Interruptions during enemas

Yes

I pretty much shut down everything before I start. I hate interruptions in general but really when Im doing this.

In a Hospital room that is a norm...At Nurse report from what I was told. They give a heads up on who is going to have enemas done. But apparently the word doesn't get out to everyone. All the Hospitals that I have been in that is usually what happens, and if the Hospital is a teaching Hospital you can figure right off interruptions are going to happen. Usually around lunch time I was getting a Cleansing enema for the Lab to check how my colon was handling the Hospital food. The nurse would hang the 2 quart bag, insert the nozzle tape it to my thigh, listen to the bowel noise...Always a group of Nursing Students would come in, want to listen toooo. Gee's I would get prepared for the lag time. To stop then start again. NOT! a good time...If the flow is constant no big deal..but if there is a stop then go. Your colon goes crazy...

One day I ran a serious risk of making a mess on the floor.

In the summer of 2002 I had not enough money to afford a full-fledged holiday so I resorted to take short vacations on weekends instead. It was one Friday afternoon in August and I had already planned the whole travel to the merry seaside town I chose along with a couple of friends: Milan to Genoa by train (about three hours including going to the station, meeting friends and buying tickets) and the 13-hour stage to Sardinia by ferry, so I decided to take an enema for plain comfort and a 'fresh start' even if I knew all too well what trick such a long trip would play on my otherwise Swiss clock regular system and how to fix it - I already wrote about this in another thread some time ago.

Only the day before I had posted a message on a municipal site that hosted the city want ad board because I was hoping to raise a little money by selling a Beaulieu 8mm movie camera I was given as a gift by a family friend who kept it in a closet since he changed over his amateur movie rig to VHS video many years earlier.

I had just finished the whole 2-liter reservoir and was still breathing hard on all fours when my cell phone rang. I had already set the appointment with one of my traveling companions yet forgot to turn off the phone!

I uttered some blasphemy, frantically turned off the valve (I didn't have my trusted ratchet clamp then), slipped out the rectal tube, got on my feet and made a hurried waddle out of bathroom to the corridor where the little bitchy hunk of technology was ringing and flashing inside its leatherette pouch which in turn was neatly stored inside my zippered marsupium. Gritting my teeth, fumbling inside the waistband holder, I fished out the phone and answered at the eighth or ninth ring while holding firmly against the load. It was a visitor of that site's buy & sell board. He presented himself and we had more than an idle chit-chat before he would finally ask further information about the old movie camera I had for sale.

I don't remember how I made it. Talking like a machine gun I gave it a brief description of the camera's main features, answered to his pounding questions with just a trace of haste, and agreed upon the final price. Then I gave him an appointment at my workshop for the following week, said goodbye and ran for relief. Later on I had the afterthought of having been a bit slack by conceding him too much from the economical perspective. Fortunately I had the camera as a gift in turn and never thought about putting it to good use since music is my cup of tea, so at least I didn't kill myself with remorse.

Try and imagine what happens inside you (pun intended) in such a circumstance... I might have declined the conversation and delayed the deal by feigning an urgency of some sort, but there are moments when you have to show off the best of you for the sake of not letting out the worst. 😁

Oh how I hate being interrupted during my enema sessions! I got tired of getting everything ready for my session only to be interrupted by someone or something so I turn off everything, turn off lights, lock the door, get undressed until Im at least bottomless, grab my bag and nozzle fill it up with warm water, lay down on my side or doggy style then lube up, then slide the nozzle inside my butt cheeks, release that clamp and feel all that warm water rushing inside my colon, I hold it as long as I

Just happened last night..... I opened the clamp and I hear the phone start ringing. The minute you open the clamp, the next few hours you are now tied close to the commode. After some time finishing the enema you get the message and find out what you had missed. Fortunately it is rarely of importance.

I've never really gotten into soloing, and I don't live with an enemaphile, so it's not a frequent problem for me. But with a partner, when we were "in session", nothing short of the house being on fire would be allowed to interrupt us. Ringing doorbell or phone? Ignore it -- and we did. We wouldn't start an adventure unless we had a social slate that was clear for at least three hours, so anyone who came knocking, or called on the phone, took the chance that we'd be home and answering. We were mannerly and sociable, but we were not going to turn it upside-down extreme, and be made to feel that we were the ones taking the chance that no one would call. For the phone, the answering machine and voice mail were invented to accommodate both parties satisfactorily when the receiver is indisposed. Likewise, answering knockers on the door at a most inopportune time! If your sense of accountability to others extends so far as to make you feel obligated to give every caller either an immediate audience or an apology for being unavailable, leave a hanger on the knob that says, Sorry, can't come to the door just now, but please call or come back at [name your time].

I just had some back surgery; i got constipated from the pain meds so i was to get an enema.the nurse got the bucket filled and was inserting the nozzle a knock on the door she hollers dont come in; but it was physical therapy she told him to come back later so she resumes the enema another knock on the door. occupational therapy she finally got the enema in me but not very good results . so we decided to try later in the day.she gets the enema ready and starts putting it in ;it was down to the last few ounces and i said to her i think we made it this time she laughed and said me too. but there comes a knock on the door we both kinda giggled it was the therapist again .this time the enema worked

The only time I was interrupted was when I was about 14. Mom went out to Bingo with her friends. I figured the coast was clear so I got out her open top enema bag and set it up in the bathtub. I filled it up with warm water and had attached the rectal nozzle. Hung it up on the shower faucet. I stripped down and was about to get into the tub when the door bell rang. I was in a total panic. I got dressed as best as I could of and answered the door. It was one of my moms friend and was seeing id she left. I told her that her was already on the way with Ann and Deloris. She said okay and thanks. My heart was beating at 1000 miles apart. There was a silver lining. I again stripped and walked into the bathroom and there it was a filled to the brim. The amber latex bag was still awaiting my bare bottom.

If you don't want to be interrupted during an enema:

1--do it when nobody is home or expected to be coming home

2--if you live alone don't answer the door or phone

WHY is this a problem????? It's really very simple.

Being seen or interrupted is your own fault.

PLAN AHEAD

God willing, I've never yet been interrupted during an enema except for planned interruptions when I was with an ex-wife/GF switch playing Domme who had given me an enema. She'd sometimes fill me and then just leave me alone to struggle holding my enema while she'd go off and not communicate for an unspecified time, letting me wonder what on Earth she had planned for me next. Eventually, she'd come back and edge me, enjoying my complaints and struggles to keep holding while she made me endure whatever she had in mind, including rolling around, belly massage, standing, walking and pumping in additional enema before she'd let me orgasm. That's the only kind of interruption I ever hope to have.

Eric

The last enema I ever gave to my daughter was when she had the flu at age 12 1/2. she would always watch very closely when I was filling the enema bag, no matter who it was for.

she stood by my side as I ran the water in the kitchen sink to the right temperature. my daughter was standing next to me in just a tee shirt and panties. just as I am about to fill the bag there was a knock on the door. her eyes grew very wide. I just said "shit" and threw the empty bag in the cabinet under the sink. my brother and his wife stopped by for a minute. nothing was mentioned about the enema. I got rid of them ASAP then continued fixing the enema bag.

I gave my daughter a very nice, slow enema that night....we kind of knew it would be the last one she would ever get from daddy.....I miss those days!

I am absent for the other when I take an enema so:

I close the curtains, the phone, the computer except zity.

On December 26th 1999. when I was taking an enema, A big disaster arrive in the north of France ( very strong wind) so have to stop my enema in case of problem.

. . . . just as I am about to fill the bag there was a knock on the door. her eyes grew very wide. I just said "shit" and threw the empty bag in the cabinet under the sink. my brother and his wife stopped by for a minute. nothing was mentioned about the enema. I got rid of them ASAP then continued fixing the enema bag. . . .

. . . and that is why you never let anyone into your house without calling first and you have the guests wait in the entrance foyer until the person they expect to see is ready for them.

You can always ignore the door bell or the knock on the door.

Some funny experiences of enema interruptions as well as some good advice on how to prevent getting interrupted.

@hoser10_inch_nozzle got interrupted multiple times while getting one from a nurse in the hospital by the physical therapists. (Post 67)

This is a repeat but, yes, I’ve been interrupted:

I was home alone one afternoon and decided on a quiet series of enemas. “Me time”, they call it. I knew I had the house to myself for several hours. I prepared the first enema, took my position on the bathroom floor fully nude, inserted the nozzle, opened the clamp, and began my deep breathing as I felt myself being filled. As I moved to my back and looked up it appeared I’d taken about 3/4 of the enema. There was some cramping but massaging my belly was relieving that. Suddenly I heard the doorbell. I grabbed my phone because we have a security doorbell with a camera in it that we can monitor on our phones. It also allows you to speak to whoever is at your door. I could see it was a delivery guy. I told him to just leave the package and I’d come out for it later. “Sorry, sir. Signature required”. I asked him again to just leave it but his orders were firm. I had to sign for it. Now it occurs to me I’m lying on the floor with a tube in my ass and a belly full of sudsy water arguing with “Mr. Efficiency”. So I clamped the tubing, removed the nozzle, wiped ,grabbed the gym shorts I’d been wearing and slipped into them and a t-shirt while doing my best to keep my ass cheeks clenched. I walked stiff-legged to the front door and opened it. The delivery guy hands me the electronic signature thing and I grabbed it so quickly it startled him. Now he recognizes me and realizes my boss is a friend of his and he wants to chat about it. The cramping was killing me and I could feel the warm liquid beginning to leak from between my ass cheeks, cooling as it ran down my leg. I can’t imagine what my facial expression must have been and now I could begin to smell what was leaking out of me. I imagine he could too. I mumbled something about being in a hurry to get back to my project and he sticks his hand out. I reluctantly reached out past the doorway for the handshake and that’s when my bowels let go. I slammed the door in his face and ran like hell toward the bathroom splattering enema sauce the entire distance. So, a day I’d planned to enjoy with a couple of enemas, a couple beers, and a good book turned out to be a day of mopping, scrubbing, laundering, opening every window in the house, and emptying about a half can of air freshener.

@Darth - “Enema sauce”!!!! new one…never heard it before. LOL (The phrase, NOT the situation!)

If I am taking an enema, I will not answer the phone or door. However, on one occasion I was nearly finished, I had taken about 80 percent of the 2 quart bag when my cell phone rang. Normally I wouldn’t even look at let alone answer it but at that time my parents both had health issues and it was the nursing home calling. I answered it, removed the nozzle and did my best to hold it while at the same time trying to get the nurse off the phone. When I could hold it no longer and was almost in tears from the intense cramping, I mumbled that we had a poor connection and I would call back.

I'm not remembering ever being interrupted during an enema, sex yes, but not when an enema was also involved. I guess we either planned well or just ignored any outside interruption. A knock on the door or a ringing phone can be ignored. People can always return or they call back or we called them.

Even when the kids were at home. We planned to do them when they were sleeping, in bed. It was not something we wanted to get caught in the middle of doing. As giving my sub an enema usually meant he would be fucking me.

As a teen, home alone and had just hooked myself up to the bag, began the flow and got a good amount in when the kitchen phone rang. Figuring it must be someone my parents had wanted to call and check on me because I was home alone, I felt it best to answer and sure enough it was my aunt! So when she asked, “what are you doing?"… I felt guilty; like she somehow knew I there holding up the enema bag with the douche tip up butt! Funny how I never forgot that!

I had a couple of minor interruptions during my enema session today. I had not had a chance for an enema for a week and a half or so and was ready for a good cleanout. My wife said I could probably do so but she had to leave for PT and errands. My wife is aware of my use of enemas and encourages me to do so but she is not fond of giving them to me. So did tell me my son could be returning home for lunch. So I started my session doing a cleansing enema which was later followed by a rinse and then a coffee enema. My wife returned home and I told her I was going to do a final rinse enema which I did. However, as I was lying on my bed holding my 3 quart rinse, my wife texted me that my son was home for lunch I had the doors to my bedroom and attached bathroom locked so I just continued to hold my enema hoping my son would soon leave. Soon my enema was getting insistent to come out so I decided to go let it out in the shower so my son downstairs would not hear sounds of me releasing in the toilet. I think my son may suspect I do enemas as he has sometimes come home when I am engaged in a series and I say I am just getting ready for a shower. So I let out my enema and showered off. When I get out there is a knock on the door and it is my daughter who said she decided to stop by for a visit. I told her that I just got out of the shower and will be out shortly. I then had to dash around and clean up and stow my enema gear which was lying all over the bathroom. I finally got things put away and got dressed so I could go out of the bathroom to visit with her. By then my son had left after his lunch. Some days it is just hard to get an enema in without interruptions! LOL.

I was in highschool (16 or 17 yrs old) I was playing with some friends from our church. One of the girls fell and broke her arm. I felt terrible about it. After her parents took her to the hospital I went home. My parents were out and not due to return for several hours, so I decided to indulge myself with some enemas. I was taking my second or third enema when I heard the phone ring. I had just finished emptying the 2 quart bag into my colon. The nearest phone to the bathroom was in my parents bedroom. I ran in there with two very warm quarts of water sloshing around inside me.

It was the parents of the girl who broke her arm. They wanted to let me know that Linda was doing fine, that I was not to blame, and all was well. As they are giving me the news, the urge to expell was growing more and more urgent. I was standing naked in my parents carpeted bedroom trying to have a normal conversation on the phone with people we knew well from church and school holding a two quart enema. It was brutal. I don't know how I managed to hold it, but I did. At the end of the conversation, I was never so happy to hang up a phone in my life. I waddled back to the toilet as quickly as I could. I made it, somehow. Of course after emptying my bowel I quickly refilled a couple of more times.

As an adult, I was never interrupted, but as a child I remember my mother giving the enemas and being interrupted by my father entering the room to look for something, or needing to help a brother who was crying, sometimes the phone would ring. It was always distressing when I had to wait for my mother to come back with the enema coming into me. The impression it gave was that the hose was going to fall and the biggest mess would happen.

Shortly after our grandmother taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. My sister and I were swapping enemas with one another on a dreary afternoon when our brother walked in on us. It was a rainy day and his school practice was canceled due to rain, therefore he got home much earlier than expected. He knew we had started giving each other enemas, but hadn’t had the opportunity to participate, because of his after-school activities. Nonetheless, my sister and I still about jumped out of our skin when he walked through the bathroom door. It’s not like mom didn’t know what we were doing, she did to a point. She thought we were giving ourselves enemas. But hadn’t realized we were giving each other enemas. And that was the weird part, because she along with our aunts, started letting us participate in giving enemas to one another when we went into double digits under their supervision.

Then as preteens, at the onset of puberty, she had our grandmother (a retired nurse) go over it with us again, only in more detail. It was a common practice in the fifties and sixties for moms to stop giving their kids enemas (especially boys) as they reached puberty due to the sexual overtones from enemas. And that was the primary reason we were taught to do our own enemas. So, mom knew we gave ourselves enemas. What she hadn’t realized was that we’d started giving each other enemas, shortly after being responsible for ourselves. At the time, my siblings and I didn’t think twice about it. First off, we didn’t like doing enemas solo. And second, she and our aunts let us give one another enemas under their supervision. And that’s the funny part, because from what we could tell, she never picked up on it or just didn’t say anything.

Most of my enemas were and are administered between the hours of 8AM to about 11 AM.

It was not and still is not uncommon to be getting my enema or having my rectal temperature taken and a telemarketer calls.

Handing the phone to me my caregiver stops what she’s doing while I explain my circumstance when I lament, “ Can you call back in say 5 or so minutes? I’m getting my temperature taken. And being I’m talking to you, I suppose you can guess where the thermometer is!”

Or it is, “I’d love to talk but I’m in the middle of an enema right now!”

Sometimes my caregiver will answer and give the response. Whether it’s me or her, the caller might go, ”Oooh!” or say, “I’m sorry!” or as often happens, an immediate hang up!

My SO went to play tennis. I started to give myself an enema when suddenly she returned. I did not hear the chime for an open door as the TV was on in the bedroom. She walked in on me mid enema. She looked at me laying on the floor with the nozzle in my anus, turned around with a disgusted look on her face and walked out. She never mentioned this episode again. I am more careful now.