Do You Recall Being Told, You Must Take It All

Many, many times by one or another ex-GFs or wives who somewhere along the way in giving me a "forced" enema, would tell me I was taking every last drop in the bag. Various threats or inducements would follow, like even more water, a second enema, prolonged retention, or worse. Great eroticism and fun.

Eric

I am the only one who has applied the rule that you have to take it all, and only for play. As a child, if I told mom that I was full, she would stop. But it was understood if that enema did not produce results it would be repeated, with more the next time.

I didn't really receive enemas as a child.

But, amongst adults, I believe that having to take the entire bag ought to be a general rule.

The more you can take the better, but I need you to feel that you can hold it in for a few minutes. That's been the approach I've used as a giver. On rare occasions when I gave to my daughters, I had them take just half a bag, which made the enema less crampy and easier to retain, got better results, and didn't freak them out in thinking that it was the worst thing their mother ever did to them. With my older, there was one time when she was so uncomfortable and bound up that she needed a second round, which was an ordeal for both of us. But at 3:30 in the morning, she felt much better, give me a big hug, and I put her back to bed.

@Vicki_V That's the beauty of the double balloon nozzle... the recipient is going to hold it just as long as the administrator decides they are going to hold it!

@Vicki_V That's the beauty of the double balloon nozzle... the recipient is going to hold it just as long as the administrator decides they are going to hold it!

pmoi,

Yes, and that beauty is the the key to a Domme telling me I'm going to hold all the water she pumped into me until I earn release by doing all the submissive things she demands while I'm still humiliatingly full. She really means it, and with the DBC inflated in me she can actually make me hold it as long as SHE wants. My experience with my Domme ex was usually about a 2-4 hour evening, but a few times she really wanted to push me and enjoy watching me struggling and orgasming overnight. I'll never forget those.

Eric

In my case I kept hearing, “just a little bit more....just a little bit more” and when I finally sat on the pot and looked up, the bag was empty.

When I was a girl, especially my grandmother, I also had to take the last straw.

My grandmother used to say to me: "Take all the liquid without interruption. Make yourself a good girl who is almost finished ..." I turned my head and looked at the bag and saw it half full again. 😢 -

Mother was very permissive, some sometimes after not even a liter, she made me free. 😃

As I recall (around age 4) there was never any question about taking whatever was in the bag. They were not full bag enemas, but they were delivered from a high hanging bag, usually non-stop despite my hollering to stop.

The initial moments of the enema were kinda interesting as the solution began to surge, yet it was not long before major discomfort began to set in. It was then I felt Mom shift one hand from rubbing my back to gently pressing it down to stop my squirming while the other held the rectal tube firmly in place to prevent any leakage. By then I was making so much noise whatever she said was lost as I hunkered down praying the ordeal would soon end. How things change...

Oh YES! From an early age I can remember being told, "for it to really work, you need to take it all!" As the bag deflated and the urgency set in and I would say it was too much I was told, "just a little more" which might have meant anything from a few ounces to half a bag.

I found a prescription in my mother's papers written when I was seven years old which specified a 'two pint soapsuds enema - one in the morning and again in the evening - followed up with a warm water rinse in each case. If you could not finish, the bag was refilled for a second attempt. I look back and think how big two pints looked in that big red bag to me!

After I turned 12, one of my aunts (I had three who were RN's) told my mother I should be getting a full-bag enema when I needed one since I was big for my age. To my mother this was like gospel passed down from the Vatican - she never questioned medical advice from doctors or nurses. So it became the standard until my enemas stopped in high school.

I was always reminded - every time - "you have to take it all for it to work!" Though I squirmed and complained it made no difference until the last bit made that unforgettable sucking sound as the bag emptied and she would almost always say, "see, good to the last drop!"

@Vicki_V That's the beauty of the double balloon nozzle... the recipient is going to hold it just as long as the administrator decides they are going to hold it!

pmoi,

You posted this comment a bit earlier, and I responded in agreement with some examples of my own experience with prior real Domme GFs or fantasy Dommes giving me enemas. I think I saw you post that you could get up to filing up to about 3.5-4 quarts with a DBC catheter inflated. My usual is 4 quarts and I took 5 just one time as an experiment which was huge but very enjoyable. I don't know if you're solo or have someone to enjoy enemas with, but you mentioned above about the administrator with the DBC in you being in total control of your holding time. I'm curious as to how long you've been made to hold a large enema with a DBC in by a partner giving you the enema. Have you ever exceeded that time from a partner but doing it to yourself?

Previously I'd had a few Switch (like me) Domme GF's or ex-wives give me ~3 quart DBC enemas a number of times which they made me hold for 2-3 hours during a sexual evening. Once or twice they decided to really push me and made me hold while sleeping overnight which probably ran 6-8 hours total. Fortunately I love taking enemas as her sub, so we both enjoyed them all. Just giving them to myself with a fantasy Domme, the longest I've ever had to hold my 4 quarts was a bit over an hour until an orgasm took over.

The rule as you mention elsewhere with my Dommes is always that I'm taking every drop of whatever she puts in the bag, Unless of course I'm not compliant enough, and then she may decide to fill it up again and push even more into me. Great enjoyment and orgasms, but sometimes it can be a real struggle to do as I'm instructed. But we both love it.

Eric

Of course mom and aunty always said take it all like a big girl. I DID and panted my way through the cramping. OH how lucky women are seems like everybody wants us to take it all. My first lover said take it all as my insides were stretched . I was told take it all please babe as I choked giving oral Yes I ALWAYS Took it all. Thanks mom and aunty I can take it all now

I was always sent the vibe, even when it was unspoken, that doing nothing was not an option.

An oral laxative or sequence of different oral laxatives was, but I almost always chose the enema.

I don't ever remember being told I had to take it all although I do love to GIVE it all!

“You need to take it all” has always been my instructions, from mom, an enemate or my own self talk. Having the two liter bag should be no problem for an adult if using the three position fill. Left side, on back or belly down, right side positions for ⅓ each position. There is less chance of cramps also. Enjoy a nice enema.

Don't recall being told to take more. Instead, I do remember being told “don't defy me”, and “can you feel it going in?” - to which I foolish said “no” at which point the bag was raised higher, and I then thought to myself why did I ever answer “no” 😕

Mom would fill the enema bag when she was going to give me enemas. I could stop and expel when I felt full, however, I did have to take all the water in the bag. Sometimes it took three or more times to take a full bag.

I really don't recall that instruction at all but when you are across mom's lap and that nozzle is up your butt you are not in control. I do remember being told that I had to take more in order for it to work and that overall I probably did take everything that was in the bag. It was always a relief to hear the clamp click shut, a bigger relief when being allowed to move to the toilet, and then that absolutely HUGE relief of expelling.

With my ex I knew I had to take all the water and hold it however long she wanted me to. If I couldn't, that meant a trip over her knees for the bathbrush

I don’t recall my Mom telling me I had to take it all. But she would never let me look at the bag. So I’m not sure if I took it all every time or not. When my wife is giving me an enema, she will tell me that I need to take it all like a good boy or she may tell me that she has to give it all to me because I need to be cleaned out good. Then she she usually tells me to hold it so the enema does it’s job.

When I was a kid my Mom always made me take it all. She squeezed my buttocks together to make sure none of the soapy water leaked out and then continued squeezing them after she removed the nozzle, forcing me to hold the enema in for 5 minutes (occasionally 10 minutes if it was a second enema after the first one didn't clean me out to her satisfaction). When I got cramps she just told me to take slow deep breaths through my mouth until the cramps went away.

My mother always expected me to take it all which I did. The amount of the enema volume was gradually increased as I got older until I could handle the full 2+ quarts size bag. Denise

My mother always expected me to take it all which I did. The amount of the enema volume was gradually increased as I got older until I could handle the full 2+ quarts size bag. Denise

In a similar fashion I was always encouraged to take more if I began to say I felt too full.

My mother in law did not order my wife to take it all, and my wife could say she had enough and go potty, but if she did it too early her mother would refill the bag and give another enema. So there was some incentive in accepting just a little more.

My mother always encouraged me to “take it all” telling me that it was necessary in order for the enema to “work”. She also told me if I couldn't take it all that she would have to give me another enema later, which often times did happen.😢

Like @Denise said The amount of the enema volume was gradually increased as I got older until I could handle the full 2+ quarts size bag, my mother started me on what I'm guessing, was well under a quart when I got mt first bag enema around 5 or 6 years old. It seemed as though it was a “right of passage”, as I got older, the volume increased accordingly. It was probably around 10 or 11 that I was struggling to hold the full 2 quart bag contents. And just like when I was younger and the volume was less, the same rule applied,,,,,if I didn't take the whole bag, I got another one later. It was obvious that my mother believed that the volume of soapy water she had prepared was what was needed !!!!!!

I was made to take it all. If for some reason I could not initially take the amount in the bag, I would have to take the remaining amount after I expelled. Depending on the volume remaining in the bag, additional water was added if mom thought the was too small.

Not those exact words, but mom would always say something like “just a little more” or “we're almost done” when I complained of being filled. I can almost feel her fingertips against my anus as she pushed the nozzle in to the hilt and held it firmly in place as I struggled to hold the water in. According to her, a “good” enema required a measurable level of discomfort. Having to drain the last drop out of the bag was a favorite scenario in my mind when I discovered masturbation during self-administered enemas.

As a constipation prone 9--12 year old..('59--'62+) there was no discussion on the amount/volume.The Dr. “ordered” (volume) I was to get was 32 ozs.@ age 9-10 and 40 ozs.@ age 11--12. The inflow continued until the enema bag went empty …

I suppose that the question "you must take it all?" will not only concern enemas but laxatives (for example castor oil) too.

I was always told that I needed to take it all. It first started around when I was 4-5 over Mom's lap, and getting a 4 oz. bulb. I remember seeing the Tupperware bowl filled with Ivory and the bulb waiting as she sat on the closed toilet seat waiting for me to strip naked and “climb over".

One. Wasn't so bad. Two, a little need to go. 3 and “ I needed to go ”, as her rubbing my neck and back turned to holding my backsides down, as 4, 5, ?? went in with me squirming. When it got to this point, I remember her saying that I needed to * take it all " and hold it for a / her predetermined time.

Got a bag later, ( about 7 years old ) as it hung high on the towel bar over the toilet. Basically the same OTL and nakedness, but more volume. Seeing a ½ full red enema bag waiting for me upset me, as I knew that she would say that I needed to take it all.

By then and even though I verbally protested, I really learned to like them, as my expelling them felt really good after getting one. Mom would be cleaning up the equipment in the sink, as I was bent over releasing rushes of water, farts, and plopping of turds into the toilet. If “ my ” results weren't up to par, ( she checked ) I got either more bulbs or more of the bag.

Never put the 2 and 2 together until later with my penis getting hard, when having to strip naked for an enema and getting one.

Got these up to Freshman HS and they just stopped.