Sights and Sounds of an enema

My 3 sisters and I received enemas throughout our childhood. For as long as can remember someone in our house received an enema virtually every week. My sisters and I knew when one of us or our aunt was getting an enema.

For the younger members enemas were mostly given in the kitchen. The older members 11 years or older received theirs either in the bathroom or the bedroom.

Enemas were always given with a bulb syringe although the size of bulb increased with our age. Mom always gave a very though enema. It was large and usually took 25 - 30 minutes to administer. Cramps were always an issue and many times I thought I was not going to make it to the toilet.

The sound of the enema being prepared knowing it was for me or one of my sisters always sent chills down my spine. Once the enema was prepared the recipient was lead to a kitchen chair where anyone could witness the administration. I always felt embarrassed when my sister's watched or me watching one of my sisters being syringed. The sight of the black tube sliding into the rectum and the soft gurgling sound the syringe made as mom squeezed the soapy solution into the bowels made me feel embarrassed but excited at the same time.

The sound of the recipient asking mom to stop as the bowels were filled and the cramping increased as the soap did it's job. And knowing mom would just continue until the measured amount was administered became exciting for me.

And then finally the sound of the enema being expelled and the groaning as the cramps caused the recipient to push harder until the bowels were empty.

I think about all the enemas I received and saw occasionally and still think of them in an exciting way.

Kathy, thank you for sharing your childhood experiences and memories with us. Mom wouldn't administer them often...but when she would come out of the bathroom holding the bag...we knew what was coming.

I only received a few enemas as a young child. They were always in the bathroom administered gently by my mom. After I removed my pj bottoms and feeling vulnerable, I would be placed face down over my mom's lap. In that position all I could see was the floor so I focused on the sights, sounds, and sensations of the enema.

Mom would spread my buttocks apart and place a dollop of vaseline on my anus. Next came the first sensation of the warm, wet bulb nozzle being eased into my anus. After the first insertion I would relax a bit noting the sounds of the bulb being refilled, the smell of the Ivory soap solution, and the sensation of fullness that was beginning to build inside me. After 3 or 4 bulbfuls came the waiting with my buttocks held pressed together to aid the holding of the solution.

The details of those enemas are etched sharply in my memory.

What I remember are the impact the sound of an enema being prepared. I remember mom standing at the sink, running the water, testing the temperature. then holding the clear glass measuring cup under the tap, measuring a pint for my little sister as I watched.

that musical sound of the enema solution being poured into the bag has always gotten to me. often I wondered at my father hearing those same sounds while in my sister's bedroom and about to lead her by the hand to the table for an enema.

another time when my wife watched our daughter our her bedroom window playing with the children next door while I was preparing an enema for her to give to the girl. she heard all of those familiar sounds as she heard the bag being filled, the snap to release the air. I hung the enema bag on the towel rack, spread a fluffy towel out on the bathroom floor and set out the Vaseline.

walking to the door way I told my wife, "it's all ready".

she called for our daughter who scampered home. my wife's eyes were shining.

Lying in bed and hearing my husband preparing an enema for me in our master bathroom is a nice sensation of sounds. I never thought about it until one time when I was so sick, had not been to the bathroom, and I asked hubby if he would give me an enema. I could hear him filling the bag, adding soap and sloshing iit around, the clink of the vintage glass connector to the rectal tube that I've used for years. And the sound of opening the clamp and running the water into the sink to let the air out and then closing the clamp. Then, of course a gentle voice beside the bed, although not many words are needed. I knew what to do, turning onto my side as he slipped down my nighty bottoms. The sounds of preparing and giving an enema, even my deep breathing and moan or two!

Although all four of us siblings got enemas if sick, or constipated, the frequency of enemas varied greatly. My two oldest sisters rarely got constipated, so rarely received enemas. My immediately older sister Lisa and I were probably born constipated, LOL! Rarely a week passed that one or the other didn't get a visit from the soapsuds fairy. Most frequently, if one needed an enema, Mom gave the other one pre-emptivly. At first, especially in the early days when a bulb was used, we never really had any reaction to these enemas, other than the obvious BM, with its attendant discomfort. However, as Lisa reached puberty and began to develop "other" feelings, we both began to enjoy our enemas. Being two years younger, I hadn't begun to get "other" benefits, but enjoyed the sounds as Lisa filled, and the moans as she held and expelled. Later, Lisa obviously enjoyed the sounds of my enemas. As we reached early mid-teens, we began doing enemas together, and loved seeing the changes in out bodies as we prepped each other's enema. Even today 60+ years later, we both enjoy the sounds (& smells) of enema preparation. We both show the signs of sexual arousal in anticipation of the welcome flood of hot soapy water.

I totally enjoy the sights and sounds of an enema from the first indication that an enema is going to be administered. The sight of the enema bag being produced and assembled by the giver as you lay there she takes the equipment out and assembles it in front of you. Seeing the facial expressions on her face, then hearing the water start running and her moving about. You also can hear the water filling the enema bag then the sound of the faucet being turned off. Then the click of the hose clamp, the sound of the air being expelled then click again. Then seeing her walk into the room and seeing the bag being hanged on the hook. Then the sound of the K-Y top being removed and the blob of the K-Y coming out of the tube. The feeling of your puckered opening being lubed. Then the feeling of the nozzle being slid in deep and the sound of the water starting to flow into you. YESSSSSSSS

I love the sight a yellow folding syringe

The smell of a B F Goodrich enema bag really excites me

When I think of sights and sounds of enemas, I think of either videos I watch or when giving to a partner. The water filling the bag, flushing air out of the tube, inserting the nozzle and the little noise she would make as it passes through her sphincter and enters her rectum. Then the click of the clamp, seeing the water begin to flow and hearing the gasp as my partner feels her most intimate cavity begins to feel the warm water flood and fill her.

As the flow continues and as I use my abilities to excite her, with tongue, fingers, toys and maybe my cock, the whimpering starts. Short gasps for breath, hips rotating as excitement builds, louder breathing. I watch the bag deflate, knowing how expanded her rectum and bowel are, determined to have her reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

I manipulate her through climax, as the most wonderful female sounds ever created are music to my ears, and I watch her flex and tighten and spasm in the ultimate joy. Gasps and moans and groans and maybe screams accompany her release of tension with pleasure. Her orgasm fills me with joy as I LOVE bringing women off, especially with something so kinky and taboo as an enema!

Then theres the end, as I help her to the toilet, let her relax as I stroke her exhausted body, massage her tummy, soothe her breasts and excite her nipples. I hear her release as I kiss her deeply and passionately, hearing the flow out of her and loving every intimate detail of the sounds that I hear. Even the gas that comes, embarassing for sure to her, but to me, its a symbol of what she feels comfortable doing with me, that i am invited into her most private, secret moments. The more ‘embarassing’ and ‘taboo’ the sounds and activities are, the more close and intimately connected to her I feel. I am blessed and privileged to be allowed into her most private and intimate bodily functions. And I will never tire of that!

@kathy1949, We have some things in common here. My husband is a 1949 and I'm a 1951.

This Topic "Sights and Sounds of an enema" caught my eyes this morning. Sunday morning is usually our enema time. It's a date we rarely break but today we have to. Our 10 year old grandson is here visiting for the weekend.

I was also looking at another discussion about an isolated, hidden secret room where our members have their private, intimate fun. We have one of those rooms. It's an at home doctors office tucked away in the lower level of our home. It's an examination - dressing room with a shower, toilet, television and computer. I'm sitting there right now and I loved your Discussion Topic.

Your Sights and Sounds got me thinking about "If Only This Room Could Talk?" And being in the Enema Discussion forum my mind has flashed back to all the wonderful times my husband and I have had in this room.

I'm sitting here thinking " I'm Going To Give This A Try " I can't start this today but I'll gather my thoughts and work on this in my spare time. I'm getting excited about what Sights and Sounds I can recall. And they are vivid!

So my Hoosier friend you have opened the door to many memories. I'm going to jump on this with the intention of making our fellow members squirm with enema passion. I seem to be mentally and emotionally called to this Forum every time I Log In here. Why, because I'm a lady that has and will continue to have much experience about the Sights and Sounds of an enema. My husband has called me the "Enema Princess" I like that!

Thanks everyone for the input so far! I'll be back!

Though I was quite young when I received enemas from my mother I remember the water running in the sink as she would swish around that bar of Ivory soap... and the smell of it as I entered into the bathroom. I'm now over her lap or over the edge of the bathtub as I hear that sucking sound of that enema syringe... Red Bulb/Black tube. Then a few bulb fulls injected (the insertion feeling was part of what got me hooked) and now iI'm sitting on the toilet. Then torrent of the gush... "Now don't you feel better honey?" Great memories that planted my enemaphile seed!

@GyneDoll Well I for one am looking forward to your vivid descriptions that are to cum... I mean come... on this topic. ?

Oh I so agree with that seeing the bag being made up, the smell of the soapsuds, and the sound of the clamp opening.

---- Just remembering the deafening silence while I was positioned over her lap, and the wait, and then the snap of the clamp. I certainly remember!

I guess most of us would not do this if there was not that slight fear/thrill every time we hear the click of the valve.

Once in position, I always limit the length of time I look at the bag so I won't psyche myself out.

My sister and I both got enemas from mom when needed and although we both knew the other got enemas they were always in private. After the dinner dishes were dealt with and we were watching TV, She would calmly say something like, "Cheryl, please come with me for a minute" and she would lead me to the bathroom and the door is closed. Mom would never say, "Cheryl, it is time for your enema," but I am sure my sister and my dad could hear the water running and the toilet flushing and knew what was happening.

Although I never actually saw my mom give herself an enema, I am sure she did. For a time, mom did computer data entry evenings so she was home during most of the day. One summer vacation from school I noticed a pattern. Some days after lunch she would say she had a headache and was going to take a nap before she went to work. After going to her bedroom and closing the door, you could hear water running in her bathroom, followed by a period of silence, then the toilet flushing, sometimes several times.

Even today doing it mostly solo, I like the click of the shutoff, watching the bag flatten, then the faint "slurp" as the last of it drains from the bag.

Good things come to those who wait. I was thinking about Sights, something that's in someone's view, or Sites, a place or position, and Sounds, any type of auditory expression and how to mix the three together into one place in time. And how the three could relate to enemas?

When I looked at my past and the many enemas I've had I thought to myself, "Self We Need Something New" to share with my enema friends here. But who knows where or when? Things happen in mysterious ways! Wow! Do They!

Yesterday I went with my husband to the VA hospital for his endoscopy. He has dysphagia and every three months he has his upper gastrointestinal area checked for eosinophilic esophagitis. He had to fast the day before. Nothing to eat after 6 pm and nothing to drink after 8 pm. All went well ! We left the hospital around 2 pm yesterday afternoon. On the way home we stopped at the grocery store to get something for dinner. We picked up this great tray of Sushi. There was a nice selection complete with soy sauce, wasabi, that green hot stuff and pickled ginger. And a container of Edy's Orange Cream Sherbet! We got home and had a great dinner! And we ate everything! Bill hit the sack after the 10:00 pm news. I stayed up to watch television for a while. My Yorkie and I went to bed about 11:00 pm.

I was having enema dreams! The sights in my head were very vivid. I woke up around 6:30 am, just about four hours ago. The sounds in my belly were grumbling to the ache of a soon to come early morning bowel movement. That Sushi and what was left of it was wanting out of my body. Suddenly I had an idea! A crazy idea that just happened to hit me! I would make this Tuesday morning special. I would have to work quickly!

My Bill was laying next to me and I told him, go downstairs and get me my pink Bordello With Black Lace Trim high heel shoes. He asked why and I said, you will see but just please get those shoes and the Enema Syringe with the long curved stem. I said, come on I can't hold it for long! In a minute he was back. I turned up the heat in the bathroom and it's warmth felt nice against my naked body. I sat down on the toilet seat as Bill slipped the shoes on my feet. I told him to fill the syringe with very warm water. I reached into the medicine cabinet and grabbed the Vaseline. I took a position against the sink, bent down a bit and spread my legs. I was looking at myself in the mirror! No make up and feeling like the female devil I can be. I needed some sexual eye candy activity so I took a naughty pelvic thrusting position to allow the jutting of my hips. With my pretty ass pointed at Bill I said, open that Vaseline and lube up your middle finger. He did as directed and I could see him tremble with anticipation! Now, give me a rectal exam! He shook as he inserted his finger into my rectum and said, Gwen, you are full of poop! I told him to push his finger as far as possible into my rectum. I gave him the enema syringe and he took it with his other hand. So with his finger buried to the hilt I said, now remove your finger and give me that enema. Gently he had the enema stem buried in me as I pushed to meet the syringe. Once finished he removed the enema bulb and put it in the sink.

With a look of passion in his eyes I had him help me to the toilet. I sat down, spread my legs and positioned my feet in those sexy Bordello heals to allow Bill to kneel between my knees. I said, Lover Are You Ready For This? He just nodded his head. I said, Kiss Me and don't stop! Our lips met and with a gentle groan I began to pass the enema. At first it was a dribble but once in gushing, cramping labor I pushed harder as my poop began to fall into the toilet. With his arms around me and his tongue on my tongue my body could no longer resist and a thundering orgasm shook me to my soul. Here I was filling the toilet, and gently experiencing Bill's soft whispering as we made love in a way we had never done before. When I was empty and we settled down a bit I looked at Bill and said! How's that for Sights and Sounds of an enema?

Bill stood up and it took him some time because he was not anticipating anything like what had just happened. I sat there on the toilet. A princess on her throne as her man cleaned her up. With the softness of a kitten he pampered me and helped me stand up. He walked me out the bathroom door, gathered me in his arms and took me to the bed room. He laid me down, Bordello Shoes and all, covered me up and I fell asleep.

I hope you have enjoyed my Sights and Sounds of a wonderful enema session. Sorry for being long winded. Anything less would have not given this morning justice.

Oh, @GyneDoll. Magical. Well played and well written, Gwen.

@Loveitkinky, I have to tell you that the message you sent to me has made me feel accepted in mind, soul and body. I was not sure about sharing this sequence of events but you have put my soul to rest. This is love as you and I and hopefully others here at Zity will understand. I was questioning myself about this because it's not hidden or sheltered. I was concerned about being in a vulnerable position but I'm okay now. You accepted me as I am!

With Love, And I Mean That! Gwen

I like preparing ones enemas when they see and here and know what is going to happen.

The anticipation that is heard for some may give a feeling of excitement or nervousness or being scarred. This happens for the children that will be receiving and the adults also. Whether you received as a child or you are new to enemas/anal you know that soon you will be feeling your rectum entered and prepped to be cleaned out. Now listen to me "get undressed and come over here" "it is time for your enemas".

I like watching her as I fill the bag. Her knowing what is coming and hearing the water running is very exciting for me. Her cheeks are red on both ends. Do you blush when you hear the bag filling?

I really love the sights and sounds of getting or giving an enema. I usually do it as a sub and my ex-GFs really enjoyed watching me squirm around as I was penetrated, inflated and filled, as well as the frequent sounds I make of moaning, groaning and begging for relief or leniency. I'm a Switch so I would sometimes give them to an ex with her being submissive and letting me enjoy all of her squirming, moaning and begging while being filled and retaining. And then the sexual/orgasm sounds and movements on top of that were an extra special added treat. I'm especially fond of seeing an ex with a very distended belly after filling along with her associated moaning about it, so another added treat.

Eric

I use two clamps to control the flow. One is the white plastic shutoff with tiny ridges. The other is an old-fashioned metal clamp that my mother used on her Rexall "Symbol" fountain syringe. My favorite enema sound is the sharp SNAP! of this metal clamp that starts the flow and the warmth begins to flood my senses. When my insides need a little TLC, I think the snap! of that little clamp plays on my mind that the enema will help me to feel better. Our brain is pretty powerful.

One of the "sights" of an enema I haven't read about here Is the bed pad. The first time a nurse placed a waterproof pad under me in bed and slipped off my panties, that began a ritual that has lasted for years in my family. We always use a pad to protect the sheets and mattress. Towels are OK, but they leak through. If I'm curled up in bed, the anticipation and excitement of getting an enema starts when the bedpad, a disposable Crux like in the hospital, but we usually lay a comfy bath towel on top.

There always seems to be a little water leaking during the enema or when we didn't close the clamp tight enough. We've had a couple of floods with soapy water but luckily our mattresses have survived.

Daughter Jen, one time when she was very sick and I gave her an enema in her own bed, looked up at me holding a Chux and quickly pulled the covers over her head. It took a bit of firm motherly coaxing, but the enema relieved the constipation she was too embarrassed to admit and ended up with a thankful hug -- then she promptly fell asleep. ?

I have posted before on this topic. I remembered the special enema bag my aunt had. It was a blue rubber looked like an ice bag with two different tops. One was just a cover and the other one had a nipple on it for the hose to connect to. The top was white in color as was the hose. The rectal nozzle was a bakerlite black one. it had a taper to it not like todays generic nozzles. There was a molded piece on the bottom to hang the bag. It had a nice rubber smell. It also always had the scent of Ivory soap. It also had the old fashioned stainless steel pinch clamp that had a distinctive "click" sound. I would be on the bed face down and were able to see into the bathroom and watch her prepare the enema bag. I also know she enjoyed preparing and administering the enemas to me and my cousin. She would walk into the room with the buldging bag in her right hand and the nozzle in the left hand. I also remember seeing the drops of soapy water dripping from the nozzle after she cleared the air from the hose. She would hang the bag from a hook she had in the wall. I also remember the coolness of the rubber sheet that would be under me. MISS those days !!!!!!

The "snap clamp" is quite an unexpected upgrade. I never had one as a kid (we had a plastic enema bucket with a slide clamp), so there aren't any memories, but the "click" and rush are very exciting.

Not quite a sight or sound (unless you're the giver giving to somebody else), but the often rhythmic moving and squirming as the enema progresses and starts to work has its own appeal. Well, guess I do see that sometimes, looking down at my body or in a mirror if there is one.

It"s funny (to me) @moliere how different things are to different people based on where they grew up. I never saw a slide clamp until I got on Zity. I grew up with the metal snap clamp, with its distinct click, then later with the less expensive plastic clamp with the zipper sound.

The comments about the clamps hit home for me too. My earlier bags had the typical metal clamp with the distinctive click sound, but they were either on or off unless you held them continuously with your finger. When I first got one of the plastic type I immediately recognized that they could adjust the flow, from 1 click open to wide open, easily with one hand. The worst kind is the plastic slide clamp, the one with the keyhole shaped opening where one end is wide open, the other pinches the hose closed. Hard to manipulate with one hand and hard to regulate the flow. Fortunately they usually only come on the disposable plastic bags.

For me, the best sound is the barely audible "slurp" as the last of it clears the bottom of the open top bag and goes down the tube.

I've owned a couple of those blue pumpkin bags that Stingr refers to. They were marketed by Faultless as a 4 in 1 combination syringe, water bottle, and ice bag. The hanging tab was inadequate and failed pretty quick when filled for an enema or douche. Speaking of sights and sounds, isn't that what the enema fetish hatched from?

..................For me, the best sound is the barely audible "slurp" as the last of it clears the bottom of the open top bag and goes down the tube.

Yes, for me that's quite a striking exciting sound too, signaling the end of your current filling and perhaps time for a refill.

Eric