Words and phrases heard during an enema

“not much more to go”

“Just a little bit now”

“you'll feel a lot better later”

“Relax son”

Me - mum i need to go to the dunny

Mum - it's alright it'll be over soon

Me - quitely thinking it's gonna come out . . clenches, then a little audible gurgle squelching . . last remnant of soapy fluid squirts in as the gurgling subsides. . . mum lowering the douche can

Mum - “there, all done, that's better now isn't it ” . . she says reassuringly

Me - “Can I go now”

Mum - “In a couple of minutes son . . . . not long now"

Me - says nothing while thinking how I can disguise the stiffy from the warm soapy Enema as I feel some sticky clear fluid stretch out down to the towell under me

From my one time so far experience (some I actually said, some I thought of)

While receiving an enema:

While expelling the enema:

After expelling the enema and leaving my bathroom (the return trips to the toilet):

Pleading that “ Mom, I'm full and need to go. Her response was ” take deep breaths, your almost done.

Add more water, I'm not full yet!

Me: “Hold it in just a little longer, babe. Do you like holding the water in while I rub your clit?”

Her: “If you don't pull that out now, I'm gonna shit the bed!!”

These are the words that I remember saying to Mom and her saying to me when she gave me my first adult enema with a bag. I had been begging her for quite awhile to give me one. I even enlisted her Mother to help convince her to do it! But, finally one Saturday morning Mom decided to do it. She didn't have work that day and only she and I were at home. My brother had spent the night with a friend. She had already fixed the enema for me when she came into my bedroom to wake me, which she did… Then, after waking me, she pulled me into my bathroom where I saw the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe filled and waiting for me. I became embarrassed and left the room, hiding behind my closet door. This is when the conversation started.

Mom: "Mike, if you want me to give you this here adult enema that you have been asking for so long you had better get in here now! If you don't, I am going to take it down and if I do, do not ask me for another."

Me: “Ok, I am coming! Please don't take it down!”

Mom: “Get out of those shorts and kneel down if front of the commode, now!”

Me: “Ok! Thank you so much!"

Mom: “I am going to pull on you right bootie cheek.”

Me: “Why?”

Mom: “I've got to smear some Vaseline on you little hole… so it doesn't hurt when I put the nozzle into you!”

Me: “Ok!”

Me: “Mom, why are you sticking your finger into my Butt?”

Mom: “I've got to really grease the thing, Mike!”

Me: “Mom, that feels good!”

Mom: “You are one strange boy, Mike!”

Mom: “Ok, Mike, I am going to slide the nozzle in now!”

Me: “Ok! I love you!"

Mom: “Ok, it's in! I am going to start your first adult enema!”

Me: “Ok, I love you so much!”

Mom: “Do you feel the water? The bag doesn't seem to be going down any?”

Me: “Not really!”

Mom: “Mike, I am going to squeeze the bag, let me know if you feel anything?”

Me: “Mom, I feel it! I feel it! It feels so warm! Mom, I love it!”

Mom: “I can't believe you, son!”

Mom: “Ok, the bag is empty! How was it? I am going to take the nozzle out now!”

Me: “Great! I really like taking enemas from the bag so much more than I did when you gave them to me from that little red bulb!”

Mom: “Why?”

Me: “I loved continual flow of water… It felt so good!”

Mom: “Don't get up… you need to stay down in that knee chest position for at least 10 minutes. I am going into the kitchen and I will come back after 10 minutes are up!”

Me: “Ok! I love you so much! Thank you so much for finally giving me this enema!”

Mom: “I guess you are welcome… I'll be back… hold onto your enema, Mike… You hear me?"

Me: “Yes, Ma'am!”

Mom: “Ok, 10 minutes are up! Get up onto that chamber pot over there and let your enema out!”

Me: “Why do I have to sit on that pot? Can't I sit on the toilet?”

Mom: “No, Mike, you can't! I want to see if you really needed an enema today.”

Me: “Oh, ok! I love you this much!”

Mom: “Mike, you are one weird boy! Come get me when you have let it all out, ok? I will be in the living room!”

Me: “Ok! You are a very special Mother!”

With the women I administer them to, I always like to talk at the beginning, during, and after giving an enema. I believe it helps to establish the Dominant/submissive roles, in that I'm in charge, but in a nurturing and comforting manner. I usually start by establishing the need for an enema:

“ OK honey. Somebody obviously needs an enema right now; a good soapy warm water enema, don't you? Go on now, go to the bedroom while I get the enema bag, soap and water and lubricant and towels.” That gives her time to ponder what is coming, the anticipation period.

Then I move into taking control when I enter the bedroom: “OK, now undress, sweetie.” This underscores a D/s dynamic. I watch intimately while she undresses in front of me. Then I support her by saying “That's a good girl.” Again, underscoring the D/s.

“Come on now, this is for your own good, you know that. Bend over and spread your legs, sweetie; that's good, a little wider now.” And then I always say what is about to happen ….."OK, I have to grease up your bottom hole, sweetie, swirl it in there a little with my finger….Oh, that's good, relax now, a little more. OK, the nozzle now sweetheart, that's it, a little further. OK, comfy?

“Time for your enema now; just relax, here it comes” I stop it several times to ask how she is doing and reassure her, touch her breasts and belly; inner thighs. Then “All done! very good girl! Now you have to hold it in for awhile, let it do its work." While stroking her breasts and belly and kissing her neck. When I can see her wiggling I know it's time for her to expel, and I say it: OK, time for Daddy to take you to the potty, sweetheart" and I lead her there. “Now you can let it out.” While I stand and watch her.

Afterwards I always give aftercare love, caressing, and sex while congratulating her for having the confidence in me and the bravery to accept her own needs and wants.

The words I've head are:

Don't clench you cheeks. Just relax and let me lubricate you.

Oh my! You really are full in there. When was the last time you had a bowel movement?

Take a deep breath and bear down. The nozzle will go in easier that way?

Does that feel OK? Are you ready for me to start the solution flowing?

Is the water temperature comfortable?

Is the flow too fast?

Just relax and pant like a dog.

Are you getting cramps? Should I pause the flow for a minute?

Do you feel an urge to go to the toilet?

Can you hold the solution a bit longer so it works better?

Please don't wipe or flush. I want to be sure the enema worked fully.

One of the most memorable memories of words said to me by my Mother as she was about to give me a series of enemas occurred when I about 12 years old. Mother had given me enemas ever since birth up to about age 9. However, our family doctor became ill and had to give up his practice. The new doctor did not think enemas should be used and instructed my Mother to stop administering them to me immediately, which she did. She was instructed to give me oral laxatives instead and that’s exactly what she did. Castoria was her favorite. It sometimes worked and most of the time it didn’t. Other times it acted at the most in opportune times. I begged Mom to start back giving me enemas. I even enlisted her Mother, my Grandmother, to talk to her on my behalf. In addition, I even did extra chores for Mom without her having to ask me to do them. Then, one Saturday morning when I didn’t have school and she didn’t have to work, she surprised me. In fact, she has already prepared my enema before she woke me up. Once I was awake, she took my hand pulled me out of bed and took me into my bathroom where I saw the empty syringe box on the washing machine and hanging above the toilet was the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe with soap suds dripping waiting on me. I left the room and hid behind my closet door. Mother called out, “Mike, if you want me to give you this here enema, you had better come in here now! If you don’t, I am going take the enema down and if I do, I do not want to hear another word about you wanting an enema. Well, I came in, took off my undies and got into the knee chest position in front of the toilet. Mom, sitting on the toilet, seat inserted the rectal nozzle into my rectum and opened the shut off. About a minute or so later, Mother asked me “Mike, do you feel any water going in?“ I replied “no M’am!” I watched Mom shut the tube’s shut off, reach up, take down the bag and shake it good. Then, she rehung the bag and re-opened the shut off. A few seconds passed when Mother again asked me if I felt any water. I, again, told her ”no!” She reached up and began squeezing the red bag.. soon water began entering my body. When it was all in, Mother pulled out a slop jar and told me to expel the enema into it and when I had finished to come get her. I did. She looked into the jar and poured the contents into the toilet and flushed the thing. Next, she took the bag down, unscrewed the adapter plug and began refilling the bag. When she had maybe a pint in it, she turned off the water and began lifting the bag out of the sink. I put my hand onto her’s. She looked down at me and said “Mike, what is it? Do you want me to put more water into the bag?” I smiled up at her and said “please!” Mom shook her head and turned the water back on. A second or so later with the water still running she held the bag up.. asking “well, is this enough?” I said ”Mom, go on and fill it all the way! I’ll let you know when I am full!” Well, Mom went on and filled the bottle all the way.. and I took that enema without ever telling her to stop it. After, I had expelled that enema, I went into the kitchen and found Mother sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. She looked up at me and said “Mike, don’t tell me… you want me to give you yet another enema!” I smiled back at her. She shook her head and got up from her seat, put out her cigarette and said “I just don’t understand children and their enemas!” Well, this time I didn't have to tell Mother to fill the bag all the way. In fact, Mother even rubbed my stomach and back as the water filled me.. Well, after I expelled it, I went into our living room where I found my Grandmother, who lived with Mother and I, sitting watching television. She looked up at me and asked “well, how was it?” I told her “Thank you, Grandma! I love you and I absolutely loved the enemas Mother gave me!” About that time Mother walked in. I looked over at her and saw her just shaking her head! I, then, spoke to her saying “Thank you, too, Mama! I love you!” Mother replied “Mike, I guess you are welcome! But, I just don’t understand you and your enemas!” Then, she turned to her Mother and said “Mama, he took the entire bag, twice!” Grandma replied, “Mary, he is growing up!”

From Mom:

I know you’re not going to like this, but I’m going to give you an enema.

Get completely undressed and have a seat on the toilet.

Ok, let’s get you cleaned out.I‘m going to start the water and I want you to take it all.

Me: I’m full. I can’t hold anymore.

Wife when she gives: I think somebody needs a warm, soapy enema. Does my little boy need to have his bottom cleaned out? Among many other thing.

“Ma'am, you can stop, I can go now." “Really I can go now.” "Let's take little break and see how you do.” “Oh no. You started it again.”

“Are you ready for more water?" “I guess.”

“Take it out. Take it out. I've got to go.” “You need to take some more." “Dad, make him stop. I've got to go.” “Hush up. You just started."

The door opens. “Uh oh.” “Yeah. it's his first ever enema. He's not enjoying it much..” “Dad, make him stop. I've got to go.”

“Wait. No, that bag is too big. I can't take all that" “We'll take it slowly.” “Dad don't let him. It's too much.” “Hush up and take off your underwear Son. Quit wasting the nurses time." “Okay.” “Turn on your left side Buddy. Relax down here for me." “Oh man. How far did you stick… Yeow, it's cold.”

"No. Not another one.” “The rest will be easier.” “The rest? How many more…"

“Unclench. Come on now. Open up." "This is embarrassing Dad.” “You won't be embarrassed in a minute Son. Relax your butt." “That's right. Deep breath.” “Oh no.” “Good Boy” “Oh, Dad the water's going in my…" "Yep. That's how it works Son.”

“But I don't want an enema.” “Do you want a spanking?” “No Sir.” “Okay then. Take off your underwear.”

My mother was very taciturn and the conversation was minimal. What should one say. Despite my vociferous protests, they always left the battlefield victorious. The losing road was my lot.

If I sat on the toilet too long again, for whatever reason, she would come into the bathroom and say, "Is it that time again?" Shortly thereafter there were some bulb fillings in my colon.

During administrations: "don't act like that“. If I haven't been to the toilet for two days: "go to the bathroom, I'll be right after you"

If she wanted to get me back on track after a misdemeanor: "Enemas or spanking?"

I always opted for the enemas for fear of pain; although I also felt it as a punishment.

As I said, little was said, action was taken 😎

There was a definite script and all the participants knew their parts. I read this string and all I can say is “Was there and done that.”

- Did you poop today?

- Take off panties.

We take off our panties.

- Come on, let's put an enema.

- poop on the potty.

- The nurse will take you for an enema.

Phrases are not comic, real childhood memories. The last phrase, spoken in the presence of girls, caused the greatest shame. My heart was pounding at the thought that the nurse would soon come, take my hand and take me to where I would have to take off my panties. I always hoped that there would be an old woman or some kind of man, I would not be so shy in front of them, but it always turned out the other way around.

“I don't know why you let things go so long before you need an enema.” (Says my Bride)

“You know you need this and it is for your own good.” (Mother)

“I don't enjoy doing this, I am doing it to keep you healthy.” (Mother)

“You will thank me for this one of these days.” (Mother)

“Don't flush, I need to check the results.” (Mother, Aunt, Nurses)

“I thing another is in order.” (Mother)

“Hon, don't worry about that. It happens to a lot of men. Even my 10 year old when I give him an enema.” (Nurse)

and, of course: "JUST A LITTLE MORE." (Mother, Bride, Aunt, Nurses, E-Nurses)

You ate corn last night, didn't you?

My dad's personal favorite, the less you struggle the less it hurts.