As I said in my other posts, I’ve just rediscovered enemas. I’m buying new equipment and experimenting.
Going back to my childhood days, I have one nozzle that I remember well.
My enemas always were given with clear plastic bags, and the smaller bags I remember from as long as I remember getting enemas, I am sure I was getting them from infancy, no first enema memories, they were just a part of my life.
So those first bags, as much as I can remember did not have a separate nozzle. But when I was switched to the bigger bag there were nozzles that had a larger end and holes in the side, but there were also long hoses.
Mom always used the nozzle on me, but her boyfriend often used the hose. The hose was red, I think, and it would take him quite a while to work it in to me. Having done some reading, I think what he was doing was working to get it out of my rectum, because thinking of the feelings I would get it was all about keeping it from coiling up.
There would be times where it would get just so far and stop, and others, I loved them, where I could feel it move across.
I’m digging way back into my memories, and thinking about the sensations. There were usually multiple enemas, it was rare when it was just one. He always called it an “enema with the long hose.” Mom got them, too, I remember watching and even helping get the hose in.
It was always who will give who the enema, so yes, I got to help give them to both of them.