Much has been said about this topic and surely not the last word. debgurl has said most of what I would say and she has said it eloquently. For me, my experience with enemas changes with time. I have felt at various times all of what she said including the psychological, physical and emotional stimulations connected to my enemas. Now in recent times and I am older, insomnia and depression bedevil me. The best cure for these maladies is a warm HHH enema for which I use a colon tube that reaches into my ascending colon.
The enema administered with a douche nozzle is good by itself but with a colon tube it’s exciting. Filling the bag brings anticipation that soon I will be feeling that warm water filling my insides. When I was a child, I was taught that stimulating my anus is a, "No,no" and a "Sin." Since then, I have enjoyed sinning because it feels so good and the method of applying "Personal Lubricant" often requires fingering! If fingering doesn't bring on pleasure, inserting the nozzle will.
Filling the bag is a sort of ritual. The Jugbag hangs in my shower behind the curtain. Bring it out from hiding. He, like me is a bit introverted but he knows that it's time to please me. So he comes out of hiding and hung on the curtain cross bar. First, the water faucets are turned on and adjusted for 110 degrees. Three, two quart pitchers reside on the medicine cabinet above the toilet. They are family heirlooms since they have been up there for more than two weeks. One of the pitchers is filled and emptied twice into the Jugbag. Is the water too hot or cold, check it with a thermometer! "I hope this enema goes smoothly." I hang the enema at my bedside. I think of the pleasure of an enema, the anticipation of the warming of my insides and the specter of cramping. With the nozzle inserted I always hesitate clicking the shut off clamp. What will this enema feel like? Will it be a good clean out? Did I get the water temp correct? Should I open the clamp all of the way? Well of course I do open it half way. Click! This will be a slow flowing enema. At first, it feels like nothing is happening. Then the rectum and ascending fill and possibly there is a slight urge to defecate but it passes as the warm water continues to flow in. I feel a slight pressure as it starts to build in my transverse. I can feel a pool of water forming. It's time to massage myself and move the water higher. With the massage,the water does move and the pressure goes down. Soon the pressure again continues to build and I am quite aware of the filling. Massage! I look at my Jugbag syringe. Only half of the enema has been injected in the first ten minutes. The cramps are beginning to command my attention. I wonder if other klysmos have cramps. I am glad that the pressure is building because the influent flow is slowing. Rub my belly and move the water higher! "I have that full feeling!" Look into the mirror! I'm gaining weight. . . No! It's the enema filling me and there is still a quart to go! The cramps are what I think about. I want the water to stop coming in but instead I pump on my in line enema pump. " Hold that water and don't leak!" The piston pump holds four ounces. Let me see, I have a pint left in the Jugbag. With four strokes of the piston I am done. The cramps and the urge to defecate are nearly uncontrollable! "Don't pull the nozzle out because I might cause a flood!" Now make a mad dash to the toilet and "you can't let it go ooh!" Oh I have to and I must and at the edge of the toilet seat, I pull out the nozzle and.. a flood rushes out with such force that the toilet flushes itself! All that waste and gas are expelled and I am left with an empty feeling in my belly. "AHH..." Now comes the real pleasure. After the water has been discharged into the toilet I usually experience an uplifting of my spirit and a calm exhilaration or euphoria that I can achieve no other way than with a full volume enema. I wonder if the Doctor or nurse took their enema tonight. I am fatigued and then lay down on my bed, meditate and I can settle down for a restful sleep.
All of this explanation can be summed up with the adage, "An enema a day keeps the Doctor away!"