Erotic enemas...what turns you on?

I think there is a pretty fair number of us who are driven by the erotic nature of enemas (as opposed to the use of enemas purely for health or comfort reasons). I do a lot of solo play but on occasion I get to give and or receive with/from a playmate. By far the majority are solo; consequently, I have the opportunity to que up a lot of enema porn to enhance my experience”. Regardless, I rarely enjoy my kink without some release (and NOT just of the enema!! Lol)

I spend a lot of time watching enema porn (when the real thing isn’t possible for whatever reason). With the increasingly wide variety of enema porn available today, I have started to pay close attention to what I look for and more specifically, what “part” of the enema vids turn me on most. I’ve narrowed it down to a handful of features:

1. The insertion of the nozzle…from the moment it touches the lady’s rosebud (or guy’s in some cases) ‘til it is completely in place and the flow begins.

2. Expressions on the gal’s (or guy’s) face as the insertion is taking place and as the flow beings and continues.

3. Signs of sexual arousal…a dripping vagina (NOT from the enema!!), engorged nipples, or an erect or engorging penis.

4. I guess, too, the sight of a well lubed finger penetrating a rosebud is up there too…how can it not be?

Don’t want to dismiss any other wonderful aspects of our favorite pastime, but that’s what turns me on most. Regardless of your frame of reference, real life or porn… what’s your favorite feature?

For me an erotic enema is my girlfriend inserting a douche nozzle into my anus just far enough inside so that the enema flows in and attaches a Higgenson syringe to a tube attached to a completely full closed enema bag and starts squeezing the bulb while I lie on my back and she squats over me as I enter her pussy or ass. I reciprocate for her after expelling or if we both are empty after a couple of previous enemies, we may connect the hose to each other after one of us is full and give each other the enema.

The very first expulsion. The more solids, the better.

I don't consider my enemas to be punishment or erotic - they are simply enemas. “Enema” says it all!

I love to erotic videos of women being given enemas. I love the shape of their bums, their rosebud anus, vagina labias positioned close to their anus, face expressions and defecating with all the solutions sounds. All you women of all shapes and sizes are all beautiful worthy of a nice enema being given an enema by a make like me.

For me, it is a combination of helplessness and humiliation.

”Consensual“ enemas do not do it for me at all. When the receiver is in total control and fully enjoying it- it’s a hard turn off.

The enema needs to be reluctant or harsher. Consensual noncon RP is really where I find my happy place :-)

My vision is not fantastic, so I love verbal doms.

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Simulating as if drinking it up or puffing the pipe to cause a nice fullness, & noticing my water's advancing spread inside, gives a pleasant indulgence in relaxation. I ask the girl, there in my mind, if it is good and of course all she can do is coo, and moan and drink some more or ask for a pause. Then we feel and trace the weight, rubbing and testing the beginning bulge in her tummy ( but it's in my tummy really ; )

While some enemas become erotic, that is never my goal. Just sorta happens!

If I want to be truly erotic, I'll trot out in front of my husband in black shiny underwire bust corset, over a 4-panel classic girdle, fishnets and very high heels. He has to unwrap the package!! Adds to the eroticism in a way that just can't happen with a roiling gut, having to make sure I don't leak, and not knowing if I can hold out through climax!!

My favorite turn on? A big hard erection created by the whole enema process. It used to be a fun experience to ride that hard on. But lately, that is not the way things go.

I guess everyone into enemas has their favorite things. I mean I had the girl who started me on enemas and loved to look between my legs because she said it looked like my vagina was going to prolapse. I had another that loved to watch my face throughout the whole process. If I know I am going to be getting one I start getting wet. The longer I think about it, the wetter I get. The girl who started me on enemas knew I had a private line at work and would call me. She would hint about giving me enemas when I got home. She may be taking one and let me hear it. I would get so wet. Then when I got home she would shove me against the wall or against the couch or other areas where she could kiss the back of my neck. Then she would pull my scrub bottoms down and slide a finger in my vagina to get it soaked and then slide it in my butt and whisper to me that I needed an enema. Sometimes she would make me follow her to my bathroom with her finger still in me. Everything would be set up and the bag full. Then she would press me down to the floor onto my back and she would start licking me. She would have the bag high so that I could feel the rush of the water gushing in me. Then she would slow it down. I guess you could say I like all parts, especially the orgasms. Being multi-orgasmic helps as well. I also liked the way she would sit and hump on my toes as I expelled.

@duhwizzard well said! Especially 2 and 4!!!

Most erotic for me would be help from my wife inserting dbl b nozzle in me while we ar doing sex both covered in latex catsuits .

@duhwizzard well said! Especially 2 and 4!!!

Yes, @duhwizzard, nicely said, with my vote for especially #1-3.

And @Tabitha32, great description of your enema mentor and her persistent “teachings” from the phone call through the whole day to finally getting you filled with enema and enjoying your filling and release. Just being an observer watching and hearing you two do this would be stunningly erotic, let alone actually doing it like you describe. And BTW, nice erotic touch about her humping your toes while you're expelling - first time I’ve ever heard that one!

And last but definitely not least, @cigors,

Most erotic for me would be help from my wife inserting dbl b nozzle in me while we are doing sex both covered in latex catsuits.

Given my fetish for rubber and enemas among others, you and your wife’s DBC insertion while dressed in latex is an intense favorite of mine as well, especially since we know what happens right after you get your catheter inserted and inflated. Thanks for reminding me. 👍🏻😉

Eric

Other than an occasional visit to a professional my enemas are solo. I do like watching enema videos or looking at albums here. In video I enjoy those which portray someone receiving an enema reluctantly as a punishment or as treatment for not feeling well. The point at which nozzles are inserted is a major turn on, as well as good dialogue. Rectal temperature taken first is also a plus.

It can be really nice when an enema begins as a health need and morphs into “something more” with my favorite husband. One of our best kept secrets to an exciting marriage.

I definitely agree with 1 through 4, my only addition would be the type of enema porn, what I really like is real enema sessions with both parties completely naked and with preferably over 40 year old people, I never have understood why In most all porn videos women always keep there shoes on

I definitely agree with #1 through 4, my only addition would be the type of enema porn, what I really like is real enema sessions with both parties completely naked and with preferably over 40 year old people, I never have understood why In most all porn videos women always keep their shoes on

@eman445,

I agree about the shoes. My guess is that the producer, director or financial backer thinks that women taking an enema wearing high heels is sexier. I’d rather see them barefoot, or (unusually, because I have a strong rubber and sneaker fetish) wearing clean sneakers +/- socks.

Eric

For me it's the verbal aspect… the teasing voice asking me if I know why I'm getting the enema, the questions about my bowel habits that led to the enema, etc. Of course the physical feeling of something in my bottom is great, too…..

For me, it was always the anticipation. If I was sick in bed, and especially if no one else was in the house, and I heard certain things, like the closet opening, or water in bathroom running, I would be pretty sure I was going to get “it'”. I would be panic-stricken, hearing the prep being done, and knowing there was no way out. The, after the fifteen or twenty minutes, I would get the call to the bathroom, and the only thing I remember doing, after seeing the bulging bag hanging from the medicine cabinet door and the hose coiled in the sink, was to whine that I was fine and didn't need it. That would last only a minute or so, and I would be commanded to drop my shorts and climb onto her lap. Even then, the anticipation would be devastating, until the vaseline opened, and the hose purging was audible, and I was grasped by the butt cheeks, spread open, and then felt the insertion. When the first water shot in my bowels, I started again that I was getting full, it hurt, etc. No matter: the nozzle was in, my cheeks were pressed closed around it, and the enema would be administered completely. By the end, I was pretty docile and my belly was full. and I was defeated and had gotten the dreaded enema.

The Erotic Enema: The 1950's-type

I get highly turned on at the very thought of of them….the old red bags hung up by a string, the black douche nozzles, Ivory soap solution in the enema bag, the tin Vaseline jar and a good lubrication when the giver's index finger enters your rectum while it's twisted around and around. Then assuming the position and having the greasy black nozzle inserted, listening for the loud Click of the metal clamp. Feeling the surge of hot, soapy water which soon makes your tummy cramp while it uncomfortably fills you up. (Hold it, hold it, just a little more…) then blessed relief sitting on the toilet expelling backed up turds and farts, gushing out the brown soapy water which soon smells bad and the embarrassment factor reaches 100 on a scale of 1-10. My pussy lips are swollen and wet, I moan and feel like I'm about to orgasm and if that doesn't happen, I will masturbate furiously in private when I'm alone!!!

Older men and women remember this ritual well. I had my first orgasm sitting on the toilet while getting an old fashioned enema.

Referring to the previous post by Moms Egirl - I'll have what she's having. Although I did not have my first orgasm sitting on the toilet, I can identify with the old fashioned enema. Many good memories.

@Moms_Egirl Wow! You said it all perfectly! Captured all the nuances! Extra thanks!

Oh, yeah, Just as Mom' s Egirl stated!!! And for me add the interaction with a mature woman who loves to give the douche bulb or the red open top bag. She will ask me whether I want the ault or the douche nozzle on the bag hose. I tell her to choose and she changes to the curved long lady nozzle for me. She can be coy or firm in manner or eager to get wet doing me. I hope she will bend over in the process letting me look into her blouse or she may unbutton some for me. Perhaps she will notice my stiffness and rub me during the episode. There are so very many ways she can inter act with me.

How would you ladies imagine interacting with me?

I love when a woman gives me a hot soapy enema, it's a real turn on!

She forces me to strip naked and tells me to put on a open back hospital gown. Takes me in the bathroom where she has a bath towel on the floor and has me get into the knee chest position. She announces that she is Nurse Susan and says a rectal exam is in order. With a gloved hand & lubed with KY two fingers twist into my hole. Feeling around she says there is a lot of feces in there and I needed 2 enemas. Just hearing her fill up the bag got my cock to stand at attention. The nozzle was inserted and the first of two enemas flowed in. After expelling the first another was administered and as I was expelling she came back in and got on her knees as I was sitting on the toilet & gave me the best blowjob ever!

I'm with @BloatedFtMBelly - a combination of helplessness and humiliation. Consentual/non-con. The patient is informed they are suspected of being constipated, and must undergo an exam. The exam determines they are constipated (surprise!), and they are then treated with a combination of enemas, suppositories and strong oral laxatives. The patient respects the caregiver's authority and, although humiliated, cooperates fully. The details can vary depending on what the patient finds most humiliating…

Hard to find what I find most arousing in porn, but I’ve been lucky enough to have it in real life a number of times (never enough, and I will always crave more, but am immensely grateful for having had what I had at all).

I love the anticipation, as others have mentioned. Knowing that an enema or, better still, more than one, no matter what, is going to happen and I will have to submit to its/their inevitable cramps, fullness, and indescribable pleasure, is always a great way to start. I may dread them and worry whether my bitchy GI tract will cooperate or not, but I look forward to the experience every time. I can feel a warm sensation in my tummy and between my legs week before the actual day of. Butterflies? Whatever it is, I find the awareness that everything inside me will be removed by the large amounts of water and soap, m&m, or whatever is deemed necessary by the giver very much a turn on (these feelings are almost identical whether the enemas are done for medical purposes, which is why most of them happen, or given by a loving partne for pleasure or punishment or attitude adjustment). Sometimes I am prescribed oral laxatives or given suppositories to help my bowels be at least partially clean before the enemas. I hate the oral stuff for the most part, but I submit to that, too, knowing it’s necessary to make sure the process works as it should. I do enjoy suppositories, even when they cause really strong discomfort and cramps or make the enema harder to hold.

The feelings that precede the administration of the enema(s) are nothing compared to knowing that the nozzle will be inside me in a few minutes‘ time. That’s another highly “electric“ moment.

Finally its time for me to lay on my left side, with very little on, or completely naked: this depends on whether it’s a medical thing and it’s a doctor or nurse who is going to give me my enema/s, in which case I am wearing a little gown, and white sheets protect whatever modesty I am clinging on to, even though my cheeks are exposed and their nakedness feels even more noticeable. I’m naked if it’s my partner who is going to take charge of my clean outs. All enemas are clean outs for me, or I like to think they will be. I love feeling free and vulnerable with my partner.

So I lay on my left side and focus on relaxing whatever muscles in my body I can. This is when reality hits me and I get most aroused if I am with my partner and I know that nothing will stop the solution from filling me. I don’t get aroused when it’s a medically necessary procedure but I get into a similarly submissive state of mind. It has to happen and there’s no point in fighting it.

A deliberate and decisive finger or two rub Vaseline or some other lube on my anus first, and enter me and add more lube inside me. Oftentimes, the other hand of the giver is spreading my cheeks open but will do it myself if it’s my partner. As the fingers are rubbing Vaseline inside me, I may have my tummy palpated and I am asked if I am feeling any pain or discomfort, and told to relax. I know that the answer won’t really matter to a doctor unless it’s really agony that I feel, and they keep palpating to assess fullness or lack thereof and that touch is deep and somewhat invasive, way more than the fingers in the rectum.

The nozzle is next. Obviously. Finally. I close my eyes and relax, and take slow, deep breaths as the object of variable sizes and shapes is being inserted inside me. This part is incredibly good when it’s my partner and I and the enema is done for our pleasure only. What follows and what I am going to describe will only be about this type of enema(s).

The nozzle is in. I may squirm a little but I usually just let out a soft moaning noise and keep on breathing deeply and slowly. I may touch my clit or use a magic wand gently press against it, or my partner will. The clamp is open and I start to feel the solution flow inside me. Assuming no suppository and the urge they cause have been in the picture beforehand, the first couple of quarts are easy to take. My partner will probably rub my tummy and lift the bag up and down, or slow the flow by partially closing the clamp. The massage, even when deep and administered by his strong fingers pushing against my fillin, stretching tummy, feels glorious. I moan more loudly and he will encourage me to do so.

If it’s the first enema and I have not had a BM beforehand, after the first couple of quarts I will start to feel like I am really full. I will say so but I’m lovingly reminded that I need to take the whole bag (or as much of it as possible) for the enema to do its job. Cramps usually start to get noticeable around now.

I may be allowed to take a break, the nozzle firmly held inside me and the clamp fully closed, but I may not. If it’s a punishment enema (which is not a punishment, really, but rather a rougher and crampier one) a break may be needed or my insides will spasm too soon for me to be able to take much solution at all. My partner will ask me how I am feeling and make sure I am ok, but can also read my non verbal language and act accordingly. I’m usually pretty happy to talk through the whole enema, but recently I have learned to appreciate just the soothing voice of the person who I trust with what is ultimately one of the most intimate acts that two lovers can share. I moan and let him take over.

My enemas are typically 4 quarts, more or less. Halfway through the bag, and being filled with hot, soapy water, the struggle is real. But it’s what I want and it’s what I know I need to thoroughly enjoy the experience and get cleaned out as I should be from the beginning and be ready to take more and deeper enemas later. I am aware of that but I find it erotic to be reminded that whatever discomfort I may be experiencing is necessary for me to benefit from my enema fully (let’s be clear: this is true for me and these statements only apply to my partner and I and they are not things that I suggest everyone should want/need/do unless they are consensual and informed acts. Everything I describe here is the result of extensive communication and exchanges and experimenting with my partner, and is done because we both want it to happen exactly the way it does). I’m encouraged by him to relax and to get lost in the feelings of the solution filling me, of opening my body to it and letting it do its job. He can tell if I am starting to be re uncomfortable and will rub my back and cheeks, slow do the flow a little (I know my body and I will use our safe word if needed, but I also know that I want to be pushed a little, and that I objectively derive much more pleasure and relief by taking my whole bag or as close to that amount as I can).

My partner will keep being firm and loving, and praise me for having made it this far, and will hold my hand or rub my tummy as the last quart or so make its way deep inside my colon. I get giggly and feel a big rush as I feel the water stretch my whole tummy and may grab my partner’s hand, not just because I want to hold it, but to have him ”trace” my bowel as I tell him what each part is, and mock “teaching“ him my anatomical nerdy knowledge. He is quite schooled in anatomy by now but indulges me in this simple activity because he knows that it helps me hold the enema longer and it distracts me from the cramps and the fullness.

He holds the nozzle inside me or quickly replaces it with a large plug. I am in a very special place if I have got it this far and I am both suffering and extremely aroused. I listen to my body and adjust my position to be able to relax as much as possible. Sometimes that involves getting on all 4s, or in the knee chest position, but I have learned to appreciate the pleasure that simply being on my side gives me.

This is when my partner shows me how well he knows what I need. I need not to think and surrender to the enema and prepare f what is going to happen a few min later. I need not to think and just moan, pant, breathe, touch myself, or him, or all of those things. He will keep encouraging me, and remind me how good the catharsis will feel.

As he senses that I really can’t hold the enema anymore he will help me up and sit on the toilet as comfortably as possible. I know that this is when my tummy will somehow hold on to the enema even though I was desperate to expel it only seconds prior. My partner will take the nozzle or the plug out if he has not done so already and tell me that I can let everything out. It’s okay, I need to let myself open up and I am not alone. I’m probably in considerable pain now. I may even panic a little and that only makes me more tense.

He grounds me. He tells me to close my eye, or to look at him, and his hand reaches between my legs, and his other hand is us on my tummy. He will calmly comment how much I need to have a few orgasms. Before I can even respond he’s giv me the first, extremely hard one. He rubs my clit until I can’t stop myself from coming and he keeps doing it as those waves of pleasure take over the spasms of tension that I had been fighting in my bowels and I start expelling. He will not stop until a good amount of enema is out and will massage my tummy and finger my ass as needed to make sure that everything is out. I come again and again, and more filth is pushed out as I let my whole body be overpowered by the orgasms that he gives me.

This may be gross to some but it’s incredible to me. It’s thanks to experiences as the ones I have described that I can cope with the medical issues and invasive and nasty procedures that they require. It’s thanks to these enemas and the catharsis they give me that I can feel so alive even when I really struggle. And that’s only possible thanks to the person who has learned to meet needs I didn’t even know I had, never once making me feel uncomfortable or broken or plain gross but invariably loved and accepted.

Nah, when real life is that good porn can’t compete.

I have always enjoyed enemas since I can remember. I am more of a receiver than a giver. When my Domme calls me up and tells me that I need a good clean out, my heart skips. She usually gives me a days notice to build up the anticipation. I constantly look at my watch until the time finally arrives. I go to her house or a motel and her personality is just like any vanilla lady you would meet………. UNTIL you walk into the room. Once the door closes, she changes to a very authoritan woman. This builds up the anticipation. She would open her bag of toys and removed one of four different enema bags she has. She usually pulls out her trusty open top Klystra red one gallon bag. The one with the red tubing, steel pinch clamp with a flow adjusting clamp and her collection of different nozzles. Right after she makes the enema bag available, on goes the blindfold. I am made to strip down and to leave my underwear on. Usually the blindfold is very tight and you can not see anything. I hear her move about the room if not in her house. She puts down a large wee wee pad on the bed and takes the pillows and places them on the center of the bed. I am made to lay face down on the bed over the pillows to raise my buttocks high in the air. She has me lay there for about fifteen minutes and we have a conversation with me in this position. I hear her move about the room, hearing the zipper on her toy bag open and close. I know the enema is getting closer when she goes into the bathroom and starts to run the water. I hear the water shut off then after about two minutes, I hear the door open and footsteps. I hear her assemble the portable enema bag stand she made me make for her. Then she walks back into the bathroom and the water starts to run again. I hear the sound of the enema bag filling then the sound of the clamp being snapped open then shut. I hear the footsteps coming towards me then the sound of the enema bag being attached to the stand. I have no idea what nozzle she chose for the enema session.

I lay there face down with my mid body raised in the air. I hear her come to the side of the bed and takes my arms and attaches velcro restrants to my wrists then connects them together. I wait there with what feels an eternity. Then I feel her thumbs slip under the elastic band on my underwear and pull them down to my knees. Now I lay there feeling the coolness on my buttocks. Then she makes small conversation when without warning, I feel the sting of her rectiangular oak paddle on BOTH buttocks. She rains down about twenty good spanks making my buttocks burn and tingle. Then she tells me that you redden up nicely. NOW you are ready for your enema. I feel the coolness of the K-Y smeared on my opening. I tump at first but it did feel good. Then I feel her finger and thumb part my well paddled buttocks then the feel of the nozzle. Take a deep breath I am told then the feeling of one of her medium sized nozzles enter me. The nozzle feels good and filling. I wait for the sound of the clamp being snapped open. At first I feel the coolness of the water that was in the hose quickly followed by the hot water thsat filled the bag. As Mistress administers my enema, she picks up a different paddle and paddles my buttocks as the HOT SOAPY ENEMA fills me.

Wow, but I had to think about this one. For one it is the peaceful look on an attractive female's face as the enema slowly fills her. After that it is watching her expel as wave after wave exits her. I don't want to see the actual expulsion but rather the facial expression and the breathing. Also a naked attractive female standing at the sink running the water and filling the bag is nice, too.