I use the plastic "S" hook that came with the "fountain syringe." I hang it from the shower head. I have a longer than stock neoprene hose that does not kink like the cheap hose supplied with the bag.
This is an excuse to tell a true story and it is linked to the subject: Circa 1980, I was assigned a temporary post in Southern California. Unfortunately, I did not know of Sherema: but I did locate an enema provider in Van Nuys. I recall the second gas shortage was on and I could only make one trip up from Anaheim, and so it had to be good. It was.
The lady had a large hospital style bag hanging from a large (symphonic size or drum kit component?) music stand, that she could easily move up and down even with the bag relatively full. It was in front of her couch which was covered with a rubber sheet. She started me out on my stomach with the bag about four feet above me, and used a black plastic nozzle-just a little larger and longer than the standard variety that comes in the drug store kits. She lubed my sphincter with KY slapped my ass hard, told me: "relax" and slid the pipe home and then came the ominous click and that feeling we all like. I recall that the water was much cooler than I expected, but it still felt pleasant.
After a short time she had me pull me knees up a little and she reached one hand under to press on my expanding belly and tease my nipples; what a nice feeling and that along with the flowing water produced a rock hard erection. As soon as she felt that degree of swelling in my member, she stopped the flow and had me roll over on my back and from seemingly nowhere she produced a colonic tube. I noticed that there were marks on the tube made more than likely by a magic marker. She lowered the bag to about two feet above my belly.
She very skillfully slid the standard nozzle out and slipped the colonic tube over the nozzle. She then quickly inserted the colonic tube and started the flow almost simultaneously. She feed the colonic tube slowly to the second mark(with the colonic tube she had the use of both hands) and reached up and pinched and tweaked both of my nipples. My penis was involuntarily throbbing and dripping that good ol' clear pre-cum. She said in a stern voice: are you ready for your orgasm? I said yes and she jerked my member hard and fast; my spurting reaction was almost immediate. My sphincter automatically pulsed from the ejaculatory function and the colonic tube neatly slid out to about the first mark-obviously I did not notice this during my pleasure pulses; it was as she slid the remaining length of tubing gently from my rectum.
She led me to the water closet and pointed out the magazines and told me to take my time to empty-with the comment that a lot of her guys didn't take enough time. Since I had a long ride back, I did.
I meant to ask her about the water temp, but I forgot. I did inquire as to how she became interested in enemas. Her answer-her ex-husband was into them and she learned to enjoy the routine and the control it gave her over the male. As I left, she asked me very nicely: "Don't you feel all nice and clean, back and front?" I told the truth, yes. It really did feel dandy and something the ladies would not exactly understand, my reproductive system was completely drained, from my testes, the prostate, the seminal vessels, cowpers, etc. A drop dead beautiful woman could have stepped up and asked to go down on me and for about a day or so afterward and I would have been totally useless. (
although I am a fool for vaginal scent, maybe....) The fee was $75.
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