The sounds of an enema

Like many on here I can remember the sound of the vaseline jar lid being taken off (back when the container was glass and the top metal) and the sound of the water running through the hose. If I was home sick from school, I can remember my mothers footsteps coming up the stairs - knowing that a temp take and an enema were coming soon. I can remember the sound of the nozzle hitting the bath tub after it was removed and of course my mothers caring but stern voice telling me to bear down.

Like many on here I can remember the sound of the vaseline jar lid being taken off (back when the container was glass and the top metal) ....

Oh yes. I had forgotten about the sound of the metal lid coming off the jar of vaseline... thanks!

How about the slosh of the bag and the clink of a nozzle hitting the side of the tub.

Even as a kid growing up, fighting the process, there was a certain understanding. From the overflowing soap suds and the smell of the soap, to the sight of the open Vaseline jar, the Red Bull floating in the suds were in some ways irresistible. Being drawn over my moms lap. Hanging there worried about falling off. Listening also to the unmistakable gurgling sounds of the red bulb getting loaded knowing where it was heading. It would be a fantasy today.

Here I thought you all meant, the sounds one hears when GIVING an enema. I love the groaning, whimpering, sometimes begging, of the subject while I'm lubing or filling her. I love hearing "I can't take any more!" And informing her that the bag is only half empty. I also love the widening of the eyes when, in a medfetish session, I tell my "patient," "I'm going to give you at least two enemas before I complete your exam."

Interesting note: once I get to that point in the exam, I have never had a woman refuse the enemas, partly because I tell them up front that this is for someone who wants/needs control.. I always couch it as, "It's necessary to do a proper rectal exam." Many of these patients have never had an enema. However, when they leave my "office," they are well and truly cleaned out. I have also never had a patient who actually refused to finish the bag, once she understood she was required to do that. (Usually give less the first time, but the second is always a full bag & I have given much more on occasion.)

How about the slosh of the bag and the clink of a nozzle hitting the side of the tub.

Moppy,

To me even better is the slosh of the enema fluid inside my bowels, both felt and heard, and the occasional colon gurgles when you've trapped some air in with the water.

Eric

Oh, yes @will44 that sound of the bulb being refilled is incredibly awesome, especially when it is accompanied with husky voice small talk using certain words a phrases like "is my little boy ready to receive his second warm syringe of water deep in his cute hiney?"

The Sounds of an enema...

What do site members think about obvious inescapable post enema sounds?

One of the major moments in my early enema experience was when my mum came into the bathroom while I was in the bath one evening and removed her Perfex enema from its box along with some vaseline and a plastic bowl and took it to the outside basin, closing the bathroom door. By then I recognised the syringe and its purpose as I was looking right at that cupboard and some time later hearing the very recognisable sounds of relief from the toilet next door. I knew that my mum had used the enema on herself and I was listening to the very successful outcome.

There was some washing sounds and mum returned to the bathroom with her enema equipment and replaced it in the cupboard, probably noticing that by now she had my full attention. She remarked that the bath water would be getting cold so I should get out soon.

Mum never amplified this incident. She obviously was constipated, gave herself an enema which worked and was not constipated any more.

From her point of view nothing special happened. From mine nothing was ever quite the same as I had never experienced the sounds of someone else expelling an enema and at later times other enemas were administered in that bathroom and expelled in the adjacent toilet and my bedroom was directly opposite.

I have no interest in hearing someone normally go to the toilet at all but when I know that an enema has sponsored that act and I am hearing the very distinctive whoosh / splash aftermath of an enema administration I can't help replaying my experiences of relief in my head and it does effect me. (nicely)

emma

I used to anticipate the sound of the metal hose clamp, dreading the rush of water that was about to invade me. I currently have a plastic medical ramp clamp. Time to do some shopping and see if I can find a "classic " metal clamp. Thanks for reminding how much I missed that sound.

Regarding sounds - Living upstairs in a two-family house with my parents below on the 1st floor, they must have been aware of all the sessions enemas I was doing - all the flushing, etc... Since was married, maybe they mistakenly thought it was my wife doing it, ha.. They never said or asked anything...

I would say the most important sound that is associated with an enema, besides the sound of the bag being filled and the sound of the metal Vaseline jar being unscrewed, is the sound of the stainless steel snap clamp being released and the sound of the enema starting to flow through an unbleeded hose.

Good luck Fullsoapybag finding the metal pinch clamp. They are hard to find.

I love the sound of gloves going on my wife's hands as she preps to lube my asshole. The click of the lube cap is also really erotic.

I personally am more visual and she makes me watch the bag as it empties into me. Just seeing the IV pole set up when I get home is enough to make me sport wood.

Growing up there was always the sound of the linen closet across the hall from the bathroom being opened and then shut. An enema was in the offing if I could then hear water running at the sink followed by the muffled sound of the bag being filled. Soon after there was a faint click as the clamp was opened and then shut to bleed the air from the hose. If it was my sister getting an enema I would listen to the faint conversation that was followed by the clamp being opened. There would be more faint conversation that was usually some encouragement from mom. Finally, the clamp would be clicked shut and a period of silence as she would have to hold it. Once on the potty and releasing it there would be the unmistakable sound of enema water flowing punctuated by an occasional plop. There's nothing like a house with thin walls and a kid who has experience being on the receiving end of a red bag.

All the erotic exciting and perhaps Dom and sub sounds of rubber bags and water and clamps and clicks and gurgles and so on noted throughout this thread including some of my own are indeed satisfying experiences. But to me who is a switch who thoroughly enjoys taking quite large and long enemas as a sub to my partner's Domme, the most erotic, exciting and satisfying sounds of an enema are the personal ones uttered and expressed by the receiver, at various stages experiencing or struggling to accept invasive nozzles and fingers and catheters and balloons, sudden rectal flooding sensations, progressive weight and volume of their colon filling, colon gurgling, perhaps internal gurgling and water shifting and maybe cramping. All the moans, groans and perhaps complaints and requests and begging mixed in with the sexual sounds and movements often induced or accentuated by the enema are music to my ears, especially coming out of my partner.

Eric

Watching my parents give my little sister (3-4) an enema on top of the table one night when i was 5-6 was very exciting to see as you might imagine but i also clearly remember those sounds....mom exiting the bathroom with the towel, enema bag and vaseline. she spread the towel out and proceeded to the kitchen sink where the sound of running water being adjusted to the right temperature and her measuring a pint of water in the Pyrex one quart clear glass with the red markings on it. she held it up to her eye level and stirred in the heaping spoonful of baking soda and stirred it up with a metal spoon. then she poured the enema mixture into the red open top enema bag and opened the clamp to release the air in the tubing. that sound got to me even then...the spoon against the glass mixing it and then that musical sound of water pouring into an enema bag and of course that click of the metal clamp. it was very exciting to hear as well as watch.

i used that very same Pyrex cup to measure milk this morning and the memories flooded back to me and speculating how many enemas were fixed in that cup...hundreds i am sure over the years

The pinging noise of the metal spoon in the large pyrex glass bowl stirring up my Castille soapy water enemas gave me the goosebumps & shivers as a 9+ year old boy.

Have to admit, I would sneak up to the bathroom door after I had given a gal an enema and would quietly masturbate to the sounds of my enema handiwork. Even if the gal didn't mind my listening, it was more exciting to do this on sly... In cases where the gal was not into enemas and did not want me near, it was all the more exciting to do this 😈

In these times when travel is not an option doing an enema with someone on the phone can be fun. Although you won't hear the click of the clamp you can still hear the occasional gasps or grunt. After 3 or 4 minutes the inevitable cascade into the potty is heard,signifying a job well done. I've never done a zoom enema but I suppose that would even be better.

Before there was internet I did some over the phone spanking and enema sessions... had to have a long phone cord back then for the enemas, 😃 . With enemas it was okay, but I found I can role-play completely on my own..

I only had one enema but I can still hear and see as though it was yesterday. One thing I remember is the hollow, gurgling sound the water made as my Daddy filled the big enema bag was being filled.

The 4 qt bag filling up only feet from the bed, my back to it and the bad being hung from the IV pole, a rubber glove going on her hand, the Vaseline jar opening all behind me as I bend over awaiting my punishment(pleasure) almost ready to cum before the water hits, OMG good

Daughter Jen who stayed with us for a while during COVID quarantine noticed my syringe drying in the shower and that I use two clamps. One is the roller type and the other a vintage metal pinch clamp that I found in a drugstore back in the 80s. I've always liked hearing the snap of the metal lamp opening and closing, I told her. "Mom, that's weird." Jen always speaks her mind, and she's usually right.

.... I use two clamps. One is the roller type and the other a vintage metal pinch clamp that I found in a drugstore back in the 80s. I've always liked hearing the snap of the metal lamp opening and closing, ....

Really great to read about another doing this for the same I reason I do it! You're daughter's comment made me laugh.

Love those enema sounds - the ones from the equipment and the ones from taking and relieving the enemas.

The distinct sounds of a syringe bulb being filled - first the bubbles from pushing out the air in the soap suds to the sucking In of the soap suds. Pushing the soapsuds into the poor recipient’s colon - including some air. And repeating the whole spiel again and again.

Then in the end when the poor recipient is sitting on the toilet and releasing the whole thing including some not so lady like sounds ...

A memory from my childhood. My mother often gives enemas to the children of friends and relatives. This usually happened while I was away from home. I was home three times but wasn't allowed to look at it. I listened to noises outside the door. The door was thin.

I could hear my mother explaining to this child what it would be like and that it would not hurt. Then he will instruct the child to undress from the waist down. Then there was the child's mother (they were always with the mothers) to put the child on her lap. Then I heard noises as the enema bulb refills. Then there was an order for the mother to open the child's buttocks. She instructed the child to breathe deeply. These noises were repeated on all three occasions.

At the end, she told her to tighten her buttocks and lie down calmly. I saw that after a few minutes the door would open and the boy or girl would go to the bathroom and I ran away. If my mother saw that I was eavesdropping, I would be reprimanded or spanked

Love those enema sounds - the ones from the equipment and the ones from taking and relieving the enemas.................

Then in the end when the poor recipient is sitting on the toilet and releasing the whole thing including some not so lady like sounds ...

These are the sounds I find most erotic and arousing too, meaning all the moans, groans, complaining and begging during her filling me or my filling her, and then the remarkable sounds of relief as one of us empties with great relief into the commode. All the other mechanical water and bag and clamp sounds are great too, but the vocalizations from the giver and receiver (Domme and sub in my case) are what really gets my motor going.

Eric

Hey Vicki V. I too love the clicking sound when the metal hose clamp is released! I purposely let it snap load. I will close (the clicking sound of that too is exciting) and snap it open a close over and over. The pulsing rush of the liquid running into you when the bag is up high and the clamp being opened and closed adds to the enjoyment of the filling.

The sound of the clamp opening up the water rushing in the gurgling sounds coming from inside and that unmistakable sound that the bag is empty

I'd be in position laying across 2 pillows on top of the bathroom towelchest. I could see the bathroom sink & toilet bowl. The filled Victoria enema bag was hanging on the nail in the wooden mirror frame above the sink on the left side. The nozzle would be aimed at the center of the drain and the clamp released to remove the air from the hose & nozzle.A 2-3 second flow into the drain that made a dreadful gurgling sound that would give me goosebumps.Wiped dry I could see it being generously lubed up. I'd feel my small butt cheeks being separated with the parental thumb & forefinger and the nozzle fully inserted. The brass hose clamp made a dreadful unclicking sound and I'd be getting a warm soapy water enema...

Like many others, i love the gurgle sound as the bag drains its last drops. Then discovered a new sound as plastics has taken over world,the sound of the nylon clamp being..zzzzzzzzzip closed. Now a distinct contemporary sound.

Prepping always was accompanied by the clanking sound of the hot water bottle stopper,(always attached to the Rexall bag for convenience) and the added clanking of the hose connector in the sink, being fumbled by anxious hands.

sounds still pleasant even as i now need hearing aids.....grrrrrrr