Remembering the scents: Rubber bags, soaps

I can still remember the odor of the rubber and Mom's Massengill (sp) douche. And the scent of ivory in the air. I could become intoxicated by such an aroma. To this day, those smell linger in my memory and they will till I no longer breathe

I love the smell and feel of a thick rubber enema bag!!!

There's something about the way the rubber enema bags smelled back when I was growing up. I guess it's because enema bags back then we're typically American made, and don't have that strong chemical smell like the Chinese bags of today. No, back then the rubber had a light, subtle scent, like a big bag of new rubber bands...or new shoes. The smell was best after the bag was filled with very warm water for a while, and had assumed the same temperature. You could almost feel it's contents flooding your insides with a sudden torrent, even before she slid the nozzle in. I consider myself lucky to have a wife that occasionally uses the 1983 Faultless bag on me, that was used on her as a child. Brings back memories.

@Slim. You are a lucky man indeed.

I still smell the rubber bags and ivory soap. But I also remember the Massengill douche powder scent.

I can still recall that delicious smell of Mother's Rexall Victoria Combination syringe filled with hot, ivory soap saturated water, waiting to enter my behind. Lucious!

I remember well the smell of the red rubber bag and hose in the top of my mother's closet. I used to have such a huge hardon reaching up to get it. I was able to stand on the lowest shelf and reach up and get it. She used to keep the Ivory bath soap in the same closet, sometimes a sliver was used as a suppository and then sometimes in the enema. I had a lot of fun!

I remember the smell but I remember tasting soap during my enemas from mom. She must have made them with a lot of soap!

I buy and sell estates and there always seems to be that box in the linen closet,

Funny but hours later after someone had been given an enema I could still get the small whiff of rubber and Ivory soap before even seeing the bag. It also lingered in the linen closet where the bag was kept when dry. Even very old bags give off that odor still today.

Keep in mind: Some bags from the late 1950s, early 1960s, especially the ones with a gloss, DID contain small amounts of lead, that. gloss. It also had an effect on the smell.

Because there is nothing more exciting or that feels so good....simple but tru

The scent of Ivory soap meant only one thing in our house growing up. The bulb or bag was coming out soon.

My mothers douche bag smelled of vinegar. It was a Davol latex folding fountain syringe.She douched every Saturday before going to work. Between the smell of the rubber and douche I would get a boner so hard I was afraid it would break. I took many enemas on Saturday after she went to work.I would lay on the bathroom floor on newspaper or sit on the toilet during my enemas. My penis would drip all over the newspaper. I read nursing books on how to take enemas and followed directions. The best enema i took was when I hung the enema bag from the door handle,put a large newspaper pad on the floor, laid on my tummy with my right leg pulled up, and took a two quart enema. My penis throbbed and dripped all over the pad. I now wish I would have told my mother I couldn't go potty and I know I would have been given enemas. She gave herself enemas and talked about them all the time..I was to embarresed to talk about constipation and enemas. To this day I love enemas and still drip from my penis when taking one.

I used to enjoy the smell of the Green Fleet Bagenema, it had a unique vinyl odor that would always give me an instant erection of anticipation for a nice high volume enema>:-)!

I had a enema giving girlfriend who loved giving and recieving, When it was my turn she would prepare the 4 quart black open top rubber bag and bring it over to me and she would say smell that wonderful rubber bag, it was like going into a trance, I am rather sorry I didn't stick with her longer then I did

After getting the call to come to the bathroom, I could smell the odor of Ivory soap before I even got there. As I entered I could also smell that distinctive aroma of wet rubber from either the red bulb syringe standing upright on the edge of the sink which was full of warm soapy water with the bar of Ivory floating in it or the bloated red hot water bottle that was hanging from the towel bar.

Most of the vintage bags I have still have that wonderful scent, as do the klystra bags that I have.

My first exposure was to my mom's amber latex douche/enema bag that hung in her bathroom for years. It's how I gave myself my first enemas and first orgasms stimulated by rubber. As most have said here, it was even better when the bag was filled with very warm water so the rubber scent would permeate the BR. Now I turned out not only as a klismo but a rubber fetishist as well, so I really loved that bag. My current bag is a thick red rubber 2.5 quart bag I bought from Tyler maybe 10-15 years ago, and I'm almost always found to be pushing my face into the rubber for a few strong whiffs of rubber just before filling it and warming it up for filling me. Not infrequently I'll dress in at least a partial rubber outfit (and sometimes complete latex catsuit) to take an enema. The combination of rubber and enema is the best stimulus for my ability to orgasm with aging and medication-induced ED. Depending on how aroused they make me sometimes determines the volume and duration of any particular enema. If I get really aroused with a good erection I may even stop the enema early to orgasm. Otherwise, I usually fill completely and then orgasm while holding or sometimes even during or after emptying. The odors are a terrific part of my enjoyment and arousal.

I remember the scent of Ivory soap and the rubber enema bag and warm comforting feel and smell of the fuzzy fleecy blanket that mom always pre heated by draping it over a hot radiator and then have me lay on her warm blanket covered lap as she gave me a good warm Ivory soap suds enema bag enema or enemas so wonderful

I don't have to "remember'" them!!

Except for my 3-qt "Paris" replica bag and my 4-qt "Great White" all my other bags are older than I am.

The green open-topped bag that I use on those few occasions when I actually do douche is likely at somewhere around my Mom's age. it has black fittings.

Haha I seem to remember the scent of Vaseline and "butt".

Funny you mention, I was just thinking about that yesterday at how my bathroom smells like peppermint and rubber.

I can remember the particular sent of the enema bag mom had. it was a combination of the rubber and the ivory soap. also as somebody said I also had a rubber pad under me on the bed. This we remember ,,lol

I remember the gum rubber latex bag and hose with the black douche nozzle. To this day I see a bag I get hard.

Open the small towel closet in the bathroom where Momma’s amber folding bag hung on a hook on the left side ……….. the scent of Ivory or the magical intoxicating aroma Massengill

I remember the scent of moms syringe hanging on the bathroom wall and the scent of ivory soap. My older bags some are fifty years or more when used the great scent is still there.

To this day a warm steamy bathroom with the scent of latex emanating form a bulging red enema bag filled with hot soapy water, Ivory soap, and Vicks Vapo-Rub is incredibly exciting for me.

I am posting here because I had a most remarkable experience last night. Clearly, some others have as well.

It has been years, decades actually, since I've used Ivory Soap. In my recent exploration of soapy enemas, I have been experiment with various soaps. There are several lavender scented Castile soaps that I like, a wisteria glycerin soap that has a fairly active response. But I had seen a number of people reference their experiences with Ivory soap. So, when I went to the store last night after dinner, I decided to pick up a three-bar pack.

(The trip was interesting for another reasons as well. I was in the personal lubricants section trying to find a tube of the generic lubricant I keep on hand. I noticed this young woman at the other end of the aisle, long brown hair, black rimmed glasses, jeans, a brown sweater and a jacket. So, as I finally found the box of lubricating jelly I was looking for, she walked by looked to see what was in my hand and smiled at me as I turned to place my selection in the cart I wandered around the store to grab a couple of odds and ends including some hard cider. Was she following me around the store? Sure seemed like it. Anyway I went to one checkout, she went to another. She went through the front door about 15 seconds before I did. I exited the front door and when I looked out the door, she was walking straight up the inclined parking lot. Okay, maybe she isn't following me. But then she rolled her cart all the way across the parking lot to the cart return next to my car bypassing one between her car and mine. While I was putting my bags in the trunk, "Do you want a hand?" she asked. It was one hell of a line and I was tempted to say yes, and ask where she thought I needed it. But I looked up, smiled, and said "No, but thank you, anyway.". "Hope you have a good night" she said and she turned to walk back to her vehicle. I got in the car and thought "if you only knew" and I started the car, watched as she got in her SUV and then I drove off. It didn't occur to me to see if she was going to follow me. Traffic was pretty heavy because the basketball game had let out a little while before and I was concentrating on that. It was a great line double entendre line, though, with plausible deniability. But I digress.).

When I got home, I unpacked my purchases and put them away. I took my lube and my Ivory soap upstairs to my bathroom, put the lube away, opened one bar of soap and dropped it into my measuring cup of hot water to allow it soak for awhile. I went back downstairs and watched some basketball game that was on and dozed off for a while. I woke up shortly before midnight, realized that I had a bar of soap sitting in the water upstairs, turned off the TV and went upstairs to get out my enema tubes.

Now, I teach a course on odor evaluation and have for more than 15 years. Although it is more about how to characterize and evaluate odors and scents, I do discuss the psychological and physiological aspects of our sense of smell. And it can be one of the most sensitive and most poignant of our senses. Each of us can probably relate to a whole range of emotional reactions if we describe a scent or odor with something that we find pleasant to something that we find or have found very unpleasant. If you think about it, you can almost experience the smell from memory and if you smell it, it will link back to the memories. Some of the reaction is an evolutionary, involuntary reaction. For example, certain reduced sulfur compounds and amine compounds most people can smell all the way down to a fraction of a part per billion AND they have a very unpleasant reaction. Others, like certain organic acids can work two ways. Butyric acid can trigger a gag reflex in most people. It is involuntary. Yet, as parmesan cheese, they might like it (note: I have experienced this gag reflex with butyric acid... even with parmesan cheese).

I stripped off my clothes and selected two of my colon tubes for use last night. I also got out my Elypse Art Vixen for later use. I put my towels down on the floor and checked the water in the measuring cup. It was cold, but very soapy. In addition, the bar of soap had softened nicely. I have an old reusable "permanent" coffee filter from one of my previous coffee makers to hold bar soap in the top of my 4-quart bag while I pour water through it. This evening, however, I poured the contents out of the measuring cup through the filter to allow the very soapy solution into the bag while catching the soft bar of soap. So far, so good.

I had the bag hanging from the showerhead and with the filter in the bag's opening, I could fill the bag up with water and even continually fill the bag if I so desired. I got the water adjusted to a very warm enema temperature and switched the valve so the water would flow through the showerheads and over the soft bar of Ivory soap. As I watched the bag fill, I could tell that this was going to be a very soapy enema by just how creamy the solution looked through the bag. While the bag was finishing filling, I selected the one-inch diameter colon tube to start rather then the smaller diameter tube or the standard nozzle which my might be better to pre-clean. No, I thought if the tube could navigate the turns and any solid material the first "push" would come from high up in the colon rather than filling from the rectum up.

And then it hit me... like a wave. The scent of the warm Ivory soap solution that was emanating from the filling enema bag. Something I don't remember smelling for years. And in that instant, I transported back some 55-60 years in memory time... to a time when I was in our apartment bathroom with the checkerboard black and white hexagonal floor tiles. I remember that scent; I was a child about to get an enema and there was something soothing about that and being there with my mom. If my mom were still alive, I would ask her about those times.

Even as someone who teaches a course on odor and scent evaluation and knowing what I know, I was really struck by my own memories and reaction. I remember....

When the bag was full, I allowed the bar to sit in the filter and the water a while longer while I applied a touch of lube to my anus and the tube I was going to attempt to slide in. It was a little like being in two places and two times at once. Surely, someone else had this same type of experience and here I am.

Oh, and it was a wonderful enema. The colon tube went a good long way up to and past the splenic flexure. With only a very small amount of soapy solution and the lube, the tube slipped through my colon with relative ease up to the turn at the splenic flexure. I opened the valve to the bag and the water went immediately from cool to warm and I could feel it flowing across my abdomen as it filled the transverse colon first. As I took on more solution, the tube more easily navigated and completed the turn and I was able to insert the tube to just at 35 inches where the widest part of the retention ball was in between the inner and outer sphincter. I was feeling pretty warm and full when I looked up and saw the bag was nearly empty. I rolled the valve shut and extracted the tube with some leakage under the pressure. But I got the Vixen in and seated rather quickly. Although inflating it with about 15 squeezes of the bulb also pushed some solution out of my rectum, once seated, it was firmly in place.

I let each wave that traveled down my colon "pressurize" the rectum, trying to release the incompressible water. When the wave passed a certain place, I could feel and hear the solution "burble back" as the solution equalized pressure within the length of my colon. Standing up, I could see just how full and distended I was. I could feel the "inflated" transverse colon under my skin.

After laying there for nearly 30 minutes, I decided it was time to mix up the next gallon using the showerhead and then to release and expel the contents from the first bag. Again, there was the scent of the Ivory soap going into the enema solution. Yes, this was a powerful memory that I had rediscovered. I removed the filter holding the soap from the top of the bag and set it aside. I carefully filled the bag completely and then sat down on the toilet. There was all sorts of movement in my bowels, though not unpleasantly nor terribly uncomfortable. I gradually deflated the butt plug in my ads, trying to hold it in as it got smaller but thoroughly expecting it to fire out under the pressure. It didn't, at first. And then another contraction wave came long and fired it out with some real force. I pulled the plug up by its inflation hose and placed it n the sink..

The feeling of the "solids" and the enema solution coming out with some force from the sigmoid and descending colon in about three or four contraction waves was pretty incredible. I didn't force it. I just let the muscles do their own thing to empty me out. A minute or so later, the solution in the transverse colon suddenly began to flow on its own and made the short trip down through the descending colon and into the sigmoid and rectum. Again, I allowed the muscles to work on their own without either trying to hold the solution, nor force it out. After a few more waves, it was time to assess how much liquid was still inside me. Rubbing on the right side where the ascending colon is located indicated there was still a fair amount of liquid there. I pressed some out and it flowed down through the colon and was expelled. But I didn't try to empty myself. It was time to insert a tube again. I cleaned the Vixen butt plug and prepped it for another retention after this filling.

Since I felt pretty cleaned out by this first enema, I thought about going for the longer tubes that might reach all the way through the splenic flexure. In the end I went with the shorter, wider CT-122fr tube. I lubed it and it slipped right in. The combination of lube and soapy enema solution had it slide easily into the sigmoid and descending colon. It seemed an easy and clear path all the way up to the splenic flexure again. Now, I could work the next 5-10 minutes to have it make the turn or I could simply open the valve and have it fill fro there. I chose the latter. The tube is large enough in diameter that not much solution flows back past the length of the nozzle until the upper end of the colon is quite full. And once it is full, I can gradually withdraw the tube to allow the loon to continue to fill as much as possible. I slowly withdrew the colon tube allowing myself continue taking solution until the tip was about to pop out. I cut the flow off, withdrew the tube and inserted the Vixen with about 12 squeezes of the bulb. The first wave was coming quickly and I wasn't sure that the plug would hold, so I squeezed it a few more time until it felt tight enough that it wasn't going to pop out. Again, there was all this contraction, pressure and then release as the muscles relaxed and allowed the enema solution pressure to equalize within me. I looked up and more than 3/4ths of the bag was inside me (and this is a nominal 1 gallon bag or 4.3 liters if fully emptied).

It was now 1:30 AM and with the plug firmly within my ass, I got up, took a towel with me and got on the bed expecting that I would last for two long since I was probably even more full than the first filling. I was watching TV, rubbing myself occasionally and feeling each wave rise and fall without too much difficulty. But after cumming, the waves got rather stronger and it was approaching 2:30AM, much longer than I expected to be able to hold this solution. I went and sat on the toilet and let the air out of the plug. It was well seated and didn't slide out right away. Finally, the pressure built enough to pop it out and I let myself empty over the next half hour. I thought about rinsing, but didn't and drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke later in the morning and when the coffee was brewing, I gave myself a nice continuous stream rinse. My water balance wasn't too out of whack, either.

Thank you for allowing me to shred this memory.

Enema Runn DUH !!