Relief from anxiety and stress

My childhood experience with enemas did not revolve around irregularity or constipation; instead, it was always related to my behavior and mood. Whenever I had a tummy ache, mother would trace it back to stress I might have experienced earlier in he day. If I complained that I wasn't well enough to go to school, it was because I wasn't ready for some vent that would happen that day. If I had an argument or disagreement with a friend during playtime, mother would say I needed to relax and calm down. Her cure for all of these situations: a gentle back rub and body massage followed by one, maybe two nice warm soapy high enemas, given very slowly and intimately. Her goal was to get me relaxed and ready to release all my fears and inhibitions. She would often say the best way to accomplish that was for me to turn over all control of my body to her as she ministered to me.

I was always a rather frail, timid "mommy's boy" who always did what mother said was best. Every enema she gave me was a pleasant experience. At first, I had to learn to relax enough to avoid cramps, but with her expert coaching (I.e., pant like a puppy), I soon was able to overcome any discomfort, from the nozzle penetration to getting that last bit of water into cecum.

This went on for all the years I lived at home ( age 1😎, and from time to time when I would visit.

This went on when you were past childhood? Into your teens? Your mom asked you to turn over all control your body? Is this a fantasy or did this really happen?

Believe me, what I posted before was no fantasy; this is how I was introduced to enemas, and is why I love enemas so much today! Most of us experience things in our childhood that leave indelible marks on our personality, our likes and dislikes, and our wants and needs. For me, the impact of my mother’s use of massage and enemas left such a mark on me. She equipped me with a method to deal with the tensions, stress, and anxiety I would experience later in life as an adult in the business world. It also made me aware that, from time to time, reversal of the masculine and feminine role between a man and a woman can bring a new exciting dimension to a relationship.

There's a lot more to this, but it's too long to include here; however, I will post some more bits and pieces over the next few days (if anyone is interested)

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My childhood was similar to yours. My mother has always been a firm believer in the use of the enema for any and every ailment. Like you, I was coached to take ever larger enemas as I grew older, the panting, deep breaths, etc. were taught. She showed me how pleasureable enemas can be and I have never hesitated to accept an enema from her or to ask for a series. I guess it has always been a form of submission but I have no regrets for the love she has shown me over the years. She knows I have grown to love the attention she gives me and wants me to only desire more from her. I was also the "mommy's boy" and felt nothing but love from her as she guided me.

Enema for me - that a PERFECT way for protection myself from stress and bad feelings. So the Enema is wonderful and necessary.

So how did this love come about? My father passed away suddenly when I was 4 years old, leaving me to be raised alone by my mother. I was an “only child”, so it was just my mother and I in the house as I was growing up. Fortunately, my mother and her sister (Aunt Evelyn), who lived close by, were licensed physical therapists that had a successful business set up that provided our income after my father died. Their office was set up in our home, so most of the time childcare for me was not an issue. Their clients were generally people that were recovering from surgery and would come for treatment at the office. Occasionally, my mother or Aunt Evelyn would have to make house calls or visits to the local hospital, but I was rarely alone in the house.

My mother was tall (6’2”) and slender with what one might describe as an athletic build. She jogged quite a bit, and that, coupled with the physical demands associated with her work, kept her in top physical condition. She wore her hair short and most of the time around the house, she dressed in jogging shorts and a tee shirt when she was not working. She wasn’t what you might call beautiful or sexy, but she had a wonderful smile and glow about her that made her easy to like and someone you would want to please. She was also a talented business woman who liked to be in control.

Until the age of 13 or 14, I would have to categorize myself as a somewhat frail, effeminate, high strung child, not rebellious, easily upset, and would cry at the drop of a hat. When my emotions would spill out, mother was very kind and never pressured me to “grow up and act your age”; she took great care to comfort me when I needed it. I rode my bicycle to school every day, which kept my body lean. Because of that, I excelled in sports that required speed and endurance (like swimming, cross country and track), but not size. During my childhood and teen years I was always under weight.

I never had a male mentor or role model in those years. Instead, I found myself around adult women, mostly my mother and Aunt Evelyn during my childhood, but it was my mother that was that “rock” I went to for comfort in times of need.

The event that changed it all

My first enema experience happened in one of those times of need. I was around 9 years old at the time and had just gotten home from a terrible day at school. The teacher was on my case because I hadn’t done my homework and on the way home, some of the other kids started to tease me and call me names. When I got home, I was a wreck; my stomach felt like it was in knots and my heart felt like it was going to explode inside my chest. Mother was home, and when she saw how upset I was, she offered to help make me better, if I was willing to try something new that she used when she felt this way. It would be my choice. She went on to describe how a nice massage followed by a high enema would make me feel better and calm my tummy. Having never had an enema before, I asked her what a high enema was; she said it was nothing more than putting warm water into my body and that it was kind of like having my temperature taken. She went on to explain that an enema was not only good for relieving stress, it was a healthy way to remove poisons from our bodies. She said she and Aunt Evelyn give each other high enemas every couple of months, and that once you got used to the sensation, it was really quite pleasant. She put her arm around me and asked if I’d like to try it. I hesitated a little, but finally gave in and said yes. She patted my fanny and said “let’s get started”. She led me into her office and undressed me completely, except for my underpants, and told me to lie down on the massage table on my tummy. Using pleasantly scented oil, she started massaging my neck and shoulders, then had me turn over onto my back. She worked my chest, arms, tummy, and thighs next. Finally, she had me flip back onto my tummy again and finished by doing my back, lower legs and back of my thighs. She used a variety of pressures, deep and hard on the back and thighs, soft and gentle on the tummy. While doing my tummy, she outlined my colon with a finger, and told me that in a few minutes, that’s where my enema would be. The massage lasted 30 minutes or so; I felt really good and I was beginning to melt into the table, but she stopped.

Mother took great pains to explain what she was doing and how it might feel. She explained that it was time for her to get my enema ready and would be right back. About five minutes later she returned wheeling in an IV pole that had what seemed like a giant red bag hanging from it. The bag had a hose attached and was filled to the brim with a milky solution that had the distinct ivory soap aroma. At the end of the hose was a long, black, curved fitting that had several tiny holes in it. When I asked, she explained that she would be using her 2 quart feminine syringe for my enema. The long, curved fitting at the end of the hose was the douche nozzle (I had no idea what a douche was, and didn’t ask). She told me that even though it was much larger than the size of the rectal thermometer I was expecting, she was sure I could take it with no discomfort, and that it was much better for my enema because it wouldn’t slip out and cause a mess. When I asked about what seemed to be an extremely large volume of water in the enema bag. She explained that for a high enema, there had to be enough water to completely fill my colon. She assured me that there was enough room in my tummy for a lot of enema water, and that I’d be able to take most of it. She told me to move over so she could sit on the table, then she instructed me to lie face down across her lap. She had brought in several towels and pillows that she placed on either side of her lap and began to gently stoke my long hair. She whispered that now was the time to really try to relax, because if I was completely relaxed, my enema would actually be a very pleasant experience. I was a little apprehensive, but I trusted that mother would not do anything to hurt be, and that I just had to trust that what she said was true.

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For me enemas are all about relaxtion and pleasure. Stress resolution is always a part of this since it is a means of self-care.

I am now70 years old and have been a closet user for most of that time. I was introduced to enemas at the age of 8 and until recently when my partner left me, she made it very public news by telling my fellow car club members that I have an enema fetish. I am offended that she could betray my fetish to others that I see regularly but it still gives me comfort to indulge myself in my pleasurable warm enemas. I have them particularly when I'm feeling down and a low ebb. She said that she didn't mind me having them and has even given me a number of enemas and fisted me several times but telling my friends was a "payback" probably in the hope that she wouldn't come back as she had betrayed a secret that I had for many years. Regards, "irrigator333"

Oh what a feeling!

Within a few seconds, she slipped my underpants off and said it was time for her to finish the massage while my enema cooled down. My naked body was now pressed against her thighs; shortly, I could feel the warmth of a generous amount of oil dripping onto my buttocks. She worked the oil all around my buttocks and the back of my thighs. She even remarked about what a cute butt I had. She stopped momentarily to reach for a tube of something and whispered that what would follow would be very special if I could just relax. She said she would be putting a slippery substance into my rectum so the douche nozzle would slide in easily. With her left hand, she parted my cheeks and with the right gently applied a cool gel like substance to my anus. Slowly she worked the gel around my entire anal area. She then placed the pad of her right index finger directly on my anus and told me to start taking deep breaths. Before I knew it, her index finger was deep inside my rectum. It was like my body just sucked her finger inside me! I didn’t even feel her push! As she slowly moved her finger around my rectum, I began to experience sensations that were new to me, and very pleasant. When she touched one particular spot, she said that was my prostate gland, and that when I got older, she’d explain in more detail exactly what its purpose was. By now, I was quite relaxed!

Now the time had come for Mother to give me my enema. While she continued to stay seated on the massage table, she told me to rise onto my knees with my butt in the air and rest my shoulders on the massage table and try to “push” her finger out of my rectum. As her finger slowly slipped out of my rectum, she promptly replaced it with the douche nozzle. She was right – the douche nozzle slid into my rectum very easily! At that point mother asked if I was ready – then released the clamp. The sound of the “click” was quickly followed by a sudden warm sensation. Initially, the feeling was very pleasant, but soon I began to feel the sudden urge to have a bowel movement. Mother could sense the change and immediately stopped the flow. She coached me through the discomfort then restarted the enema when the sensation passed. When I asked her that maybe this wasn’t something I would like, she encouraged me to wait a few minutes before deciding. Little did I know that she had restarted the enema at a much slower pace and that before I knew it, I had taken almost the entire 2 quarts? She remarked how proud she was of me that I had taken my enema so well! It was probably close to 20 minutes to complete me enema. She shut off the flow, withdrew the nozzle, and guided me to the toilet.

Enemas are a great stress releiver for me. I usually get a spanking first which warms my bottom. Then comes the enemas. Usually 2 or 3 with spankings in between. Not heavy stuff, just a little sting. Then there is the final release. By that time, I'm ready for a nice nap.

Years ago I learned that taking an enema is good for stress relief. You need to take the time to do one and they don't work if you don't relax. Someone in a chat room years ago told me to put on some soft music, light a couple of scented candles, and take an enema. Afterwards a soak in our Jacuzzi is the perfect ending.

I agree. For Sexywetred to give me a nice enema is the best way to relax and relieve the stresses of the day. Nothing else exist, just the warm water flooding the body and relaxing everything. Soft music and low lights always add to the affect.

There is nothing better than a nice warm enema for stress relief. Take a couple. The first one using mild goats milk soap disolved with baking soda to main tain the proper ph alkaliity. Followed by a baking soda rinse. Taken slowly over 20 minutes and held for up to ten minutes. Afterwards if you haven't reached orgasm, then masterbate slowly and enjoy the end results.

How interesting, I have always thought of enemas within a sexual context. Now that this thread has started- I realize that indeed we do seem more relaxed when we are through, but I had always thought it was due to the sex. I need to talk to some partners about this aspect of enema usage!

Although enemas are primarily sexual for me, they can also be a great stress reliever ..............

I just found out my best friend and business partner embezzled all the cash from the company and flew to South America.

My wife of 28 years went with him.

I also discovered my 19 year-old daughter was a high-priced call girl. This now explains how she could afford to drive an SLK on a Walmart paycheck.

My 18 year-old son got thrown in jail for running a meth lab. And this explains the new Camaro SS while working at McDonald's.

Finally, my vintage split-window fuelie Vette got totaled while parked out in front of my house.

I fill my 3 quart bag with warm water and some castile soap. I lie back in bed, turn on the TV, and click on the enema for a nice slow flow .........

And suddenly ........... life just doesn't seem so bad.

Aaaaahhhhh .................. yessss.

Jonormal

I'm thinking you might want to take stock out in that Castile Soap company Your family may just make you wealthy

A good douche!!

Best stress reliever there is!!

LisaK, A good douche may be a good stress reliever, but don't let the medical community hear about it as they frown heavily on women douching

When my wife and I got married I was aware she was a klismophile. When ever over to her apartment and had to use her bathroom, I would routinely see douche and enema equipment on the rim shelf of the tub or hanging from the towel rack over the tub. When I asked her about her equipment, she usually gave a vague answer for using it. Once when I asked if she had a medical condition, she replied that enemas and douches helped her with stress. Not long after our marriage she revealed that an enema and douche helped her relax after bad hair days and during her period. Now, at least once a week, she will tell me that she needs some relaxation therapy which means that I am to be the relaxator. Relaxation therapy usually takes place in the early evening after a light supper. I will go into the bathroom and pick out her two quart white closed bag and her white and black douche nozzle, the ivory soap concentrate, a ladies razor and moisturizing lotion. A glass of white wine and soft music is also provided. For my visual enjoyment I will get a nipple-less bra and sheer top for her to wear during her therapy. Now, we have devised a padded GYN Chair with leg supports over a commercial toilet without a reservoir behind. This allows for the chair to be reclined as needed. Once she is seated with her legs spread a little in the leg supports, I will recline her which allows her anus more exposure. After lubing her entire bottom with warmed KY and examining things down there, I will insert the black douche pipe and begin the warm soapy enema. I keep the roller clam partially closed to allow the enema to enter her slowly and avoid cramping. As the enema slowly drains into her, I will lather up her pussy and mound and remove any hair regrowth. Touching her labia and stroking her clitoris makes her breathe deeply and sigh. The shaving usually finishes when the bag is empty. At this point I will remove the nozzle and wash her pussy and anus off with a shower spray attachment, and leave her in privacy to expel. Later, I return with the clean bag full of warm tap water and give her a cleansing enema. Following this I will wash out the bag, fill it with a warm water and a little scented douche concentrate and slowly douche out her vagina and irrigate her labia using a virginal white nozzle. For the finale I will put some moisturizing cream on my hands, gently rub it into her bottom as I finger her clit to an orgasm. And then this very relaxed lady gets a full body massage in bed. For me I am rewarded, wearing a condom of course, to penetrate her anally and relieve myself. Because she is usually wound up during her periods, I get to provide this relaxation therapy for several days in a row with the added chore of tampon servicing. I love my wife.

I do believe they can be useful for relief after a stress filled day.

The colon is more than a garbage dump for an over stressed body. A good enema can release endorphins in the brain that result in a natural spiritual lift. I find that if an enema can do that, why not a slow relaxed home colonic that would be the equivalent of fifteen or twenty enemas. The best part of a colonic is that the expulsion comes without effort on your part. That is, you just open the valve and the waste and your cares go directly into the sewer, "away go troubles, down the drain." I use enemas too but I really get a huge boost from an hour or two under the irrigation tank. Try it you will like it!

An enema a day, keeps the doctor away.

Bill/K2MMW

I think there is a lot of truth in the stress relief that comes from a good enema or enema series. Working in a high stress job, I have found that sometimes the best way to relax is with a nice warm enema accentuated with candlelight and lots of warm towels! Just the feeling of the internal warmth being delivered slowly with a double balloon nozzle snugly in my bottom (no worries about leaks) has a way of taking my mind off everything that's stressful and difficult. The relaxation that comes is worth everything! Using enemas in this way has been something that I've done for years!

Oh my, I think I'm feeling stressed!! 😁

Deb

Sadly, this does not seem to work for me. If i'm stressed, like right now, I cant even get water into me. I wish the opposite was true.

To Curlyt66 Most of them are too stressed to even let their guard down and realize what it CAN be!

I too have found that I am more relaxed after a fill, and more than 1 partner has shared the same observation about their own state of mind after being filled and released. I don't know if it is due to endorphin rush, or just relieved at having the procedure finished. Maybe it also has to do with the "cleaned out" feeling?

I find enemas to be the "flip side" of the same coin. On one hand, they're very relaxing and soothing, yet on the other, they're terrifically stimulating.......both of which are enjoyable!

Nothing more relaxing than a nice warm bagfull slowly filling me up. The stress just seems to melt away.

Ironic, isn't it, that our childhood enemas were a source of anxiety and stress while a good session as adults is a relief giver.

A couple of years ago I had a day-long session of mutual giving and receiving with a much more experienced enema fan than I, at a motel in another city. The atmosphere was extremely relaxing: low lights, soft music, soft words of encouragement and support, no tension or pressure. I felt great for weeks afterwards from the standpoint of my daily mental health, as well as physical. The enema, especially with the time and place for proper performance of the "ritual", is a marvelous therapeutic tool.