Enemas and BDSM Play

After a particularly severe scene I subjected my husband to over the President's Week vacation when our daughters were at their friend's house for a sleep-over, my husband had a chance to give me a couple of enemas while restrained two nights ago. Part of the scene was that I had to be extremely quiet because the girls were home, and the only excuse we could have for not answering a knock on our bedroom door would be that we were having sex at the moment.

The first thing he did was bend me over his knee and insert a 750 cc double balloon rectal catheter and pump it up. Then he put on leather wrist cuffs and took a rope and tied my bound wrists to a hook we have in the bathroom ceiling, which prevented me from walking or bending over. To make matters worse, he applied some tight nipple clamps with about 4 ounces of weight on each one, which isn't a lot, but it keeps you aware. Then he started the enema. He let about 2 to 2 1/2 quarts flow into me while I was standing there. I really felt my belly get tight and had a lot of pressure down on my rectum. He forced me to quietly hold it for about twenty minutes to make sure everything got loosened up inside my colon. Then he let me expel it. After that was over, I discovered I was in for more. He brought out a plastic drop cloth (we always keep several around the house for potentially messy scenes) and laid it out over the bathroom floor, had me lie down on it. Instead of using a double balloon rectal catheter, he had a 48 Fr colon tube which he inserted about 18 inches. I could tell he made it to the transverse colon. He taped the tube to my inner thigh to keep it in place , stood me up and re-tied me to the hook in the ceiling. This time, I got two quarts, but I had to hold it in myself. Needless to say, I was not pleased with this prospect since I knew that cleaning any leakage would be my responsibility. The nipple clamps were beginning to hurt and he threatened to put a bunch of clothespins down my inner thighs if I complained any more, which after not too long, I did. Well holding the enema and having the clothespins and nipple clamps proved too much for me, and I had an accident. Not a big accident, but any accident is more than I want to ever deal with. He made me stand there, soiled for about ten more minutes until I was released and allowed to go to the toilet and shower. That was a rough night for me.

He said he was glad he was able to "make me experience the mess" because about a year and a half ago, I had him tied up in bed after an enema, and he said he had to "go". I told him it was probably just gas since the enema wasn't very large and it was over two hours earlier and that he should just fart it out. Well, it wasn't just gas, it had a lot of mucusy secretions from the concentrated glycerine and water enema I gave him, and I made him wait for me to come clean him up--I didn't let him get up to do it himself. After he was cleaned up, I spanked him for making a mess. I guess all's fair in love and S&M!

Hmm Switchablesusie:

You and your husband seem to know how to have fun with enemas. Kudos for both of you. I would have love to see your expending belly while standing up in the middle of the bathroom 😎

I can totally relate to that fear of expelling after after you THINK it is all gone. Especially after a couple 4 quart enemas it takes me a couple hours to really get it all out, I think even with absorption there is still residual. My partner now LOVES to fill me with a double balloon rectal catheter and the extra retention time seems to make things more difficult to fully expel. Now she is threatening to do it with me in a suspension- perhaps even with a bit of inversion- I am simultaneously thrilled and scared. She is connecting to my fantasy of near total immobilization while getting an enema- the ultimate loss of control. Yummy.

For some people, there are certain triggers that send them directly to sub scpace. An enema works for me, but others need some pain and mindfucking to ge where they need to be.

Enemas are much for fun when bound, and or the receiver is bound.

Where genital and nipple pain are very effective in domination, a belly full of water and the expelling bucket on the other side of the room would more than likely make you agree to any thing your dom wants you to do 😉

I very definatly agree enemas are always a part of my BDSM events either just for my partner/slave and myself...He is always given punishing enemas for rules that have been broken. I will use a wide varity of solutions for his enemas depending on what the infraction was...I also like to invite a group of our friends over and inform them of what he has done and how I am going to punnish him that evening ...And that they are welcome to join in his punnishment and he is to be hummilliated and his pussy hole violated front of them...And we have some very creative friends....

I love to see him all tied up and his legs spread eagle and cuffed to a spreader and he has had a 3 qt enema put up is pussy with a touch of glycerin and cyane pepper...

and a nice big plug up his ungrateful pussy hole and his belly is good and distended.

And he is begging to relieve himself and his hole is on fire....Mean while his ass cheeks are

getting a good smart warming from guest...and I am getting a major hard on and deciding what guest I want to fuck up the ass in fron of him..

^^^^ Finding that classy, sassy, and naughty MALE submissive is truly a journey to that destination. ( gees HE may even be in our community wink wink nudge nudge )

As a switch who can be extremely submissive (if I have learned to trust you--I'm not easy, but very submissive once you have proven your character) I agree that enema play can be very erotic and fraught with considerable anxiety with power exchange. Let me also say that turnabout is fair play and what's good for the goose, is good for the gander, and as the Domme, I will fill you up and cane your butt and thighs black and blue if I am not pleased with your abilities as my Dominant. 😁 😮 😁 😮 😁

Susan:

A good or experienced Dom will understand and figure out how you should be treated. And you will obey, even if your mind asking you why the heck you are doing it but you will see that your body just responding and obeying. After that pleasures of sex will take over, anticipations will make you excited. You will obey......

Ozzyne: My husband, also a switch since I taught him how to dominate after we got married, will tell you no one obeys like I do--IF I fully trust the Dom. When my husband is the Dom, I never have to ask why I am doing such and such. I know why, and few people have made me feel as complete as a submissive as my husband, especially when you consider I started out as a very strict Domme. He has seen me play with others at parties, and I will only go as far as I can fully trust the other person. My husband and I often place each other in situations, especially with inescapable bondage or suspensions, where we could literally kill the other person if we wanted to. Luckily, we don't have inclinations to do that! We have S&M sessions that can be very sensual to very severe. I don't want to give the impression we are the most extremely severe corporal S&M couple in the world, because clearly, we are not. But, the bondage situations have been extremely severe at times. There is a lot you can do with several rolls of duct tape, a thousand foot roll of saran wrap and 500 feet of rope in the bedroom with many points of attachment! Usually, but not always, an orgasm is the reward for respectful submission.

There is a lot of chemistry involved with S&M There has to be. Excepting self destructive personalities who want real harm, why else would someone allow another person to perform what would normally be considered vile, sick, reprehensible actions upon the body and soul of another person? Two dominants could do EXACTLY the same thing to a submissive partner, and one could make the submissive feel incredibly high and satisfied while the other could make the submissive feel base and degraded. Chemistry counts for a lot.

In my senior year of college I was approached by two girls I knew who had just joined a BDSM group. Against my better judgment I agreed to go to their apartment to see pictures they had taken of their experiences. When a picture showed one of them with a very red hiney getting an enema, I made the mistake of lingering over that picture with the result that before the evening was over I too had a picture of myself with a red hiney and an enema hose in my rectum.

I gave a punishment enema to a friend who was trying to quit smoking. If she made it a month without a cigarette I had to please her for a night. If she smoked she would have to allow me to punish her. She made it a week. I got to spank her and give her enemas. I also got to have her anally for the first time. She quit for awhile but I haven't seen her in a couple of years.

Being tied down and getting an enema is fine as long as your hole is plugged so that a mess does not occur. This really can only be done if the bottom really knows the top because he or she really is putting themselves in a vulnerable position. This clearly should not be done with someone just recently met online or anywhere for that matter. A longtime spouse would be the ideal partner for a boundage scenario.

Well, I am new to enemas and this site. I am a submissive female, that discovered enemas quite accidently while reading profiles of people on an adult website. Seems more than a few use enemas in bdsm, and submissives seems to love them. To me it is the next natural progression of a D/s relationship. While I find otk spankings a huge turn on because of the vulnerability and humiliation, I can only imagine how that feeling could be enhanced with an enema. Think of it...dress up, panties down, ass bright red.......and the ole hose up the butt....slowly filling. I will be experiencing just that next week. I can't wait!!!

bey chica

Did a milk and molasses once. Not for the feint of heart. Thought I was going to die and was afraid I would not. Had to use a colon tube to get the gas out. Do at your own risk.

Being involved in BDMS Play for many years now I some time write down a scene, which is then altered accordingly. I wrote the following play on the air plane en-route to Canada from Europe. It can easily be played by all sexes, men and women, just men or just women. Suit yourself. Here is the first part of the three:

Preparations:

My master called! Sounding rather urgent commanding me to come over right a way! Prepare! He snapped. Yes Master! Clean prepared? I asked. Yes!!! He hung up.

Anticipation was getting better of me as I was preparing my first 4 quarts of enema solution to clean myself as ordered. I wonder why he wants me so sudden. I was scheduled on Wednesday evening for my next training and further limits exploration and today was only Friday. I never heard from my Master on Friday before.

First two quarts went in very slowly. I had to slow the flow for a few times before the last drop was in. After that I rolled around rocking, taking a few deep breaths to wash the insides real well. (My Master, I thought to myself, was real sanitation freak. Every time just before he started to fist me I had to show him that nothing but the clean solution was coming out of me. I had to chuckle, for my ass had to be cleaner than my mouth.)

Fortunately, all I was eating for the last couple of days was vegetarian food only so I was washing very well. My second load went in and out really fast. Clear and clean. This is enough I said to myself all set to go still wondering how come on Friday. Anticipation was getting to me real good now, for I remembered our last session was truly majestic.

The Last Session:

I recalled the last time when arriving at the door I was immediately led to Master’s dungeon. Before he left the room he ordered me to strip naked and to be ready for thorough examination. I new I had to hurry for he may return just as quick as he left punishing me for being sluggish. The luck was with me this time. I managed to take my entire clothes off, kneeling down in slave position bending at my hips a second before my Master rushed in.

He pinched my nipples hard, getting angry that I am not clean-shaven ordering me to stand up. What followed then was the most thorough examination of my entire body I ever went trough! (All those military doctors I had an honour to heed while in the Air Force would be pale in shame.) Every orifice of my body was checked. I mean investigated!!! We have to shave your crotch, legs and your ass! Master snapped. And your armpits! You stink! Get ready! I then was shaved with detail in mind and ordered to take a quick shower. Now I felt truly naked, humiliated.

To be continued ...

Part Two: Cleansing:

There are 4 quarts of my favorite solution waiting for you to clean you out some more because I don’t believe you had done a good job if you had at all! ... I’ve heard my Master saying while still in the shower. Get ready! He commanded. Still in the bathtub I got my butt up as fast and as high as I could. Master inserted this large greased ball enema nozzle deep in. Before I was able to get ready ice cold solution rammed my insides. Stay still he snapped and followed by loud slap on my protruding buttocks. Stay still I said! Whack! …. Whack! … Whack! Two quarts were sloshing deep inside me in no time at all. Not bad! He said.

I could tell Master was pleased because he decided to award me with two more quarts without even withdrawing the nozzle. Another gushing stream, this time very warm water followed and my belly started to balloon rather rapidly. I pleaded with him to slow down. As an answer -- staccato of whacks landed on my already red cheeks.

Hardly audible hissing sound in the hose came mercifully shortly after. The second bag was empty, the nozzle was pulled out of my rose bud and I was ordered to hold all that liquid in. Master wiped my hole with clean dry towel. You stand right here and wait! When I get back I don’t want to see one drop leaking out! If I do you wish you were on another planet today. He left the bathroom. I was standing there as ordered. My hands in front of me bending forward and leaning against the wall, legs spread wide apart. It took almost all of my strength to hold every drop in. Master returned in what seemed like an eternity holding this shapely butt plug in his hand. He was pleased for he could not see even the smallest puddle between my feet.

I want you to get some exercise so all that filth is properly washed out of you. With that said he skillfully inserted greased dildo up my butt plugging me to the rim. Now my exercise began. I had to bend, crawl, roll over, rock on my belly, stand up or sit down. While rolling on my back Master massaged my belly real good so the liquid got right down to my appendix. I then was ordered to kneel and rock my belly with my hands like a drum in a wash machine. I was performing as ordered and as best as I could still holding every drop in. Master was very pleased. Standing close right in front of me he rewarded my efforts by inserting his huge cock deep into my throat.

Hmmm! He mused. Not bad at all! Now go and evacuate yourself! I stood up slowly heading for the toilet. Master was in my footsteps allowing me to release the butt plug over the toilet ordering me to wait until told to let go. I sat down while Master started teasing me by pinching my nipples very hard forcing me to loose control so he could administer punishment for my disobedience. I gulped for deep breath opening my mouth wide only to choke on his huge cock quickly inserted deep into my mouth again. You can let go now and evacuate! He smiled. And concentrate on sucking me real good. I obeyed starting to feel thoroughly clean inside out.

To be continued ...

Conclusive Part Three :

Session:

Our session may begin! I was lead by the leash out of the bathroom into the dungeon. In the middle of the room there was this strange looking doorframe like structure where I was ordered to stand in. Before I managed a wink I was blindfolded and my mouth was forced open by some strange device feeling like a large rubber ring. I could not clamp my jaws together no matter how hard I tried. Very soon I could feel hands, fingers, strange cold and hot items touching my flesh and every body opening.

All of a sudden great suction feeling pinched me in both nipples sucking my areoles in. The rings squeezed my nipples, bulging straight outward. A weight was attached to them swinging wildly. My legs were forced apart and some heavy weight was attached to my crotch stretching straight down. Orifice was penetrated with unknown device feeling very hot and vibrating. Before I could manage to catch a deep breath my rectal spinster was forced open by something like very large rubber cone feeling real good. I knew it could not be my Master’s penis for it was just making it’s way deep into my mouth penetrating my larynx. I gulped for air. Slow thrusting motion started building at my both ends. I was getting really excited making my Master angry for I did not get his permission. You asked for it! You will get it! I was ordered to get on all four then tied and secured to the floor. The snapping sound of rubber gloves made me realize that my rectum will be center of attention this time around. Master inserted his fingers deep inside my rectum and skillfully started to stretch it. Getting to be very excited I however had no control at all, remaining completely at mercy of my Master, and to top it off, totally unable to achieve an orgasm until he decided that for me.

Master plugged my rectum again. He then ordered me to roll on my back. I obeyed immediately. My mouth still wide-open I could feel this musky tasting lukewarm liquid now dripping into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow it quick. Master was pleased. For my obedience I was rewarded with what seemed like a never ending fisting encounter and genital stimulation that brought me near Mount St. Helen explosion-like orgasm but my Master stopped just in time to bring me a tremendous frustration. I was pleading with mumbling sounds of mercy with my wide-open mouth to no avail.

I could feel the motion of my Master coming, this time in front of me. He inserted his long, thick and hard phallus way pass my uvula. I was choking but managed to stay still. Slow rhythmical thrusting motion began. Concentrating on my throat I suddenly realized there is another pumping motion gaining speed in my opposite end. The rhythm-directing symphony at both ends forced my eyes wide open under my blindfolds and, still not being able to see anything at all I realized I was not with my Master alone anymore.

Everything happening after that was immensely exciting, went on for hours and even now it seems like a great blur of pleasure to me. The delight was so intense and overwhelming that I collapsed exhausted. Managing to crawl on my four, Master led me by the leash to the wall where he tied me up and finally removed my blindfold. My eyes were slowly adjusting to dim light again when I could see that Master’s helper was actually his other slave, a filly he liked to show off. Just when I was ready to express my appreciation for being allowed to have some rest Master brought his filly over ordering it to mount me again. A night of debauchery had just begun.

At the door:

Still with more and more pleasurable thoughts running through my head I arrived at my Master’s house. I rung the bell and tried the door. It was open. I walked in. Master was approaching me with the leash in one hand and the cat-of-nine-tails in another. At the other end of the leash was his favorite filly. He pulled at the leash and said – meet your new second Master for today you slut! Long weekend was starting and the fun was just about to commence.

The End

One of the greatest scenes I've ever been part of was in Berkley in the 60's. Different girls were put in stocks and given an enema with a clear tube and a funnel. Someone monitored the funnel and people could come up and pour what ever into it. The monitor made sure it was safe and also stopped the enema after 2 or so quarts. Lots of pot enemas. I haven't seen anything like that since.

I made an online friendship with a woman in another city. This developed into a Dom/sub relationship over the phone and a couple of times I drove across a couple of states to visit her.

Our first meeting had nothing to do with enemas. She just wanted to be spanked and paddled very hard. I knew from our conversations that she wasn't opposed to them and she had her own enema bag, and this had even led to her taking one while on the phone at my insistence.

But the only anal play at our first meeting was when I made her get out a rectal thermometer she kept in the bedside table for our phone conversations, hand it to me, bend across the bed and spread her cheeks wide, and ask for the thermometer. After I pushed the unlubed thermometer into her rectum, I made her keep holding her cheeks open while I poked and prodded it around.

The second time we got together, I had already warned her that enemas were going to be a very likely part of the visit. After I had very soundly paddled her bottom (she wanted to be spanked until she cried, but unfortunately for her, she had a fairly high pain tolerance so it always took a long time), I told her to get the enemas bag out and run some hot water. I wanted it to be as hot as she could stand.

As an RN she knew how hot was really hot without being dangerous and from the feel of the bag, she took it to the limit. I made her put soap in the first one. She dutifully hung it up on the door near her bed. I had her lay on her side and ask for her enema.

I remember the sweat on her forehead that appeared almost as soon as I opened the clamp. She was moaning in pain as the hot soapy water filled her bowels. Only once did she ask me to stop, but I reminded her that she knew she had to take it all and she acknowledged this was true.

When the bag was empty, I pulled the douche nozzle from her bottom and told her to hold it for five minutes. She almost made it. Fortunately her bathroom was adjacent to her bedroom, because all of a sudden she leaped up and dashed to the pot.

I have to say that my desire to maintain my dominance by being in the bathroom while she expelled was quickly tempered by the evidence that she needed the enema, because the smell was overpowering. I quickly exited the bathroom, and waited for her to finish. When the anal explosions died down, I told her to fill the bag again, hot like the last one, but with no soap.

I gave her that one on her side as well, following much the same procedure. She took the whole bag without even asking for a pause, despite her moans of pain. The second expulsion was also a bit chunky, but I decided if we were going to do this we were going to do it right.

For the third and fourth ones, I made her put her ass up in the air. I also decided to be kind and let the water be a bit cooler. That, combined with stroking the nozzle in and not quite out of her ass, gave her the chance to cum while getting her enemas.

It was very late and she was exhausted after her last enema finally ran clear. However, she knew she should go to bed with a good spanking, so she bent over for another sound paddling. As she crawled up into bed, I made her lift her night gown for a final rectal temp.

Since we didn't otherwise have a sexual relationship, I stayed over in another room, and gave her another butt blistering before I left the next morning.

We have a special chair for bondage and enema play where it's easy to reach her anus while she's tied up. I can close her legs, or move her up and down *g

I'm afraid. so much people have experience with enema.

wish i had it too.

one time i work as male nurse and we had much some patient to diaper and sometimes they get enemas.

a other nurse ask me whether i want to have a look at her if she doing it to another girl. it seems she have fun at giving enemas. yeah!

.. but it was at work and I'm shy

and so i had just a look, but dont say anything about my phantasies.

i think it was the best i can do at this time. 😃

I would have to be restrained (and would prefer it) if given an enema. Stugglling and resisting her efforts, I believe, would certainly add to the experience. Although I do not think it would be as enjoyable as trying to resist a forced O, I think I could learn to enjoy it with the right partner.

I run a med-fet clinic in So Calif for women. I offer 3 different exams, a routine exam and 2 types of bondage exams, light and heavy bondage. The patient is strip searched and then restrained. This includes an enema, made with my own secret mix that includes milk and honey. Routine exams can be boring, but the restrained exams are always exciting. Complete exam head to toe and I mean every inch is examined, inside and out. My patients also get catheterized and electric stimulation. Fun clinic. I have 11 regular patients.

I really enjoyed your story Susie, thanks!

When sessioning with my submissive, or seeing a client who enjoys bondage I use a retention nozzle when I can. If not, I bind my subject for the lubing and probing, and maybe a suppository or 2 or 3 and rectal temp and possibly a small bulbful. I might insert a butt plug then and proceed ahead with spanking and clamping if needed. Whatever I can safely do while they are still restrained before I insert the nozzle. Once I start the flow, I begin to remove the restraints. If I have timed it right they are completely freed by the time they need to hop along to the bathroom to expell. If I am using a double balloon rectal catheter, I will follow them to the bathroom, have them sit, then deflate and remove the nozzle.... and not always right away :-\

You could use a parachute ball streather tied to the bottom ring connected to the enema bag or bags to hold them while the enema flows and as the bag empty the streatching on the ball streathcer decreases if you use two bags the streach is incrediable

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Lol, no gag for me either, both me and my partner enjoy listening to the screams. 😁

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What are you doing that there is screaming?

When you have somebody bond there is more than one kind of gag.

I was doing a job in Germany and had been there about 3 weeks and was probably going to be there about 3 more. Some of the equipment, of the second shipment, had been hijacked on the way to the airport. I had a week to kill, so my then not ex ex flew over. I had the hotel room anyway. I told her to bring some enema stuff. It was interesting to see what she chose, I usually set up the enema stuff.

In the hotel room I had her tied to the chair, kneeling on the chair so her butt was sticking out. I had just inserted the blowup nozzle into her. The enema bag was hanging from the chain lamp over the table. I had forgot the vibrator in the bathroom and went to get it. As a GAG (joke), coming out of the bathroom I open the door to the hall. That got her attention. Anybody in the hall would have gotten a wonderful view of her sexy ass, with the nozzle in it and a nice back view of her cunt. She was squirming around in the chair but did not get loose. Of course she is saying, "Shut the door!, shut the door!", as loud as she could, while trying not to have anybody in the hall hear her and come to see what was the matter. Nobody was in the hall anyway and I only held the door open for about 5 seconds, closed it and opened again for about 5 seconds more. (I was standing by the door naked with a big hard-on so I exposed also.)

I had a Polaroid camera with me for proof of installation and performance (of the job) and lots of color film. I took some nice sexy pictures of her. She didn't want anybody, like the hotel maids, to find the pictures so she took the back home with her when she left. Her luggage got lost, never to be seen again, so somebody got some sexy pictures. Her trip was like a second honeymoon. We had plans to go see this and that but only got to see about half of it. We spent allot of time in the room having sex.

Those were the days --- Fred

😉 yrs ago I had a female play partner who enjoyed e's and bondage with me......it was a neat, sexciting, and intense kindred spirited relationship...ahhhhh such a journey it was....and trying to partner with a woman again who is interested in just enema play is difficult...as we know..and for a bondage interest...wow......that's even more of a journey.....oh...who knows....maybe in 2009....with the help of our community's personal ads.

Being restrained while standing in the bathroom, with or without leg spreaders is fun, I've described at least one scene where my husband and I have done that with each other. The leg spreader in conjunction with colon tubes while standing is fun because it makes it hard to clench your cheeks together to hold it in. Enemas while restrained in bed are also fine, but you must have a poly tarp or rubber sheet to protect the bed and floor/carpeting from the bed to bathroom.

Lying on your back, on the bathroom floor, with your hands reaching over your head and tied behind/along side the toilet makes for a rather submissive position for getting an enema.

And guys, I think lately my posts have made it seem like I have been very rough in my scenes. Maybe I have been, but I can also say, that whatever I have dished out, I have also had done to me (and I like it), so I know what everything feels like. I am a switch, remember?

I LOVE to integrate bondage into my play!! Sadly I have never been bound by another person and then givin an enema, but would love to try it. Although I would probably require being in a safe area, a bathtub or something with a inflatable plug nozle in. Other than that being tied up, or tying another up, in Japanese rope bondage is something I almost constantly want to do!!

I like to look at BDSM enemas and have a serious question about the women, directors and producers who work in this area.

I'e seen pictures and movies of women having their breasts pierced by very long and large needles, libia pierced, huge dildoes in both holes, two women having 18" dildoes pushed until entirely burried in their asses (I mean completly gone)and yet the enema torture seans may use 1 or 2 qts. with fake groans or worse fake screams, no bulging abdomens etc.

What the hell is the matter with these ametures?? No one can fake a needle being pushed into a breast or a breast being inflated with saline. These must be painful. Yet they shy away from a women being inflated with three or four liters showing the bulging with the woman in pain, no shitty groaning or screaming. As a torture devise enemas would be much safer and hygenic than needle and syringes shoved into libia or breasts. No blood or possible infections.

There has been an ocassional movie made where the gal is filled until bulging and then her stmach pressed or squeesed for additional pain, But where are the others? Thses were done in the seventies.

There are gals available who can, will and like to do enemas. Maybe they aren't super models but they are women.

Why do the directors, women, producers shy away from this?If they are in the business, do it right.

Carl