Having my partner give me my enemas doesn’t compare to the ones I give myself. Before him the only other people who had given me enemas except for myself and for healthcare professionals (whose enemas have always been extremely clinical and not even remotely erotic, but very effective), were my late fiancé and, just before my partner and I met, a guy who I only saw a couple of times. He was not very good but he “broke the dam” in the enema drought -over a decade long- and this helped me realize that there was the possibility for erotic/non medical enemas in this life 😉 He was not very good nor particularly gentlemanly but he made it easier for me to lower my inhibitions and just get into the mindset that I was going to find someone who was going to be interested in giving me the enemas I so want and need and, when my partner came into my life, I was ready for him.
So I guess this person served his purpose after all.
I’ve written about how I discovered how glorious enemas given by my late fiancé were very early on in our relationship (in fact our first time together involved enemas, too, which was something we had discussed for the few months that had passed since the time we first started talking online, while he was deployed overseas, and that unforgettable moment when we were finally together in person, and we had both agreed that it was something we wanted to do very badly. We had both given ourselves enemas solo but we were each other’s “first”). After he passed away I never thought I’d meet another man who shared the same interest for this particular “kink”. I still gave myself enemas and I received them from doctors and nurses as my various GI issues “evolved” and required frequent visits and tests and treatments that were best and most effective when given in the form of enemas (I won’t dwell on the number of barium enemas that I have been subjected to over the years for the time being and I am pretty sure I have covered that topic in other threads).
Then, rather unexpectedly, after the fiasco with the non gentlemanly guy, the man who is my partner came into my life. I was a little skeptical when he said that he was as anal erotic as I had proclaimed to be and into enemas, both giving and receiving them. I’m sure he felt the same level of skepticism that I did. When we first got together, again, after months of talking about what we were hoping our first date would be like, it became clear that we had been telling each other the truth about our passion and craving for enemas and other anal things. He had been made aware of my health problems and had been incredibly supportive and understanding about the way in which they affect(ed) my BMs and GI tract as a whole and the first enema he gave me was one of the very best of my life. He used a nozzle that was not the generic one that comes with the average bags you get from Amazon or similar places, but rather a thick, long silicone one, and he was able to make me relax and take a fairly large and very soapy bag as I was on all 4s and he sat behind me, massaging my tummy and teasing my clit ever so slightly and edging me as the solution started to really fill me up. Just as I told him that I didn’t think I could take any more Dr Bronner’s “flavored” quarts, he coached me on how I should do my best to hold the enema a little bit longer and breathe through the cramps, and that I was safe with him and could relax with him and wouldn’t have to worry if I made a mess, which was a big concern of mine. As I really felt close to making a real mess, he helped me up and situated me on the loo, where the enema gushed out of me and he gave me a massive orgasm by rubbing my clit and tummy as I was expelling it. I was hooked again and realized that, no matter how good my self administered enemas might have been, nothing compared to what they felt like when he was giving them to me. Many more have followed since then and we have experimented with a variety of nozzles and colon tubes, toys, spanking, a bunch of different solutions and a number of positions and, simply put, it gets better every time. We have incorporated elements of power exchange and, being both switches, I feel like I’ve got the best of both worlds. He has also helped me learn how to use the 32” colon tube on myself when he can’t be there and much more. The fact that he has been there for me when I was dealing with some very painful flare ups and has given me the exact kind of enemas I needed to find relief and really relax my bowels and surrender to the nozzle and the solutions that, in the past, I would have given myself (and still do when he is not able to be there in person) and dreaded a great deal, has been both therapeutic and erotic at once.
Having a partner that really understands your needs and derives satisfaction in meeting them and giving you as much pleasure (and enjoys the pleasure as much as he loves guiding me through the process, the struggle and the pain that come before the final relief of the expulsion) as possible has been something that has changed my life for the better and, perhaps unsurprisingly, has made me feel healthier and more comfortable with who I am in ways that I didn’t expect I would experience.
When the right person gives me an enema or, better still, a few of them, it’s so much better and effective than when you have only yourself to rely on. Furthermore, it makes the enemas that I take solo much more fun and effective than they used to be.