Enema positions and emotions they create

Growing up across my Moms lap. I would love to have one like that!!!! Doing it solo on my back legs drawn back these days.

For me enemas are simply an erotic delight. I have a setup with a colonic speculum, a siliconenozzles enhancer over it to really lock it in place and a ball valve hooked to a drain hose. So I can lie very comfortably on a massage table on my back with my legs elevated and spread wide apart on leg supports. I will usually fill two 4 gallon bags and hang them on an IV pole, each bag having its own fill valve. Ideally I have an Eplaymate or Enurse, but more often it is a solo endeavor. I will take between 2 and 2.5 quarts of saline or sometimes coffee. Then I just lie there setting a timer for 30 minutes once I've taken 2 quarts. Someone here described their enema sessions as their private time to bask in the sensations. That works well for me too. Also I'll play with a vibrator and ureteral sounds and just being with the excitement and pain of the enema, perhaps meditating. Once the half hour has passed, I'll open the bag and let the rest of the contents flow into me or as much as I can manage. I hold it for as long as I can, which isn't very long at all. Then just open the drain valve and let it flow out into a waiting container.

It takes a surprising amount of time to empty. I usually rest for a bit, then open the valve to the second bag and start the procedure all over again. This is especially exciting if a good ass paddling has proceeded the enema.

I feel most comfortable lying on my left side when I am going solo or my husband is giving me an enema. He says that I‘m chatty during the enema and communicate better how I’m feeling so he knows when to stop and start the flow again.

If I’m having a lot of cramping, I will sometimes get into a knee-chest position. He tells me that I get quiet and don’t talk so much. I still feel vulnerable in that position, even though it relieves the cramping and I can get the enema solution higher up. I never liked for my body being “on exhibit“ during an enema, even with my husband.

My favorite position is lying on my back. Probably because of the memories.

These days my favorite position is on my back, legs spread with feet elevated, but the first time I got into that position was when I was 40 years old and was visiting my mother in-law at her home. She and her best friend, both former RN's, were sitting around the kitchen table when I joined them. They offered me lunch, but I declined, saying I didn't feel hungry because I felt a little constipated. My mother in law asked if maybe she needed to give me an enema to make me feel better. Even though I had secretly wished she'd give me an enema some day, I resisted, saying that was a lot of trouble for both of them to go through and I wasn't sure I needed an enema; however, I gave in after they convinced me it was no trouble and having been RN's, they were used to giving patients enemas. As they left for the bedroom, they whispered something to each other then told me to wait in the living room while they went to prepare the enema. They seemed to be as excited as I was about what was going to happen.

After ten minutes or so, they invited me into the bedroom. They had stripped all the bedding off the bed and replaced the blanket and linen sheets with a large rubber sheet and several soft towels. Hanging on an IV pole next to the bed was the biggest open top red enema bag I had ever seen, filled to the brim with soap suds oozing out of the top, but at the end of the hose, instead of a normal enema nozzle, was a long red rubber tube. When they saw the concerned look on my face, they explained they were going to give me a high cleansing enema to make sure I was completely cleaned out and not to worry. Soon, the sight of this huge bag and familiar aroma of the ivory soap gave me an erection, but knew I would be able to hide it if I laid face down on my stomach. I removed all my clothes except my underpants and laid face down on the bed. My mother in-law said it's time to begin, and told me to roll over onto my back. She looked into my eyes, smiled, and quickly pulled my underpants off. When they both saw my erection they remarked “look at him!” I was so embarrassed, but they told me not to be ashamed because many men get erections when they have enemas. The embarrassment continued when they spread my legs and lifted and held my feet over my head, giving them a clear path to my anus. Soon I felt a gloved finger apply KY to my bottom, telling me to try to relax as one, then two fingers slipped into me. After exploring my rectum with her fingers for several minutes, my mother in-law said I didn't seem to be very constipated and that all 30 inches of the colon tube should go all the way in with no problem. They spent the next 30 minutes giving me the most invasive enema I had ever had, massaging my swelling abdomen counterclockwise, forcing the enema deep into my entire colon. I was surprised at how little discomfort there was; this enema felt really good! Precum oozed out of my penis, but fortunately I did not ejaculate (that would have really been embarrassing!)

The final embarrassment happened when the enema was finished and they led me to the toilet, had me sit backwards on the toilet seat, and expel the enema while one of them reached around and massaged my abdomen clockwise, forcing out the dirty, lumpy combination of waste from my colon.

This continues to be my favorite position whenever I have a willing partner to help and I need to have a high enema!