Hi, I’ll start again!
This is my first post on this board and on the site.
I was really surprised to see this post because years ago my girlfriend at the time had me do exactly this, get me constipated. I had received frequent enemas when younger from mostly the live -in nanny. This was in the 1960s and maybe before but I do not recall. In those days as all of you I am sure kno, enemas we’re given more frequently. Some of these were memorable but for another post I think. But now I was in my early 30s and I had an urge to be given one by someone else . I gave myself a couple when single living alone but if I recall i did not get satisfaction. I had this mild need for a mild dominant woman as I also envisioned that someday I would be dressed again in clothes I would sneak out of one of my sisters closets.
The thought of that was very distant compared to my desire to experiment a bit with sex. This gi I was going with was a lot more experienced in sex than very conservatively raised me. She loved making love with me. So one night I asked her if she would give me an enema. We were watching TV I think and I remember being embarrassed after what I perceived as dead silence. So I must have been like never-mind I am sorry etc. She laughed and said do you think that you are the first guy to ask his girlfriend to give him an enema? She asked if I owned one and I didn’t at that time. I must have been pissed at my self!!
This interaction I remember quite well as it remains a huge event in my life. So she said that her roommate was going home for the next weekend and maybe we could do something at her place. I lived alone so we were always at my apartment. Anyways I thought it was okay but weird. Then she asked if I really was constipated and said we could get something in the morning. I said of course not or something like that. So she was like well we have to have a reason for an enema. Laughing and told me that she will do it for me. Mid week she is over and brings me a box of rice. She told me that she wanted me to prep or get ready for my enema and gave me a note with instructions. I was to eat a half cup of half cooked rice each night until Friday. Thursday and Friday I was to swallow some amount but not a whole lot of raw rice. the same thing on Saturday morning followed by a lot of water and with me beer, and come over to her place early like after early. By Saturday morning I figured out for sure what she was doing and I was pretty plugged up and felt sick. I got there and I told her haha but I am now sick and just wanted to lay down or words like that. She was ve pleased th the rice worked. i mean really excited. She said that she had bought the equipment to me on Thursday when we talked as usual but reminded me to follow my instructions. She didn’t tell me that she bought a bulb douche and a double balloon nozzle hose and enema bag at a sm medical supply place a few blocks awat. I doubt any drug store sold anyth more than the standard I had expected. After awhile of her in the kitchen then seeing her carry a towel she had the bag wrapped in. I waited then finally I was really nervous and cramped. She came out to the living room dressed in a business outfit of her mid calf gray flannel pleated skirt and her white bow blouse. She said that now there was a reason for getting one. I went back to the bathroom but only saw the hose and the balloons/ inflation bulbs. What the hell? But no bag. She told me that before I could get a big enema she was going to use this putting to my face. What she carried back was a deep pot with the solution in it. The toilet was on the opposite wall to the sink and nothing around it. I was to lay over the top of the towel covered toilet she explain while taking my clothes off. She then explained what the plan was and the solutions. I was like when did know all this. Well she went to the library- no internet back then. Showed me the medical book she took out. And the medical supplies person got together what she would need. As a kid she got something back then called soap sticks as a suppository. So showing me those in the foil pouches and how the balloons work to make it very relaxing. I swear relaxing. Opening the lid of what was probably a 4-5 quart Dutch oven pot, it was steaming and a bar of soap floating in it. So we started, sitting on a folding chair the pot on a TV tray, she lubed me with back then the go to jar of Vaseline.
The nozzle must have really hurt as it was the biggest thing ever going in vs out. She actually got a little pissed and was pretty deliberate on the second bulb. at some point I could go and then felt how hot it was. One more bulb or maybe two and I could go while she went to the kitchen. When she came back it was another towel covered lump. I had cleaned my self I think. Then she repositioned me so that I was lying on a big towel, facing the tub, and she put something like a firm little cushion wrapped ag in a towel under the place of your lowe back and butt. Propping the butt up. Then put both of my legs on top the side of tub. She got in the tub and pulled me by my feet until my legs were over the tub. Bent at the knees. A position we would repeat many times in the future. So butt really in the air and the cushions put farther under me.
then she sat on the tub to show me her undoing the towel to reveal a large bloated red bag.
she made sure I watched the assembly proc that she told me she had practiced. Put her folding chair in the tub and hung the bag on her belt she had wrapped and buckled over the shower rod. Then she told me that I was in this position that she made up so she could see my face and i could be aware of how much was left. I was told that the bag looks bigger because it was 3 quarts. I am not sure about this first time as she bent over and pushed the yellowish balloon inside and pumped it. Same with the outside one. Before connect to the bag, she bled the hose and closed what I learned was a wheel clamp on the hose. Then explained that with the rice plugging me, and the balloons there was n reason to squirm or act out. Paraphrasing here but she said something like that in a stern voice that I remember. She wanted the enema to go in slowly so she could make it last. And that there were more than enough soap sticks in the bag plus a couple of extra “ helpers “ she would call the additives there after.
then it started. After 20 minutes or so I started to get cramps. Look at the bag honey you have a lot more to go. Then told me that if I whined or made her stop. It would be repeaTed. Well I know I squirmed a I had a rubber on in case of accident. She beat me off when I was cramping then told me to get hard again…oh my god are you kidding? Not a turn or temporary shut off it just kept slowly going in. I think that first time it lasted almost 45 minutes. How I got up to the toilet I have no idea. It seemed very hot and she announced that I needed a large rinse enema 1 hour after reading from the book.
her skirt and blouse never moved it was her serious look she would say. In the future if we went out and she had on that or a similar outfit, I was going to get an enema.
thanks sorry this was so long but I saw the theme and couldnt believe it! I filled in a few blanks but it was a v memorable night. She never had anything more in the bag but soap sticks. She said it was to scare me.