Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure ... also translated into recreation, fun and games.
It began when my sister and I started administering to each other when home alone in junior high school ... prior to that mom would administer to both of us at the same time, that was until sis admitted to me that she enjoyed them even though they were meant for health reason ... one day mom realized we were doing them on our own, she asked to watch to make sure we were doing them right, she never administered after that.
We totally enjoyed our daily romps in the nude from the time we got home from school until about a half-hour before mom got home from work ... and during that two-hour time, we would occasionally do an enema ... but being clothes-free was the most fun and most relaxing.
After I got married, I continued my enema sessions solo, not knowing my hubby loved them too, but didn't want to bring up his fetish to me for fear we would both be embarrassed. I accidentally found out about his love for the e-scene about six months after we were married when I came home early from work one day and he had just finished up a session, but had not put away his 'tools of the trade' yet.
That opened up a whole new recreational and sexual scene for us. After buying a very secluded rural residence, our clothes-free lifestyle became the 'dress of the day' when we were home alone. We've taken enemas on the lawn, picnic table, on the hay in our small barn, just about everywhere possible in and around our residence.
On rare occasions have I had to take an enema for constipation ... the most recent being when this became a side effect from some medication for a severe cold/influenza that was going around. I have a feeling that the daily enemas probably did more to get ride of the illness than the medication .... but being ill took away the fun of the enema sessions.