The soapiest enema of my life.

OMG what a session I had last night. My enema nurse (wife who is a real RN) informed me that I wasn’t myself and she thought I could use an enema. I readily agreed. I love, love, lover her enemas. She plays the nurse to the hilt. White uniform, clinical persona, the whole works.

A little background. A little over a year ago I confessed to my wife my love of enemas and asked her if she would give me one. She readily agreed to be my private enema nurse whenever I, or she thought I needed one. This allowed me to really delve into it. I converted one of our spare rooms to our enema room. I also ordered an array of nozzles and one of my dream bags, an amber latex one, along with a 3 quart silicone bag. All of these are on display in the room on the tops of cabinets that hold vibrators, lubricants, prostate toys, and urethral sounds. There is a bed in the room for our routine enemas and play time and a massage table for the more clinical “medical” procedures. We’ve had many good times in this room. For soap we use either Dr. Bronner’s peppermint, or Ivory. We keep a quart jar of ivory slurry on hand. This is made by keeping a bar of Ivory soaking in the jar filled with water. It takes a good month or so for the slurry to become thick and syrupy. We have 3 jars that we rotate. A typical enema gets about 2oz. of Ivory syrup per quart of water.

We went upstairs and she told me to go to our enema room and strip while she went to the bedroom to put on her uniform and apron. She soon returned. Normally, I would lay on the treatment table (our massage table) and wait for her to prepare the enema. However, this time she told me she thought I should watch her prepare it. She took the amber latex bag and the Ivory and had me follow her to the bathroom. “Observe,” she said, as she poured the entire jar of syrup into the pitcher. The bar that was left was about 1/3 the size of a full bar. This meant that I was about to get a soapsuds enema containing 2/3 of a bar of Ivory. I gasped. “Yep, this will be a thorough cleansing.” I love Ivory enemas, because although they cramp, it isn’t really intolerable. This one concerned me though. As she ran the water into the pitcher and swished it with her hand, a huge head of suds formed. The solution was not translucent, as usual, but rather almost pure white like milk. Into the bag it went. With the huge head of suds, the bag had about 2 inches of space, which my nurse topped of with more water, causing the suds to run down the side of the bag.

“Let’s go,” she said. I followed her to the enema room where I was told to assume the sims position on the table. The nozzle she selected was the Rüsch DBC from medtech3000, my favorite nozzle. After attaching the nozzle, I watched her lubricate it with coconut oil. Curiously she lubed both balloons. I soon found out why, as I was invaded with BOTH of them. After inflating them she continued to advance it. I felt the first balloon go through the superior rectal valve and enter my sigmoid. OMG, I was in heaven. I soon felt the solution begin to flow. It was going slow at first, and I thought it wasn’t too bad, despite all of the soap. Then, my nurse fully opened the clamp and raised the bag quite high. The solution was flying in and the soap was hitting me harder than it ever had. I moaned and asked her to stop for a bit. Her response was, “Nope. The prescription is for a super soapy high enema. I need to keep the pressure for the solution to get high enough.” No matter my pleas, I was ignored. I had been hoping for her to take a Nurse Ratchet attitude during an enema treatment, but this was the first time that she had. Finally, the bag gurgled empty. After 5 very crampy minutes, she followed me to the bathroom holding the bag. As I perched over the commode, she told me to push and she extracted the balloons without deflating. Again, I was in heaven as my prostate was pressed hard. It took about and hour to evacuate the solution. The toilet water was so, so sudsy. I never imagined I could handle such a soapy enema, but my nurse proved me wrong.

This is quite lengthy so I’ll continue the rest of the session later.

That sounds very fun. Please finish (and share the next time... you lucky guy!)

Now putting on my boring nitpicker hat... coconut oil will damage latex, better to use water or silicone lube.

@moliere

Gotcha on that. The nozzle was thoroughly cleaned afterwards.

Thanks for a very arousing narrative. The combination of a strong, large volume, high forced retention Ivory SSE enema given by a no nonsense nurse in a full white uniform is one of my favorite role play scenarios. Back in the days when nurses dressed in white uniforms I suffered a ruptured appendix that led to a lengthy hospital stay and included numerous SSEs. They were administered in a strict, you must take and retain all of your enema manner via a white irrigating can or funnel and an orange colored rectal tube. I was fortunate to hook up with my wife of many years who enjoyed continuing this practice along with various other enema related role playing scenarios. I'm looking forward to a continuation of this narrative.

You are a very lucky guy to have your own wife as your personal enema nurse!

Very lucky man, hope you gave her a nice Mother’s Day.

You are blessed to have such a open relationship where you can explore such quality sessions

Perhaps use the slurry as a lube. (It may depend on nozzle used.)

Such a lucky guy!

You are very fortunate to have such a supportive arrangement, enjoy it and keep telling us wishers on so we can enjoy

Dogs have always lived in our house and once I caught worms from them. In order to solve the problem without taking medication (I pretty much try not to take medication), I decided to try to "burn it" with a very strong soapy water enema. Since I had been with you for a long time with enemas, I didn't have much fear of strong soapy water - I had already experimented enough with different solutions. I decided to make it as thick as you can suck into the syringe. Something like cream came up. Knowing that worms probably live right in the rectum, I realized that 400-500 milliliters should be enough. Waiting for a rather aggressive reaction, I let the warm solution into the bottom as quickly as possible. The first surprise was that for at least ten minutes there was almost no reaction. I stood on my knees and lifted the bottom as high as possible to allow the solution to flow deeper. After 15 minutes, a slight burning sensation began, but more like heat than stomach cramps. I waited another ten minutes and poured the solution into the toilet. The most paradoxical thing was that after the feelings I was not even required to perform a rinsing enema - the bottom was completely calm. Needless to say, the worms were also gone. So I have quite fond memories of the strongest soapy water enema. In addition, I know that I have quite sensitive intestines. For example, a 50% glycerin solution is much more ugly.

Dogs have always lived in our house and once I caught worms from them. In order to solve the problem without taking medication (I pretty much try not to take medication), I decided to try to "burn it" with a very strong soapy water enema. ...

Glad it worked for you then, but I wouldn't rely on that method.

I will never forget the soapiest enema my ex wife gave me hard to take but loved it

How did you catch worms from a dog (question mark). We had dogs for over 30 years and they and us never had a problem.

By far my worst soapy enema was given to me by one of my old time girlfriends one day. We had been hanging out sunbathing and drinking and decided l needed an enema. She had heard that l liked them and wanted to surprise me. She went and made up a bag in the kitchen and used Dawn dish soap instead of Ivory or just plain water.

She came out carrying the bag and hung it up on a bracket thing outside. She lubed me with her tongue and in it went. She began to let it flow while reaching under me and rubbing my stomach with her hand and my crotch with her forearm/wrist at same time.

Well, after a little bit that dishsoap began to REALLY do its job!!!! I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into the bathroom where l began to feel very nauseous, stomach cramping beyond words, vomited twice. Had butt dry heaves for what seemed like hours. I tried a clear rinse but couldn't seem to get all the soap out of the bag. I finally made it home and done a clear rinse with my equipment. Finally by that evening, my stomach and insides finally settled down. By far, worst enema ever. She and l played after that, but l showed her the correct way to give a soapy enema with proper soap and amount.

She went and made up a bag in the kitchen and used Dawn dish soap instead of Ivory or just plain water.

That is horrible! Feel sorry for you! I only used dish detergent once in my life and luckily did not mix it up all that strong; but strong enough so I never did it again. Not healthy to do.

Redevil, That is horrible! Feel sorry for you! I only used dish detergent once in my life and luckily did not mix it up all that strong; but strong enough so I never did it again. Not healthy to do.

Well, l am here to tell you what, l now know what a sink full of dishes feel like when someone drops a load of Dawn in to clear the grease out!!! Even my thoughts were clean after that cleansing!!!!!

My step dad used dish soap too

Ok I tried it with some palmolive bath that has those tiny things for massage… self-administered and with almost no experience, but I used a very looong nozzle for the first time… and I actually think that was my first “real enema”. and I was aroused.

When I came back to my room I was feeling bowel movements for 15 minutes, not all the time, it wasn't bad, a bit weird, but then I like weird.

And then I started to feel terrible emptiness in my ass (I LOVE ass play), it was really strange but it aroused me even more, and then I grabed my butt plug and when I put it inside I started to orgasm, it was soo great.

is that weird?

The Ivory soap slurry is great; for a total cleanout my enema solution gets enough of this slurry to look like a vanilla milkshake. Another good soap is Johnson’s Baby Shampoo.

@jerry543 : Interesting that you liked both strong Ivory soapy enemas as well as Johnson's Baby Shampoo. After all my years of taking super strong Ivory soap enemas, the Johnson's felt so mild I didn't work at all for me and would get stuck inside me, producing the “dreaded dribbles”. Just goes to show how we are all different..

The last enema I ever received from mom was the soapiest. I would have been 11 years old. Mom had given me many enemas when I was growing up. I had terrible hay-fever allergies and would be sick often. The meds would constipate me and along with the old wisdom of giving enemas at the first sign of illness- it was inevitable. This time, it was over Labor Day weekend (worst pollen weather of the year) and grandma was visiting. I was sick in bed yet the family had week-end vacation plans. Early in the morning I woke up hearing voices- my mother and grandmother talking over a cup of coffee. They were talking about me being sick. Finally I heard grandma simply say, “Well, let's just go ahead and you and I give Michael an enema”. I could hear some bustling and the familiar sound of the bathroom linen closet opening…..then the sound of the enema being taken from its box. I heard the jingle of the enema clamp on the enema hose.

Mom appeared in my room and I was startled- she wanted to take my temperature…."good morning Michael. On your tummy. Mommy needs to take your temperature…." I could hear running water and sounds coming from the bathroom- Grandma was making my enema! Mom had my pj bottoms and underpants down to my ankles as she inserted the vaseline-covered glass thermometer and ordered “Michael lay perfectly still. I am going to check on your grandmother.” I lay there, with the rectal thermometer inserted in my young, smooth, white, pale bare bottom….listening intently now. “Michael is due for a good enema- he should be able to handle more water” advised grandma. Mom commented “I always run a bar of soap under the faucet,” quipped mom.

Grandma replied, “I take TWO bars of soap and slosh them around together for a good milky mix- let me show you”….and I heard the sloshing sound of water and soap in the deep, red rubber open top enema for what seemed like a very long time. Mom appeared back in my room to remove the thermometer with the instruction “Michael, follow mommy- we are going to give you an enema.” and my heart sunk….I became weak in the knees. Naked from the waist-down and wearing only a t-shirt, I dutifully followed along behind mom, my white skinny little legs and smooth pale bare bottom to be attended to by both mom and grandma.

The sight of the bulging big red rubber enema took my breath away. I took my position over-the-edge of the tub and felt mom inserting the black vintage enema nozzle smeared with globs of cool vaseline. Grandma was holding up the enema high overhead while mom managed the hose, clamp and nozzle. “You are going to feel a whole lot better after this”, grandma told me as mom unclamped the clip “CLICK”…..

The room filled with light and silence and the smell of warm rubber and soap. I began to sense the whisperings of that familiar “weak” feeling deep inside my tummy- just as mom intuitively asked “Do you feel it going in, Michael?”. The rush of the soapsuds into my tummy- first a cool rush of soapy water, then rapidly turning very warm- and the building pressure had suddenly taken my breath away and I couldn't immediately speak. Atune to the task at hand, Grandma lowered the enema to observe its contents and after a short examination quickly raised the enema high overhead again exclaiming “Yes! Yes!! It's going in nicely. Michael's getting a good enema”.

As the enema progressed, I began to whine. Finally to the point of begging to have it stopped and taken out. “Pant. Pant, Michael. Pant like a puppy.” Grandma coached. I had heard those words before during my enemas from mom. Mom was gentle- but firm. Grandma-on the other hand- was all business. Grandma was no-nonense.

Into the brink of real tears, I thankfully felt the jostle of the red rubber hose and the fidgeting with the chrome clamp then mercifully the sound of the closing clamp “CLICK”. “I think he's finished. Michael's done a good job……Michael you've done a good job for mommy and grandma”….mom consoled.

The combination of the copious amount of water, the high water temperature, and the extra soap along with BOTH mom and grandma vividly in my mind has made this one of the most lasting mental imprints in my memory. https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/91708

@wkobit I could hear some bustling and the familiar sound of the bathroom linen closet opening…..then the sound of the enema being taken from its box.

Oh yes, sounds I am also familiar with… thanks for mentioning… got me thinking about “the box” that was kept in the linen closet…

By far my worst soapy enema was given to me by one of my old time girlfriends one day. We had been hanging out sunbathing and drinking and decided l needed an enema. She had heard that l liked them and wanted to surprise me. She went and made up a bag in the kitchen and used Dawn dish soap instead of Ivory or just plain water.She came out carrying the bag and hung it up on a bracket thing outside. She lubed me with her tongue and in it went. She began to let it flow while reaching under me and rubbing my stomach with her hand and my crotch with her forearm/wrist at same time.

Well, after a little bit that dishsoap began to REALLY do its job!!!! I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into the bathroom where l began to feel very nauseous, stomach cramping beyond words, vomited twice. Had butt dry heaves for what seemed like hours. I tried a clear rinse but couldn't seem to get all the soap out of the bag. I finally made it home and done a clear rinse with my equipment. Finally by that evening, my stomach and insides finally settled down. By far, worst enema ever. She and l played after that, but l showed her the correct way to give a soapy enema with proper soap and amount.

Paula,

You wrote and posted that on 4/15/21 here. OUCH! Sorry you had to relate that experience. Just a question or two: What do you think caused your distress? Was it just some sort of extra chemicals in the Dawn soap that wouldn’t have been in, say, Castile soap? Or do you think she just made it so strong that it was just too irritating to your colon? When was that roughly, a long time back or recent? I’m really very curious, especially since 1) I’ve been planning a long-delayed erotic enema tonight for several days, and 2) I just had to open a new bottle of dish soap yesterday and by pure happenstance it was Dawn! I’ve never used anything but liquid Castile soap of different brands and flavors (peppermint tonight) but never any other liquid soap except for J&J Baby Shampoo once or twice because Zity members wrote that it was fine.

I always enjoy reading any of your posts, and I wish you many happy soapy enema returns now that you straightened your friend out about safe enema soap preparation.

All the best,

Eric

My housekeeper, about 35 years ago, actually offered to help me with my enema. I had everything on the bathroom sink when she entered to clean the bathroom. She went and got a bottle of dish detergent and said that she would give me the enema. I turned her down, for a variety of reasons. One, being I don't think my then wife would have liked it and two I was afraid of any consequences that might just happen or claims she would make. Now, I am sorry I did not take her up on it. She was a lot older then me, I was about 28 and she was in her 50's. But, the idea of using dish detergent did not deter me. Lucky I did not go through with it

Dish detergent is a very bad idea.

The soapiest . . . mmmm . . that would be from my Aunt when I was quite young

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New Year's Fireworks :

We (the family), were staying at my aunt's home over the X'mas school holidays & it was a weekend early evening as aunty, the ole dear, was often on a rotational shift roster during the week.

My mother was busy in the kitchen at the time preparing dinner for Seven and I can only assume felt hurried doin several tasks, so she turned partly to one side and as quitely as she could muster up asked her sister would she mind taking care of you know what . . . “you know what” in this instance meant Enema . . . my young ears pricked up at this because I overheard what was said . . . that caught me by surprise !! . . my bedroom (really my older cousins) where I was sitting on my bed reading a comic was in direct line with both the central family room and the kitchen area that sat further back behind it . . . so the sound of their voices carried clean across.

My aunt, to explain, worked part time (moonlighted) at the local old folks home as both a domestic helper and an auxillary nursing assistant or NA as it was known then . . . and so, being familiar with Enemas & tending to the poor elderly buggers with her weilding a full soapy douche can . .lol . . I would soon be able to sympathize with them with Aunty as staff

I digress . . anyway I'd been advised that I would soon be getting a “Jolly good Enema” . . . in her exact words & to fetch a thick towel from the linen press & go to my room while she prepared the ‘Jolly’ Enema. Roughly five or so minutes elapsed . . . & to my surprise . . .it was . . . Aunty was to arrive back with spare towel over her shoulder, one holding a white enamelware Douche can almost identical to my mother's & it was near full to the brim it's contents sort've a dirty weak greyish white that you couldn't see through the solution, nor was the nozzle visible as it was parked deep down inside the solution.

Up until then I'd never seen an Enema so dirty white in colour before . . which I had noticed . . however Aunty C was running the show & as she had been fairly busy prior to this event seemed somewhat oblivious as to its untested strength, as I was about to find out

Setting it down & to one side the now fully prepared an readied Enema apparatus Aunty C motioned to me to take down my pyjama pants while she produced a small jar of vaseline, while at the same time folding the towel in rediness & placing it at a slight angle across the top of the partially exposed fresh bed sheeting . . . it seemed to me in that moment like i was frozen to the spot as Aunty again repeated herself, my mind consumed about the forthcoming slightly unnerving Enema.

It was about then I realised the time was ticking away yet it was barely a minute or so when Aunt produced a Vaseline coated natural India rubber finger cot with a small lumpy dollop on the top, as I rolled to my side & faced the cacky green wall, the feeling of her warm hand on my upper bum cheek prising it apart started to stimulate me, just as her outstretched finger probed rubbing a tiny circle at the entrance, then in . . . in & upwards . . . with a turning motion in two or three full rotations not unlike screwing it in & out . . . one that produced a good stiffy from . . making it flex jerking about a couple of times involuntarily as I felt a drip seep out . . . landing on my leg & dribbling down

I glanced over my shoulder as Aunty briskly wiped off her rubber cossetted finger with some roughly folded toilet paper, slipping it off in a rolling fashion and then depositing it on the bedside cabinet rather hurriedly . . . Aunty C fossicked about reaching into a pocket of her apron procuring a small glass lotion thermometer to check water temperature dunking it in the can, l could tell right then the hot soapy Enema was going to make me go . . . a lot ! . . . I could smell it . . .The smell of a soap enriched Enema in progress permeated the air

“Just turn a bit more & face the wall for me” said Aunty as she shifted & nudged my upper leg up with the back of her wrist exposing my bumhole to her. Then the rustling sound as she took the soapy slickened nozzle from the container with an audible clink, clink, clink & twisted the dullish black tap open, a small squirt of cool solution sprayed out onto my now open bum flesh . . . I stiffened up a bit as my Aunt calmy said “this won't take too long & you'll be good as gold “ and as she spoke i felt that first fast squirt of water . . . fluid of semi warm soapy water gush forth straight into my rectal chamber . . . then within mere seconds turning very very warm . . . my little stiff dick responded an had begun to emit clear sticky fluid as the Enemas flow steadied jetting . . . squirting unabated . . . I found myself mentally marking off time . . . engrossed in the feeling of that super warm surging water filling my thoughts . . . I could feel the strong warm ”glow" hitting a sweet spot

Simultaneously I had another problem on my hands too, because I hadn't gone to the dunny outside to relieve myself beforehand & the hot soapy Enema was making its presence felt . . . I had a dripping jerking stiffy . . . a need to take a leak . . . & the Enema relentlessly spurting into my bowels was causing gurgling growly sounds in my tummy . . . not counting the onset peristaltic action that was already taking place as minutes ticked on by

Finally Aunty C standing had lifted that Douche can up higher tilting forward as that tiny feint whisp of air in hose . . . . shsssst . . signalled the entire Enema had been taken in full . . . I hesitantly took another glance over my shoulder to see what she'd used on me . . . it was a long black, shiny wet bakelite nozzle, longer & thicker than ours at home, with an olive shaped tip, just as a couple of droplets sputtered out falling loose . . . I don't know how but I knew it was different than ours while she was giving me the Enema. . .a gut feeling one might say !

Aunty turned about to leave, stopping momentarily and placing the now Emptied Douche Can on top of an old English white 5 deep drawer Queen Anne drawers with a hollow thud, curling its clay red hose around it loosely, poking the glazed nozzle inside making a ting ting ting sound. My emerging troubles were not over . . . not yet . . . when in the moment the atmosphere was punctuated by the sound of both my older sister and older cousin were heard stifling laughter and making crude gestures as to my predicament from the loungeroom, not so far away. This was not lost on my Aunty who didn't tolerate people being rude & snapped loudly . . . “If I hear anymore of that from you young lady you'll be next” . . . “so watch your manners”. . . “I'm not joking” . . . addressing my cousin loudly enough that she understood quick smart who's in charge.

At that very same moment I realized that my snarky cousin also was subjected to the vagaries of an Enema, of which I'd not known of, but did wonder then confirmed in an instant quietly pleased at this revelation thinking I'd like to know more . . . but for now I had a belly ache to contend with & wasnt letting up . . .so much so that i had to reach back behind me clasping the towelling quickly . . . pulling at it an placing it up over my bum . . . feeling a little bit concerned while firmly squeezing my buttocks tight together . . . I had to go . . . gawd did I have to go as another wave rolled down & then another right behind it . . . a tidal wave . . . holding on waiting for it to subside.

Time was well and truly up as far as I was concerned . . . . Scurrying to wrap the towel around my waist . . . bolting out at breakneck speed through bedroom door, turn left fast, pulling open the back door . . . out onto the back landing . . .down three worn concrete stairs, almost flying clean off the galv steel handrail straight across 10 or so feet to a half open out - side dunny door . . . I made it . . . whew ! . . . made it with just seconds to spare . . . Spinning around planting my young arse down on that cold most welcoming porcelain pan as the first signs of several tidal waves unleashed . . . my body temp zoomed up sweatiness became apparent as my gut turned over . . . through it a sheen of clear sticky fluid appeared upon my upper thigh . . something that I'd become accustomed to each time an Enema took place & i knew l liked it . . . every time, yet I didn't fully comprehend why this occurred.

There I was sitting upon the throne, peering out the door half ajar feeling decidedly off colour cooling down & beginning to think what it might be like for a girl after hearing what was said to my cousin . . . deep in private contemplation mixed up in all this i wanted another Enema . . . even with a mildly sore backside . . . feeling like I'd been through a wringer . . . I was thinking about the Enema . . . It and now my witch of a cousin

Half an hour later cleaned up & back inside I managed to catch mums attention & told her what happened with the spiralling hot n cold sweats to which she reassured me & asked about the Enema in a calm inquisitive manner.

Around 9 or thereafter sitting up in bed reading that night mum came & sat down on the side of my bed to say goodnight & to check that i was feeling better . . . Then like a bolt out of the blue she suggested that perhaps tomorrow morning or the day after she would be giving me an Enema when the rest of the family left for the day . . . which was odd . . . didn't say why & only later following a plain saline Enema found that it was to counter the excessive soap. Apparently mum had also had a “quiet word” with Aunt C about the “rich” Enema mixture. After all I did end up with an itchy sore arse as a result, which thankfully mum applied some soothing savlon cream

True to her word the next morning with everyone gone I received a very soothing Enema

Midweek soon arrived when turning the bed mattress before making my bed there underneath sat a large white bedpan with what appeared as a bulky sized Higginson syringe neatly wrapped & placed inside it . . . . . what was it ?. . . what exactly had I found ? . . . It was my older cousin's bedroom . . . her secret was out !! . . . But !!! Standing there almost motionless staring down through the open weave wire bed frame at my discovery . . . excitement washed over me . . . what a find, thinking how to unwrap it & not get caught . . . risky as it was . . . with the family still up & about . . .do I chance it . . . the darn thing had a hold on me . . . what was it like ? . . . was it like ours back home . . . I had to know.

Turned out it was A Happy New Year after all.

🦘

Whenever anyone talks about the soapiest enema ever I think about the one the Collector / Enemarotica filmed of Sabrina w Anna ( one of the 200 motels series )

Sabrina and Anna drank a lot of wine and Sabrina was very tipsy by the time she prepared her enema. When she went to add the soap to the bag, she turned the quart bottle of Dr Bronners upside down and gave it a hard, long squeeze. The amount was never measured but it was easily several ounces of Dr B's peppermint rocket fuel. Before she finished the bag she started having bad cramps and rushed to the toilet to EXPLODE. The cramps she had while expelling were terrible and she cursed and the collector, cursed at enemas and said she was never going to do another enema again. According to the Collector, after she finished the super crampy expelling on the toilet, she passed out from the wine, and when she finally woke up a few hours later, … didn't remember any of it. The Collector then showed her the video. Amazed by it, she was mad at the Collector for letting her do the soapy overdose. He explained to her that he never interrupts an enema model when she's doing her thing, so she forgave him and continued doing enema videos for him and Stonefox after that. ( I think she still works for him, but hasn't appeared in any videos for quite a while )

There was not one specific time. All of the enemas mom prepared were super thick with Ivory soap. They all produced fast, thorough results. I don't use solution that strong.

Soapy enemas. Love that. It's been a long time since I've had an Ivory soap enema.