Feeling The Enema Nozzle Enter

@Vicki_V Those few moments of anticipation before the nozzle or tube is inserted sometimes take my mind into another world.

Oh, the feeling of the nozzle fully inserted in the moments before the clip is snapped open - it's a helpless, excited feeling of that there's no stopping it now - I'm going to get an enema!

The anticipation of a large, hot and soapy enema, especially when you want it very badly and need it just as much is one of my favorite parts of the whole experience. My partner has massaged my tummy and teased my clit and gently lubed me up and his touch invariably makes my anus crave what I know is about to enter me. He will hold me and look into my eyes or whisper, “I think it’s time” or “are you ready for your enema? You know you need it” and I start getting incredibly aroused and almost desperate for the enema to start. Instead, he will make me get the bag ready as he gets towels and pillows on the bathroom floor and arranges everything that will be needed -more Vaseline, a bottle of Dr. Bronner’s, some Gatorade zero (my beverage of choice when taking my enemas), and occasionally other items such as suppositories, a variety of nozzles etc. He lets me pick the nozzle and, once the bag is full of hot minty water, he will tell me to get on my left side or on all fours or on the knee/chest position; he then primes the tube, adds more Vaseline to my anus and stretches me just enough for me to relax and proceeds to coat the nozzle with a generous amount of Vaseline. As others have described, the few seconds before I feel the nozzle enter me, when I am fully exposed and have my cheeks spread wide open are just a burst of pleasure and a touch of anxiety (will I be able to take enough of my enema? Will I be able to hold it for as long as my partner wants me to? Will I make a mess?), and my partner knows that and tells me to just get lost in the sensations that the enema will bring. As he says that I know that I am about to surrender to him and that he is in charge of my bowels. The nozzle slides into my rectum and the hot water starts to fill me and my immediate reaction is to ask my partner to stop or slow down the flow, which he usually does, only to open the clamp shortly afterwards without warning. As I get fuller and fuller he rubs my back and, if he really wants me to remember that I can and should let go of any control that I believe I still have, he will play with the nozzle, taking it almost all out and then pushing it deep into my rectum again and holding it there as I ask for permission to have a much needed BM over and again. Lately he has been coaching me to really try and hold my enema for as long as I possibly can -after the nozzle has been removed. As much as I anticipate in a quasi orgasmic state the nozzle to enter me, I wish I could never let it come out of my anus but know that relief will soon arrive (permission or otherwise, the enema always wins) once the nozzle is no longer holding the enema inside me. And that’s just as blissful.

My first post focused on medical enemas, I forgot what really got me hooked. Mom's Bum Bulb. and it was the insertion which made the impact. Mom had a small infant syringe which required multiple insertions. My mom believed that a small enema could start a bowel movement, so we got multiple insertions and squirts. I never counted them but it was at least 3 to 5. Wow it always felt good when the tip went in. Also the expulsion was pleasant, squirt, squirt, plop, plop. No cramps or returns with a hurry to the toilet. I found that my first bag enema remarkably different. When mom removed the nozzle she warned me, "you may think your all done, and then it will hit you all at ounce".

Brianna,

That was a lovely description.

@Jasonfrm

Thank you so much!

B x

My first enema, in the hospital, I felt the well lubed nozzle enter my rectum really deep. I felt the tip touch my prostate. Then feeling a little precum drip from my penis. I was embarrassed with the 2 nurses there.

I remember the nurse Inserting the tube and then asking, “Are you ready?” I asked her to give me a moment. I had never been given an enema from the nurse before. I was anxious and even a little scared how I was going to feel when she opened the clamp. But I also felt twinge of pleasure, and I wanted to enjoy it.

I was also a little embarrassed and feeling vulnerable in my own bed at home, lying on my side, stripped to the waist, with all sorts of thoughts racing through my mind at the same time. And all this happened in just a few seconds. OMG, come August this was 40 years ago. I can’t believe that I still remember it!

Vicki, good things always remain with you! Keep remembering!

Over the years i’ve had many enemas, both for medical necessity and for pleasure with a s/o.

For me there was anticipation, though the physical insertion of the nozzle had the most impact. Not all the nozzles were the same kind, so each time a nozzle was used that I had never experienced, it did heighten the anticipation and the physical feeling could range from almost not feeling it enter to it getting my attention as it entered me, yes, causing discomfort and pain, sometimes taking a while until it was slowly but fully inserted. There were times, on seeing the nozzle, length and girth, that I really wondered how the insertion would go and mostly feel going in.

We just added a new nozzle to our collection. It allows for a little more play on the way in. Each nozzle has a unique feel to it.

Love it when the balloon passes through the valves of Houston.

One my favorite time is when I was told I was getting ana enema and when I looked at the nozzle as it was inserted into my rear end

The feeling that comes with that first penetration takes me back to my childhood days and beyond. Mom would dip her finger into the Vaseline jar before teasing it into my tight puckered anus while I lie on my tummy over a n old bath towel on the floor. It may have only taken a moment before being replaced by the black, enema pipe. But, the sensation of her twisting the digit in and out of my bum loomed forever in my five year old memory. Was it fear? apprehension? or love as she coaxed me to be a brave boy and let her help me poop. But, the feeling revisits my mind with every enema I've had over the past seven plus decades .

I love when the double balloon probe or nozzle goes into the hole and then the hot enema begins.

I remember as a child I never thought about sticking anything up my bottom until mom gave me an enema, I remember feeling her lube me up by sticking the tip of her index finger that was covered in Vaseline in my bottom then the sound of gurgling water as she filled the small white bulb, then came the repeated insertion which felt strangely good, I have been hooked ever since. For me the insertion is the best part of an enema, to this day I purposely don’t try to watch my wife inserting the nozzle, I want it to be a surprise knowing that when I feel her inserting her lubed up finger that the douche nozzle will soon be slowly and fully inserted deep in me and after the clamp is released she will continually slide the nozzle slowly in and out until I hear the familiar gurgling sound as the bag empties

Boy, imaginations really triggered on this one. The real high is the flowing of water and the resulting fullness.

My first and only enema from my mom was at the age of 9. One evening on the way home I just blurted out "mom can I have an enema?". After stopping at the drug store to buy an enema, we went home. I undressed and laid on the floor waiting for my mom to return with the enema (It seemed like forever) Finally showed up with a towel, jar of Vaseline and the enema. She lifted my knees to my chest and applied some Vaseline to my butt hole. I was in bliss as I knew the enema was to follow. The first sensation I felt was the nozzle entering and thinking how much it felt like when I got my temperature taken rectally at the Doctors office. I think of that memory every time i have an enema.