How to get her/him to share t… | The Ivory Touch 2/2

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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.

jackinbx

I can still vividly recall my first enema with Ivory Soap. While my mom usually gave me just plain water, on one particular day she decided to 'up it a notch or two."

Mom was in the bathroom with my younger sister and I decided to look through the keyhole of the door to see what was going on. She was sitting on a chair and my sister was over her lap. In one hand Mom held her enema bag higher and it was obvious from the squirming of my sister that she was getting an enema.

I never heard the back door open and the first I knew of the lady next door in our house was a tap on my shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled. From inside, my mom asked what was going on.

"You son Jack was looking through the keyhole, that's all."

"OK. I will be finished in a minute or two and then will come out. Make sure he stays in the house."

"Sure will," the next door lady replied.

In about five minutes, out came mom, closing the bathroom door behind her.

"Now what is this all about?" she asked us both sitting at the dining room table.

"Jack, were you looking through the keyhole and watching me give your sister an enema?"

"Yes, Ma'am", I answered quietly.

"Well then, young man, i think after she is finished it will be your turn. Go to your room. I will call you when i am ready."

I went quickly to my room, but heard Mom and the other lady talking as I went up the stairs slowly.

"Miriam (That was her name), how about you stay to witness the punishment as well. In fact, how about you help with his boy's enema. He is going to get one he will not soon forget."

They both laughed. In about an hour later, I heard Mom calling for me to come down.

The two women were standing at the door of the bathroom. The door was open and I could see Mom had hung the red bag on a hook on the wall. The tube was wrapped over the bag.

"Get in here, NOW!" yelled Mom, and get those clothes off.

I ran into the bathroom and quickly took everything off. Mom sat in the chair, put a towel over her lap, and told me to lay over the towel.

When I did, she started slapping my butt HARD. had to be a whole bunch of times. I could feel my ass getting sorer and sorer, until I yelled.

The other lady grabbed the enema bag tube and some hand cream and scooped out some onto a finger, then spread my cheeks and ran the finger way up an wiggled it around and then took it out, replacing it with the enema tube. Mom opened the clamp, then put her foot over my legs so I could not get up.

I felt the hot water and smelled Ivory Soap. As it started to burn, I realized this was not my usual enema. It just kept on pouring into me. I started to wiggle around, but her foot and her hand on my back kept me in place.

"This is for looking through at your sister and me, Jack. Ivory soap burns, doesn't it? Well, every time you get out of line from now on, this is what you get. The bag is full of soapy hot water. Maybe you will think twice about doing something like this again." Then, the two women laughed. It was embarrassing.

Mom removed the bag from the hook and held it higher, the water went in even faster I was getting cramps, finally it stopped and she let me up. I went in a rush over to the toilet -- just made it before everything inside me came out.

The next door lady went home a while later, but Mom stayed to wash out the bag and hose, then hang it over the curtain on the bathtub.

"Don't do something like that again boy, it might be even worse," she said before leaving me, then turned to add, "Go to your room until I tell you you can come out."

I finished in the bathroom, went to my room and lay there thinking about what had happened. I certainly would not get caught again, but I sure got interested in the smell of that enema. I would figure out how to get another one soon, and did.

Have loved Ivory Soap ever since.

Moppys jalopy

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My mom was a nurse and usually gave plain water but I did see her cutting a bar of Ivory into strips then loading them in an enema bag. She filled it with water then shook it until frothy. Luckily one of my siblings was constipated but I can remember the smell to this day. There is something about getting a pitcher full of frothy suds then pouring it into a bag and giving a good enema. I love the whole procedure.

givesenemas2fems

I'm from the UK and my mother, a nurse, used to prepare the solution in the kitchen by boiling water and shaving a huge bar of castile soap into the pot.

It melted at once and the odor, probably different from Ivory, would bring my sister rushing to the kitchen, begging Mum not to give her an enema.

She was the only one to get weekly enemas, and always naked across mum's lap.

The fluid was very thick and i doubt it would have flowed from a bag, but mum always used a Higginson syringe, and it didn't seem to be a problem.

The bathroom door was never closed so i got to see the enemas if i was home at the time.

For some reason my being there didn't upset my sister in the least.

But i do have to admit the whole procedure was exciting to me, to say the least.

gboy

My Mom always used Ivory Bar Soap in the soapsuds enemas she gave me when I was growing up in the late 40's thru early 60's. The only other soap that was used was green liquid medicinal soap that my Grandmother used in the enemas I got as part of a "Spring Cleaning" during the Easter holidays. My Mom also saved the partly used bars of Ivory to make soap sticks that she used on me when she had run out of glycerin suppositories.

miami17

I love the smell of Ivory Soap! It always cleans me out!

novnot01a

My Mom was the promoter of ivory soap. When I was 14 and hadn't had an enema from her since I was a toddler. I was home sick with the Flu and very constipated. She suggested laxatives and suppositories and I said "How about an enema?" She said an enema would work right away. I believe she wanted to use the expewrience to teach me how to give myself an enema. While in the bathroom getting it ready she was making up the soapy water in a bowl. She told me you always want to use ivory soap. I asked, does it have to be soapy water, and she said it is the soap that make you go.

Fast forward to present day. My equipment preference is a hospital plastic bucket rocovered from my last hospital stay for surgery. Making up the enema in the bucket with ivory saop is extremely convenient and easy. No need for a separate container or pouring in a bag. The water can be as soapy as you want it.