I need to update my earlier post with a recent nasty experience. I should explain that I use an enema bucket, not a bag. I had found what I thought was the perfect bucket made of translucent PVC so I could put litre markings on the outside to be sure of how much enema I was taking. I also use DIY inflatable nozzles made from mountain bike inner tubes. Well this particular evening I had mixed up my enema and inserted the inflatable nozzle up my bum (always a sensual delight for me). I was anticipating the further thrill of having the monster grow in my rectum (it is designed to fill it completely and to stretch where it fills (about a litre capacity). But no matter how hard I pumped, the nozzle grew only a little bit. At that point I farted - a long, loud fart that told me the nozzle had burst! Drat! I didn't have a spare, either.
I turned to the 'full' bucket to find that the bottom had cracked and almost two litres of thick, gooey soap-and-salt solution was all over the floor; and, yes, it had indeed oozed under the bath mat so that was all slimy too. Double drat! Moreover, I could not go and get more soap powder and salt, as I had had just enough for this enema.
Well, you all know the fix I was in! I really wanted that enema, and didn't feel like abandoning it. So I had to get the cleanup rag we keep in the en sujite bathroom and go to work to recover as much as I could. It took a wretched 20 minutes to get it into another bucket, squeeze by squeeze. By then, of course, the enema was stone cold. It's winter here (this was three weeks ago) and rather chilly in an unheated bathroom. I then had to get the enema in with my colon tube. This has an inflatable sleeve on it; but that, too, had burst a week before, and I had n[t yet found time to make a new one! Drat, drat, DRAT!
Getting the enema in wasn't too hard, though I do leak with the cramps. But it was really strong soap, and even though there was less of it than usual, to hold it was now really difficult. I ended up sitting on the toilet, bum cheeks clamped together, cold and miserable. I can't even say the expulsion was great, either.; and I had been looking forward to a good blow out. All in all, a miserable evening!
Johnny