Enema mood

Anxious and looking forward to the greased up nozzle sliding into my rectum.

It does not matter the mood I am to take an enema. If I want one and have the opportunity, I will take one without analyzing my mood. Maybe a better question would be to ask what mood one is in after an enema. My answer would be great...super...relaxed..happy, fulfilled,etc

I am usually the giver but as a receiver I feel very submissive in a rather childlike manner. The enema has always been seen as secretive and naughty. So I would probably be very compliant but eager .. LOL

I have to agree with Denise. The mood after is more important. I always feel calm and drained because I take several hot soapy enemas, each larger in volume to try to stretch my limits and then a rinse enema followed by masturbation. After all that, and the cleanup, I'm done. And tired.

Likely a broken record response now after so many others have replied and I too have to go with aroused, excited, exposed (if that may be used to describe a mood), decadent and happy all rolled into one event. Since I’m always solo I’ll have a solid block of alone time. The first step is stripping my clothes off in an unusual place then deliberately setting out my enema equipment and all of the fluids that will soon flow inside me. The towels will be positioned on the floor and the backside will be prepped with lube. Sometimes I may join a group here on Zity yet others I may prefer to be on my own. Once the nozzle is inserted to a proper depth I’m in that place all of you know so well. My routine is the first one I’m on my stomach followed by a second on my back with the finale in Sim’s position to be plugged and retained. Good things happen in threes as I ride that roller coaster of emotional bliss 😁

"I'm petulant and in a tizzy". I don't recall where I heard that quote...probably from Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention, years ago I might add.

I have to stop watching the news. It’s depressing, and it’s making me depressed. I feel like I need a B12 shot. I’ve been in a funk, like it’s an achy flu but it’s probably not. My temp was 98.2. Just the blahs. My mom used to call it being “out of sorts.” She would always ask, “Are you constipated?” She was never one to beat around the bush.

I guess you can say that yesterday I was in my “enema mood.” Part physical, part mental. Surprise, I needed the physical part more than I thought. It boosted my spirits a little, too. My mom was right! She usually was.

@Vicki_V I have to stop watching the news. It’s depressing, and it’s making me depressed.

Oh is what you said ever the truth!!! I have to stop watching the news. I want to avoid all news till we are into November... My only consolation, of a sort, is that at my age, in ten years it's like none of this this will matter for me...

@Denise "Maybe a better question would be to ask what mood one is in after an enema."

The "after-effect" of an enema is that I usually feel calmer and more relaxed. If I'd been sick, an enema will often help me rest and even sleep.

Maybe a better question would be to ask what mood one is in after an enema.

Oh, that's very easy to answer - really drained! Couldn't resist the pun, but true.

A sure-fire way to get an enema from mom, grandma, or our teenage aunts was to be “out of sorts” as they called it. With mom it was more likely to happened on a rainy day for whatever reason. Maybe it was because we had to play inside rather than outside, I don’t know. We never really figured that one out, we just knew that on rainy days mom was apt to tell us, “Y’all are acting like you’re out of sorts. I think you need a good enema.” After mom finished giving us an enema or two, I have to admit, I felt better. And judging from what my siblings said, they did too.

With grandma, it could happen at any time, especially if one of us was a little moody. She would take whichever one she thought was “out of sorts” to the bathroom and give them an enema or two. However, most of the time, she would tell one of mom's younger sisters to take care of it. That got interesting because mom hated getting enemas, but her younger sisters didn’t. But moms dislike of enemas, sure didn’t stop her from giving us enemas at the drop of a hat. Her two sisters on the other hand, were different. Both girls liked getting enemas as much as we did. So, when grandma told either one of the girls to take care of us, it was, “oh mom, do I have too.” It was funny hearing them say that because both girls looked for any excuse to give us enemas. So, when they said that, grandma told them, “You’re acting like the kids now. You know how to handle it. So, take care of it.”

The normally routine was for both girls to give us enemas (when requested by grandma) in the big downstairs bathroom before bathing us together in the large walk-in dual head shower in the evening. Then, after putting us to bed on evenings they gave us enemas, they usually gave themselves a couple of enemas. Not only could we hear them, but I accidentally walked-in on them one evening without thinking. We’d been giving a couple of enemas and I needed to return to the bathroom unexpectedly and was in a hurry. Hence, I was thinking about anyone being in the bathroom.

So, when that happened, the one she told to take care of it, took whoever it was to the bathroom and gave them a couple of enemas in private. It was during these one-on-one enemas, prompted by grandma, that the girls got really playful with us. Making us all feel a lot better, once we'd done an enema or two.