Enemas Gone Wrong

@BigBagBoy - The water didn't flow in as it normally does. I checked the hose for kinks, and found nothing. I adjusted my position, and I could feel some water flow in, but not the usual flood. In addition, the bag only flattened a little before I felt like I was going to explode. I clamped the hose, and raced to the toilet.

Not to be discouraged, I tried it again. This time, I had strong cramps, and could barely hold it until I reached the toilet.

After expelling, I called it quits. I didn't even drain the bag to the halfway mark. I was very disappointed. I didn't even feel better afterward. Plus, there was no real plug, as I was able to have a normal BM within 24 hours of the irrigation.

I’ve had the very same thing happen to me a number of times over the years.

Before I got divorced, my wife and I occasionally gave each other enemas to start sexual foreplay, other times, we gave each other enemas after we’ve had sexual intercourse. During my High School years, my girlfriend and I gave each other enemas each month during her period. My brother, sister, and I gave each other enemas after school starting at puberty, once our RN grandmother taught us to solo enemas. It’s happened, at one time or the other, to each of us. Sometimes, I think, the colon is just not in the mood to receive an enema.

Sometimes, I think, the colon is just not in the mood to receive an enema.

I have found this to be true as well as the comment that colon tubes tend to creep out. I think that is due to the natural action of the intestines so when giving the tube I always keep one hand on it. Nothing harder than trying to catch that snake while it is slithering around spewing water.

I remember right after my wife and I got married. She was giving me one of my enemas with an open top faultless syringe. She had just hung it up and was just sitting down on the toilet when the tab broke. The entire bag of soapy water flew all over her. She was pissed and got up off that toilet picking up the now empty syringe in one swoop and proceeded to throw that thing into the bathtub. She, then, marched out of the bathroom saying a few choice words as she exited.

The funny thing about enemas is that no two are exactly alike. And the difference between a sublime enema experience and one that goes terribly wrong is often a very thin line.

From your body totally rejecting the infusion of a nice warm bag of plain water to a disaster resulting from an equipment failure, we've all been there at one time or another.

Recently, I was so in the mood for an enema session that I could hardly wait. When the time came, I filled the bag with my usual salt/soda solution, attached my KGL-1 silicone nozzle and gently pushed the nozzle inside me. As I clicked open the hose clamp, my rectum immediately said, "NO!" I had taken no more than a juice glass full and I was jumping up from the floor and heading for the toilet. After expelling what seemed to be a cubic foot of gas, my solution was cold and I was forced to start over. This wasn't what I expected nor wanted from this session. But it was just one of those enemas that just went wrong...for whatever reason.

Yes, I did end up having a nice session, but the bloom was off the rose and the enemas that followed turned out to be more functional than fun.

Sometimes things don't go as planned...and it just turns out to be an enema gone wrong!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

I remember when I tried to give my first self administered enema with a bag. I inserted the nozzle and reached out to unclamp the hose and the nozzle slid out of my rear and the enema solution went all over the bathroom floor.

When I was about 15 I took a red wine enema on a Saturday afternoon and leaked some on my blanket, which badly stained it. When I went to wash it the stain did not all come out. I told my mother I was relaxing with some red wine (I didn't say it was up my ass) and I spilled some from the glass while I was watching a movie on television. She was more annoyed that I ruined the blanket than I was having some wine. Luckily it was a very light weight summer blanket, not a heavy fancy winter quilt.

After decades of enema indulgence, I learned that one should plan for contingencies and be prepared. Unfortunately, not all contingencies are imaginable.

As a youngster, I was home from school "sick". I was alone in our apartment with grandma next door. I had seized the opportunity to self administer and hung the filled bag from the towel rack. I had inserted the nozzle as I stood with my back to the bag. A significant earthquake shook the apartment building and the weight of the bag caused it and the towel bar to fall to the floor.

Because it was a fountain syringe, all the remaining fluid from the bag spilled out. Additionally, I learned first hand about "Harris Flush" enemas as the contents of my bowel released onto the floor also through the still implanted nozzle. I hurriedly grabbed most of the clean towels from the linen closet to sop up the nasty water. I put them in the tub for a clean up effort.

It wasn't long before grandma came to check on me. I had managed to clean up fairly quickly, but the dirty stinky towels were still in the tub. Grandma asked what was going on and I told her the toilet overflowed. She seemed to believe me and told me to rinse the towels and then put them in the wash on a hot water cycle. Aside from the calamity of this earth shattering enema experience, I was no worse for the wear.

As was usually the case, I got my expected enema from mom when she got home from work. This was practically a given when staying home from school with reported digestive troubles.

When I was about 15 I took a red wine enema on a Saturday afternoon and leaked some on my blanket, which badly stained it. When I went to wash it the stain did not all come out. I told my mother I was relaxing with some red wine (I didn't say it was up my ass) and I spilled some from the glass while I was watching a movie on television. She was more annoyed that I ruined the blanket than I was having some wine. Luckily it was a very light weight summer blanket, not a heavy fancy winter quilt.

15 and already a wino. Shame on you. I drank some Red Mountain wine with some friends about that same age and got so drunk I threw up for 2 hours. I got home and blew up the bathroom, threw up all over and my younger sister went and cleaned it up so the parents didn't find out. I couldn't even smell wine for the next 10 years without wanting to throw up. That was my first experience and I learned a valuable lesson. I'm surprised that you weren't the same way with wine up the ass at 15. Must not have been very much.

My experience with alcoholic enemas goes back pretty far. My parents knew I wasn't an abuser or drunkard, so having a little wine wasn't a problem. Besides, the family often had wine with dinner, so all I had was less than half a bottle left over from the night before--and it was Friday night, NOT a school night.

I was a good girl. 😁 😁 😁

There is a reason that I will now only use closed top bags. Early on I was fascinated by the thin latex bags and how they would stretch when full, also they were cheap and easy to hide when i still lived at home. After I moved out i still kept a couple since they were small and easy to carry when traveling. I have had more than one of these bags rip out at the hanging grommet (with no warning) spilling water all over the bathroom or bed. I have not seen one for sale in years so I think they are no longer available. I only use closed top bags now both for nostalgia sake as that was what was used on me as a child and from a practical point since they are spill proof. I have also had times when the hose would slip off the end of the nozzle and water would go everywhere, both from the bag and from my rectum! It was always a scramble to first remove the nozzle then shut off the hose as fast as possible. Always made a mess no matter what. Now I make sure the nozzle is a good fit in the hose. Occasionally trimming off the last 1/2" of the hose is a good practice to keep it tight.

AndyP

You can get the same thing at any good hardware store for about a quarter of that price. Maybe half for FDA Approved food grade, which I am in favor of using.

Another good place to look is an RV parts and supply business.

They may not be as cheap as the hardware store but they will almost always have food-grade in those sizes and while they may not be as cheap as the hardware store they are less expensive than THAT!

We had a hose come off the bag once. Fortunately we weren't having sex so the hose could be quickly put back on after turning the bag upside down.

Sex had to wait until after the floor was cleaned up. Then the fun was able to restart, after topping off the bag.

My old devol combination bag is getting old. So not to put to much strain on it, I bought a new bag to use. This way I can preserve the devil bag ? by using it less often. So I bought a Flents combination bag that I saw on the shelf in CVS. The bag was made with a heavy vinyl , and the hose also of vinyl. When I used it, the hose held it,s kinks even after running hot water through it . The plastic clam was of the ratchet type, where you are suppose to set the flow. But water only ran through it in the full open positions . Any other position nothing went through. But even in the full open position there was little flow , even with the bag held high ( 5 feet ) because of the kinks in the hose. I was very disappointed with the new purchase. Buy that time it was to late in the morning to get the old devil comfy bag out and set up.....toni

Buy that time it was to late in the morning to get the old devil comfy bag out and set up.....toni

Couldn't help notice you are calling your bag "the old devil comfy bag" - had to laugh as that relates to my moniker and the way I felt about the enema bag being out to get me when I was young..

In the morning my bathroom routine is almost always to fill up my bowels with warm water using a shower nozzle, plug up with a big plug and shave while retaining. I've had a close call a few times when the cramps got the best of me, but always managed to get to the toilet seat for expulsion. Bad things happen when the release is of the explosive kind and all the messy water recoils up from the toilet, splashing your butt, the seat and, sometimes, even the toilet proximity. Not a pleasurable sight or cleaning and scrubbing.... Makes you wonder if is it worth it... Of course it is 😉 An occasional incident vs everyday fun... But I do all my enemas in the bathroom only.

To toni 78: I also bought a Flents combo bag from CVS about a year ago. Mostly out of curiosity because I have never had that brand before. Like you, I was very disappointed in the quality. I think I used it twice and pitched it because my older bag was still much better. It is very difficult to find a quality bag in the local drugstore these days.

Regarding mention of buying a new bag only to find the tubing has been folded causing kinks - I've never heard of or purchased a bag made by "Flents" fortunately, but did purchase few other brands where the tubing had some kinks in it. That was always a big disappointment! Be interesting to have had the nerve to return it, showing a salesperson the reason for return..

I had an enema go wrong last night. I couldn't hold it for some reason and I left a trail heading to the bathroom. Then daughter walks in my bedroom sees mess on tile floor and says Eww. Then I used the bathroom upstairs with Jacuzzi tube and drain pipe comes loose as I am draining tub and water pouring into laundry. Now that is an enema that had gone wrong!

Fordp the last few years I have been using the disposable enema buckets. The first one I used was from the hospitaconstipated so went to Dr he ordered enemas so the nurse is not very friendly and filled the bucket i watched as she filled it she put 5 of the little soap packets in it and proceeded with the enema when the bucket is empty she tells me i have to hold it for 30 minutes so I struggle and manage to hold 30 minutes but as soon as I sat up on the treatment table I just couldn't hold it it gushed out all over the table and puddled on the floor. The nurse was not happy about it but I got cleaned out. I took the bucket home with me and that's another story ??

I am reminded of the time the grommet broke on my faultless bag, spilling water all over the floor. This is why I now hang my bag in the shower stall. Better safe than sorry.

09/21/20

I just cleaned up from an equipment failure: the hose disconnected from the nozzle mid-fill resulting in a rush to clamp the hose to prevent the remaining contents spilling on the floor while simultaneously plugging the open end of the nozzle to stem the flow of liquid (thankfully, clear having had an extended session yesterday) from my insides.

Needless to say I curtailed the session.

No two enemas are ever exactly alike!!!

You can insure that it won't go as planned by over planning.

After many many many enema sessions going right, I had one go wrong last night.

About halfway through my fill with my 3+ liter bag, the hose came undone from the nozzle without me immediately realizing it. After noticing the bag draining rather quickly, I looked down to see that the hose came disconnected and there was water gushing from the hose and me. Luckily I use many puppy pads just in case something like this happens, which all became soaked. Clean up was bad, but could have been a lot worse without the absorbent pads.

I looked down to see that the hose came disconnected and there was water gushing from the hose and me.

Oh, had that happen to me a few times, and like you didn't realize it right away. By the time I get things cleaned up and all set to do again, much of my interest and desire for an enema has gone...

Oh yeah,

Was on the sub side and this woman gave me multiple enemas to clean me out prior to using a strap on.

Apparently I was not totally cleaned out after 3 enemas or at least not finished expelling.

I knew something was wrong when she suddenly stopped. Thank goodness she had towels down.

To add to my humiliation, she marched me into her tub and made me bend over while she thoroughly cleaned me with a shower wand and a wash cloth.

She then took me back to her bench and used a leather strap on me for a full 30 minutes for making a mess!

I have already posted about my body swallowing the nozzle.

I have also had it release gas and leave the nozzle dangling in the air

The Enema from Hell ;

This afternoon, With the rain outside, I decided I wanted a nice, hot, soapy enema.

I went to the closet and took out my new, clear, silicone, one-gallon bag, and my new colon tube. So far, all was well, and my excitement grew.

Going to the bathroom to turn on the hot water, I put a bar of ivory soap in the bowl and soon had enough for a great enema. I found my Astroglide and headed for the bedroom, put a chux pad on the bed along with a fluffy towel, and lubed up the colon tube. my plan was to take half the bag first to empty the lower bowel, then a second with the colon tube to get things cleaner.

OK, so I shed the shorts, lay down on the bed, and started to reach for the tube. As I did, it came apart from the bag, even though it had seemed solid just a minute or so earlier. Water started pouring all over the place. Before I could reach the bag, the soapy water drained all over the carpet and, as I found out later, went through the wood floor to the basement.

I jumped up, entangled my right foot in the tubing, and fell over. I tried to grab the side of the bed and my head was quickly wet from the huge spot on the carpet.

So much for being excited about an enema.

Have any of you had similar experiences? What a waste of an efternoon.

Sweet Jeebus, you could have been seriously injured – it's a good thing you weren't. All things considered, you got lucky despite having had a shitty (couldn't help it) afternoon. I hope there won't be too much damage to the flooring.

As to answer your question, no, I am lucky to never have had such a wasted experience.

It could have been worse. You could have lost control after the enema was in you and expelled the gallon of water plus your full bowel of poo on the rug and floor.

First coffee enema. Stand tipped over and I ended up with a coffee shampoo.