Nervous Anticipation Before A Series Of Enemas

Hi Again Everyone, Just wondering here who still gets the nervous anticipation before a series of enemas begins ?? I have been a lifetime enema devotee, but I have to admit, before an enema begins or a series of them, I still get that nervous anticipation and sometimes even dread the intense cramping that will soon be taking place ....I am getting a series of enemas again this morning from two friends and I will be honest with you, as I sit here naked typing this to you, I am more than a bit a nervous of what will be taking place with me very soon.....I love the feeling of the solution racing into me, filling me completely, but I also dread the intense cramping that I will be enduring while I am being forced to hold the solution in, and while I am being escorted to my bathroom to expel all the solution that will be forced deep into my quivering bottom....Does anyone else here ever experience this "nervous anticipation " ?? I am both nervous and aroused at the same time and this is a feeling that I get before each and every enema I am given or that I take ......Please group, I feel alone with this anticipation and somewhat like a freak and just wonder if this is a normal feeling that others get .... Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated ....

Isn’t that part of the vulnerability that is what makes this so great? The last thing you should feel weird or freakish. Just “go with the flow and hang on”.

I hope you are enjoying your morning.

With me, I would characterize it as a keen sense of anticipation and anxiousness. The butterflies in the tummy feeling is another way I would describe it.

Since every enema or series of enemas is something of a unique adventure, that "nervous anticipation" is what makes the entire experience complete.

Hope you have fun this morning!!

Deb

I always got those butterflies in my stomach when I knew I was going to be given an enema when young . I also still get those feelings of anticipation. Just hearing the word enema would give me those butterflies.

I think I got butterflies as a young boy about to be given one. Now I like to watch her face as she walks into the room for the first time and realizes she will be soon over my knee. Nothing better than first blush, very exciting.

I have to agree that nervous anticipation is a huge part of enema eroticism, at least it is for me. When told I was going to be given an enema---there was always some kind of announcement--- I would experience a combination of feelings, including dread, nervousness, embarrassment, excitement, sexual excitement, humiliation and a bit of fear. A feeling of numbness would come over me and I could barely speak. I wanted the enema, and at the same time, dreaded it. A mixed bag of confusing thoughts and feelings for sure. Now, when told I am getting an enema, I can't wait.

Like everyone else here, after all these years of taking enemas, the spark is still there when getting ready for an enema. I start to get excited even when my wife tells me she is going to be out of the house for a couple of hours in two weeks for lunch with her sister and I get all worked up then - two weeks away!

I get excited when I wake up in the morning knowing it is enema day. I always take my enemas when she is out of the house, so as soon as the garage door is closed, I am flying up the stairs and getting out the gear.

I can't think of anything else in my life that would do that to you. Sadly, my wife does not share my interest in enemas, and the worst part of it all is that she has not ever tried one. To my knowledge, she has never had an enema! She doesn't know what she is missing!!

The way to overcome that issue is to focus on ONE ENEMA AT A TIME!

Mix and hang that one enema Keep your mind occupied during the mixing. Make sure you don't skip any steps. If you need some music on at that point that's OK.

Stay focused on THAT enema even when you go to pee. Your only distraction if there is one should be if you took an oral laxative, be aware of how long until it will likely kick in

DO NOT EVEN CONSIDER the fact that you WILL be taking anywhere from 2 to 5 more enemas before the session is over.

I usually don't look at the bag when I attach the nozzle. I get into position, look at the bag again, insert the nozzle and look at the bag one last time. That is where I tell myself, "Lisa, Remember: if you can make fifteen minutes, that means fewer enemas today!" I then take my deep breaths and open the valve. At that point there IS NO ALTERNATIVE but to focus on the enema I'm taking at that moment in time.

I do pretty much the same on the following enemas. If the third enema does not run clear, I allow myself a moment of anxiety and I think about whether I made mistakes on the prep.

Then I know I have to do something I really on't feel like doing, I have to take ANOTHER enema!

I remind myself that I am a mother, and a professional. Seldom does a day go by that I don 't end up doing something I'd rather not, I then start mixing the fourth round.

In my opinion, I think many of us have the same sense of anticipation even the most experienced enema devotees.

Yes i still get very nervous and compliant feeling when i know i am going to get my enemas. Brings back to the same feelings when i was growing up and mother would strip me naked and then lead me by the hand to her bathroom. There i was naked and exposed knowing what was going to happen and there was nothing i could do about it, she was in charge. Those feelings are still very strong for me, funny how they stick with you.

Debgurl describes it perfectly. It is the sense of anticipation and I can feel my pulse quicken as I go to retrieve the enema bag from the hall closet. Similarly, when I'm at the lake cottage just spying the white enamel enema can on the shelf beckons me to attach the hose and run the water at the sink. I know it will be only a minute or two before I hang the can from the hook on the wall and step out of my panties. It is anticipation mixed with anxiety!

Absolutely, and even if there is just going to be one enema. in my case I never know whether the enema will be barely noticeable or incredibly hard to take and hold, and that is the real issue behind the nervousness. I always want it to be just powerful enough - but not too much so- and of course if somebody is giving it to you that is not under your control. most enemas are somewhere in-between the two extremes, and the giver certainly his in charge but the memories afterwards are very satisfying, not too little, not too much, right in the Goldilocks zone. frequently they were too easy and perhaps a dozen over my long lifetime have been almost unbearable and a few times I really had to forcibly quit even though the consequences were not good- more about that if anyone wants to know

Nervous anticipation may be the perfect way to describe what I find one the most fun aspects of knowing I will be getting an enema.

In one her rare mentions of enemas, my older sister remarked tht It appeared nervous when there were prospects that Mom that Mom had a cleaning out in store for me. This was very true and not helped by Sis' taunt hat I'd be getting an enema soon Unlike Emom, ou enema can ws in a box on a bedroom shelf but I knew just what it looked like.

Tomorrow is enema day, (self administered), and I am excited that it is occurring. I've never really been nervous about it, particularly when I or the wife are administering them. Some one else doing it (nurse or stranger) , that might be a different story.

As my lower GI tract is very sensitive to irritation, I almost always do just one large volume enema each session, retained for a long time. Even so, I still after >50 years of enemas get a pleasant nervously excited or anticipated feeling whenever I plan to do one. That's part of the attraction of it to me. Then it just transitions over to the actual excitement of preparing and administering the enema to myself and the lovely physical, emotional and sexual feelings of experiencing the insertion, filling and retentions. All of which is even more pleasant, exciting and satisfying if I'm being a sub to a partner giving it to me.

Eric

I, too, like so many others would always get "butterflies" in my belly when my Mother would tell me that I was going to be getting an enema. I, absolutely, loved the feeling in my gut. I have only had that 1 time when my wife was about to give me one. It occurred on our second honeymoon as she was in the bathroom preparing my enema. Wish, I could get that feeling again. Maybe, someday!

Yes I always got the nervous feeling when mother had told me growing up and I still do today when I know its going to be enema time. Once she had made the announcement (usually early in the morning) I was stripped totally naked which only added to my feelings. She would always also tell me what time our session would start, so I had plenty of time to think about what was coming in anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. My feelings only got stronger each time I would look at the clock seeing the time count down. It was a mixture of nervous apprehension, feeling vunerable and exposed, and knowing there was nothing I could do about it. Then the moment came, she would lead me by the hand to her big brightly lit bathroom and I would stand there watching her in the mirror getting everything ready for me, and knowing she could see me also in the mirror standing behind her, ready for the session to begin. Those exact same feeling wash over me now as the clock ticks down

I get hard thinking of the enemas to come

There was a time in high school and my freshman year of college that I could actually give myself a good poop by simply "imagining" from beginning to end the whole process, myself taking an enema.

It actually saved me at least a couple of enemas at that age.

Haven't been able to get it to work lately.

You are not alone. Butterflies are normal anticipating receiving an enema or a series. The giver gets something out of it too. Human interaction reaches an emotional high. Enjoy it.

Lance29 hit the nail on the head!

When my ex-wife and I were together, I'd begin to anticipate the arrival of a set-aside Saturday or Sunday early in the preceding week -- and from then on, it was that magical drift toward the session to come, dwelling on hot memories of past episodes, feeling the excitement rise to a peak as the designated day approached. The days leading up were when I stoked the fires, when I had time to visualize what had gone on in the past. Those mental movies were the harbinger of what was going to happen at an appointed time, and amounted to foreplay that would have the effect that good foreplay does: it would eventually have me shaking and salivating with anticipation. Someone said "butterflies" -- yes! I'd get these little flutterings in my chest when ordered to the bedroom, and actually had to have room on the warm side to keep from shivering; likewise, the adjoining bathroom, so that I could make it through expulsion without trembling. Interesting physiological reactions to all that mental exercising!

If that period of anticipation had been missing -- if my "ex", say, breakfast, had suddenly blurted out, "Upstairs for an enema, right now! -- I'd have complied, no doubt. But it wouldn't have been the same as when I'd had days in which to savor the coming event. Part of the reason for that is that our enema sessions were, by design, decidedly dominant/submissive in tone. As the submissive partner, to have such a demand sprung on me out of nowhere would not have allowed me to get into that role; likewise, my "ex" into hers. In daily life, I was not submissive, the "ex" was not dominant, so we both needed time to "get into character", get authority and obedience flowing smoothly in the right directions.

The worst (or best) time before an enema is when the nozzle is inserted. Oh sure, I could stop things then, but there really is no turning back. I always feel at my lowest (I find them humiliating.) I do like them, but it is embarrassing to admit that I want someone to control me that way.

You're right, I get that excited feeling before an enema! I almost have an orgasm when the water starts coming in.

MarshaK,

The worst (or best) time before an enema is when the nozzle is inserted. Oh sure, I could stop things then, but there really is no turning back. I always feel at my lowest (I find them humiliating.) I do like them, but it is embarrassing to admit that I want someone to control me that way.

No need to be self-conscious about your desire to be dominated and humiliated by an enema nozzle and belly filling. I feel the same way, and I have a highly dominant, responsible profession in real life. It's just that another part of my (private) real life is that same desire to be given enemas by a dominant partner with whom I can enjoy feeling submissive and humiliated by the enema and anything she wants me to do along with it. After it's over, we go back to a non-D/s equal relationship (we both switch) but both had a very satisfying exciting, erotic time during my D/s enema orgasms session. Win-win. I hope you enjoy yourself.

Eric

A keen sense of anticipation and anxiousness. – debgurl

Right on! Funny thing, I think I've experienced these heightened senses the most when I've felt the worst and either going to give myself an enema or knowing my husband would be doing it for me. I literally get goosebumps when curled up in bed with aches, chills, fever, etc., when hubby slips a Chux pad and towel under me, and then from our nearby bathroom are sounds of running water into the bag, adding soap by sloshing Conti Castile in the water, snap and closure of the clamp to force air from the tube – all of this leading to hanging the bag next to the bed and getting me positioned, lubed and breathing. I've called this an oasis of being sick!

@Enema_loving_mature_woman

No, you aren't alone with that type of anxiety. Personally, I fully understand it. If I allow myself to get too anxious, I can actually start feeling guilty about wanting an enema and talk myself out of it only to be more anxious the next time. I have a very hard time with this if I don't remember to just make up my mind about having the enema to start with and getting right into it. Once the nozzle is going in and I experience the passion that ensues, the anxiety is gone. Hope this helps.

My history with enemas traverses at least 75 of my 80 years and probably a few more. During WWII, I spent large blocks of time with my maternal grandparents in Bremerton, WA. Gram was what would today probably be known as a Licensed Practical Nurse. I know that every morning, she had a regular route from nursing home to nursing home as well as to Harrison Hospital where she gave enemas to patients facing surgery. There was a small house next to my grandparents in which two great uncles lived. . . Uncle Al and Uncle Charlie.

Regular bowel movements were key to survival when with my grandmother. Regular meant daily, It went like this:

Gram: "Have you had your bowel movement yet today?"

Me: "No, Gram." (always the answer whether true or not)

Gram: "We'll wait a bit. If nothing happens, I'll give you a tablespoon of Fletchers'

Castoria. If that doesn't work, I'll have to give you an enema."

Me: "Yes, Gram."

Whether I'd used the toilet or not, the story was always the same. I was working my way to being over Gram's lap. The red hot water bottle filled with very warm Ivory Soap water was hung from the shower curtain rod.

"Click" went the metal stop cock and the rushing fluid began filling my waiting rectum.

If I moaned a bit, she would stop the flow, and let me catch my breath.

An observation: There was quite a distance from the shower curtain bar to Gram's lap, positioned as I was which meant that the enema emptied into me very quickly and forcibly.

I later realized there was a pattern. Enemas happened every Wednesday and every Saturday night. Gram did not want me going to her Baptist Sunday School unless my colon was properly clean. There were other enemas on other days. There must have been 3 - 4 a week for my childhood and adolescent years. I think they stopped when I was 12 or 13.

They resumed whenever I had any abdominal discomfort - which happened more and more frequently.

I hasten to state that I loved the enemas. LOVED Them. I loved my Grandmother and I was sure that she had my best interests at heart.

She found it important to educate me. "You need to have regular bowel habits. If you don't, you'll have to have daily enemas like Uncle Al and Uncle Charlie."

It wasn't long before I decided that I would LOVE daily enemas.

I was observant. I started noticing Grandma heading off somewhere with a creme-colored cardboard box, approximately 20 inches by 8 inches, with a cellophane viewing window inside of which was the red bag and all the accessories. In addition there was always a jar of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly in the travelling kit.

There was a similar box on the top shelf of the hallway closet in my parents' home. It did not get much use or so I thought. After I graduated college and graduate school and was married, I had a conversation with my father. My parents were selling their home and moving to a retirement facility. Dad showed me a stack of Penthouse Variations from a few years back when the topic of "Enemas" came up in every issue.

I don't believe this to be true, but this is what he said. "I make love to your mother nearly every night and I always have an enema before we go to bed."

Mine is a fascinating history on this topic. New chapters continue to be written.

When I do enemas, it is always a series. At least three. More often four or five. The old mantra still holds.

"Until clear."

There is also a distinct and consistent physiological response. Whenever I decide to do a series of enemas, as I approach the cupboard under the bathroom sink where the equipment is stored, my heart starts pounding and my breathing changes dramatically. It's always been so.

I guess that as I'm doing the prep leading up to the enema there is a certain anticipation.

Once I swallow the bisacodyl tablets the "point of no return" has been crossed so there is no more reason for anticipation because it will have to happen on schedule.

Even then there is that nervousness there! As I mix the enema, while I am consciously aware that the whole 3 qts in that bag is going inside me in under 4 minutes, and that I will have a hard time keeping it inside me.

I hang the bag, and I stop a moment and take a look at it. I always tell myself I won't look at it again, but I usually do! Right before I get into position I usually DO look at it again! THAT'S when the nervousness kicks in. I have to be sure I DON'T look at it again and scare myself!