The Ivory Touch

Trying to interest my spouse has always been a difficulty, but recently, things began to change.

We were at the local pharmacy, and I happened to go down the soaps aisle, and saw, sitting there lonely on the shelf a six-pack of Ivory Soap. I could not believe it at first, then picked it up, expecting a totally different smell. I lucked out, it the old, original Ivory, with its unique aroma. I grabbed the six-pack and put it in the cart. My spouse looked at it and said, "God, I haven't smelled that in years, and then only over my mother's lap. What do you want that for?"

I answered that I liked Ivory, used to use it in the shower for years, and said little else.

Later, at home, as she was unpacking the groceries, she threw the Ivory to me, telling me to put it up in the 2nd floor bathroom closet. No problem, i responded, smiling smugly.

That evening, she decided to turn in early, unusual for her. When I came up later, she looked at me, and asked, "Would you really mind giving me an enema? With the ivory soap?"

"Of course, if that is what you want?" I replied, and headed for the closet to get a bar of soap, and then to bathroom to prepare her the enema. When I came out of the bath, with the bag in hand, and the hose over my arm, she nearly orgasm-ed then and there. i used the old bag and hose belonging to her mother, red Madison bag, red hose, and black nozzle. her eyes said she was in heaven. She took every drop, then ran for the bathroom, nozzle and hose still connected to her.

Twenty minutes later, she returned. i expected a thanks and good night, but she had that same bag in her hand and it was my turn. We had one hell of a night, taking turns, and the orgasms were simply amazing. Now, we do it at least twice a week (Will need to replace the Ivory soon, though).

Sometimes things just happen for the right reasons.

Wow the act of buying the ivory soap at the pharmacy with your wife beside you brought up the thought in your mind and her's of how you both used to be given enemas a child. What made it easy for you was that your wife asked to be given an enema. The finale was that you did not ask for an enema but she wanted to give you an enema. Wish I could have my wife ask me to give her an enema and she in turn give me one without me asking.

Hello Jackinbx,

That smell of the original Ivory Soap can never be forgotten. It brings back the memories of mom giving me enemas during the 1940s and 1950s. Ivory Soap will always have that distinct smell when in contact with the real rubber enema bags of the day, not to say its smell with the poop as you expel that 2 quart 3H enema.

Got to love it,

~ Jules ~

Her acknowledgement about ivory and enemas was pure luck. I did like to use Ivory soap for years, but it was usually gone from the shelves, and like most, I guess, I went to something else. We had not really discussed enemas, other than cursorily, usually when all the laxative ads came on TV. Even then, it was more of either of us quickly saying that it made no sense to make the whole body react when a simple enema was enough in most cases. We were both brought up in a time when that was so common.

I love it! 😄

So Ivory Soap is the perfect catalyst to get a reluctant spouse in the right frame of mind.

I'm going to run down to my corner drugstore tomorrow and buy a six pack and see if I can replicate you results

Congratulations on your good fortune. I wouldn't have believed it could be so easy. 😉

Life goes on. The store where I bought the fist 6-pack now sells it regularly--apparently others asked about it as well, so the tore manager now makes sure he has some on the shelves.

Allie's post describes my own feelings about Ivory soap. Just the scent of Ivory reminds me of my childhood enemas. Ivory was the only soap that my Mom used for enemas. We used another brand for bathing, so when I got a whiff of Ivory soap I knew I was going to be syringed.

I love the smell of Ivory soap, I have for as long as I can remember. Mom always used Ivory soap when she gave me enemas and even as a child and teenager I found the same soap being used to wash my mouth out, I can't say I liked the taste of it, but I love the smell. As an adult I continue to use Ivory soap in my enemas, the scent takes me back to my childhood.

Check my screen name and it tells what you need to know about Ivory and me.

For me, there is no question about it--Ivory smells like an enema should. It was I grew up with and to this day the scent of Ivory can mean only one thing.

It was the scent of the Ivory soap that brought back an absolute flood of memories for me of some long forgotten experiences. And scent memories are some of the most powerful sensory memories we retain. I have written about this in a different thread. But the memories it brings back are not ones of "hating" the enema as a child, but as one of the most pleasant memories of receiving enemas from my mom.

Not to derail the thread too much, but just the other day I was recalling back when Marilyn Chambers (RIP) was the ivory snow girl. Just for giggles I checked to see what a box of ivory snow with her picture on it was going for on a popular auction site. The buy it now was $400. Man, I don't think a box of ivory snow went for much more than $4 back in the day.

I bet they are regretting not hanging onto a few pallets of the boxes with her picture now!

Mom's soapy enemas of a little too much Ivory soap in water that was a little too warm is what ultimately led me here. The smell of Ivory soap and that heavy smell of rubber was an integral part of the ritual. Add some Vaseline and a black bakelite nozzle to the picture to complete the memory...

Ivory is not my favorite. Maybe because mom did not use Ivory during my formative years. I remember Ivory being in the soap dish near the tub but for enemas I remember only plain warm water. If she sometimes used Ivory, it must have been a light mix, and only after plain warm water did not produce the desired result. Years later I read Ivory was the most common soap used for enemas, so I bought some to try. I found it to be effective as an enema but more harsh than the castile soap I had become accustomed to using. But Ivory sure does work. I can see why it was used as often as it was.

Always a great smell

Mom always used Ivory on me. I still use it today with the same fantastic results. Use to be able to do 4 quarts... now only good for 2-3. But I keep trying.

Ivory was always used by my mother. You could almost smell it in the enema Bag.

Just yesterday, my wife and I were watching early morning TV in bed when suddenly the news station we were watching had this short segment on household items you never see anymore. Two of the items caught our eyes. First, was the old style dishwashing gloves, these were yellow, and the news person mentioned how thick they felt wearing them. The second item was a bar of ivory soap.

The three network news people doing the piece, two young men and an older woman seemed to enjoy seeing some of the items; there were about 10-12 in all. The younger people had seen the gloves before but not most of the other things. The woman, though was commenting on each as they went along. When she said the Ivory soap was well-used in her house, we both got excited at the same time, looking toward each other, we knew was was going to happen next.

"You need an enema", was all she said as she rose from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Within minutes, she was back, and the old smells of the ivory soap we now kept in the closet, and the other smell--of the rubber from the enema bag, filled the air, and both of us were breathing heavily.

"Turn over, and get those shorts down" she ordered. IO complied. Then she reached for the lube we kept by the bed and put some on her fingers, rubbing it along my crack and then into me, giving my prostate a run for its money as well. Removing her fingers, she shoved the tube where the fingers had been, raised the bag, and started the flow.

In a few , she reached over toward my stomach and started gently rubbing in circles, going lower each time until she reached my dick. it was at full attention by this time. "We'll worry about him a bit later," she added. "Right now, let's get you cleaned out good." Saying that, she raised the bag even further. I looked quickly, and it was about half done, I thought. She looked as well and raised it even further. It took only a minute or two more before the gurgling told us the bag was empty.

Snapping the clamp on the tube closed, my wife up the bag on the beg and leaned over toward he, saying, "Let's give it a few minutes to make it work. Otherwise, I might have to give you another, even bigger one." I knew what that meant. Often, if I can't hold the water, the next enema might be two bags and that begins to really hurt.

I lay there for probably a minute or two, and then charged for the bathroom, taking the bag and hose, still connected to me to prevent leaks. Got to the toilet just in time. The smell was both awful and wonderful. The Ivory gets me every time. I sat, taking in the smells, and looking at the now-deflated bag and hose in the sink where I had placed them, and wanted to finish quickly to get back to the bedroom before I came in the toilet.

More later. Thanks for reading.

When my ex-wife introduced me to enema play many years ago, she followed the "rules" given to her by an older woman friend who, by her own account, was deeply into dom/sub gaming with her own husband. The woman became something of a mentor to the "ex", insofar as spicing up bedroom romp was concerned. Some of the things she suggested were not for us, but what I'll call "Obedience Training by Stern Dom Mommy Using the Enema as Her Main Instrument of Authority" (mouthful!) quickly became a favorite. The formula for what went into the bag -- or bowl, if she opted to use the bulb -- was a rich solution of Ivory bar soap in water a few degrees above internal body temperature. I emphasize bar soap, because liquid detergent was available back then under the Ivory label (and may still be -- not sure about that). I don't need to convince anyone who's familiar with Ivory that it's pungent, with an unmistakable scent, even dry in the wrapper; in solution, it only becomes more intense. I quickly associated the unique Ivory scent with "Mean Mommy's" enemas, and one whiff of it even today, twenty-plus years later, sends me into delicious remembrances and triggers a longing for more, more, more. Post-divorce, a year or so after our parting, I met a nurse who was anal-erotic almost to obsession, with the giving and receiving of enemas high on her list. She insisted on using liquid castile soap, but it wasn't quite the same as having that cloudy Ivory solution effuse its intoxicating scent into the room. Not a particularly pleasant scent, but one that was powerfully missed when it wasn't there.

I "inherited" a quantity of ivory soap bars. These were used in drawers to keep away mice and insects I guess and not for the use we associate it with. I on the other hand have used them for the purpose we like. The smell and slight burn are definitely exciting and the results are quite effective in a purgative sense. Long live the Ivory bars!

Like Vito, I also 'inherited' multiple bars of the older formula of IVORY, 96 to be exact. I had elderly neighbors who were always stocked up on things in excess. This was back in 98, and using it in the shower as well as for Enemas, it was all gone in a few years' time since it dissolves so quickly. Only problem was it does not mix well with our city water and leaves a scum on everything.

Dan

You got it the ivory touch is the way to go. Nice and pure ivory all the way!

Wow... that brings back some old memories, I remember as a child, maybe 10 years old, being called into the bathroom and hit the aroma of the Ivory soap. Directed to come over to where Mom was sitting, I could see the warm milky white water in the sink, along with a bar of Ivory soap, and a red enema bulb, floating in it.. Laugh, a dead give-away of what was coming next...

Like so many in this thread, just the smell of Ivory soap gives me that familiar yearning to be on my left side with the hot soapy water filling me. I love taking 3 qts of Ivory suds, mixed until the water looks like milk. The stronger the better, and always more than two qts.

Certainly the nostalgic odor of a warm ivory soap mixture together with the unmistakable smell of rubber triggers pleasant childhood enema memories for many of us here. But I've since moved on and have found a touch of Dr. Bronner's Peppermint provides a thoroughly relaxing and stimulating cleanse. And it's so much easier to prepare compared to melting bar soap. The memories of mom's soapy bulb and bag enemas will always be with me though.

I feel that there is no better soap to use in enemas. Really gets the job done and such a great cleaning out soap to use.

The aroma of the warm rubber and Ivory soap and warm water... WOW!!

I love the smell o Ivory and rubber in the morning....it smells like VICTORY!

Growing up there was only one thing Ivory got used for and that was a good enema. Walking into the bathroom hours later that odor would linger although the bag drying on the towel rack was the usual giveaway that somebody, usually one of my sisters, had gotten a good cleaning out.

It was the same in my house when I was younger. The Ivory soap was only use for enemas, nothing else. We used another brand for bathing. If I got a whiff of Ivory soap I knew I would soon be called into the bathroom for a good syringing.