. Her verbal and physical responses increasingly indicated she was in growing discomfort each time she orgasmed. "No more - NO MORE!" delivered in a tone that was clearly meant - not the "oh please, don't (DO) that again!" I pressed on for one more - forcing her to an orgasm that actually scared me. [Nobody wants to cause a stroke or a heart attack!]

Her comments later, and since, confirmed that I really had forced her to orgasm when she really, really did want to stop before it happened. While this is intellectually and emotionally hot, having been to that place did not make me want to repeat that with any frequency. It was, for us, very intimate and powerful. No harm occurred nor was any intended and we were both surprised that it could happen. Our communication is such that I also believe her assurance that she was not just feeding my ego, particularly since the collateral physical evidence was so clear.

Yeah, rereading this does make it sound like a story. It is not made up. Clearly, she was VERY aroused, but at a point she was no longer willing. If that's not the real thing, it's as close as I ever intend to get.

Bburl--Upon reading your descriptive I know this to be definitely possible,as I had met a woman that reacted almost identically as she would go into uncontrollable spasms....very similar to the effects of electroshock,often wetting herself in the process....Any resemblance of self control had completely deserted her.

Seeing the comments about INSEX reminded me I still had some old hard drives I used on my file server that had some of the original content. I just checked and found I have

2,448 of their .jpgs

880 of their .rm movies

113 of their "full length" DSL (high-res) movies in .rm format

The DSL ones ran up to and over one hour each. I used to be monitor several of the Usenet groups back then and people would use utility programs you could download for free to "chop" up large files before posting to the appropriate group. Then I'd download the "pieces" and use other utility programs to "paste" them back together. They would meticulously post maybe 20-50 files of each "event" on INSEX. There wasn't any serious bandwidth back then, I can remember the excitement of getting a 56kbps modem so I could really collect lots of good stuff. Of course, just one small glitch of noise and you had to re-download the files that were incomplete. Now, people are streaming movies to their cell phones...wow, times have really changed. ;-)

Great memories from the early days of the Internet when searching required WAIS (Wide Area Information Servers) if you wanted to search for a file, FTP (file transfer protocol) to upload/download and Usenet was the wild, wild west where you could swap photos and files. Guess it was the FB of the day.

Cheers to all,

Dom In Mesquite