I have had two colonics, in 1999 and 2000 from the same person, but they were so poorly performed that I wouldn't consider them representative of what it could be like. At the time I was only 23 and had never had a bag enema. I'd become interested in the idea of enemas at 17 though my main fetish is diaper stuff. Overall my main interest is the idea of women doing any of this, but having my own experience is something I wanted to try.
I found info about a woman who conducted colonics in an office above her husband's chiropractic practice, and took the bus over. I checked in downstairs and was told to go upstairs. Nobody was around to greet me, so I waited. The colonic room was right off the waiting area and only had wood slat doors, so that anything said could be heard. A sign saying "Colon Therapy in Progress - Do Not Open" was on the doors. A woman was finishing up her session, and I heard the therapist ask if she was cramping. They talked about using a colema board at home, but the woman just said she'd heard of it. She finished and came out and gave me an odd look; she was probably in her mid-30s.
Next it was my turn. The therapist wasn't overly bubbly or pleasant, but was okay. She was middle aged, not attractive. We went into the room and the tank of water was on a shelf above the table. She used a steel speculum with a retractable obdurator, and explained the cleaning. Then she said she'd leave and I could pull down my pants and lay down. Since I had on jeans and since I wanted to do it that way anyway, I said I'd take them off, and she said okay. I went to the bathroom and then back in and laid down and put a towel over myself. She said she would do a brief rectal exam, and inserted the tip of her finger. Then came the obdurator, and it felt good going in. I clenched around it.
The water flowed, but I felt nothing. I was expecting to feel some fullness, but nothing came the entire time. The therapist explained that she had the exhaust open the whole time (though I think she lifted it up a couple times) which allowed water to go out if it needed to. Obviously she didn't want to fill people and said something about working with the colon rather than forcing water in. The exhaust ran down at table level, and I needed to crane my neck to look at it. Some fecal matter did go down.
She refilled the tank two more times, each one seeming quicker. The process only took about twenty minutes. Then she said to go to the bathroom, but nothing came out. I paid, and it was to a cuter, younger woman who had checked me in downstairs. I wouldn't have minded getting a look at her on the table. I didn't schedule a follow-up, but the next year I decided to go in again because even though the process was unsatisfactory, I liked the set-up and anticipation.
A few years after that, I had my first bag enema and had a reaction that I didn't like, felt like my blood pressure was affected. I didn't use salt, and neither do colonics, so this has made me leery of doing another, though I want to get a machine one and have a therapist, an older female, just 15 minutes away in her home. The woman who did my colonics is not in business that I can find, at least not at the same place. I also have a place in town that does LIBBE, but the therapist is a male, so no interest.