Manybags^^^Many years ago I ran across the recipe(s) for a "REAL HOSPITAL SOAPSUDS ENEMA" taken from hardbound nursing manuals & basically what you are saying is quite true....Generally most state operated hospitals,recovery institutions & aged care facilities back in the day (well here anyway) when Enema's were fairly par for the course....You simply concocted said brew by fine shaving a full bar of designated soap with a potato peeler or grater, placing shavings into a saucepan full of warmed water (2 Pints the suggested quantity).... bought to the boil then allowing it to simmer on medium heat for approximately 5 minutes or so.
And yes, according to recommendations these could be altered to give that extra oomph by adding pharmaceutical grade glycerine just prior to removing the gruel from the heat source..Stirring blended cocktail well in by ladle then setting aside allowing to cool to a gel consistency....While still tepid & porous,place contents into a suitable screw lid container.
From a nostalgic aspect this concoction was placed into clear glass bottles of about 500ml marked "Enema Soap"....Distinctive by dark blue bordered labels....So basically "in home" you end up with roughly around 2 & 1/4 lbs (1Kilo) of the hospital nurse variety "Good Enema" with dosage of no more than 2 tablespoons of gel for 2 Quarts....Rest assured ya don't need more than that !!
One that I was to "discover.....Entire details a bit sketchy but it was nigh on wintertime as the fireplace in the family room had been lit about 4.30/5PM so luckily the house was warm....Dinner came n went with me barely touching my food so that was a dead giveaway for starters.....I "got it" that evening after dinnertime... I hadn't been for many many days & it was thought that because I had found it difficult to go....as in straining....Therefore maybe more drastic measures were called for....Drastic being the operative word !!....It had been determined that an Enema was the answer, with me being none the wiser.
Off I went to my bedroom, changed into my pale blue flannelette striped pyjamas that had been warmed over the fireplace....feeling somewhat dodgy, lay down lazily upon my jade green brocade bedspread...partly turned down in readiness for bed....back to the door feeling quietly miserable....wasn't thinking overly much....hardly much time elapsed flicking pages of a comic....maybe 5 or so minutes tops....Sure enough barely moments later I heard the sound of a dull clunk, clunk,clunk on the door....then what sounded like something softer hitting the bottom panel....the fullness of a rubber hose had made it's presence felt as I peered over my shoulder.
There was my mother, cheerful as usual holding the inbound Enema equipment (a one quart white enamelled irrigator)--not to be underestimated I might add...Calmly standing there,warm soapy water filled can in hand...smooth mildly wet red rubber tubing swaying too & fro....glistening black fluted nozzle sticking up...attached atop a teardrop tap, perched between deft slightly parted fingers....held firmly against that shiny white "equipment" destined for my bum....a fresh eucalypt leaf green speckled towel draped loosely over her arm....tinged glass n dark blue lidded Vaseline jar discreetly tucked into her navy blue, multi coloured floral print smock...that hint of soapy "Enema" fragrance permeating/wafting through the atmosphere.
My young dick stirred slightly aroused....thankfully restrained within my tied pyjamas...that familiar little throb, throb,throb pulsating away but much worse yet to cum...With incessant warm soapy water squirting relentlessly up the backside... the audible gurgle as it drained to an end....clenched bottom cheeks warm n wet the storm yet to unfurl... An Enema...but not one like this...it was pre mixed that did the job like nobody's business,which was only a one quart Enema & given via the white enamelled irrigator...And I can say it does whip through like a tornado unleashed.
Left to my own devices & with an aching stiff sticky wet shaft to contend with....that try as you might,wouldn't go away.....sure as hell I'd have humped the daylights out of the mattress given the oppprtunity....Unfortunately the Enema had other ideas as time waits for no one....an express train was cumming through & so was the accumulated excess baggage....on top of that there was to be no respite for quite some time thereafter....That was my first Glycerine fuelled Soapsuds Enema...Might have been small in the overall scheme of things but geez it took all before it....in no uncertain terms !!