What psychological aspect of your enema ritual particularly turns you on?

What is the particular part of your enema ritual, now or from childhood, other than physical stimulation, that most heightens your arousal? I am thinking of the image you might hold in your mind when trying to arouse yourself or, perhaps, reach orgasm. What gives you an immediate twinge "down there?" Extra credit for for lots of prurient detail and elaboration!

WillyNilly, could you give some examples to clarify the concept?

I understand it as a fetish within another fetish.

For me, the non-physical aspects of an enema that turn me on th most are the dominant woman, mother or role-playing wife, taking charge, telling me she is going to give me an enema, preparing the enema, seeing the wet, bulging enema bag, and being told what to do. The verbal stimuli are probably the most intense - "Willy, go get ready, I am going to give you an enema." "You can keep on your t-shirt, take off your pants and underpants." "Lie down on your back with your knees bent and feet wide apart." "Relax now, I am going to give you a quick rectal exam before I insert the enema tip."

Excite me a lot, the "vulnerability" of who will receive an enema.

I hate to come across as such a simpleton, but I enjoy the enema for the sheer pleasure that it is.

Years ago it could and would arouse me, but that hasn't happened in a long time.

I just simply enjoy an enema, much as I enjoy a latte in the afternoon and/or some good bourbon at night.

Almost every aspect of taking or giving an enema to a woman partner is erotic and stimulating. We enjoy just the simple pleasure of insertion, filling and retention, but that usually makes us extremely aroused and the sexual enjoyment of having an enema kicks in. We also really enjoy D/s play with enemas among other kinks, and I can tell you that being in a sub role with a dominant woman ordering me to do various kinky sexual things for her and with her including being "forcibly" given an enema by her is extremely arousing and exciting. I posted another detailed discussion here today about this experience one night, but the short version is that one night she dressed me totally in rubber and sneakers, tied me up and gave me two enemas, "forcing" me to give her orgasms before she'd let me have one or before she'd let me release the enema. I'll never forget that as long as I live!

I guess you could call it a psychological aspect, but the main thing is the feeling of success when I get that clear return.

Maybe there is a psychology in the retention. Knowing that you are in a fight with a bag of soap, water and Epsom Salt to retain control of one of your most basic bodily functions. It's a fight you know you can only lose and not giving up the fight until you just have to is in many ways satisfying!!

Being a visual person, I think the one thing that conjures up a psychological turn on for me is the sight of enema equipment (particularly equipment I'm about to use) and of the space where the enema is to be administered. Think about it. The arcane appearance of a double balloon nozzle; the slithery invasive personality of a colon tube glistening with lube; the six foot length of tubing that will carry quart after quart of warm enema solution into your bowels....and the bag....bulging with solution that you know is more than you can take, soapsuds cascading down the outside. Then the nest you have prepared of warm towels and a pillow, the container of lubricant to smooth the way, the tissues to clean the excess and the short walk to the toilet and the ultimate relief you seek.

All of these things work together to create a real psychological "turn on" in my mind and make every enema experience new and exciting.

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

Not an easy answer, as I get, and give enemas for several different reasons. When giving, it is the sight of my partner lying naked on the bed, or on the exam table, feet in stirrups, with the nozzle or outer balloon of the dbl balloon peeking from her rosebud. I love the smell of the bag bulging with Ivory suds, and watching that bag deflate as I imagine the soapy water flowing deep into her. I love masturbating her to help her hold it, and squeezing her dark nipples as she struggles to take that last of four quarts

If I am receiving, it starts with her saying, "Get undressed! I am going to give you an enema!" I can hear the water running into the pitcher in the bathroom, sometimes the splashing as she dissolves the Ivory in the hot water. Then, the sight of her entering the room holding the bulging bag...thinking about feeling it filling me. Sometimes, she is wearing her nurse's uniform, sometimes, she, too, is totally naked. I get really aroused in that case, because I know what is coming once I'm full. The pinnacle experience is when she enters naked with TWO bags. Either way, she hangs it on the IV pole, lubes me thoroughly, then says, "Take a deep- breath and exhale slowly, while you push out gently." If she will be joining me on the bed, as soon as she inserts the nozzle and inflates the balloons, she hands me her nozle and the lube. She bends over in easy reach and I lube her, and insert/inflate hers. She climbs in next to me and we roll into an embrace, each holding the other's clamp. We open the clamps, and begin activities that make us forget the water flowing into us...then an activity which helps the enemas work way up inside. Finally, we just lay there, enjoying the full feelings as cramps build.

If she has her uniform on, then I just enjoy the lubing, the insertion, and feelings as hot soapy water fills me to the point of hurts-so-good pain. She usually massages my abdomen, and frequently massages another part, giggling as her massage results in it spewing a fountain. Sometimes, she removes her uniform and straddles me, letting the fountain become either a douche or an enema.

The psychological aspects of either receiving or administering an enema are at least equally important as are the physical. Mental preparation that begins hours, or even days, ahead of an enema session is essential to reaching the ultimate emotional state that many of us desire. Most of us recall the thoughts and feelings that followed our being told in advance that we will be receiving an enema. Those feelings probably vary from person to person and may range from anxiety to arousal but probably not indifference. Before a single tube is inserted, my mind has already envisioned equipment being retrieved from a particular place of storage, towels, soap, and lube being set out and the location where the enema session will happen prepared. The more advanced notice, the greater the emotional build up and thus the more intense the enema experience.

Without any doubt the feeling of absolute vulnerability and submission while my e-giver looks closely and handles my most intimate parts. It's perfect indeed when I know that also my giver gets aroused in doing it to me.

Foremost it is the enema bag. A filled red open top enema bag evokes early memories - even though my earliest enemas were from a latex douche bag - of the love/hate emotions that the prospect of being given an enema produced.

That gravid red bag encapulates the entire spectrum of arousal. The nozzle or tube, the prepared area, the nudity and the insertion and flow contribute but without "an enema bag that looks like an enema bag" those elements fail to compensate.

I've had three quart hot water style bags that would pucker when full, including the well made Paris model, none of them "did it" for me. The less expensive ones wore out and I sold the Paris bag some years ago.

I also tried the plastic hospital style bags, but they left me unmoved.

Everything!!!

It seems to me that the true fetishistic aspect of enemas relates to the equipment. The enema/douche bag and the nozzle are the objects that I've really been attached to since childhood (pun not intended). This is certainly a significant psychological aspect, as most fetishistic attachment is.

The nozzle, as it is slid into my anus, always provides a sudden and intense feeling. When it reaches the prostate, the immediate reaction can be almost overwhelming. My heart rate and respiration increases as the adrenaline rush causes blood to flow to all the right places. That it is usually a black douche nozzle, similar to the one on mom's enema bag, only takes me back to those memorable times.

The enema bag, with it's solution ready to invade my bowels, appears to be challenging me at the outset. Whether tap water, or soapsuds, it will bring on it's own sensations as it floods my deepest recesses. Maybe just warm wonderful pressure on my prostate, or intense cramps that cause me to clamp down harder on the nozzle, it doesn't really matter. When I've succeeded in taking enough, my reward is nigh. My mom, or a nurse, might just tell me how good I've been to take my enema. If it is someone who truly understands my needs, the happiest of endings may well be forthcumming.

I recall sitting with my sister one day when mom came through the door carrying the enema bag. "Why do you have the enema bag?" my sister asked. "Grandma and I are going to give you a little enema because you haven't gone to the bathroom" was my mom's reply to my sister. I was relieved that it wasn't my turn but then jealous at the attention she got. My voyeuristic tendencies caused great emotions and excitement as I intently watched the preparations. It was only when the door was closed in my face, that I really felt dejected that I wouldn't see her enema to it's ultimate conclusion.

Psychologically, I may have been ruined for life. I watch videos and read stories all in hopes of seeing that most wonderful ending that we all long for. In the meantime, I just enjoy that simple procedure for those simple pleasures.

Feeling the warm solution as it begins to fill me is the most arousing moment. No question!

As a giver and not a receiver it's entirely different for me.

The view and the total trust and submission required is a turn on

I have to be careful not to betray that trust and to show gratitude and respect..

I think after you have been doing this for a while with your partner, trust has nothing to do with it and submission probably has nothing to do with it either unless the enema is part of a bigger scene. I could be the DOMINANT one and say GIVE ME AN ENEMA and make me cum a few times.

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Most of the time when my husband and I give each other enemas, it is because we enjoy them.

Occasionally they are part of a bigger S&M scene where things like the retention time, position or the recipe is not under the control of the receiver.

Anything and everything about enemas: the word, the Sears catalogs from childhood, the display windows in every Rexall pharmacy in the world, the happy discoveries in friends/neighbors/relatives bathrooms. The best, and this is psychological: apparent maternal approval when expelling the enema, probably "that's a good boy." This is a partially-repressed memory, but most of childhood was based on verbal abuse: "you'll never amount to anything," "you'll only be a garbage man (or rag-picker" etc. A woman who was probably a victim herself, but also likely schizophrenic. But to encounter some rare kind of approval involving enemas: "the die was cast," for seven decades, with one willing partner showing up late in the game. I suspect most people have some trigger somewhere, good bad or indifferent. Mine happens to be enemas. (I know a former nun who left the convent in her middle age. Her trigger is some hideous living room lamp that cost more than my father's first house. Her entire universe revolves around that lamp. For me, I'll take enemas.)

For me, it's both hearing and using the word "enema" throughout the entire process. Mom used the word frequently while she was mixing the soapy water, syringing me with the bulb, and inspecting the results. Later, after I graduated to the family bag, she'd tell me how much I needed a good enema, how good I would feel after the enema, and how everyone needs an enema once in while as she held the nozzle firmly in place and filled me to the bursting point. When I started taking solo enemas and masturbating in my early teens, it was using the word "enema" during the fantasy playing out in my mind that always took me over the edge. Only two women, other than mom, have given me enemas and they both quickly discovered a most effective way to induce an intensely satisfying ejaculation - use the word "enema" in just about every sentence while giving me an enema and slowly stroking me. Now that I'm in my 60's and enemas are a solo affair again, it takes a good enema along with a fantasy that incorporates the word "enema" frequently to get me over the top.

Also mid 60's here, and going currently solo, with medication-induced ED and orgasmic dysfunction. I'll tell you that to induce orgasm, I usually have an intense fantasy going which, aside from my other kinks, includes a Domme talking to me about either the enema she's giving me or the one I'll get if I don't orgasm soon.

The aspect of enemas mom gave me was the embarrassment of mom seeing my brown hole as she spread my cheek and knowing that see watched the black tube slide into my fanny. Mom used a bulb so there were multiple insertions and each one was embarrassing to me.

As grew older enemas became more sexual as I enjoyed the insertions and the soft gurgling sound the syringe made when mom filled it and slowly emptied it into me several times.

My embarrassment grew as my aunt or sisters would witness my enema. Looking back on my childhood I think enemas were embarrassing but at the same time a sexual turn on. That is probably the main reason I love enemas today.

Certainly the embarrasment of being totally dependent on another! The feeling of being vunerabel, the insertions!

Maybe it's that, when I am in position, with that applicator inside me, and I crack the valve, I'm, for one of the few times in my world, totally vulnerable!

Visual is what embeds this sensory experience. As I lie in bed with anticipation, my insides bound up and needing relief, my husband or nurse the enters the room and carries the bag to my bedside and hangs it on a stand above my hips. The bright yellow fountain syringe is bulging and full to the brim. As the bag is hung gently on a hook, some of the soapy solution overflows and cascades down the side. The white hose attached with a glass connector to a soft, flexible rectal tube that will carry the warm solution into my body temporarily encircles the syringe. Several inches of the rectal tube glisten with a lubricating jell. I'm left alone for a few moments as my husband or nurse finds a bath towel or Chux pad to place under me. As I lie there waiting, looking up and soon to be gently and lovingly controlled, my deepest senses are active. The stage is set; the curtain will rise; the show will begin. Relief is just two quarts away. The psychological effects have consumed me. I know of no other scenario exactly like this. It transports me into another world.

The feeling of submission. Just giving up

My experience was mostly as an observer... it seemed like every one around me got enemas and I always somehow felt left out! My thrill is not for getting or giving it is the knowledge that an enema is to be given to some one... or a big turn on is seeing a still wet bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door and wondering ... who got it! Probably not your average enema experience. I have this fetish but do not own an enema and have no real desire to have or give one... I just want to watch....

No doubt the mental imagery and imprinting of the intense emotions during the anticipation and preparation of my enema combined with the inevitable surrender to it are the biggest turn-on.

No doubt the mental imagery and imprinting of the intense emotions during the anticipation and preparation of my enema combined with the inevitable surrender to it are the biggest turn-on.

You make a wonderful point about the inevitable "surrender" to an enema. We all ultimately surrender to the ways of an enema!

Deb

I get butterflys from thinking about a nurse,who I don't know, coming to my bedside to give me an enema that will embarrass me by making me struggle to take the full amount she has prepared for me,and making me have an accident as a result...

Imprinted in my mind is the ritual that my Mother used when deciding to give me an enema. Mom was very loving and a bit forceful at the same time. She would have the Rexall Victoria combination syringe filled before she called me to come into bathroom. The sight of the bulging bag in Mom's hands with the red tubing wrapped around her arm stimulated feelings that even today makes me blush. I can tell you one thing.... It was very exciting to know what Mom was about to do to me.