Retained public enemas

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This could help you on the go :^)

However I don't think I could ever hold anything as big as 2 quarts for more than 20 minutes, it seems impossible.

I remember my wife giving me a four quart enema one afternoon. I expelled some of it, but the vast majority wouldn't come out. After 30 minutes, wife told me she had to go to Wal Mart for some sugar. I told her that I wanted to go too.. Well, while we were in Wal Mart I had to make a dash to the men's room. I mean a dash.... I had not even sat down on the toilet when I exploded all over the place. Wow... another 30 seconds, it would have been in the store. Close, close call....

Not on PURPOSE!!

It's common especially with larger enemas to get another pint or so of soapy water a couple of hours after the enema is over. It comes from higher up in the bowel.

It can come on very quickly with no real warning!!

it's actually a good thing, because it means your intestine is starting to function on it's own again.

This is WHY I advise staying at home for at least 2-3 hours after the enema seems to be fully expelled.

If that's just not possible try to stick close to the restroom until it happens.

It CAN leak!! Luckily if you are well cleared out, it's almost never brown. Can be a little bit yellow.

After a good enema session where the water was running clean, I took a two quart salt water enema, inserted a butt plug, and went to Walmart to do some grocery shopping. I only needed a few items, but they were on opposite ends of the store, so I had to walk the full length of the store and back again to get everything. I also wore a pair of khaki shorts, so if there was any leakage, it would be noticeable. After about a minute of walking, the urge to expel got really intense, and I was squeezing down on the neck of the plug something crazy to keep it all in.

There were many times when I had to stop and pretend to be trying to make a decision of which item to get off of the shelf while I concentrated on holding the plug in with my ass muscles so that I didn't release in the middle of the store until the spasm finally passed. It took at least 30 minutes, with a lot of stops in between, to finally get all of my items, through checkout, and out to my car. It was the best feeling to finally get home and crouch over the bucket and release. Definitely going to do that again!!!

Sounds like a good exerience jenemann. Never went that far in public c

I've never done that and don't believe I would. I may, after being very well cleansed, try to hold in a quart around the house and see how long I can do that. But first, I think I'd want to get a diaper on just in case. I think I'd want to take the time to give myself at least 4 enemas with one of at least 3 quarts and as far up my colon as I can comfortably get my shower hose (about 20 &quot 😉 before trying this.

Getting the diaper and disposing of it without my wife knowing could be a bit tricky; but, I think I'll work on the idea and see what happens. I have never tried holding an enema as my interest has been expelling them so I can use my anal toys in a clean environment. Generally, once the hose is removed I begin expelling. Often times it will take at least 5 minutes to get most out before I start with another enema. I almost always take my enemas by 9 a.m.

I have had a few occasions where I thought all was expelled only to realize about 9 or 10 p.m. that I'd best get to the bathroom pronto as I was about to explode some more of my morning enema. I don't think that constitutes holding an enema as the volume is likely only a cup or 2 at most.

This is actually a fantasy I've had for many years, specifically being some part of my partner training me to be a good sub for her. After doing it at home to simulate being out of the house, she'd make me dress in underwear, or maybe even a thin diaper, and then sweats and socks and sneakers. I'd bend over for her to put in a DBC and inflate enough to stay in. She'd have access to the balloon inflators under my sweats when sitting next to me.

She'd have a water reservoir (which she'd make me carry) in a backpack with a clamped hose so that after we were seated in a restaurant or movie she would connect me and fill me at will. She'd dress in equally casual clothes so we'd just appear to be a middle-aged couple taking a walk or coming from the gym. It's probably unlikely I'll ever find a new partner whose game enough to try this, but at least it's a great fantasy for home use.

Eric

I haven't done it on purpose, but sometimes I leave the house shortly after an enema, so I put a diaper on just in case. It has come in handy a few times for minor leaks. I've never had to flood it in public though.

I once had an emate who was in a “control mode”. We had been engaged in med-fet and enema activities all day. Just before dinner she got an enema and expelled it. When we returned from diner, she informed me that she was going to install a urinary cath in me and that she then intended to take me out for a drive with the cath installed. After installing the cath she instructed me to get dressed and to wait for her in the bedroom. After a few minutes, it was fully dark, and she returned and we were left for our drive.

She then drove me to a new subdivision that was still under construction and no one was there. She pulled up and turned out the lights to the car and said, “Let’s get out. I have something I want you to see”. When we got out she walked around to the back of the car and she popped open the turn and there was a bulging enema bag attached to a double balloon nozzle with latex gloves and all the necessities to administer an enema.

Then she directed me to bend over the hood of the car where she proceeded to pull my pants down to my ankles and administer a full two quart enema laden with a strong solution of Peppermint Castile Soap. When she was finished administering it, she disconnected the enema hose from the double balloon nozzle and then pulled my sweat pants back up leaving the inflators dangling in the legs. We then returned to the car and she proceeded to drive around town for about 30 minutes before she pulled into a restaurant parking lot. She inquired as to how I was doing. I told her I needed to pee something awful and that the enema was causing continuous mild cramping. She said she would help me with that when we got inside and then proceeded to reach into my pants and retrieved the cath tubing and pulled the shut off clamp so that it was above the waistband of the pants and yet covered by the tail of the top.

As we walked across the parking lot to the restaurant, I wondered how this was going to play out. We got seated in a booth and she sat on my side with me on the inside. She ordered desert and coffee for both of us and then after the waitress had left she reached over and opened the valve to the cath allowing some of the contents of my bladder to drain into the leg bag. The relief was great, but not enough to provide much comfort. She then told me not to worry that she would drain as much as I drank. I told her that was thoughtful but what was she going to do about the enema. She said she was sorry but this was retention enema and I would need to retain it until we got back home.

We insisted that we finish out desert and coffee, and she certainly took her time. As we stood at the cash register the waitress could not have moved slower and I was standing there with my intestines in a constant stated of turmoil and my bladder feeling fuller and fuller.

She we got back in the house, I went straight to the bathroom, but was told to wait just a minute. And directed me to the bed where took the cath bag off my leg and then opened the clamp again. She then raised the bag until I could not drain anymore then she hung the bag on a IV Stand with cord. She then refilled the enema bag with hot water and then proceeded to reconnected the bag to the nozzle and give me another quart or more of hot water. As she filled me the pressure built to a point that I was draining some of my bladder.

When I had taken the enema, she helped me to the bathroom, laid the cath bag on the floor and deflated the nozzle allowing me to expel. I got three more large rinse enemas that evening before I was judged to be clear. I went to bed that night with the cath still in place and at about 3 in the morning I had to beg her to let me drain my bladder again.

They were all good times…very exciting.

Cheers,

Jag

I have to agree that supps are the way to go here. I like to make my own by melting several glycerine supps in the microwave, adding ingredients like cayenne pepper or ground ginger, and po uring into the finger of a latex glove to cool and form. Take your sub to someplace semi-private (like a changing room at the mall), insert the supp, and return to shopping, etc. You can bring a long a plug to help the sub if you feel generous...

Retaining an enema in public is the easy part , now taking an enema while out and about is where it can be fun and interesting , have done so a few times , under the table at a resturaunt , in an elevator ( i am sure thats been done to death) in the fitting room at a department store , ( the name of the store i won't mention to protect the good name of said store ) ,and in the car , also i am sure thats been beat to death also , and on the beach , fun on the beach , i highly recommend that one !!

I have taken many a suppository in public in my car and then gone shopping. Enemas a few times in the bathroom at Walmart and then a fast trip as they were Fleets. I like it.

Never had to go through that!!

Dad says he did ONCE when he as about 14 or 15 It happened because he ha to take all his enemas behind the backs of all the adults in his life in case his mother found out.

Fortunately it was not a bag enema. It was something he did with multiple re-used Fleet bottles. He guesses it was around 16 ounces.

Had to deal with his nut neighbor.

He was able to do it quickly, maytbe 10 minutes, so there were no explosions, but it WAS a close call.

Jag (#39),

Fantastic story (I mean description, since I assume it's true). I wish someone would do this to me! It sounds a great deal like something my very kinky ex-wife would invent. Fantastic. Glad you didn't get a UTI.

Eric

Sis years ago, "Josie7" asked whether retaining an enema for too long is dangerous.

The answer is "yes", if you are holding too much non-isotonic (isotonic is 0.9% table salt or equivalent) enema for too long. http://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamapediatrics/article-abstract/499049.

Read the article ... "It is our belief that satisfactory evidence has not been presented to show that the routine use of tap-water enemas in normal persons has a deleterious effect"

As I posted once before, this or variations on it has been a very long-held fantasy/plan of mine for decades. I almost had my ex-wife ready to do it to each other but we split for unrelated reasons. Alas. I tried an elementary version of this today during a 2-3 quart fill of Bronner's, but after getting almost all the way full, my typical intense low rectal pushing urges (not cramping) knocked me out of the plan and instead of walking to the outside mailbox full of enema being held in with my DBC, I ran (rather, waddled) to the commode to release it all. Bummer.

Eric

About two years ago my wife gave me a four quart enema. I was allowed to expel most of it and then she gave me another four quart enema. I had just sat on the toilet when the phone rang. It was her sister. There was a family emergency, so Susan, my wife, threw me some clothes and told me we had to go. Well, away we went with me retaining most of the four quart enema. I don't know how I did it, but we traveled nearly a 100 miles.

When we got close to her hometown, we passed a Wal Mart. Susan had me turn around and let het go into the Wal Mart for something she needed. I took the opportunity to walk rather fast to the men's room. Another second or so, I would have embarrassed myself in the isle in front of all those cash registers. I had no sooner got into the handicap stall and started to pull my pants down when I exploded...all over the side of the side wall and all around the toilet. There was nothing there to clean the mess up with, so I just eased out.

Luck again was on my side, no one was in the men's room but me. I sure would have hated to be that poor soul who had the responsibility of cleaning that stall.

I had a barium enema in hospital some time back, after it was done i was told to stay in waiting room near the loo for some time. i did expel a lot of it and felt it was all gone, so i caught a bus to where id parked my van, then drove into another part of town, the traffic was slow and there were traffic lights at roadworks, i felt an real bad need to poo again, and it wasnt going away, so i managed to shoot up a side rod, jumped into back of van and just managed to drop my trousers and shit in a bucket i had.......that was close !

I haven't retained an enema out in public...yet... but the thought has crossed my mind, I did wear a large butt plug while walking to the auto shop to pick up my car once, it was a 3 mile walk and I was pretty sore by the time I got home. I was in a store once and saw a woman moving slowly and noticed her tummy was rather distended, I helped her get something off the shelf and I just had a feeling that she was retaining a large volume enema or maybe I was just eagerly anticipating giving myself an enema when I got home.

Not on purpose. I had done enemas that day until clear. I thought everything was out because I had waited over an hour. I got to the store and was all the way in the back when it hit. I just froze in hopes that the cramp and urge would go away. My tummy was rumbling like crazy. My sister and her girlfriend knew what was happening. I watched and waited until there was no line at checkout. I didn't want to run out because they may have thought I took something without paying. Sis and her girlfriend were behind me. I got to the car, grabbed a empty trash bag and put it in the seat to protect it. They asked if I wanted them to drive. I knew if I got out I would explode. So I drove pretty fast to the house. We got home and once I opened the front door I was shaking. I got to the potty and just as I took my shorts down it came out. I was still pretty clear so it wasn't bad. But it could have been really bad for the seats in the car and just everything.

I once hurried away from a colonic. Got to the car and realised I really needed the loo again. The clinic was ten minutes walk so I decided to go home. I made it but it was not nice and oooo what a relief when I got onto the toilet. I felt really stupid as my beloved colon hygienist always stresses that I should relax on the toilet in her loo room after she has finished with me and to make sure I am done. Ummm

I have a friend, Valarie, who would come visit me on the east coast and in return I would visit her in Los Angeles... about twice a year..

Generally we would go to New York City in hopes of going to a BDSM club and find willing participants to join us. On one occasion we thought we had a playmate, but she chickened out on us on the way back to the hotel. So once at the hotel Val is really horny and we start doing enemas. It's ladies first, and so we start, but each time she finishes she wants another. She took at least 5, from large volume enemas to one where the urge hit after only getting a pint or so in. The last enema was one of those where she emptied the bag and had me pour more water into it! She took over 3 quarts.

Then it was my turn, but it was very late, and Val fell asleep while I was expelling.

Next morning we got up very late, had a nice breakfast, and took a taxi back to Teterboro Airport, Val used to fly into Baltimore-Washington International airport, I'd meet her at the executive terminal and fly us to New York. Val had a life-long friend in Baltimore, so she would stay there a day or two as well visiting me for playtime.

It was a low overcast day, so an Instrument Flight was in order, and while I'm paying for fuel and the rent-a-car, and getting a weather briefing Val went to the to empty her bladder before we left. When she came back she said, what a surprize she just got, she said when she started to pee, the urge hit her and she must have expelled at least a quart of enema that had been resting comfortably inside her for about 8 hours.

I only had one surprise I wasn't prepared for, on a solo business trip to NYC, as I used to do I would visit Belle Du Jour, I always gave one and then got one (with a happy ending).. I thought I was fine, but hadn't gone far before the urge hit, I walked from lower Manhatten to Midtown with quite an urge! But I made it, and in the end found the "ordeal" rather exciting, and like my friend Val, I'm pretty sure I walked the distance while holding about a quart..

@Lincster45 you triggered some fond memories when you mentioned Belle du Jour. That was my first play for pay nurse. Followed by numerous appointments over the years. Most of the "nurses" were into enemas with enthusiasm. Probably going back 35 years at his point. How time flies. Thanks for the walk down memory lane.

I know it could end in disaster, but I'm still dying to try this, with my Domme partner in charge of everything including putting an enema hose in me and inflating it, dressing me and planning where to go. I'd be in a sweatsuit and sneakers with hidden enema bag and inflated DBC under my clothes. She'd be dressed the same so we'd look like an elderly couple coming from the gym. At the restaurant she'd sit next to me, connect a bag of water from our backpack and start filling me as we looked at the menu. We'd have a Higginson bulb in the line somewhere for added thrills. I'd have to sit there filling and holding as we ate and she decided how much to give me and what I had to do for her next after the meal was over (movie, shopping, long enema walk?). Then we'd go somewhere to humiliate me as much as she could by making me hold it as long as possible! Eventually we'd go home where she might let me go or might insist I make love to her before taking a long nap still full of my enema. The possibilities are endless! Enemas are exciting enough as is, but the thrill of walking around in public retaining one with no one else knowing but my partner would be irresistibly exciting. I also have another much more complex fantasy about being given enemas while out on a dive boat SCUBA diving with my partner wearing wetsuits and sneakers all day but that's another post!

Eric

I hold often enema in public:

I started a few months ago with 1 L and today I did 2 L for the first time.

I used warm water + salt and I take the enema at home and hold it 15 mn to feel if I can hold it easily before going outside

Public enemas??????

WTAF????

WHY????

An experience to be avoided!!!