I was about 16, and had been given anesthesia for a surgery on my knee. The surgery went fine, but the anesthesia made me constipated. They wouldn't release me until I had a bm because of concerns about having a blockage, whatever that meant.
On the third day, a nurse came in blue scrubs and told me that a fleet enema had been ordered. I wanted to die.
The nurse snapped on gloves and had me lie on my side on a blue and white pad in the bed. She brought the sides of that stupid backless gown forward so that my bottom was bare. She had me bring my good knee up to my chest to expose my anus. She kept saying "I know, it doesn't feel good, but I see this stuff every day". I didn't care what she saw every day...this was something that I did not *do* every day, so I was not at all used to it. Being 16 and in a hospital, I didn't know I could refuse.
The position exposed my genitals as well as my buttocks and anus. The embarrassment at being naked from the waist down and exposed made me feel turned on. Just remembering it makes me feel warm and moist. I guess I've always enjoyed being in a position of vulnerability.
I remember looking out of the window while hearing the sound of the nurse ripping open the box that the enema came in. I felt her gentle fingers lift up my buttock to expose my anus more. I felt my vulva also part a little more, making a tiny wet sound as my vaginal opening parted slightly. The nurse rubbed some lube onto my anus, and said 'ok, pressure'. I felt a burning sensation and yes, pressure of a tube pushing my sphincter into compliance. I closed my eyes in shame and humiliation from the creepy cramping feeling of the tube going inside of me. The fluid felt cool and seemed to flood my pelvis rather than my bowels, even though it was definitely in my rectum. The nurse said "Ok, it's coming out. I need you to hold it like you're holding a bowel movement.", and she quickly retracted the nozzle. I struggled to hold it as she helped me onto a bedpan so that I could expel. I had never before had a bowel movement with someone watching me. I was mortified, but unable to stop the expulsion.
The nurse had me lift myself off of the bedpan, and then because I could not balance with the surgical wound on my leg, she spread my cheeks and wiped my anus and buttocks clean. She said 'there, that wasn't so bad, was it?'. Yes it was. It was so bad. It was awful, and yet, my clitoris was throbbing and fluid was slipping from my vagina. I am positive that when she cleaned me up, she wiped my vagina as well.
I didn't tell anyone in my family about it, but I masturbated that night, thinking of the nurse exposing me and sliding the nozzle into my body. I fantasized that the nurse had slipped a finger into my slit and stroked my clitoris while inserting the nozzle. The combination of mortification, powerlessness and excitement was electrifying.