I was going through my bedroom drawers a few days ago and came upon three pink, folding, "feminine" travel syringes. That brought back memories of days gone by. I remember that when I was about fifteen years ago, my parents took us to Washington, DC where we were house guests with some of their relatives. At that age, I already was a confirmed closet Klismophile and became quite constipated. To solve my dilemma, I found searched for and found the bag that belonged to the lady of the house.
Her bag was a translucent gum latex one that then, was known as a folding travel syringe with an angled black Bakelite douche pipe and a metal shutoff clamp. As I filled it the sides, which folded inward, moved outward making the bag square in cross section. The rubber around the hose connector was colored black and that area also changed shape to a square. As I took my enema, the sides once again caved in to their original shape to remind me of the feminine cleavage which I have later decided that the bag's cleavage is why they call them feminine syringes. By the way, that enema did clear my constipation problem and I escaped my hostess's bathroom undetected as far as I know.
In later years, I purchased several of these gum rubber syringes and was always mesmerized at the way that they changed shape as the water flowed out. I found that there was another feature to these bags. That was that you could watch the water level in the bag as it goes down.
I have since wondered what the lady of that house in Virginia thought when she found a drop of water on the end of her douche nozzle! If I ever developed a fetish, it is to again own one of those gum rubber bags and watch it change shape as the water goes down and dream about an enema from a "feminine" travel syringe with a cleavage.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
An enema a day keeps the Doctor away!
73
Bill/K2MMW