The sounds of an enema

The ending like blazing saddles fart scene

The ending like blazing saddles fart scene

ThirstyButt,

Clarify? I've written several responses in this thread and by far my favorite enema sounds are the grunts, moans, groans, complaints and often begging coming from the receiver as the enema progresses into her from nozzle insertion to expulsion. By "ending" are you referring to gas or farts the receiver is making during expulsion if they happen to wind up with some air in their bowel while filling with the enema? Or something else? Thanks,

Eric

I love the sound of air being forced out of the Bulb syringe as it is being filled from a bowl of soapywater.

I also like the little sounds that come from the person getting the enema as the water is pumped into them. 🙄 .

The soap clicking on rings as it is rubbed into the sink for a bulb enema

The sound of the water as the bag is nearly full

The sound of the last of the bag going into my bottom

I get excited by the sound made when a bulb slides out of the bum, if the bulb isn’t completely fully depressed when pulling the nozzle out. That “suction” sound gets me every time, especially when the bulb has just been in a sexy female bottom.

Oh yes this is a great thread. I am a bulb and higginsons enema enthusiast so the sounds that go with all that are an erotic turn on. Right from hearing the tap running warm water into the sink, the soap being splashed around into a froth, then the filling of the enema bulb, air being purged under water or just the whoosh from the nozzle. You can hear the fluid being squirted in and the sucking of the bulb as it is withdrawn. Same with a higginson, the click of the metal valve in the bowl, the squeezing air out and sucking up fluid and the quiet hiss as it injects and does its work. Also smells are important, the smell of warm rubber and soap. It all adds to a very cerebral experience as you enjoy the physical delights of either getting the enema or giving it. Nothing is so intimate and invasive, not even anal sex. No wonder we all got a fetish as kids, our first almost-sexual experience.

One of the early enemas(not the first or second, after that he's not sure) my Dad gave my Mom

He told her, “OK you know to get in position now. Right?”

She said, “There is one more thing we need to do first!

She went to her dresser, crouched down in the “Dip” that becomes a habit when you wear tight girdles routinely. She opened a drawer that looked like it was where she kept her more specialized foundation garments. She dug around under and behind everything else and pulls out a real good quality medical stethoscope, not a piece of junk by any means.

She put it around his neck.

As soon as he gathered himself after the initial surprise he asked, “What's this for?”

Her immediate response, “Oh that's mostly so you can HEAR the water in my bowel. That way you can tell how close to completion of the round I am. You will hear the water swirling and moving in my intestine. It also helps you know whether I got too much Epsom Salt by listening to my heart. Any sign of an erratic rhythm and you need to make sure it pops back into rhythm. If it doesn't, don't listen to what I say just get me to the Emergency room!”

He remembers just saying “OH!” Then she said, “ Now because you are the first non-family to ever do this to me, my heart rate will be a little elevated already, but listen to it right before I get into position, so you get a sense of what my normal sounds like.”

She then put the two buds in his ears and held the scope up to her chest just below and right of her left bra cup.

A few minutes later, as the enema went in, he could hear the rush of water, and once it was in, the water moving around, and not just the heart, but the breathing and changes in breathing as retention progressed.

When Dad was telling me the story he said, “One more thing about your Mom that was interesting but likely proved nothing!”

The beans eating scene in Blazing saddles…lol

Dass Geräusche die gesamte Bandbreite an Gefühlen und emotionen abdeckten, ist jedem bewusst und nichts neues. At the same time, it is astonishing that the same noises at different times can trigger completely opposite reactions. You can also recall sounds in your head and the associated feelings at the same time.

When I close my eyes, I can actually recall situations from my childhood, such as enemas, that have stayed with me.

It begins with the splashing sound when filling the enamel bowl, the typical sound when mom washes her hands with curd soap and makes the brew, combined with the familiar smell of this soap. The longer she washed, the more worried I became. I can smell the rubber of the bulb that stood next to the bowl, ready to do its intended duty.

I hear mom drying her hands and putting on a rubber or latex glove, the opening of the jar of Vaseline, the slight smacking noise as she greases my butthole, the bubbling and slurping noise while fill the bulb, which at the same time caused me to clench.

I'll never forget when Mom pulled out the half-empty bulb and relaxed the ball so it filled with air; who doesn't know this slurping noise...; to then push the rest of the fluid into my colon. I expected the bubbling in my butt every time the bulb was empty, which was the signal for my mom to refill it.

Back then a world of noise comparable to that of a ghost train... Today hi-fi - sound...🤗🤗🤗😎

Here are a few that come to mind.

That gurgling sound as the last of the water leaves the bag.

The ratcheting sound the plastic clamp make when closing.

The clicking sound of a metal clamp closing.

The rhythmic clicking sound my flow gauge make as the water leaves the hose.

The sound of water as you expel interrupted by the sound of a big plop, this is the sound of success!

The sucking sound a bulb enema makes when it is removed from your bottom.

When my wife asks “would you like for me to give you an enema?”

Are we sensitive to the sounds of the human response — verbal and nonverbal reactions and communication before, during and after the enema is given. I need to be aware of any moaning that tells me cramps maybe getting uncomfortable, and I should slow down or stop the flow. In the few times,

I have given enemas on occasion to my family, my husband is much more quiet, as opposed to my older daughter who is very verbal. “Mom, I think I’m going to die. Can I please go now?” I helped her to do a cleanse during the pandemic lockdown when she was so stressed from losing her job. Jen has always been outspoken and dramatic of our two grown daughters. She should’ve been an actor!

Those various sounds, including the human responses, are what triggers the attraction many of us enjoy when giving or receiving enemas. Those sounds that we were able to overhear, or eavesdrop on, also triggered some involuntary responses as we recognized the reactions of another who were being subjected to treatment within our earshot. Oh what fun we had at times!

My favorite sound is the click of the metal clip opening

Amen! You can still get that kind of shut-off .. click

There were a lot of different sounds associated with enemas when we were kids. But with those sounds, went the feelings that were associated with the sounds. Mom gave us enemas laying across our bed together, and when she told us to get ready for a couple of enemas. It was our job to spread towels across our bed to lay on, get our clothes off, and be laying nude across the bed when she came in carrying the enema bag.

When mom tells us to get ready for a couple of enemas. Two things happened, first my butt gets tight, knowing we’ll all get a bare bottom spanking if we disobey her. Second, my brother and I get a hard-on, knowing mom will be putting her finger inside our anus and moving it around, making our penis tingle and get even harder. By the time mom walks in the bedroom carrying the enema bag and we smell the Ivory soap, we’re laying naked across our bed on our backs. But it’s not just the sounds we hear, it’s the smell of the Ivory soap and rubber enema bag. It’s very distinct and to this day, I can close my eyes and think about that time long ago and almost smell the rubber enema bag and Ivory soap, as if it were in the room with me.

If she’s going to take our temperature rectally first, she’ll have us roll over on our stomachs. Next, we hear the top being removed from the jar of Vaseline. Then, a few seconds later, we feel her hand spreading our butt apart for either a rectal thermometer or her finger. As the thermometer or finger touches our anus, we stiffen up, as it slowly slides in our anus. We can tell by feel if it’s the thermometer or mom's finger. If it’s the thermometer, it’ll be inside us for at least five minutes, then removed. When mom removes the thermometer, she wipes it off and reads it. Next, we hear the sound of the thermometer being put in a glass of alcohol. From that sound, we know in a moment, we’ll feel moms left hand spreading our butt apart as her index finger sliding in our anus. As it slides in, we moan as it goes deeper into our rectum. Once in, as she slowly starts moving her finger in and out with a little twist back and forth. As this happens, we start moaning again while she moves her finger around for fifteen or twenty seconds, until she replaces it with the adult rectal nozzle. Once that happens, she starts the flow, and we feel the warm soapy water filling our colon. If mom runs the flow slow enough, we generally only get a few small cramps, but if the flow is faster than usual, we get strong cramps, and we’ll beg mom to stop. When that happens, she tells us, “Breathe deep, there’s just a little bit left.” Then lowers the bag to slow the flow down. Once she stops the flow and removes the nozzle, she places a washcloth on our anus for us to hold.

Next came the worst part of the soapy enema, holding it for ten minutes. This is where we’d get in trouble. If we got bad cramps, while holding the enema and fuss too much, mom would have dad spank us when he got home. The worst part is, knowing we’re going to get a bare bottom spanking across dad's lap. The spanking itself is bad enough, but it’s not nearly as bad as thinking about it for a few hours first. Not knowing if he going to use his belt or his bare hand. If he uses his belt, the spankings will sting like fire, but be over after a dozen or so licks. On the other hand, if he uses his bare hand, the spanking will last a lot longer. We’d get at least a couple dozen licks, sometimes a lot more. His hand didn’t sting as bad as his belt did, but the longer he spanked us, the more it stung. Either way, we ended up with a very sore butt. And to top it off, after dad spanked us, mom occasionally gave us another enema in private. Those are the only enemas mom ever gave us laying across her lap. It didn’t happen that often, just enough to keep us in line.

Once the hold time was over, we were allowed to go to the bathroom. By the time we finish on the toilet, one of our siblings is ready to take our place. Then, once we’re all finished with the soapy enemas, we get to do it all over again for our rinse enemas. We didn’t need to see what was happening. All we had to do was listen to the sounds mom and our siblings were making to know what was going on.

I remember so many sounds from my early enemas. The sloshing of the soapy water in the bag, the click of the clamp, etc. Those I can recreate, but there are two sounds that I can't recreate. First is the sound of the metal lid being unscrewed from the glass jar of Vaseline. (I wish I had thought to save one of those jars.) The second sound I can't recreate is the soothing words of my mother that she spoke to me during the many enemas she gave me.

I enjoyed hearing my sisters moaning as they masturbated during the enema and the sound of the vibrator they used to pleasure themselves while retaining the large crampy enema. Then the uncontrollable gush of the enema as they expelled it. The sound the enema made as it finally left the bag or plastic container which meant that finally no more enema would be filling my tummy. As a teenager listening to my tummy after an m and m or Mayo enema with a stethoscope as it slowly filled with gas during the the thirty minutes that I had to retain the small yet powerful enema which I could not expel until the balloon nozzle was finally deflated and the cramping enema poured out of me as soon as I sat down on the toilet.

It wasn’t easy being a nurse in the “old days” when she was giving full bag enemas to patients each night to prepare them for surgery the next day. Most of her patients were anxious and even frightened. The sounds of patients moaning while being given large soapsuds enemas were often heard on the medical-surgical floor after visiting hours. It would sometimes take hours to prep a patient whose doctor ordered enemas “until clear.” Patients would be exhausted, and so would the nurses after their shift. Reflections of a retired nurse, who still remembers what it was like.

Enema bulb gives best enema sounds, squeezing it, water filling, removing from anus, sounds from belly as both solution and air gets in the colon. Bulb with vaginal tip is even better.

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

I've never associated sounds with an enema. Of course, I never associated sounds with silence. If I had I might have written the above song and I would be writing this post from some island in the South Pacific instead of where I am. However, I now realize that there are sounds that could be associated with an enema like scents. The scent that I associate more with my childhood enemas is the scent of Ivory or Kirks Castile Soap. As far as sounds, I think the sound of the click of the clamp and the sounds of expulsion would be the most dominant. So creative writers of which I am not one, please describe an enema using only sounds.

When at home when young, Higginson was around but not around our home. We had several bulbs and as you say, the silent bag that as DD said. other than the click which way back then was a metal clip with a distinct sound. I wish now that the Higginson had been available for I am sure the quality of those delightful things would have been superior to what's available today. I mentioned that we had bulbs at home which I preferred over the bag for a number of reasons of which include the repetitive insertions which to this day is one of my favorite acts of an enema, but the sounds of the bulb filling and sensation of the pumping of the solution by a playmate. The thought of the feeling of water being continually being pumped into my body by a playmate is very erotic because I have always associated (although I would not have admitted it in my early years), enemas sexually. I hope my rambling hasn't gotten too far off subject.

One sight that always got my attention was a full three-quart pumpkin style douche/enema bag. It got my heart beating so hard, I could hear the sound of my beating heart. The first time I ever saw one, was in grandma’s bathroom linen closet. However, it would be sometime before it was used on me or my siblings. Around age seven or eight, mom used it or one like it, when she gave us enemas in our bedroom together. She gave each of us one quart of the three quarts in the bag. It didn’t really bother me then, because I knew it was going to be shared with my siblings. The summer I turned nine, when grandma used it to give me my first 3H enema. It didn’t bother me then, because I watched her fill it. She only used two quarts of very warm soapy water. It was used every summer afterwards, when she gave me a 3H enema, filling it with only two quarts.

That changed the summer I turned fourteen, when grandma called me to the bathroom for a 3H enema. When I walked in the bathroom that afternoon, my penis was already hard as a rock, knowing I was going to get an enema. Once I saw the full pumpkin bag, with her twenty-four-inch colon tube attached, my penis went soft in a heartbeat. I had been getting enemas for a number of years and this was the first time an enema really scared me. It wasn’t the colon tub that scared me, grandma always used it for 3H enemas. It was the three-quart pumpkin bag, and it was very full an intimidating. Grandma saw the look on my face and knew instantly I was scared. Then reassuring me said, “You’ll be fine. It’s not as much as it looks like.” Grinning at me said, “Now get those jeans off and get in position.” Once I had all my clothes off, she realized I didn’t have my usual enema hard-on commented, “You are scared, aren’t you?” I replied, “Just a little, that bag is awfully big.” Then she replied, “I wouldn’t give you three quarts, if I didn’t think you could handle it.” At that, I got down in the knee chest position and twenty minutes or so later, I had all, but a little bit in my colon. I wasn’t able to empty the pumpkin bag of either the soapy or rinse enema that day, but I almost did.

There’s at least one video on YouTube of a guy getting an enema from a nurse in the ER, she seems oblivious - looks like shot with iPhone from across the room. Maybe less conspicuous but more titillating would be an audio recording……from the time the nurse walks in until the toilet flushes - would certainly excite my imagination! I’m throwing down here for anyone game - less risky than a video too. Can’t wait to HEAR you soon! 😎

The initial sounds I associate with an enema (bag enema) are quite pleasant: The sound of running water as you make the temperature just right, then the click of the clamp followed by the first rush of that warm water, then the barely audible slurp as the bag empties. The next series of sounds, the gushing, splashing, and farting are not so pleasant but certainly have to happen before it is all over. After all, that is what an enema does.

Your observations are just as i remember.

The splash of the liquid as my mom, a nurse, pumped the Higginson to clear the air out was a pleasant memory.

One thing you didn't mention was that the early Ingrams had a metal valve at the end, and as she pumped the syringe it would bump against the side of the enamel bowl she used. Even if i wasn't witnessing my sister getting her enema, which i did on many occasions, I could count how many times she pumped the syringe as it hit the side of the bowl.

The odor of the castille soap as she shaved it into the boiling water to melt it, was my favorite thing, as it warned me some girl was going to be given an enema.

The sounds of people talking that I still remember when I was lying in bed at home, with a nurse and my husband in the room. The nurse was hanging a hospital-type full enema bag next to the bed and telling me, “This is going to make you uncomfortable. I will be as gentle as I can, but you need to have this done.”

Then she’s quietly asked my husband if he could roll me on my side, as I was in pain. She said I would need “everything off from the waist down.” Suddenly, I felt very vulnerable. The "sounds" of what was said beside the bed was hard to forget.

The sounds of enema administration are as diverse as the players are. Humans, equipment, water flowing into syringe, some love sounds. Each time it is different. Makes the same basic process exciting for me and my sub.

Certainly filling the bag may result in some water noises, using a mixing container as well (plus possible clanging), and obviously expelling is not discreet. Add the possible fussing.

On a more discreet note, the "click" when opening the clamp, and the noise when closing it.

The click of the clamp opening and closing. The sound of the water splashing into the toilet during a large and forceful evacuation. I love the slight gurgling sound coming from the bag as is gives me the last of it's warm wonderful water into my body. I even enjoy my deep moans and grunts as the water pushes into me filling and stretching my colon.

Mom saying wait right here. Hearing the door opening from the bathroom. Hearing opening and closing of the Cabinet. Hearing the water run for a time. Mom calling for you. Doing the walk of shame.

Hmm memories and goosebumps come back.