What do you talk about during an enema?

How much I know you like it that I see your excited and that you’ll be given more….

I prefer bulbs, and am turned on by the sounds associated with bulb enemas. When I syringe my girlfriend, I love the nervous silence as I move the nozzle towards her ass. I love the gurgling and suction sounds as she is being filled up and I finally remove the nozzle out of her. I also love the occasional groaning sounds she makes. So no talking necessary!

Who needs to talk. It’s all about feelings.

My first enema in a medical setting was prior to a tonsillectomy when I was 8. It was also my first large volume enema. The nurse ask me to accompany her to a large bathroom with a huge bathtub. Whereupon she said “I am going to give you an enema now, have you ever had one before.” I said yes and she told me to take my pants off and lay in the bottom of the bathtub on a towel. The enema was all prepared sitting in a enamel bucket on the shelf behind the tub. She ask me to take a deep breath and hold it. Next I felt her part my cheeks and insert the tip, click and a rush of water. She then started a conversation about my family asking me questions about my siblings, their ages, birth order, my school, and other family details. All of a sudden she said “let me know when you have to go potty”, probably because I had taken the required amount. I said I have to go right now! (I probably had a quart of soapy water in me by then) When I was sitting on the toilet I realized that the conversation was a complete distraction and I never felt any discomfort during the entire enema. I wondered if this was something taught in nursing school or tribal knowledge.

With Rick, it is always very romantic. We talk about things like what I am going to make for dinner, painting a wall a different color, new food for the chickens, buying new plates that match. Then I make the got to poop face and he helps me up and watches me poop then cleans me up fils another bag waits for me to lay down shoves the soaped nozzle in and we start talking again. On the third bag, we don't talk. I like the third bag it is a lot of fun.

My wife and I don't really chat during enemas. She is not verbal when she gives them and all I can usually muster is gibberish when I am receiving.

The only time we ever chat is through the bathroom door while I expel.

One time when a nurse was giving me enema before my restoscope exam, I simply asked what is going volume to be?

She said 2 liters. I asked: why so much? Of course not in complaining way. Her reply: it needs to be cleaned properly, so that doctor can examine you properly.

Another time when a nurse was giving enema in her apartment, we talked about how unpleasant piles are…

This morning we ( wife and I ) talked about a mosquito buzzing around my head as the enema flowed deep into my colon.

Haven't given my gal an enema in a long time, but don't remember ever talking while I had the pipe in her. After, I'd ask her through the bathroom door how she was doing and if she was ready for a another…

The usual shit. 😃

...about the politics of the day and the next dinner...

Holy shit; of course only about awesome things, and enemas...😂😂😂

Last time a woman gave me` an enema she was busy working the decent sized nozzle in & out of my anus far more than was necessary. Having pulled on an elbow length pair of black latex gloves she smeared some lube on my painfully hard cock & while working the nozzle with one hand began to masturbate me with the other. "Would you like me to tell you how I enjoy getting anally fucked by my boyfriend? she enquired in a matter of fact sort of tone. She than continued with the enema & the handjob telling me how much she enjoyed getting fucked by his enormous cock with a thick bulbous head deep in her rectum & her anus gripping his shaft like a tight rubber band "what I enjoy most is when he comes deep inside me, like a sort of loving firework display bursting deep inside me flooding me with all his hot spunk..." A lot more spunk was ejaculated at that point. all mine & all over the front of her plastic apron!

When I do get the chance to have enemas (which is not often and has not been for awhile now) I enjoy talking with my partner about the whole experience. Talk about the contents of the solution, about the feelings during the insurting of the nozzle, hoe you want the flow for this one (fast or slow), the feelings during the filling and the cramping's etc., then all those sweet feelings during the holding. And then those feeling during the expelling! Talking during the entire process, along with the sights, sounds and smells of a complete enjoyable enema.

In the hospital, during enema time, I usually discuss lighter topics, such as String Theory or the Ontology of the Universe. It really helps to alleviate any cramping, because all parties are particularly confused by the end of it all.

If I’m getting my enemas solo, I’ll most likely be messaging my partner and describing the process (solution, volume, nozzle, position, how I’m feeling and what the enema does for me) from the beginning to the end. Occasionally he can call or FaceTime while I’m taking my enema(s) and will help me verbalize what I am feeling and coach me to take the whole bag, or hold it for a few minutes longer than I had initially intended to do: this may seem like a bunch of small things but, considering how hard it is for me to relax and really open my body to the enema, my conversations with my partner can make a huge difference.

When we are together in person and he’s giving me the enemas I so desperately need and crave, we’ll talk about how I’m really overdue for a good cleanout, how much he enjoys controlling my bowels and how he wants to push me to be more disciplined and take my enemas and hold them for however long he believes to be necessary for them to truly work on my stubborn insides. When the cramps start to kick in, he will rub my tummy or my butt or my lower back, give me nozzle treatments and describe what he’s doing (usually the goal is for me to really submit to my needs and cravings and get lost in the pleasure and my discomfort that the enema causes; as much as I love when it happens, I have a very hard time giving up control and he will encourage me to do so. That encouragement can be in the form of a good spanking or of soothing words and praises or be very matter of fact exchanges).

When I have reached my limit and it’s finally time to expel my enema or I simply can’t take any more solution, he will help me up to the toilet and, especially if I am struggling with the cramps and he realizes that my bowels are “shut” even though they are incredibly full, he will tell me to close my eyes and just let everything out and that it’s okay to do so, and that he is there with me (which I understand may seem embarrassing for some but is of great arousal and comfort to me). He will play with my clit, pinch my nipples, help me get a few squats in if I am really unable to expel the enema, and distract me with conversations about politics, or about what my next enema will do and contain. Sometimes he will decide that more (and often stronger) solution is needed to make my tummy stop tensing up and he will make me get another bag ready. He will tell me to get into a position which gives him full access, like the knee chest, and warn me about the discomfort that I’m likely to experience shortly afterwards but remind me that it’s necessary for me to feel better (it is). As the second bag of hot and very soapy water starts to fill my bowels to the point that I am about to explode and have a massive accident all over the bathroom floor, he will tell me to hold whatever inside me for as long as I can while telling me to describe what I’m experiencing and to moan and take deep breaths through the cramps as much as I need to do, all while reminding me that he is proud of me and that he is there by my side. By this time, I am finally ready to have a really strong expulsion and he helps me get to the toilet and even hold the nozzle in until I’m safely in range of the bowl and he just holds me. As relief finally happens he comments how much I needed this enema (or these enemas) and how good it is that I can have the BMs that I probably hadn’t had in days (he is not wrong!). This is my best guess because, as that happens, I’m coming too hard to really understand what is being discussed and I just get lost in the pleasure of being able to breathe and of feeling a few quarts of filth gush out of me 😉

@TheBriannaYouCrave such a nice read!!! Your partner is just so lucky to enjoy these with you!

Before we start, there is usually a bit of coaching about you're going to take all of this for me, and your going to hold it for this length of time when I finish. During the filling the giver will ask about how the enema solution temperature is, if they like the nozzle movement, if they need some rubbing somewhere, for the most part there is some conversation and the conversation will be about their enema or how the giver likes to see the nozzle firmly inserted in their ass. The word enema is used frequently and unless it is a cold enema it is usually given at a speed of a quart every thirty seconds. The person receiving the enema will do protesting about it being too much or too fast or some other problem. What is actually happening though is the person taking the enema has an exam glove on and is touching the spouse, if they are rubbing the spouses anus it is a signal you're in control, if they penetrate their anus gently then it signals faster regardless of the complaints, and if it is a deeper penetration and thrusting then it translates to squeeze and wring the bag, removing and not touching is a stop request. Stopping is a timed event, it generally is stopped for 5 seconds then back on. You can have as many stops as you want, but it is not going to be a major break. Afterwards there may be some comment about it was good or great but both my wife and I like the appearance of the giver being forceful and demanding while in reality it plays out differently. At times of course the positions may not allow for that touching but we know each other pretty well and don't have a problem in communicating.

I often take enemas with a friend or two on Saturday mornings, we always discuss qtys to be taken or attempted then during how great it feels. Personally I love a large enema once completely empty - there is just something about taking a 3.5~4qt enema and then releasing... I've several friends that feel the same way.

In real life the usual stuff sports tv shows. In play it depends on the role I’m in as a patient I’m usually wingeing and whining like a brat while the nurse shames and chastises me. If I’m the medical professional usually very inappropriate and sexualized comments on the patients anatomy.

@BigJane sounds so nice Jane. Happy Saturday tomorrow!!!

With my husband, typically gentle "wife talk" – telling him what I've put in the enema, what I'm about to do (to him), not to worry about the length of the tube going into him, "take a deep breath, you'll hardly feel it," etc., checking how he's feeling, asking when to stop and start the flow, reassuring him through the cramps that he's going to be OK, coaching him to retain, yada, yada. He has a Master's degree in engineering and is amazing in his profession, but he needs to be reassured that he's going to "survive" the enema and feel better.