What is the most uncomfortable enema you have ever had?

Very nice enema recipe, but I'm a bit scared of your warning...

Mine was some years ago, when I was home alone for two weeks while my husband and kids were on vacation together, giving me a break from family life. I challenged myself to get as constipated as possible so that I could take the most extreme enema ever. Having succeeded in not defecating for, if I recall correctly, 5 ½ days, toward the end of which I took lots of Metamucil for extra backed up bulk, I gained something like 8 pounds, was very bloated and uncomfortable, and becoming nauseated so I couldn’t eat anymore, I was very cranky and could barely work, but fortunately by then it was Friday evening. Saturday morning I woke up with painful cramping in my bowels. Then I took out our 6 quart daval bag which I filled with the classic 3-2-1 mixture, 3 quarts water, 2 quarts Epson salts, and one quart of glycerin, and connected it to one of those inflatable giant black balloon flow-through butt plug nozzles. I took all this out to the back yard, hung the bag up high from a branch, got into a position where I could insert the nozzle, then pumped it full was 60 squeezes, which hurt like hell, and, of course, tricked my body into giving me a phantom sensation that I would uncontrollably expel, even though I was actually sealed too tightly for anything to come out. Then I lay on my back so that I could see the bag empty, pulled my knees to my chest to maximize that feeling of urgency to go, grabbing, as soon as I opened the clamp, my ankles with my hands to force myself to stay in that position. I breathed deeply the whole time, something I’d never before had to do while taking an enema, and I was in agony from the beginning. By the end of the first minute I was no longer able to maintain that position, let go of my ankles, and lay flat on my back. Within a few minutes I was in unbearable pain and clamped the bag shut, having only taken less than a half of it. I hurt so badly I couldn’t move, not even to get up and relieve myself, and although I’m a woman with great fortitude, then I was crying and unable to endure any longer so I released the nozzle which in a moment deflated enough that my body could force it out and I exploded copiously all over the ground! For a long time I was still in too much pain to get up even though I had my own excrement running down my legs. Eventually I had to get up and I hose myself down very well, went inside dripping to fetch soap, towels, and wash cloths, and returned to the yard to wash the sticky glycerin off of me and then proceeded to bury my horrible mess. I still felt bloated and my gut was cramping, I suppose from a mixture of my constipation and the residue of the 3-2-1 enema still inside me. Through the course of that day I took a good half-dozen cleansing enemas until I was clear. I’ll never do that again, and please, none of you try it either!

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The only one uncomfortable I remember was the 4-quart enema. I usually do 1-3 enemas in a session each consisting of 1-2 quarts. But this time I felt quite empty so I figured it would be the best time to try a high volume fill. After filling our 4-qt bag, I laid on my back and started the flow of plain water. Everything was going well until the 3 quart point. Cramping became bad and at the 4 quart point, I was sweating and could barely hold it in. I barely made it to the toilet and the expulsion was long and uncomfortable. Won't do that again...

My sisters and I were given small m and m enemas growing up, at first four ounces with a white bulb syringe. Later mom bought a six ounce syringe and, by our teens we had graduated to an eight oz. bulb syringe. We would lie on our left side and, after living our anus and the nozzle with Vaseline, mom or my oldest sister would slightly insert the nozzle and slowly squeeze the bulb injecting the enema. We usually did not start to feel anything until about 20 minutes after the syringing. We had to retain the enema for thirty minutes. At first, mom would press a washcloth against the anus to help us retain it before expelling into a bedpan, but later mom got a double balloon nozzle from her friend and we would still straddle the toilet facing the wall as mom deflated the balloons and the uncontrollable gush of enema, gas and shit would start. During the final ten minutes of forced retention, our cramps would increase as the rectum filled with gas, then temporarily go away as the gas moved up the colon making a noticeable giggling sound that everyone heard. While we expelled the enema, mom or sis prepared a warm, soapy enema which we were given lying on our backs with a thick pillow under our hips and a long colon tube slowly inserted into us. We could watch the soapy enema slowly exit the clear fountain syringe and fill up our tummies. This enema filled our colon cleansing it of the m and m enema. It was also crampy but I enjoyed the insertion and removal of the colon tube and would usually get an erection. We would retain this enema until the cramps got too uncomfortable, often masturbating while we held it in. This enema would be expelled quickly and would always be followed by a tepid salty rinse enema. During our teen years, we received a pint Mayo enema which we only had to retain for fifteen to twenty minutes.

My first ever soap enema is probably up there. I’ve done M&M before and that was tough but I sort of expected it so it didn’t feel as rough overall.

The first soap enema I took I totally overdid it with the soap, graying 3/4 of a bar into hot water to dissolve it and then adding it to 3 litres of water. I took it using a double balloon nozzle with the clamp fully open whilst lying on my back. It went in very quickly but the cramps started almost immediately. I could barely breathe due to the deep intensity of them and I had to expel quickly. I managed to crawl from my position to sit on the toilet and released the nozzle and immediately a load was expelled but unlike normal I felt no better at all. I quickly started to feel nauseous and was dry wretching repeatedly, followed by continuing cramps literally doubling me up, all whilst I was desperately trying to expel as much as possible. I was sweating buckets and cursing myself for my foolishness. This lasted at least half an hour and I was getting desperate. I managed to set up a salt water enema with a regular douche nozzle and started to try and use it as a rinse in the desperate hope of easing my suffering. I could barely take any in due to the cramps but eventually got a number I’d reasonable rinses in and expelled and did start to feel better.

This was really intense and I’ve not been anywhere as stupid with soap concentrations since but the mad klismo masochist in me still looks back on this with a bizarre fondness!

The most extreme enemas I ever had were the m and m ones from the malenurse I visited for my enema sessions. He would have me naked on the exam table on my back. He would place ankle cuff on my legs and pull them up and spread them apart. Thenozzle that was used was shaped like a pear and it had a hole in it.. to hold the nozzle in me a harness was used to secure the nozzle . The harness was made of leather it had a waist belt and a strap that was pulled up between my legs that hat held in the nozzle. Once it was secured to the waist belt . On matter how much I tried to puss out the nozzle it was in there to stay. Until. I was released . My screams were muffled by the gag that was pushed in to my mouth and held in place with a head harness . All that cramping and pressure on my prostrate would result in a good release. Another in tense enema I received was the med play barium enemas . Since the nurse was working in the hospital x ray dept he had access to barium and othe medical devices this was the 70no bar codes on any thing so he's was able to take things . If I schedule a barium enema session I would schedule to be away for a week. A little erotic vacation . I would spend four days at he erotic clinic Being prep for the barium enema . The prep included a series of enemas over a period of two day before the barium enema . They would start cleaning me out first with a few very strong suppositories . Once they were done the enemas would start. At first the enemas were small one liter and given at one hour for the first day . Day two brought larger enemas and colon tubes of different lengths to reach deeper . By the time I was ready for the main event I had 18 enemas over a three day period. I was now prep.

I don't do them but I have given Milk and Molasses as well as Glycerin and Epsom and they are both very hard to hold. The M&M needs a rinse or the gas afterwards is very bad. My understanding is the molasses feeds the bacteria which then tunnels into the hardened mass giving relief. Not a fun one for sure.

10% glycerin. 5% was very pleasant and interesting with a lot of grumbling and very mild cramping, but the 10% solution was so irritating to my colon and rectum that I couldn't get it out fast enough. I went back to 5-8%.

Eric

Hands down it was a Magic Bullet suppo dissolved in about a pint of warm water. I'd had several already that session and took the 24in colon tube pretty easily in the shoulders down ass up position. My partner connected the syringe and pushed that stuff in and pulled the tube out. It felt like my entire colon was going to turn inside out.

I can't remember who said this to me, but bisacodyl (especially either large doses or on already clean colon) was described as "butt dry heaves" and it is very apposite.

About the third enema I got from my mother's friend, it was 2.5 liters. She led me to the bathroom and I knew what was coming, as she told my to take my pants and my shirt off. She then told me to get down on my knees and elbows and push my butt out and up as far as I could. Next, she yanked my boxers off. The next thing a felt was a large blob of vaseline being smeared all in my crack. Then she slid the nozzle in and told me she was going to start the flow. About 1/3 of the way through, her daughter walked in! Her mom scolded her but she saw my white ass shining right at her. About 2/3 of the way through, I started getting cramps. I was begging her to stop it, and damn near in tears. She patted my bottom then rubbed my stomach, with her wrist brushing against my rock hard cock a few times. After I had finally taken it all, she led me to the bedroom that connected to the bathroom and laid out a towel. She then asked me to lay back on it, pulled my knees up to my chest, and she held my cheeks together for 10 minutes!!! What a sigh of relief when I was done.

The worst and most uncomfortable enema I ever had was while we were at the beach with our family until I discovered MiraLax, I was the world’s worst traveler. We had been at the beach about 3 days and I was not doing well, we needed supplies from the grocery so off I went. Picking up pop, beer, snacks, you know the routine, I went down the drug aisle and picked up a Fleet enema.

Got back and everybody helped me carry me carry the supplies in then headed off to the pool and ocean. Alone I used that Fleet and was left with the most miserable feeling I ever had in my life, just sat on the balcony the rest of the day and said never again.

Emphasize 100% @Tillie. Hate "them" Fleets and their little generics (store brands) too.

@Tillie. I heard fleets were not good. I have occasionally bought them but always poured the solution out and just refilled with water. Never took a real fleet. Sometimes a liquid glycerin suppository works well followed by a ‘water’ fleet when traveling.

I met an enema nurse in N.VA who was insisting that I endure 3 two quart bags. The 1st was warm water, not so bad. The second was Dr Bronners, very uncomfortable and she made me hold it for 15 minutes. The last was a cold water rinse. I think I was dealing with diverticulitis at the time so the pain was horrible.

I was working out of town and agreed to meet a guy who I had been emailing with for several months in that particular area. I hadn't had a bowel movement for a couple of days and normally I would have done a Fleet's enema or a suppository before meeting, but I didn't get a chance due to working long hours. He brought a new 2 quart bag and we started a soapsuds enema. Two quarts is close to my limit if I'm constipated, and it was hard to take very much at a time. He paused the water and restarted several times. After 10 minutes or so the soapsuds started to cause cramping and there was about a third of the bag left. We talked and I agreed to try and to take it all and I was able take the rest of it. After I got off the toilet we did another enema with plain water and it was much easier. I think being constipated along with being a little tense with the first time with a stranger made it very difficult.

Self administered. I wanted something intense, and I put a bar of Ivory soap in a blender, then combined it with water. I went with my usual high volume. A soap enema is fine - but this went well beyond that - WAAAAAAYYYYYYY too much soap and it really irritated.. It took quite a while until I was feeling remotely back to "normal".

Self administered. I wanted something intense, and I put a bar of Ivory soap in a blender, then combined it with water. I went with my usual high volume. A soap enema is fine - but this went well beyond that - WAAAAAAYYYYYYY too much soap and it really irritated.. It took quite a while until I was feeling remotely back to "normal".

You wound up giving yourself an entire bar of soap in one enema? How much total volume?

Eric

I'll direct you to what I wrote a couple of years ago about the 100% feed of glycerin into my rectum and then using my rectum as the mixing chamber after several hundred ml had coated my rectum and sigmoid colon. It wasn't the most efficient was to mix the water and glycerin and it took things a while to let me rinse it out. I didn't write about the few waves of nausea that I suffered through but they passed pretty quickly.

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I fixed an enema with dr bronzers and for som unknown reason I added about a cup of it to two quarts of water rather than a cap full. I was able to take half of the bag, then had severe cramps and became very sick with uncontroable puking. I thought a n er trip was coming but too sick to get there. After about three hours things settled down

To Claratemps,

OMG! I did this one time when I was a teen, I took a bar of Ivory soap and melted it in hot water over the stove then added it into my enema bag with warm water. Needed several rinses..

As a kid -

Age 8, got my first bag enema. I think I must have taken a full quart. My father didn't believe you could use too much soap. I had to be held down because I was fighting so badly. I felt like my insides were being torn apart. My dad usually used 1/3 cup of soap per quart. When I was older and moved up to 2 quarts I got 2/3. An insane amount. He usually used a different liquid bath soap every few months.

As an adult-

My first 3 quart enema. I was 30 at the time and my husband wanted to try a bigger enema with me. It wasn't super soapy but it was intense. I was crying and telling him I couldn't do it. He told me to relax and let it in. The pressure was so intense it made my head spin. He made me take it all and hold it a few minutes. I never wanted to do it again. Needless to say I did and now he's trying to work me up to 4 quarts but the pain is so much. Not sure I can ever do it.

As a kid -

Age 8, got my first bag enema. I think I must have taken a full quart. My father didn't believe you could use too much soap. I had to be held down because I was fighting so badly. I felt like my insides were being torn apart. My dad usually used 1/3 cup of soap per quart. When I was older and moved up to 2 quarts I got 2/3. An insane amount. He usually used a different liquid bath soap every few months.

As an adult-

My first 3 quart enema. I was 30 at the time and my husband wanted to try a bigger enema with me. It wasn't super soapy but it was intense. I was crying and telling him I couldn't do it. He told me to relax and let it in. The pressure was so intense it made my head spin. He made me take it all and hold it a few minutes. I never wanted to do it again. Needless to say I did and now he's trying to work me up to 4 quarts but the pain is so much. Not sure I can ever do it.

I'd be pretty concerned if you're still having that much pain, which is not supposed to be a feature of a normal enema. Maybe change to a more dilute solution or less volume or slower filling. If you're having abdominal pain with 3 quarts, he has no business trying to push you to take even larger volumes. Try a few smaller volumes like 1.5, 2, 2.5 quarts and find the largest volume you can hold without pain. If YOU want to try larger volumes than that, do it gradually, maybe a pint more at a time, and you might possibly be able to accept more comfortably. But eventually, you may hit a volume limited by pain that you shouldn't use.

Eric

At the age of 19...

I self punished myself! Epsom salt 40mg, soap 20gr and glycerine 100ml... only 1 quart but...

I administered in bathroom, knee chest. The cramps was so so bad that I vomit 2 times!

At the age of 19...

I self punished myself! Epsom salt 40mg, soap 20gr and glycerine 100ml... only 1 quart but...

I administered in bathroom, knee chest. The cramps was so so bad that I vomit 2 times!

@Mara90 That's definitely a punishment enema, bet you didn't do that again. 😮

That recipes, no never done it again...

When I give SSE, usually 2 QTS. maybe more I will use a lot of soap to give the colon a good cleaning.

But I will always give 2 2 qt. Warm clear water rinses. And if still having some cramping or discomfort more rinses later.

Both of these enemas weren't so uncomfortable while they were inside me, but they had terrible after effects.

One was using Palmolive green dishwashing soap more than twenty-five years ago. It left me with an extremely sore anus and the urge to push, long after I was completely empty. I never used that again.

One other time, also more than twenty-five years ago, I was out shopping on a Saturday morning a year or two after we were married and my husband was at work. While in the drug store on the checkout line, I saw all the tins of snuff and chewing tobacco. I thought it would be interesting to make a snuff solution enema to find out what people liked about snuff and chewing tobacco, only I would be using it in a solution up my butt, rather than sniffing it into my nose or chewing it. When I got home that Saturday afternoon, I used about a heaping teaspoon in 2 quarts of warm water and let it steep like tea.

I have never smoked anything in my life -- cigarettes or pot. I hate the smell, the mess and everything about it. The nicotine in the snuff gave me a bit of a buzz during the first couple of minutes, then I felt kind of drunk, then I got all sweaty. After that my ears started ringing and the icing on the cake was I got severe abdominal cramps and so nauseated, I thought I was going to throw up, but since I hadn't eaten in several hours, all I had were dry heaves. I managed to get on the toilet to expel it all and I ended up crawling into bed and sleeping it off for about three hours. Unfortunately, I did this enema on a Saturday afternoon when my husband wasn't home. When I was feeling as bad as I was, I was sorry that he wasn't there to be with me, or at least let me know that I would pull through after my period of suffering. Luckily, this was before we had children. That was another recipe I never did again.

I was a child of the 50's and I had two older brothers so I was the baby.

I had become very unruly and rude I believe it was on a Sunday because my mother was in the kitchen chatting and having coffee with my step dad. I don't know why I was out of sorts but I was. Yelling and screaming because I was being teased by my brothers and their friends. My mother came in from the kitchen saying that she has heard enough noise. She took me by the arm and started heading upstairs and I was pulling and squirming trying to get away from her grip. I was yelling, "No No Stop Stop I'm sorry No No " Mother lectured...."It's way to late for that young man. I know exactly what you need to get you to calm down. You are getting a bare bottom spanking followed by a punishment enema so you will behave better than you are right now." I kept yelling No Mommy No I'll be a good boy." I was like 12 years old and tears were on the verge of flowing.

We went into her bedroom and the closed the door. She went to her dresser and got her oval oak hair brush and put it on the night stand by her bed. She sat down and took me over her lap, picked up the brush and started smacking me over my jeans. { Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack.} She stopped after about ten hard spanks and stood me up and proceeded to take my pants and undies down and off, then the took my shirt and under shirt off and then I went back over her lap for another 15 hard smacks with the hairbrush on my naughty bare bottom. By that time I was Yelling No Please Stop, My Ass, Ow Ow it hurts it hurts." She helped me off her lap and put me on my tummy on her bed and warned me not to get up until she called me.

I was crying into her pillow while she was filling her enema bag with a quart of cold water. She put Vaseline on the nozzle and then told me to come into the bathroom. She hung the bag high on the shower curtain rod and had a chair next to the dangling hose. She took me over her lap spread my bright red tush and slid the nozzle into my rosebud hole and opened the clamp. The cold water came rushing into my rectum and bowels and gave me the worst cramps I have ever felt. I was balling but managed to stay still knowing I would be spanked again if I moved too much. The bag emptied and she kept me on her lap for about three minutes. The cramps were horrible and I said I was going to have an accident if I didn't get up and sit on the toilet. She finally let me up and I raced to the toilet and sat down. The cold water and what ever was in my tummy came splashing out into the bowel and I was crying and crying promising that I will be a good boy from now on because I never wanted a punishment like that again.