Enema Mishaps

I guess I've led a charmed life in this department. I've done enemas off and on since around 1967, and never had a major catastrophe.

A year or so ago I had the plastic hook on my two quart break and send the bag crashing. Since it is a closed bag there was no tidal wave. The hose did pull off the adapter and a little water came out, but most of that went into the waste basket. Now I use a heavy copper S type hook.

As I have stated in earlier posts - if the top tab breaks sending the bag or bottle down onto you, the floor, or whatever, there is really no reason for you to throw the item away. You can easily keep the water flowing by doing a simple fix. Go to you local Lowe's or Home Depot. Go to the hinge section and purchase a small hinge about 1 and 1/2 inch one. Now go to the small screw/nut section and buy a bag of small 1/4 inch length screws with bolts, the size that will fit through the holes in the hinge. When you get home align the hinge onto the broken tab, mark the hole locations, take an ice pick or small nail and puncher the rubber. Re-align the hinge. Now push bolt one through the newly made hole and attach nut onto the bolt. Tighten. Do the same thing with the other hinge hole and Wa-Lah you have saved a very good piece of equipment and I doubt it will ever fail you again and you will have many happy injections to follow. Good luck....

Miker, that is a very good suggestion for bags where the hole rips out. I've never had that happen to me, but I have avoided buying bags where the hole had no grommet or looked weak.

That is why I love all of my klystra enema bags. The rubber is thick, and the hanger tab thicker. And I've purchased several vintage Davol and Faultless enema bags from ebay. They were made when enema bags that you could purchase at the pharmacy were quality made. I have said many times for anyone who can afford a klystra bag, please invest in one because you will enjoy it for many years to come!!!

I cannot count the number of times I've filled a bag and hung it just to have the cheap plastic hook fail! However, one of the worst messes ever happened when I had just finished taking my first bag of soapy water and was holding it walking to the toilet. I used a green flexi barium style nozzle, and still had it in me, with my lady holding the bag as I walked. Fortunately, she had tile floors, because the hose slipped off the nozzle. Although the enema was mostly for fun, I WAS quite constipated, so a stream of brown soapy water and some solids squirted out, all over her legs and the floor. She quickly pulled my nozzle, but several smelly ounces had escaped. She cleaned up the floor as I released, then we showered together.Then, she gave me soapy enemas til clear and two full bags of salt and soda one on top of the other and we made good use of the erection caused by four qts. We still stay in touch, and laugh about that evening so long ago.

This was actually during an S & M scene we did about ten years ago.

A year or two after a particularly severe scene I subjected my husband to over the President's Week vacation when our daughters were at their friend's house for a sleep-over, my husband had a chance to give me a couple of enemas while I was restrained. Part of the scene required that I had to be extremely quiet because this time the girls were home, and the only excuse we could give for not answering a knock on our bedroom door would be that we were having sex at the moment.

The first thing he did was bend me over his knee and insert a 750 cc double balloon rectal catheter and pump it up. Then he put on leather wrist cuffs and took a rope and tied my bound wrists to a hook we have in the bathroom ceiling, which prevented me from walking or bending over. To make matters worse, he applied some tight nipple clamps with about 4 ounces of weight on each one, which isn't a lot, but it ensures you're paying attention. Then he started the enema. He let about 2 to 2 1/2 quarts flow into me while I was standing there. I really felt my belly get tight and had a lot of pressure down on my rectum. He forced me to quietly stand there and hold it for about twenty minutes to make sure everything got loosened up inside my colon, after which he let me expel it. When that was over, I discovered I was in for more. He brought out a plastic drop cloth (we always keep several around the house for potentially messy scenes) and laid it out over the bathroom floor, and had me lie down on it. Instead of using a double balloon rectal catheter, he took a 48 Fr colon tube which he inserted about 18-20 inches. I could tell the tube made it into my transverse colon because I could feel it with my hands under my ribcage. He duct-taped the tube to my inner thigh to keep it in place, stood me up and re-tied me to the hook in the ceiling. This time I got two quarts but now I had to hold it in myself while the colon tube remained inserted. Needless to say, I was not pleased with this prospect since I knew that cleaning any leakage would be my responsibility. The nipple clamps were beginning to hurt and he threatened to put a bunch of clothespins down my inner thighs if I complained any more, which after not too long, I did. Well, holding the enema with my stomach churning and having the clothespins and nipple clamps proved too much for me, and I had an accident. Not a big accident, but I was a mess and it was a good thing the drop cloth was there. Any enema accident is more than I ever want to deal with. He made me stand there, soiled down my legs and standing in a puddle of brown fecal water for about ten more minutes until I was released and allowed to go to the toilet and shower. That was a messy night for me.

The rotten bastard (I do love him) said he was glad he was able to "make me experience the mess" because of the time a year or so before, when I had him tied up in bed after an enema, and he said he had to "go". I told him it was probably just gas since the enema wasn't very large and it was over two hours earlier and that he should just fart it out. Well, it wasn't just gas, and it had a lot of mucusy secretions from the concentrated glycerine and water enema I had given him, and I made him wait for me to come clean him up--I didn't let him get up to do it himself. After he was cleaned up, I spanked him for making a mess. This time I got my comeuppance. I guess all's fair in love and S&M!

@SwitchableSusie

I guess all's fair in love and S&M!

This was awesome! 😃

@SwitchableSusie

He duct-taped the tube to my inner thigh to keep it in place, stood me up and re-tied me to the hook in the ceiling.

Just what is it with men and duct tape?

I loved reading this and I can just see it happening. This was really good @SwitchableSusie. 😃

Duct tape is THE all-around tape. Actually, 3" wide Gorilla tape is AMAZINGLY strong and better than duct tape by a wide margin.

But wouldn't that be too rough on your thigh?

Had just purchased a brand new bulb syringe prior to my most recent whoopsie. The bulb's nozzle wasn't completely seated before, well, seating it. I tried to squeeze in a bulb full of glycerin, and while just enough went almost into me to make a mess, the rest of it gushed out onto the bed, through the towel and everything. I didn't realize how badly plain glycerin could stain dark sheets.

But wouldn't that be too rough on your thigh?

Hey! This is serious business.

If a few layers of cells get ripped off, that's how it goes.

Really, it isn't bad. My legs are hairless and pulling hair is what hurts more.

Actually I have had two enema mishaps. Both happened in hotels while on business trips.

Number 1 and worst. I was staying at an older hotel in NYC- I think it was the Roosevelt Hotel and the bathroom was vintage to put it nicely- claw foot tube and funky external plumbing pipes that served the tub. Anyway I wanted to do a tub enema- fill and expel in the tub. Well the tub did not drain and it was a mess which took a while to clean with toilet paper- SON OF A BITCH.

Number 2. I was in a high rise hotel not sure which city but was in another tub enema scenario and filling expelling for over an hour. Hot shower steaming and to my amazement it set the fire alarm off in my room. Now in full enema mode I had visions of hotel management storming up to my room- me naked and enema equipment, sex toys all on display- no time to put things away. Well the alarm stopped after about a minute and nobody was at my door. Wheeeeeeew but my enema session came to an unsatisfactory end.

I've been through many different enema mishaps, though fortunately most involved the enema when it was clean water and none involved carpet or bedding.

Shortly after I started I had my makeshift siphon setup fall off the counter (which did involve some of the enema solution coming back out, but it stayed in the container). That's one reason why I'm a bit unsure about enema buckets/cans.

After that I decided that I liked the efficacy of enemas but not the bother of a makeshift setup, so I bought a 4 quart open-top silicone bag. Then the fun really began.

In the first month I managed to drop the bag while going to hang it up. Water all over the bathroom. Then I had an experience when I had hung up the bag, lay on the floor, but then needed to get up before the enema. Yep, I sat up right into the hanging enema bag and dumped it all over me in a nice warm soapy shower.

Then I had a couple of times when I forgot to double check the clamp, including one where the "butt end" of the hose was conveniently placed in my shoe. Those were especially fun because you sometimes don't get a clue that something is wrong until there's a noticeable amount of solution on the floor. I did notice very quickly the time the hose was in my shoe 😉 .

I have had a couple of times when the nozzle/rectal tube/catheter came loose, including one time when it was a balloon nozzle that had been snugly inflated and was holding back about a half quart of one of the more potent enema solutions. Before I noticed something was amiss most of that along with somewhere between a cup and a pint of "clean" solution had gone all over the bathroom floor. That was by far the messiest mistake, though fortunately the enema hadn't been inside long enough to where much in the way of fecal material came out with it.

I now check everything multiple times, and haven't had a mishap in about 6 months.

Recently I had the enema prepared and myself in a comfortable position. The closed top bag was hanging just above me. As I lubed the nozzle, I felt water dripping on me but finished the bag. I tried teflon tape on the threaded part of the fitting but it still leaked. Water must be leaking past the threaded insert that is fixed to the neck of the bag. Tried a cable tie which didn't stop the leak. So now my enemas get water in me and on me.

Ms Lila said Just what is it with men and duct tape?

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SwitchableSusie said Duct tape is THE all-around tape. Actually, 3" wide Gorilla tape is AMAZINGLY strong and better than duct tape by a wide margin.

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Dahiana said or asked, But wouldn't that be too rough on your thigh?

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SwitchableSusie said or declared, Hey! This is serious business.

If a few layers of cells get ripped off, that's how it goes.

Really, it isn't bad. My legs are hairless and pulling hair is what hurts more.

NONE of you women are going to ever get near my hairy nut sack with Gorilla tape! Nope.

Also, this Saturday I was doing my second two quart enema when I decided to try to take another two quart enema right on top of that one. I wanted to see if I could get four quarts in me. I hung the enema bag at the top of the door and got down on the floor. I was about half way through that follow-on enema when I changed positions from my left side to the elbows and knees position. Evidently I had a little too much back pressure and shot the nozzle right out of my ass.

I'm glad it was a tile floor.

It needed mopping anyway.

Recently I had the enema prepared and myself in a comfortable position. The closed top bag was hanging just above me. As I lubed the nozzle, I felt water dripping on me but finished the bag. I tried teflon tape on the threaded part of the fitting but it still leaked. Water must be leaking past the threaded insert that is fixed to the neck of the bag. Tried a cable tie which didn't stop the leak. So now my enemas get water in me and on me.

Someone told me to avoid threaded fittings for this very reason. I have barbed on mine, and never have had a problem with leaks as long as I push the tube on enough. If you don't push the tube on to the second barb it can work its way off - I know this for a fact.

SwitchableSusie said, "The rotten bastard (I do love him) said he was glad he was able to "make me experience the mess" because of the time a year or so before, when I had him tied up in bed after an enema, and he said he had to "go".

So, how did you get him back later? From what I've read of your posts, SwitchableSusie, I don't think your "rotten bastard" husband that you really do love, didn't experience some sort of payback.

I'm just guessing here. You seem pretty ornery.

In a good way.

I often call my husband, "that bastard" in fun and I have done that in prior posts. We love each other. It's no different from a group of black guys calling themselves niggers. He takes wonderful care of us. I am certain the "payback" was all in fun. If he really wanted payback, he could have done MUCH worse to me than making me leak shitty enema water down my legs. When I leaked, I had a cringing "oh, no" smile on my face. We trust each other implicitly and as I have described in previous posts, when we do inescapable bondage scenes, if we wanted to, the top/dominant could kill the submissive partner. That's how much we trust each other. Consider when we did the full metal jacket scenes, aside from the fact that I had two friends help me (witnesses/accessories to the crime), we could have done horrific things to my husband, but he trusted us not to. I could have collected on his life insurance!

So, considering that, shitty water running down my legs onto a poly drop cloth is nothing. We would never knowingly plan to hurt each other. There are rare occasions where a knot slips or pain starts after a period of restraint that is unexpected and we correct those right away.

SwitchableSusie declared, "I often call my husband, "that bastard" in fun and I have done that in prior posts. We love each other."

Lady, there is NO doubt in my mind that you love your husband dearly. None. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

You love the guy. That's pure class.

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It’s part of what you accept of this is something you enjoy. Accidents happen and embarassing but then for some embarassment is arousing. However leaking perhaps inevitable is not something that you could nsciously do. Sometimes you just can5 hold it in

I remember having a pink bag that burst. It was full to the top and I remember all of a sudden it started stretching and getting lighter in color until it burst. We were in the tub. Had a few eyelets break as well. Two of which have been repaired with guess....duct tape. The girlfriend who started me doing enemas did it. We were up at mom and dads staying in the guest house. the eyelet came apart. It's sort of a small town so if you go any buy anything everyone will know your business before you get home. As I have mentioned before my parents own a boat dock with rental boats and a bait shop. I was the tomboy who was always helping my Daddy. My sister was Miss Priss but she was the one always getting hurt. Anyway so the girlfriend and I were out of a boat and a gas hose started leaking. Well looking around there was no way to repair it out where we were. If we were back at the docks I could have repaired it with a clamp and insert or something. All we could find was a roll of duct tape that had been used for a temporary fix on a torn seat. So I used it on the gas line. My girlfriend smiled and said we need this when we get back. All I can say is that it was an ugly repair but worked perfect. I still have those two bags. No clue why I have kept them but they are still usable.

I remember not to long ago having the plastic hanging hook break , bag fell and flooded all over.

I had the house to myself, but by the time I got it all cleaned up I did not have time left to sneak a quicky enema. I was soooooo disappointed.

It's been a while since my last "enema mishap" but it was one for the ages!

The first indication it was going to be a bad day was when the metal grommet on my amber latex bag (remember those?) came apart. Instead of being deterred, I pressed ahead with a quickie repair that would ultimately have profound consequences. My first enema, one of plain tap water, was uneventful and my bag repair job was holding. Although I noticed the toilet acting strangely and making weird sounds, I thought it was nothing more than a water pressure issue and would resolve itself.

The second enema was when disaster struck. As I got into position to take my enema, the temporary fix to my bag failed and dumped two quarts of warm soapy water all over me and the bathroom floor. Water cascaded out the bathroom door onto the carpet in my bedroom. As I scrambled to get on my feet I slipped on the soapy floor and bumped my head into the bathroom vanity which resulted in a nasty head wound that bled like crazy.

Looking at the mess I had made, I simply broke out laughing! Here I was, naked, soaking wet, hair matted with blood and an enema nozzle still firmly planted in my rear. To say this was a mishap is akin to saying the Titanic took on a little water! Oh, and the toilet? The flush valve failed later that morning, dumping another load of water on the bathroom floor!

It just wasn't my day!

Deb

Debgurl, if it weren't for bad luck, you'd have no luck at all! At least you could laugh at it.

Hugs,

Jimmy T

Debgurl, if it weren't for bad luck, you'd have no luck at all! At least you could laugh at it.

@jimmyt44, I am known for my wicked sense of humor and in the case of the particular incident I wrote about, it was a darn good thing! I can still see me in my tiny apartment bathroom sopping wet, bleeding and laughing myself silly. It was a sight to behold!

Deb

Debgurl, God Bless you! I pray your head wound heals fast.

E Hugs and blessings upon you.

Jimmy T

I had one not that long ago, where the enema was all in and the bag was flat I closed the valve

and went through the early retention sequence. Next thing I knew the nozzle had managed to pop completely off the hose The enema fluid was squirting out, I Reached fr it and tried to pull the nozzle out. It went in deeper!!!! The leak stopped,but I had to wait until expulsion And fish it out of the toilet

Lucky you did not need it extracted at the hospital.

With that much bisacodyl in me, my intestine was going to expel any solids