“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
It can be messy, takes a long time, feels weird. Which makes it all the more titillating when I dawns on me that, "Oh, I really *want* these sensations."
I go through a process from entertaining the idea, to donning my ritual enema-receiving outfit, setting up the equipment, filling the bag and finally, taking the plunge. I'm not a victim. It's me stepping into this strange world.
In my domination fantasies (or rather submission fantasies) my dom is asking me if I want to consent, if I want to give up my power and subject myself to whatever it is. An electric feeling surges through me as I realize, yes this is what I want, yes I crave to have my senses dominated, played from the outside. I imagine it goes back to sensations of early infancy when we didn't have agency, when we experienced whatever our caregivers chose for us. At that time, our only agency was to coo or cry. Some of us may have learned not to cry, or cried and had to surrender anyway.
Whether enemas or whatever external domination, they touch a primal part of ourselves that I experience as a kind of loneliness or hunger that is deeply gratified. Hence the added thrill of thanking the dom for the enforced discomfort, chosen as a path to pleasure.
And I'll add that I still await the day (maybe lacking the courage or agency to ask/pay for services) that some virile female says to me, "Sure, I'm ready to dominate you. I would enjoy doing that."