Have you ever had a colonic irrigation or colon hydrothotherapy?

Hello all, I have been getting colonics for years now. I get them twice a year but a good enema from a nurse would be good too, in a doctor's office.

I've been going to a colon hydrotherapist near my home in Alexandria, Virginia once a week for the past three months. She is terrific. This week, I went twice on back to back days. What the first colonic did not get out the second one the next day certainly did! She uses an open system which works very well for me. At least with an open system, I can pee directly down into the drain, which is often because my colon absorbs so much water. As a guy, I have to be sure to aim my penis down between my legs when I have to pee. It's even easier for her female clients who only have to let go when they have to pee. If you need to pee in a closed system, you either have to use a urinal (for men) or stop the procedure for a woman to allow her to use a bedpan or toilet. During a recent five day trip out to LA, I visited two colonic clinics that both used closed systems. When I mentioned that I might have to pee during the procedure, both of the therapists gave me some towels to use if needed. Not so good. The first was in Claremont and the second on Sunset Blvd. in LA. Although they were both pleasant experiences, the second one in LA was was the only one which removed any significant fecal content from my colon. The first one in Claremont only hydrated my colon..with no poop coming out at all. I would have to say that for me, the open system my therapist uses here in Alexandria gives more thorough results along with a much more erotic experience. The feeling of being able to hold in as much as I can stand, then releasing while urinating is so relaxing and sensual. I have had a few mini orgasms while being given these colonics. In any case, there is no doubt in my mind that colonics have made me feel much better in mind and body. My regular bowel movements are more comfortable and my overall sense of well being has greatly improved. If you have never had a colonic, I suggest that you give it a try.

Yes, I've had several colonic irrigations administered by a professional colon hydrotherapist. Mine were of the 'closed' type of system. I don't think that I'd be satisfied with the results if I was to have colonics from an 'open' type of system. The 'closed' system utilizes a larger speculum. Also, when the discharge valve is opened thus allowing the patient to expel, the sucking sensation is most gratifying.

No, but I have always wanted to experience a colonic. But all the therapists I've found are female, and I would only want a male therapist.

Yes. I did like it particularly because the the therapist was a very attractive young woman. While massaging my well-oiled belly I noticed that, forgetting herself, she was really getting off on it. However, she soon regained her composure for the duration of the session. I have had only a few colon irrigations and found that they are not as effective as a series enemas which always clean me out more thoroughly.

I have to disagree with the last post. Colonics are MUCH more effective than an enema series - but you need the right therapist. Debbie has me passing clean water when she has finished with me. Take care now

I've had colonics with both the open and closed systems. I like the closed system much better. The open system seems like little more than a fancy enema.

Not only have I had several colonics through the years. I opened a colonic n spa clinic back in the 80's. Partnered with a licensed physician who administered vitamin B, and Botox injections. We both took classes and received certification. All of our staff were trained hydrotherapist and certified, as the yoga and massage therapist. What made us stand out every technician was tested and given Hep B 3 series which information was avaliable to all of our clients. We purchased two colonic machines, steam rock cedar room seated six people, 4 massage tables etc. Opened 7 days aweek.Very successful for a couple of years. Then someone made us an offer we certainly didn't refuse. Lol.

I have, several times. None were sexual in any way. Best one was a woman who held a largeish fitting in me and chatted as it happened. I wish I'd had the balls to ask why she had a large bow with nappy liners written on it, under the bench. A missed chance.

Worse one was when I was led to a room and told to wriggle myself onto a prong fixed to bench,and wait.The girl returned, turned on water supply, then left. Very much a let down, didn't even consider going again.

Yes, from a professional on the central California coast, most recently. Before that from an established business in San Francisco and also in Redwood City down the peninsula. Both used closed systems.

The San Francisco operation appears to be staffed entirely by Russian-American immigrants, as were also many of the clients. Very professionally done. I had a problem of leakage around the speculum which was embarrassing, but did not seem to phase the attendant, a lady probably in her forties. No erotic implications at all, strictly business. At the end it was not nearly clear, and I asked what that usually took. She replied that it might take three sessions. I would have liked to go for three sessions, but was not in town long enough. This business also offers prostate massage, but requires a physician's prescription. The cost was somewhere in the $70-80 range, with frequent discount offers sent to previous customers. The attendant was present the entire time, controlling the process.

At he central coast operation I mentioned the leakage problem and the lady brought out a slightly larger speculum, and that seemed to solve the problem. As in San Francisco, did not reach clear output. Cost was $75 for about an hour and a half, using the lady's time and her expensive installation for that period. Friendly and congenial atmosphere but with no erotic overtones (except the ones I felt inside me). The lady was present the entire time, controlling the process.

I have had a few and liked them very much. The hardest part for me to get used to was asking for what I wanted IE: warmer water, insert the nozzle a little farther because it feels like its slipping out, etc. But a good hydro-therapist is worth their weight in gold, In my opinion.

I have had both the closed and open system. Hands down the closed system is better because the hydrotherapist is more hands on and the nozzle is bigger and they administer it. The open system you have to regulate the water and insert your own pencil style tube.

I used to get colonics from a man who worked out of this Russian colon hydrotherapy practice in the city. The first time I received from him I got an erection and he quickly picked up on how enjoyable it was for me. The next time I visited him and got one, he didn't even have me put on a gown. He had me strip to receive completely nude.

I have a few, all with male therapists, all very boring, and in my opinion not worth the money! Closed system, all therapists babbeling on and on about the need for a clean colon and "i can tell by what is coming out that you are in need of regular service until we all the built up material cleansed from your colon. Yawn. Give me a good old fashioned enema any day! Save your money folks!

No because all the techs I've found were female, and as a gay male it would feel uncomfortable.

Yes. I had a series of colonics when I first moved out to the coast. Part of a plan to get healthier, incorporated with eating a better diet and getting regular exercise.

I found it very enjoyable and it sparked my interest in enemas

I have not had one. The clinic in town here has been plagued with hepatitis cases and that makes me nervous. Also I'm not sure the money couldn't be spent more wisely. Enemas are more private and way cheaper.

I have had several from about 4 different therapists. I enjoyed them all. The last therapist suggested to me that I try enemas and that I could do enemas at home for free instead of paying her. I took her advice and tried enemas. I found that I really enjoy enemas and am still doing them. The colonic with the therapist was all very clinical. Nothing erotic ever happened.

Since 1978, I have had hundreds of colon Hydrotherapies. The first was given to me in New York City by an elderly lady in a Chiropractor's office using a Dieriker gravity irrigator. That machine was quite different but the results were great! I have been in the care of several practitioners throughout the U.S and have always felt the same spirtual and physical uplift from the knowledge that I am clean. Now, here in New York, the Department of Health has raised the education requirements to a level where in the upstate region, the practice is non-existant. There are no practitioners! Because of this de facto ban, I have been enlisting the help of two practitioners in Hartford, CT.

Would I recommend Colon Hydrotherapy to others? Indubitably! It would be negligent on my part not to recommend it. I credit colonics and enemas for my excellent health and long life. These painless irrigations cleanse not only the body but the soul as well. Almost all of the practitioners are professional ladies who are proud to be of service. They are interested only in relieving you of your body waste that may have accumulated from one day to back several years and nothing more. Their monetary charges are usually a few dollars over one hundred for a one hour treatment. That's not bad when you might consider what an M.D. might charge for the same procedure.

I am so engaged with this procedure that I took the class to become a certified Colon Hydrotherapist myself. That class was held in the offices of Specialty Health Products, the manufacturer of the HydroSan irrigator and other related products. Soon after becoming certified, I purchased my own Toxigen irrigator which I use once or twice a week at home to autocleanse myself in a way that an enema can not. Also, consider that doing the Hydrotherapy for yourself is not the same as attending another specialist.

Even though some people might consider this alternative procedure expensive, consider the expense of having a body that has waste material circulating through it via the blood stream. That expense can be from lost work, a poor negative attitude and discomfort from gas and fecal material on board in the colon.

I highly recommend that you cleanse your colon because an enema a day keeps the doctor away!.

Yes, I have had them, but found it to be much too clinical and didn't really enjoy it. Further the therapist tried to sell me on almost everything she had such as massagers, oils, etc. Went twice but never went back

I have had maybe a dozen colonics. My first of several was in Miami at a really great place. They were professional. Since then I've had more locally from a Nashville practitioner. The price is the only thing I don't like about them.

Never have, and have no intention of. As recently noted these are all to clinical, and have costs. I feel that personal enemas, done right, are as effective and much more enjoyable, without any potential embarrassment, or travel time. Although, I do find that many people today don't take the time to do proper maintenance, or may not have privet time at home, so these maybe a good reason otherwise.

No, because I've never found a male colonic therapist!

I've had 4 sessions and they were ok, however I did not enjoy them nearly as much as an enema. I think if you enjoy enemas then the bag or bulb is a very different experience. If all you're interested in is colon cleansing then the they will do the job, but I'd rather have a series of enemas.

@ JasonK, BarryB1963. I've had several colonics. Truly a different experience. The "closed system" is far more effective because a therapists stays with you and "guides" the experience. Probably Barry will not be able to find a "comfortable" male therapists outside of a large gay community and even then he must remember that practitioners are licensed professionals who do not want to risk their license by engaging in sexual activity.

All in all, a series of enemas with a consenting partner may be more fun and get the colon cleaned out but the feeling of pressure and release in a colonic is fun too.

I haven't yet had a colonic, but have one booked in a few days. This practitioner uses a closed system, which I think I would prefer to an open system. For men out there who've had a colonic, how did you deal with, what I expect, is an inevitable erection? I'm resigned at this point to think that she will see my erection, but hopefully doesn't care or has seen this type of response before.

Actually I masturbated before the colonic. Just the anticipation was enough to produce a good erection.

[THIS IS A TRUE ACCOUNT – PLEASE DO NOT MASTURBATE]

I’ve read with great interest what folks had to say about “colonic irrigation” --- I had gone for a "colonic" last Friday afternoon [01/16].

The female therapist was very nice & professional. After we talked for a few minutes she gave me some information to read over and some forms to fill out. The weather was nice with temperature in the mid 60s, so I had worn jeans and a pullover shirt, with a light jacket. The therapist took me into the colonic room and told me to undress below the waist or if I was more comfortable I could undress completely. I couldn't help but ask, "Is there any need to undress completely?" The therapist answered that some people are just more comfortable being completely undressed. She handed me a gown, like a long exam gown.

Since there was a certain "erotic curiosity" associated with my visit, I decided to get completely undressed. I put on the gown and I was naked underneath.

The therapist came back into the room, dressed in a white lab coat, and asked me to sit on the side of the table --- a padded table with a formed raised area and an opening in between --- the area where one's knees are raised/legs separated and providing access for the colonic tube.

She pulled out a plastic bag and opened it - showing me the tubing and the "speculum" that would be inserted. During our earlier discussion(s) and completing the form, whether or not I had any health issues that would prevent a colonic from being administered were reviewed. So, now it was time to get into position.

The therapist told me to lie on my back and place my legs in position over the raised area - "so your knees bend right here", she said as she touched the top of the raised area. "Hold the back of the gown so it is at your waist but stay covered in front," she told me. I carefully got into position and, amazingly, the back of the gown was at my waist and I could feel the paper-covered table, but the back of the gown was just above my ankles. My knees were raised and my legs were spread - but nothing was exposed.

The therapist was standing at my side holding the "speculum" - a clear plastic tube about as round as a broom handle and maybe 10" long . . . it had a rounded tip at one end and a small "t" handle at the other end. The therapist explained that the "t" is attached to the rounded tip and is used to pull it out when the speculum is inserted - so that the speculum is now hollow - for the clear water to run in and the discharge to run out. Then she showed me how the tube was attached to the end of the speculum and on to the machine. I had a funny feeling . . .could almost feel my anus clenching and there was somewhat of a warm tingling in my genitals.

"Since you said there is no history or condition that would prevent you from having a colonic, I'll lubricate the speculum and ask you to insert it, otherwise, I'd do a digital rectal exam," the therapist told me.

I'm not sure I heard her correctly because my reply was, "Yeah, might as well do the exam . . ." (and then I recalled what she said, but it was too late)

The next thing that happened was that the therapist was putting exam gloves on both hands and headed toward the foot of the table. She used a tube of K-Y Jelly (yes, I could see it on the side) to lubricate the index finger of her right hand, and with her left hand, she raised the gown to my knees. She stepped closer to me and maintained eye contact. I was not exposed, nor was she looking under the gown. It was all "by feel". Her left hand went lower to my buttocks and, as if guided by a laser, I felt her lubricated right index finger between my buttocks right on my anus. It kind of surprised me and I tensed up, squeezing on her finger.

"Exhale through your mouth." the therapist told me. As I did, I felt her finger slide its full length into me. She turned her hand from side to side and then curled her finger as she repeated he procedure. Then, as she was rotating her finger she slowly withdrew it, then inserted it while rotating it in the other direction, and then she removed it.

"No problems, as we thought, and you're nicely lubricated for the speculum," she said as she removed the glove from her right hand and put on another one. The gown was still at my knees and a part of me was hoping that it would fall back and expose me, but the real part of me was hoping it would stay in place or head to my ankles! A momentary thought, as the therapist lowered the gown back towards my ankles.

She went back to the counter and faced away from me and then she approached me; she had the speculum in her hand and I could see lubricant on the rounded tip. She handed it to me and said, “I want you to insert this; I will then attach the tube and we’ll get started.”

“How far do I insert it?” I asked.

She put her finger on the speculum, maybe a few inches up. “To about here – of course, you won’t be able to see it!” she laughed. “You’ll know – go gently and slowly and don’t hurt yourself.”

I took the speculum from her and lay there, almost in a trance, looking at it.

She went back to the counter and was, again, turned with her back towards me. Meanwhile, there I am on the table, naked under a gown, legs spread wide, anus dripping with lube – and holding a lubed-up tube that I am supposed to – literally – put in my . . . ass! I was going to do it, I was.

The therapist turned around and, with a not-too-surprised look on her face said, “Some people have a problem at this point,” she said. “Texas law – I’m not allowed to insert any instruments into body orifices, that’s why I gave it to you.”

“Ummm --- Ooohhh – OK,” was my reply, and I started to move my hand lower when I realized that I’d have to raise my gown and expose myself in order to do this. Now, the moment I had fantasized about was here and I was in a panic. The therapist had been down this road many times and she had already turned her back to me by the time I was raising the gown to my hips. My legs were sufficiently spread, and I could feel the lubrication on my anus, so I put the tip of the speculum between my buttocks and pressed against my anus. It went in easily and I involuntarily clenched around it – then, loosened up, and slowly but steadily slid it in. The therapist as right – I knew when to stop. It was a strange, but good feeling, and I enjoyed it for a moment as I slid my hand back to my gown – yes, lightly over my vagina and clitoris and I noticed that there was some wetness that accompanied the warmth that I was feeling. Maybe I spent a half-second too long because, as I was pulling the gown back down to my ankles, the therapist said, “Be sure to cover yourself all the way to your ankles.”

She went to the foot of the table, with the tubing in her hand, and reached under the gown – again, all by feel, while maintaining eye contact with me. I felt her hand on the speculum and the other hand attaching the tube. It felt good to have her moving the speculum in me. Once the tubing was attached, she told me that we would begin.

The colonic process lasted about 45 minutes – warm water going in until I felt a fullness, then holding it, then a release --- which was like a suction that felt very pleasant. Occasionally I would get some cramping and the therapist told me to rub my stomach.. At times, while the water was still inside me and I was feeling the fullness, she would rub my stomach – kneading it from side to side, and then she would release the pressure.

The last time, she told me that she was going to fill me and I was to hold it – and then she was going to release it. Then, for a few minutes, she was going to let warm water simply run in and out. Oh my, that felt so wonderful and, it was the first time during the procedure that I was again reminded of any “erotic” aspect of this visit. The feeling of the speculum, the warm water circulating in my body, and now, a feeling of warmth in my genitals. I squeezed on the speculum.

I think the therapist noticed because she used her hand to hold the speculum still and with her other hand she rubbed my stomach lightly and said, “Relax . . . relax, it feels good but try to relax.” So, I tried, and I must have calmed down because she took her hand off the speculum but she continued to lightly rub my stomach.

“OK – I want you to lies still here while the machine finishes. When you feel the water stop, lie here until you are ready to get up,” she told me.

Of course, I interrupted her. “But, what about the tube?” I asked.

“When you are ready to get up, remove the speculum and release it into the basin below. Then you may clean up in the bathroom and get dressed,” she told me. “I will be in the outer office waiting for you,” she said – and then she left the room.

Now what? Well – the machine is doing its thing and the water continues to feel wonderful. Occasionally, I get a cramp and I use my hand to rub my stomach and it goes away. I couldn’t help myself, I wondered how it would feel if I rubbed a little higher and I touched my breasts. I looked at the clock – don’t want to spend too long. How long do people take? It was three o’clock. My hand moved upward from my stomach on to my breasts. Oh my, very nice and my nipples became instantly erect. That sent an instant signal “down below” and my anus gripped the speculum as my genitals began to tingle.

I couldn’t help myself and I didn’t know how long I’d have in here. I pulled the gown to my hips. The fingers of my right hand went to my vagina and spread what was now very, very wet to my clitoris. I used the fingers of my left hand to lightly stroke my stomach and then make wide circles to my breasts. And then there was the speculum – it felt so good as I squeezed and released on it. My feet were flat on the table so I was able to move my hips up and down. I started to breathe faster and through my mouth . . . I was cautious not to make any (or too much, as the case may be) noise. I could feel the perspiration between my thighs, across my stomach, and at my forehead. It was happening. While the colonic speculum was inside of me – in essence “anal sex” – I was having an orgasm! I rubbed steadily on my clitoris and occasionally inserted one or two fingers into my vagina. I lightly rubbed and then pinched my nipples . . .and I moved my hips and squeezed that speculum and IT HAPPENED! Oh my, it happened and it was good.

Now, as the effects of the orgasm subsided, I noticed that the water had stopped and there I was – exposed (the gown was above my breasts) and spread wide with the speculum protruding from between my buttocks. I looked at the clock – 3:35 . . . I had been enjoying myself for 35 minutes! How long had it been since the water stopped? Did the therapist know? Now, a feeling of shame and embarrassment overcame me. I reached down and, without any hesitation or desire to enjoy the experience, I removed the speculum and let it drop into the basin. It made a “thunk” sound that (1) instantly ruined the silence and bliss that I had experienced, and; (2) probably let the therapist know that I was finally getting off the table!

As the speculum was removed, I felt some water – or maybe it was lubricant – run between my buttocks, and when I got off the table, it ran down my leg. I went into the bathroom and cleaned up. There was lubricant more than amply spread between my buttocks, and there was still moisture on my vagina (I am shaved). The bathroom had several washcloths, soap, and towels – as well as a shower. Given the time that I had taken “on the table”, I decided to forego a shower but I cleaned up well by taking a “French whore’s bath”. I left the gown in the bathroom and walked naked back into the colonic room. A bit of arousal came over me as I stood there naked and looking at the table, knowing what had just occurred. Then, I looked into the basin and saw the speculum. Oh, the speculum – how it felt sooo good! I couldn’t help but reach back and rub my buttocks, then around front to lightly stroke my clitoris and run my hands up over my breasts. But, I had taken too long. I must get dressed. On with my panties and jeans; I decided not to wear my bra, so I just out on my pullover shirt.

I put my bra into my pocketbook –and then, I had an idea. Wasn’t all of this equipment “disposable”? Wouldn’t it be nice to have that speculum? Would the therapist notice? Sure. Would she care?

I went to the basin at the foot of the table and picked up the tubing. I looked at the speculum and pulled on it. Simple, it came right off. I went into the bathroom and rinsed it of the lubricant and, I guess, and fecal matter. Then I wrapped it in toilet tissue and put it in my pocketbook. Maybe I should have worn my bra; I could feel my nipples under my shirt. Looking in the mirror, I could see them, too! Somehow, I felt as this was OK.

I closed up my pocketbook, put my jacket over my arm, and went to the outer office to see the therapist. She was sitting at the desk and she looked up at me.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Wonderful!” I blurted out. Then, my guilt kicked in, “Sorry I took so long, I …”

“You’re fine. Many people find it so relaxing that they spend a little extra time …” and then she sort of smiled and said, “. . . enjoying the feeling.”

“Oh, OK,” I replied and the thought came across me that she knew exactly what was going on and she almost expected it. “Well, thank you,” I said, and then I headed toward the door.

“You are welcome. That will be seventy-five dollars,” she said.

Oh my – what an idiot! I blushed and sat my pocketbook on her desk.

“I’m so sorry. I almost forgot to pay you!” I said. Oh no – now I have a problem. My wallet is in my pocketbook – and so is my bra, and so is the speculum.

Well, we’re both females, so I opened my pocketbook and pulled out my bra, setting it on her desk. “Kind of warm today, “ I said.

The therapist just giggled. Then I fumbled in my pocketbook trying to get my wallet out without removing the wrapped up speculum. I got a good hold on my wallet and pulled it from my pocketbook --- and, the speculum came out and fell to the floor. Before I could reach for it, the therapist had leaned forward and gotten it – placing it on the desk. It had come slightly unwrapped to the point that it was very clear what it was.

I tried to ignore it and get in my wallet for the credit card. I handed it to the therapist and she, looking at the speculum, said, “All of our equipment is disposable – you don’t have to take this with you.” I looked at her and she was smiling as she continued, “. . . unless you want to.”

I was mortified. I handed her the credit card and she rang up my transaction. While she was doing that, I rewrapped the speculum and put it back into my pocketbook. When she handed me the copy to sign, she told me, “If you really had an enjoyable experience, please remember that a gratuity is more than appreciated.”

I put $25 in the tip area, making the total $100. $100 for an hour’s experience, a colonic irrigation, a mind blowing orgasm, and a humbling departure. All well worth it.

I handed her back the slip and thanked her. She looked down at it, then looked back at me with a smile and said, “I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself. Please come back again soon.”

I smiled and walked out the door. It was time to go home before something else went wrong!

NotForMee^^^Truly excellent account of your colonic (awash with delight) adventure...butt ty.

NotForMee, always spend some time on a toilet after a colonic to release any residual water. It may also be a good idea to wear a diaper while going home as more water may seek to escape while you are on the road.