Inducing Constipation on Purpose

Since my last post several years ago, I've come across another technique for doing this, an old school treatment for diarrhea, corn starch enemas.

Nursing Textbooks from 100 or more years ago suggest this, and I've found that it *really* works, even, if over-done, resulting in constipation!

Dissolve 2 (or more) tablespoons of corn starch in a quart of body-temperature water. Take this as an enema and retain as long as possible; it's very mild and not difficult to hold. Repeat every four hours as needed. This works best if the first of these is preceded by a plain water enema so that the colon is cleared out for the corn starch to stick in before hardening. Also, a larger corn starch enema may be used if you are able to retain a larger enema for a long time.

Severe constipation can be induced quite successfully by using extra cornstarch, larger enemas, more frequent repetition, and/or very long retention periods, especially if retained all the way through to the next enema. The key to success is allowing liquid to be absorbed, leaving the cornstarch to harden. Again, these enemas are quite soothing with unusually little urge to expel them.

Personally, the only times I ever get constipated are either when I over medicate for diarrhea, which happens every year or two, or when I occasionally intentionally induce constipation. Now that I've discovered it, I use the above procedure in addition to anti-diarrheal medicines and the other things I described in my earlier posts on this thread. The corn starch enema works like a charm! I very highly recommend it.

Yes, nursing books from the early 20th century recommend corn starch enemas for chronic diarrhea. In the late 40's, hospitals would give antibiotic (usually Neomycin) enemas, or cholestyramine (Questran) enemas for intractable diarrhea. Now days, it's just oral anti-diarrheals and IV fluids to keep patients hydrated.

I recently had a bad GI bug that caused me to vomit 9 times in one afternoon, followed by bad diarrhea til emptied. I keep Phenergan 25 mg. tabs and Lomotil tabs on hand for just such illnesses. After I got my strength back and had chugged Gatorade to normalize my electrolytes, I took 2+ qts. of tap water to get rid of any remaining bugs, or irritants. Afterward, I felt really good. During these attacks, the body is trying to rid itself of toxins and flu bugs that cause the toxins, so why not help the body out, by irrigating the bowel to hasten the process.

I don't need to be constipated to enjoy a good enema. Heck, There have been times when an hour after a good natural bowel movement, I got that "just have to have an enema" feeling.

The closest I have ever come to deliberate constipation was ignoring the natural urge if it came at an inconvenient time knowing that I could have an enema later when I am home and everything will be good again.

I don't need to be constipated to enjoy a good enema.

Neither do I! But every few years I get constipated and then an enema has a different sensation which I enjoy, too.

Constipation is never fun for me, even if it means taking a good enema to clear it up. An enema can be enjoyable & fun anytime. For me personally, eating a lot of cheese and starchy foods (like a pizza) is sure to cause some amount of constipation.....hence I tend to avoid them on a regular or frequent basis. But Yes....a good enema will take care of the problem if it arises.

Thanks for the tip on cornstach, Sophie! I can hardly wait to try it on a new e-mate!

I’ve enjoyed a number of weekend play sessions with playmates that Sophia’s prescription could prove very interesting MedFet / Enema Session.

Over the years, I have had a number of Friday afternoon, to Sunday afternoon, sessions at a mutually convenient hotel. The typical protocol we followed was to each cleanse to clear on Thursday night.

I could see arriving late afternoon Friday and having an early dinner before returning to the hotel where you each take a 1 quart cornstarch enema possibly sealed with a butt plug before slipping out for a movie, perhaps followed by a light snack before returning to the hotel.

A night filled with sexual pleasure while the cornstarch enemas take their toll. This would set the stage for some MedFet exams before more serious measures, enemas are required. I’m not quite sure how quickly Sophia’s Prescription makes its presence felt oh how quickly the symptoms last after enema treatment is undertaken. Perhaps she would be good enough to give us some additional insight.

Cheers,

Jag

@jagkar52, My best guess on how to do this:

.... The typical protocol we followed was to each cleanse to clear on Thursday night.

Use cornstarch Thursday rather than cleansing. For all cornstarch enemas, use a third cup per quart of water, the most I could ever get to dissolve without clogging the hose; or, use it stronger with a bulb or piston enema apparatus instead of a bag or can with a hose. To maximize ease of retaining, the water should be at body temperature. To add extra certainty, I'd take Imodium, too,regularly from Thursday morning on.

I could see arriving late afternoon Friday and having an early dinner before returning to the hotel where you each take a 1 quart cornstarch enema possibly sealed with a butt plug

If you can, take cornstarch enemas both before and after your dinner. For the quickest and strongest results, for each cornstarch enema, take as much as you can hold long term, using a butt plug if you're comfortable with it, i.e., go as far as you can without it interfering with your enjoying what you will be doing while holding your enemas, whether going to a movie, dining, sleeping, making love, or whatever. BTW, I personally would use an inflatable butt plug.

before slipping out for a movie, perhaps followed by a light snack before returning to the hotel.

I suggest yet another cornstarch enema when you return to the hotel, going to sleep with them in you if you can.

...I’m not quite sure how quickly Sophia’s Prescription makes its presence felt oh how quickly the symptoms last after enema treatment is undertaken. Perhaps she would be good enough to give us some additional insight.

It's been a few years since I've done this, but my recollection is that if repeated a few times over a day or so, that'll lock your bowels shut. But since these enemas aren't harmful in anyway other than being constipating, I'm inclined to use then as often until the desired result is achieved. Once you're sure you are not going to defecate again, I suggest you start taking large doses of Metamucil to create lots, and I mean lots, of bulk in your backed up gut, assuming you want an extreme need for cleansing enemas, i.e., feeling uncomfortably constipated, and you want a lot to come out, requiring multiple cleansing enemas.

I hope this helps! Please let me, and all reading this, know what you did and how it worked, so we can learn more from your experience. Thanks and the best of luck!

I'm not convinced that locking your bowels for any reason is safe. I question many of these posts honestly. Medical professionals just have a different approach to the body in general. Just my opinion. Take care and be safe .

For me I think it would be OK if you had a really bad case of diarhea . I think taking an enema is better than over the counter or Rx drugs to stop it.

Any constipation drugs or other remedies are really not good for the bowels . But if you want to play this way that's great just be careful. Blockages are very painful. Anti constipation drugs are same as laxatives too much is not a good thing.

Sophie...Do you think 2 or 3 Dulcolax suppositories would induce a huge BM? I am thinking of a particular subbie who enjoys the embarrassment of peeing and pooping her diaper.

Ok submissivelee I will be real careful thanks for the advice. 😃

You're welcome Kid . I am always a safety first person. 😃

Personally, the only times I ever get constipated are either when I over medicate for diarrhea, which happens every year or two, or when I intentionally occasionally induce constipation.

Well, I wrote that on this forum but it’s no longer true: For the first time in decades I’m simply constipated!!! My usual daily enemas were interrupted by an ethnic/religious holiday, and a disrupted sleep pattern, and all my children and grandchildren staying here, and I’ve been eating like a pig. I haven’t worked out at the gym or taken an enema since Friday! This is likely a record for my adult life!

Since we’re on vacation this week, I decided to let my husband tell me what to do because Saturday he’ll be getting his birthday extravaganza; see this posting if you’re not apprised of this:

http://www.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=756278

Letting HIM decide how to deal with MY constipation is simply because I reckon that the nicer or harsher he is with me, the same is how he wants to be treated Saturday.

I’m posting all this on this topic because his solution is that I take Imodium once an hour while awake and get a corn starch enema as often as I have a few moments, and retain them until they are absorbed! Eventually he’ll decide when and how to fix my problem. Yuck! Clearly the man wants very harsh treatment for his birthday!

When he lets my constipation be fixed, I’ll post again in case anyone cares.

He left a bar of Kirk's on the antique soapdish which means we're both getting enemas with it tomorrow (see Topic "Enema associated fetishes") and tomorrow we'll have privacy since all the visitors are going to Universal studios,

Hmmm...

“Mom, why don’t you slip out and take some enemas?” asked one of my daughters last night during “girl time” when my three daughters and I were alone while the men watched the grandchildren. That I couldn’t eat much supper and was burping a lot made my (mostly intentionally induced) constipation obvious.

“It’s OK Mom, we’ve already spent a lot of quality time together and you need to take care of yourself!”

“Your Father”, I replied meekly, “wants to give me my enemas tomorrow when you’ll are gone.”

One daughter rolled her eyes and grinned, and soon all three were grinning a special, sly type of smile; they all could tell that something kinky would be afoot today when their parents finally had privacy. And, of course, nothing more was said, but we could all tell that we were all thinking about it!

At the moment the family is preparing to leave for Universal Studios and my husband has already had me put that bar of Kirk’s Castile into the “gallon” (actually 5 quart) red enema bag, and I await my fate with bated breath…

To be continued…

Sounds like you have three great daughters, to be so understanding.

The family just left for the day and my husband just ordered me into sub space!

My first order is to post the following which he typed up:

“I have filled the 5 quart bag with very warm water and the bar of Kirk’s is now steeping in it.”

“Sophia shall get over my knees and take it, which will be hard with the 5 day’s constipation I ordered her to induce.”

“Sophia shall next fill that bag and give me that enema while holding her enema.”

“Sophia shall hold each enema today for 15 minutes and if she can’t, she’ll get a strong whack with our heaviest paddle for each minute she fails to retain that enema.”

“Sophia shall get 5 quart enemas until clear and while holding each one she shall service my body as I direct her to.”

“Sophia, once clear, shall get an extra 5 quart enema and hold it while mounting me until I have my orgasm.”

“I fully expect that Saturday when I am in sub space that Sophia will treat ME very harshly because I am overdue for EXTREME masochism!”

I've never done that. However I've exaggerated some existing constipation to get an enema, especially the first one I ever got, from my future wife.

The family just left for the day and my husband just ordered me into sub space!

My first order is to post the following which he typed up:

“I have filled the 5 quart bag with very warm water and the bar of Kirk’s is now steeping in it.”

“Sophia shall get over my knees and take it, which will be hard with the 5 day’s constipation I ordered her to induce.”

“Sophia shall next fill that bag and give me that enema while holding her enema.”

“Sophia shall hold each enema today for 15 minutes and if she can’t, she’ll get a strong whack with our heaviest paddle for each minute she fails to retain that enema.”

“Sophia shall get 5 quart enemas until clear and while holding each one she shall service my body as I direct her to.”

“Sophia, once clear, shall get an extra 5 quart enema and hold it while mounting me until I have my orgasm.”

“I fully expect that Saturday when I am in sub space that Sophia will treat ME very harshly because I am overdue for EXTREME masochism!”

You cannot ORDER someone to get into sub-space.

That has to happen by virtue of a good scene and trusting partners and it doesn't happen just because you want it to. Anyone who has actually been there knows that.

You cannot ORDER someone to get into sub-space.

That has to happen by virtue of a good scene and trusting partners and it doesn't happen just because you want it to.

This was planned in advance! I expected to be "ordered" and I was ready to go into sub space at his "command" and eagerly awaiting the "order". I simply mean that at that moment I surrendered my will and became his slave until he "freed" me, and my disposition changed from awaiting to actually being a sub.

I hope this clarifies my posting!

That's doubtful whether you knew it would be "ordered" or not.

That would be like "ordering" someone to have alpha waves or to like a particular piece of art. It either happens or it doesn't.

That's doubtful whether you knew it would be "ordered" or not.

That would be like "ordering" someone to have alpha waves or to like a particular piece of art. It either happens or it doesn't.

More accurately, perhaps, is that I had ALREADY been in sub space, anticipating his order, after which I became submissive and acknowledged being in sub space.

You were in chat a lot during that "session" and I am sorry Sophia you were clearly talking and giving accounts of the goings on and you certainly were not in subspace. Now let's give the members of this forum some credit. It's very insulting to a true submissive to read this especially when I encountered your session for hours in chat . You cannot be ordered to subspace, I don't even know when it's going to happen it all matters , and if you are a doctor you understand endorphin release, on how far the limits are pushed and whether your sympathetic nervous system takes over and THAT is when you enter subspace!

I have on few occasions have forced myself to hold my bowels and constipate my self so I could take a enema and have it do its real job lol...most I went was 9 days as I waited for my 4qt bag to arrive...it was tuff but so so worth it...has anyone else done this if so why and how long and what was the final result heaven/hell/blue etc

In post 147, sophia said that "...Immodium works by causing more water to be absorbed..."

here is how it really works:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loperamide

here is how it really works:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loperamide

Well, that article does state "...allowing more water to be absorbed from the fecal matter. "

I have always enjoyed watching the bag as it slowly deflates its contents into my rectum. I guess this quirk goes back to the first real "adult" enema I can remember my Mom giving me. Prior to that all my other enemas were with a small red bulb that she squeezed water into me with. I really wanted a "true adult enema" with Mother's hot water bottle and I, remember, that I really had to work hard to get her to give me one though. Now, one may ask me why was I so determined to get my Mom to do it? Well, it happened like this....One day I was outside my house talking with a neighbor girl who, out of the blue, told me that her Mom had just given her an "adult" enema that very day with her Mom's douche bag. I know I must have appeared to be interested because she, then, asked me if I had ever had been given one with my Mom's douche bag. I of course told her no, but I did tell her that my Mom had given me enemas in the past but always with a little red bulb. The girl listened and then told me that her Mother had also given her enemas with a bulb at one time, but the one that she was given that morning with her Mom's douche bag was beyond description. In fact, she said the experience was totally different.. At that point, I asked her why? She smiled, then blushed and told me that it made her tingle all over and, in fact, it made her feel all "gooey" inside. I remember I just smiled. She, then, went on to describe where she literally lost control of her body while the flowing water tickled her insides like an internal backrub . I knew at that point,that I wanted to know more about it. Then she told me "Mike, you've just got to get your Mother to give you one... and trust me, you won't regret it." Well, that, my friends, was all I needed to hear and from that point on I knew that I had to get Mom to give me one. But how was I going to get her to do it? After a few seconds of deliberation, I decided on the direct approach. So as soon as we ended our play that afternoon, I went directly into my house, found my Mother in the kitchen, who was sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a 6 hour old cup of coffee and one of her Salem cigarettes. I sat down, looked her straight in the eyes and asked her if she had ever had an "adult" enema? Mom smiled but did not answer. I took that to be a yes. And as a result, I asked her she did she like it? Still Mother did not answer me. Again, I took her not answering me to be a yes. So, I garnered enough intestinal fortitude and asked her if she would please give me an "adult" enema. You really should have seen my Mom's facial expression! A total blank look appeared on her face and to be honest with you, I don't think she could believe that her son had just asked her that question. She probably thought to herself that I was absolutely out of my mind to be requesting such a gift from her as this. Nevertheless, she acted as if she did not hear my request and kept right on sitting there, drinking her coffee and smoking her Salem and guess what she went on ignoring my request for weeks! But, that did not detour me, I kept right on literally begging her to give me one. Finally, after about a month, she said something that gave me some hope, "Mike, you had better be very careful for what you ask, you may just find that it is not what you are hoping for!" But, as I said before, Mom did not quickly honor my request. But, being as stubborn as I was, I kept right on asking her for one on a daily basis and sometimes I even asked her multiple times a day for one. But, Mom continued to be stubborn too! And still, I got no "adult" enema! What was I to do? I knew that I had to change my tactics. So, I devised a plan. I decided that I would make her give me one! But, again, how was I going to do it? Well, I decided that I would make myself become constipated! Again, just how was I to do it? I decided to literally refuse to go to the bathroom when the urge to poop hit me and to tell you the truth, it was really tough in the beginning! But, I'll tell you this - as the days went by, the urge to poop stopped being unpleasant. In fact, all that I felt, once I stopped having a strong desire to defecate, was a uncomfortable feeling of fullness. This took several days before my Mom finally noticed my increasing poots, lack of appetite and my ever increasing bulge in my lower stomach region. I believe that occurred on a Friday night when Mom, sensing something wrong, finally asked me how long it had it been since I had gone to the bathroom? I told her that I really did not know, but that it had been nearly a week. Mom shook her head and immediately headed for the medicine cabinet where she retrieved the trusted bottle of castoria. I was hoping for something else, but castoria was the drug of choice much to my shagrin. I think she gave me 3 or 4 tablespoons of that awful tasting stuff saying "that should help son." Well, again, urges to defecate hit me. But, as before, I, again, fought off the desire as I had earlier. My belly really cramped and gurgled alot, but, finally as before the urges became less severe and eventually just went away. I was glad that I no longer had a desire to go sit on the pot and that my plan was still on go. The next morning, Mom came in to check on me early. She woke me up asking me if I had gone to the bathroom yet? I, of course, told her "no!" She shook her head in disbelief saying "Son, I gave you enough castoria to make a large adult go! I just don't know what else to do!" After she had said that, I just smiled up at her and gave her my pleading eyes, but as before, I did not say anything. A minute or so passed. Then Mom sat down on the side of my bed and just looked at me almost as if she suddenly realized that I had been deliberately withholding going to the bathroom. Finally, she eventually asked me "Mike, are you deliberately not going to the bathroom just to get me to give you that blasted enema that you have been begging me for, for months?" I, at first, told her "no Mom! I just can't go!" but Mom didn't seem to believe me! She replied, "Son, I gave you twice the amount of castoria that is recommended for even a very large adult! and it should have made you poop your brains out!" I smiled a sly looking grin up at her and I know it was at that point that she knew for certain that I had been making my body withhold its waste. She shook her head and stated "well, son, I guess you are finally going to be getting that darn "adult" enema that you have been worrying the piss out of me for months! So, Mike, against my better judgment do what I say...just go on back to the bathroom and wait. I will be back there in a couple of minutes. I need to get several items to give you that "dam" enema with." So you know exactly what I did. I did exactly what I had been told to do. I went back to the bathroom smiling all the way. Now, when I got into the bathroom I went directly to the room's mirrow and looked into it! What I noticed was a grin that would have scared Mom herself! In addition, butterflies were swimming around in my belly. I had goosebumps all over my body and a lump as big as a golf ball had grown in my throat. I was excited to say the least and finally just sat on the toilet awaiting Mom's appearance. And guess what, eventually Mom did arrive and opened the door that I had shut. I looked up at her seeing that she had a jar of vaseline, a jar, some Ivory liquid soap. I watched her as she sat those items down onto the top of the bathroom counter. She looked over at me and smiled. I told her that I loved her and thanked her for finally giving in to my request for an enema.. She shook her head almost in disbelief, but stated "I guess you are welcome, son!" With that Mom turned and walked over to the bathroom cabinet where I watched as she opened the door. She looked back at me, smiled, then turned and reached into the cabinet. She moved several items around, but finally she pulled out a red hot water bottle and a red hose. She turned toward me again, pointed the syringe at me and said "Mike, I hope this thing that I am about to give you is worth all the "worry" that you have been giving me. I can tell you one thing, Son, you sure have worked overtime to get me to give it to you!" I puckered up my lips and sent her a butterfly kiss. She smiled down at me and I, too, smiled up at her as she took a couple steps over to the sink. Once she was there she handed me both the bottle and red hose and turned on the water. I watched intently as she adjusted the water to a rather warm temperature. I asked her "why she was so intent at getting the water to that temperature? She replied saying that she had heard that cold water enemas were hard for a person to take and that she wanted to make this here enema special for me since I had worked so hard for it. So, with that said and her getting the water's temperature at just the right temp, she reached for the bag. I gave it to her and she quickly filled it to the brim using the jar she had brought in earlier. She then put the jar down and turned the water off. Once that was accomplished I watched as she reached over to the counter and picked up the liquid Ivory soap. I watched intently as she squeezed several ounces of that stuff into the bag. Mom saw me looking at her and she smiled down at me saying this soap is supposed to really tickle your insides son. I smiled back her big time. She then reached for the tubing that I still had. I leaned over and gave it to her. Once it was in her possession she snapped the shut-off shut. Next, I watched her screw the black adapter plug into the bottle. She commented to me "Son, it's almost ready only a couple of things to do." One of things was I found later was to mix the soap and water and I watched her as she did just that.... shaking the bag back and forth for at least 30 seconds. I asked her why she was doing that and she smiled down at me and said "Mike, I'm doing this to mix the soap with the water. I do not want the solution to be too concentrated when it goes into you son!" I told her "ok!" And she spoke again saying "it's time now son, get undressed, I have about got it ready for you!" So being the good son that I was, I quickly slipped out of my shorts and underwear and took my t-shirt off as well. I can not tell you how the butterflies were flying around in my stomach at that point, but believe me they were. I knew that my long awaited enema was about to be given to me and I was in heaven. I watched Mom intently as she walked past me. She reached up and hung the bulging hot water bottle upside down on a small hook that was on the wall beside the toilet. The next thing I remember was hearing the unmistaken sound of the water filling the hose as Mom held it in her hand. I sat back down on the commode and Mom reached over to the counter and grabbed the vaseline that she had brought in with her earlier. She opened its cap and took her finger and retrieved a glob of it. Mom looking like an expert smeared the vaseline onto the enema pipe that was attached to the red tubing. I remember how the nozzle sparkled as she pointed that pipe at me. She then said, "son, I believe I have it ready!" I replied, "I see!" She then ordered me to get down onto the floor on my knees. She also told me to put my head down onto the floor. Then she stated "Mike, you will be getting your enema real soon now, all I have to do is release a small amount of water and you will get your long awaited enema, son!" I can tell you one thing for sure.... I got onto the floor just as I was instructed. I then looked up seeing her point the pipe toward the sink. Again, Mom looked like an expert. She unsnapped the shut-off and water jetted out of the black nozzle right into the sink. Once that was accomplished, I watched as she immediately snapped the tube's shut-off shut as she sat down onto the toilet seat. I reached back and Mom took my hand into hers. I squeezed it real tight and told her "thanks!" The next thing I remember was her releasing my hand and her grabbing my right bootie cheek. She gently pulling it slightly toward her leg. I knew it would not be long now. Soon, I felt her finger against my anal hole. I jumped! She said, "son, relax, I am just lubricating your hole so the nozzle won't hurt!" I relaxed and she gently smeared alittle vaseline onto my anus. So, with my bootie hole lubricated, I felt Mom slipping the tube's nozzle gently up into me. At that point, you might say that I was definitely in heaven. Here I was in a knee chest position awaiting what I hoped would be a memorable moment in my life. Mom must have sensed my hope, patted my back and opened the shut-off, but I felt nothing. I looked up at her just as she began to look up at the bag. After a few seconds, she asked "Mike, do you feel the water?" I told her "no!" I watched her carefully as she snapped the shut-off shut and removed the nozzle from my rear. She again pointed it toward the sink and with that accomplished she unsnapped the shut-off and water along with a little poop shot out. She reported "Mike, you are really full of shit!" I smiled as she again slipped the nozzle into my waiting rectum and snapped the shut-off open. Again, she asked "do you feel the water?" I, again, told her "no." This time though, Mom reached up, took the bag off of the hook, and began squeezing the bag in an attempt to get the soapy, hot, water moving up into me. After what seemed to be an eternity for me, I felt a warm feeling begin to fluid my stomach. I told Mom and then watched Mom as she again hung the bottle by its bottom tab on its hook. As she did that I snuggled down on the floor feeling the hot, soapy water continue to flow slowly up into me. My friend was right! It did fell great! I told Mom and began to focused on the bag as it slowly deflated into me. Mom in an attempt to keep me relaxed began to rub both my stomach as well as my back. Here I was, finally getting my long desired enema, with Mom taking the time to make it oh so special for me. I could not have asked for a better gift from her in all my life. I must state that all of my efforts to get Mom to give me that enema was worth it and more. And as you probably know, I have been watching that special bag deflate into me ever since. Thank you so much Mom!

I have never needed to!!

I want an enema I take on, has nothing to do with whether I am actually constipated or not. It has to do with what will make me feel better.