How did you learn to give a really good enema?

Experience gained from taking hundreds of self administered enemas; experimenting with various solutions, water temperatures, volumes, flow rates, positions, and equipment and the many good things I have learned from reading the information available here at zity I think qualify me to give a really good enema. I hope someone special asks me for an enema soon so I can practice my craft and let her be the judge of if I gave a really good enema.

I've been practicing for oneself and others.

Nowadays, I want an enema quickly and efficiently. Toilet bidet hose + metallisation.

How did I learn to give a really good enema -- practice, plenty of practice, on myself!

As I have said before, my mom was the one who started me on enemas years ago. I had started taking on my own at age 8, and mom want to make sure I knew what I was doing. One Sunday afternoon, she got the stuff out and gave me a teaching session to show me how to do enemas properly. Once I was shown, mom had me make one up and administer to her, just to make sure I was doing it right. I passed with flying colors. That afternoon, mom also took the time to instruct me on how to prepare a douche and administer to a woman. Did ok on that aspect also.

I found it is just practice and listening to the one who is receiving. When I give myself or have someone administer one, I always try to be conscience of how it feels and water flow rate. If is too fast, I expect the receiver to let me know, unless they prefer a fast flow. Like wise if it is too slow. I do not have a problem telling the giver how it feels and I always ask my receivers.

Lots of enemas given to me by my mom and her teaching me the proper way to do everything.

I was given plenty as a child and use to play with my female cousin Doreen .She enjoyed it when I put the nozzle in and out of her butt. When we didn't enema gear I would stick my finger in her butt and wiggle it she like it and would do the same to me. wish I could see her now and put her over my knee.

I got great ones from my parents so became a pro myself

Actually the best enema ever was given by my now wife when we were dating. I had a very nasty tummy upset. She offered to give me an enema. It was the best ever considering she had no idea what she was doing.

I got pretty good with lots of trial and error self-administering. I got great after watching the "How to Take a Large Volume Enema" video from Optimal Health Network (Kristina Amelong). The idea of starting and stopping over and over to let your body get acclimated to the infusion of water was s revelation to me. The video is now on youtube if you want to watch it.

I learned how to give really good, comfortable enemas when I was working as a nursing assistant in a city hospital while I was in music school back in the mid 1960's. In those days, nursing assistants could do a lot more procedures than they can today. When I started, one of the things that all of us were trained in was giving an enema. Except for a few exceptions, most surgery patients were given enemas prior to their surgery, and those having abdominal surgery had to be thoroughly cleaned out before their surgery, as well as afterwards due to constipation caused by the anesthesia. The nurse who trained me was very patient, and said that I should never give an enema so quickly that the patient would expel the enema on their bed prior to being placed on the bedpan. I saw some of these "quickie" enemas being given by other nursing assistants as well as nurses when their patients would "spill" their intestinal contents all over the bed because they simply could not hold in such a large volume of water so quickly. I did exactly the opposite, and always took the time to explain to the patient what was going to happen (vs. the typical 6 AM "wake up...your are going to have an enema now"). If the patient had never had an enema before (some of the younger ones didn't even know what a enema was). I helped get them into position on their left side (Simms position as I was trained), and explained that I had to insert my gloved finger into their bottom to check for any fecal impaction and to make sure that they were well lubricated. I told them to take in a deep breath, and exhale slowly as I inserted my finger and felt around inside their rectums. If there was an impaction, I then would stop the procedure and contact my nursing supervisor to ask what should be done...which was usually a small volume soap enema to clear out the problematic material. In most patients, I then told them that I was going to insert a rubber nozzle into their bottom...and for them to again take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, when I inserted the nozzle. I then told them that they would soon feel some warm water inside their bottom, and to tell me if they felt too much pressure or pain...and to take in and exhale long deep breaths while the water was flowing in...as I was trained. Some patients could not hold the total amount of the enema, and some even had some leakage on top of their rubber bed sheets. I always stopped often and asked the patient if they were doing OK, and tell me if they could not hold any more or began having cramps. If they had cramps, I would stop the flow, told them to take more deep breaths while I massaged their "tummy". When the total enema was finished, I told them to try to hold it all in for ten minutes if possible. For the kids, I told them to breathe like a "puppy dog" and made a game out of it to see how long they could wait until they had to go potty. When my patients could not hold it in anymore, I helped them onto their bedpans and gave the adults some privacy until they were finished. For the kids, I usually stayed with them since some of them began crying due to having to go potty so hard. Then, I wiped all of my patients, and made them comfortable. I also told them that they might need to "go" again in a little while, and to make to let me know right away, at which time I would bring in another bedpan and allow them to finish expelling. Some of the kids had to go several more times which made a lot of them cry, but I told them that I would bring them a reward if they were good (a lollypop). That's how I really learned how to give very comfortable and effective enemas to anyone,,,,including myself...although I would much rather have someone give me enemas than do them myself.

By knowing what the receiver is hoping to get out of the experience. Talk about it first. See which aspects are considered most pleasurable. Is the receiver looking for TLC and relaxation? Health benefits only? Some folks like to be dominated or use enemas as part of S&M roleplaying. My last receiver had me wear a catsuit and flog him first before lubing his anus and inserting the nozzle! Definitely different for everyone.

Well I wish I could tell you that I learned how to give a good enema by learning how to in nursing school, but that just isn't the case. I learned first off because my first enema was one of the worst experiences of my life. From that I knew exactly what not to do to someone else. Secondly I learned how from Doc who loves enemas and is a real doctor himself. Who better to learn from than him? Consequently enough, we have been together now 6.5 years, and while I don't love enemas, I do tolerate them rather nicely and have even on occasion been known to ask for one, lol.

Mashie

My ability to ‘ give ’ the ‘ good enema ’ , as shared by the recipient of same , was bequeathed to me by my mother , grandmother(s) and an older aunt I often visited . My dear aunt was actually one of my grandmother's youngest sister and was but a year or two older than my mom . This aunt was a very special lady to me in many ways and was actually my ‘ mentor ’ as to how to give the ‘ good one ’ . She gave to me on several occasions and then one day at the kitchen table she looked at me and said with a pause after calling my name ‘ ….. would you like to give me an enema ???? ’ . I was a bit taken aback as I was in my mid-teens but the ‘ hands on ’ experience of giving her an enema as per her instructions was invaluable to this budding young ‘ klismo ’ and was a personal turning point in my long and pleasurable enema journey .

I learned from two sources: Mom & Grandma. Mom was dutiful, loving, gentle- but firm. Grandma was all business- no nonsense. Mom and Grandma both used bar soap but Grandma's enemas seemed harsher, hotter and larger always making my tummy ache bad. Mom did all she could to coddle me through an enema by telling me to “pant- pant like a puppy for mommy”. Grandma never offered much in the way of coaching only to tell me “Michael, you'll feel so much better after your enema…” I decided over the years to give the best enema requires a combination of both mom and grandma. There should be a sharp focus on being thorough- sometimes stern, yet both ‘forgiving’ and ‘unforgiving’. my profile album photos pretty much tell my story…. https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=gallery;ox=showalbum;ax=1773

I was obsessed with them for years as a youngster. Why? Dunno. I wasn't given but 3 enemas that I can remember. I read our home medical book, more at the library, and practiced on myself. I liked them-- a lot, and they always helped me physically and turned me on, so I gave to myself whenever I could.

When I got my first girlfriend in high school, I gave her enemas. For her period. Because she was stopped up. When I wanted to. Often before anal sex. Her mother had been a terrible giver, and she was constipated a lot, so she didn't like them, but she took them from me. She was a natural sub, & loved me. Since then, I have given countless enemas to girlfriends & female partners, learning at each step. I have read everything I could about them, I have watched every enema video I could find, if it was real.

I guess one could say that enemas are my “thing,” but so is everything involving the “bottom end”--if that bottom end belongs to a submissive woman, or one who enjoys that sort of “play.” Having sex, interestingly, is/was not so high on the list…partly, I suppose, because I don't care to have sex with random women, & partly because I have always been terrified of STD's.

I learned the basics from mom. She explained what she was doing and why, once I was old enough to understand. After that, it is practice, practice, practice.

I only got one when I was nine and hated it. Then after years a girlfriend whom I had been chatting with for a few years left her husband and drove all the way across four states to live with me. I have told the story many times about how she started me on enemas. But before I got up the nerve to let her give me one or two or more I gave to her for weeks. I started out clumsy and unsure. I was already a nurse so I was being all clinical. She told me to relax and took my hand and placed it on her clit and told me to think of her as me and just masturbate her. then once she starts moaning and humping slow to slide the nozzle in. Then to continue to masturbate her until she nodded for me to release the clamp. If she said stop. To stop until she said okay go. After the bag was empty not to remove the nozzle but continue until she had another orgasm and then to help her to the potty. That is when she wanted me to remove the nozzle. I would also lick her instead of masturbating her. That is how she taught me to give an enema. I like it that way also.

I just give @sirensong an enema the way I want one….. lots of anticipation, cuddling, a little (lot) of bottom massage, lubrication, fingers inserted and massaging her pretty little hole until she starts to moan, then my choice of nozzle. As the warm water slowly enters, I like to hold her, stroke her, and masturbate her (sometimes with my tongue) until she has an orgasm or two. I simply follow the golden rule.

I just give @sirensong an enema the way I want one….. lots of anticipation, cuddling, a little (lot) of bottom massage, lubrication, fingers inserted and massaging her pretty little hole until she starts to moan, then my choice of nozzle. As the warm water slowly enters, I like to hold her, stroke her, and masturbate her (sometimes with my tongue) until she has an orgasm or two. I simply follow the golden rule.

@geminitom I'm envious of you, would LOVE to do all that with sirensong, she's a VERY BEAUTIFUL woman!😜😉

Just giving an enema is not exactly rocket science, but giving a good one is another matter. You could probably substitute the word “enema" with “grilled steak,” but I digress. In my case I learned how to give a good enema thanks to my wife. She was adamant about making one with just the right amount of soap, water at the right temperature, bag placed at the right height, and the right atmosphere. The fact that I was often rewarded for my efforts with some wonderful sex was also a great incentive. Now I'm not going to say that I give the world's best enemas, but I suspect that there would be no apologies needed either.

Practice makes perfect! We talk in soft voice, I run my fingers through his pubic hair, to and squeeze gently on his balls. Then I have him turn over and I spread his cheeks apart and look at his pinkness. He tells me that he can feel my eyes upon him. Then a massage of his buns follows. When he is totally relaxed I slip on a glove to massage his inner walls and his prostate. He has already had a preliminary cleaning so the pathway for my fingers is unobstructed.

lubricant is gently and generously inserted.

The insertion of the nozzle is followed by some gentle pats. He gets to ly down on the bed and I curl up beside him and cuddle. It is up to me to choose when to start and stop the flow. He really enjoys having his balls in my hands throughout the process……deep kisses are extra special. After the bag gurgles we hold each other until his body signals that it is time to GO!

A lifetime of lots and lots of practice beginning with mom's enemas of my youth and continuing with all those private enema/masturbation sessions of my teen years. What truly make a really good enema session though is having a like-minded partner who frequently enjoys the erotically stimulating aspect of a thorough cleansing, along with all the appropriate ritual, role play and enema talk.

I learned from mom, grandma, sister, girlfriend, and ex-wife.

Mom gave us enemas laying across our bed together, this allowed me to watch both my siblings receive enemas and they me. This also allowed our sister to observe my brother and I, when we got hard. At first, my brother an I only got hard when mom put her index finger in our anus for lubrication. It wasn’t that long until we were getting rock hard as soon as mom said, “go to your bedroom and get the bed ready. And take your clothes, while I fix your enemas.” It was our job to get six towels out and spread three across the bed, one for each of us, then roll the other three up to go under our waist. Get out of our clothes and be ready when mom came in carrying a full enema bag. As we got undressed, our sister didn’t miss each brothers hard penis sticking straight out or up. Sometimes, mom had us lay on our backs with a towel rolled up under our bottoms, feet pulled back touching our bare bottom. This was the position I preferred, because I could see what was going on, plus I didn’t have the pressure of the bed against my stomach. But mom didn’t use it that often, preferring us to lay facedown across the bed, tower rolled up under our waist pushing our bare bottoms up, and feet hanging down the side of the bed. Looking back, I think mom preferred this position, because it put our bare bottoms up, making it easy to spank us if we got out of line, which did happen a few times. Around age ten, mom modified her routine, doing the soapy enemas in the bedroom as usual, but moved the rinse enemas to the bathroom, having us get in the knee chest position. The first time she used it, we got in really bad trouble. Once the soapy enemas were done and we were all in the bathroom, she had us fix our own rinse enemas with her help. She had given me the soapy enema first, so I was first to get a rinse enema. Having just finished fixing my rinse enema with her help, she took it and hung it up. We all realized, as soon as she hung the bag up, we’d have to take the full two quarts. This scared us so much, we put up a big fuss about it. And the funny thing was, I’d just fixed the bag she hung up, I really don’t know what got into us. She wasn’t in the mood to put up with our fussing and it earned us a good spanking across her lap. It was the hardest and longest spankings we had ever gotten. Normally, spankings were done in private, but not this time. Being the oldest, I was first. She spanked me with her hand, at least twice as long, as she normally did. When the spanking finally stopped, she told my sister, “hand me the hairbrush.” Which she did, as quickly as possible. With it in hand, the spanking started again with the hairbrush. She spanked me as long, or longer with the hairbrush, than she did with her bare hand. My brother was next across her lap, receiving both bare hand and hairbrush. She spanked him just as hard and long as she did me. Our sister was last across her lap, getting both bare hand and hairbrush. She too, got spanked just as hard and long as my brother an I. When the spankings were over, she fixed another rinse enema, because the first one had gotten cold while we were being spanked. As she hung the bag up and sat down, she looked at me. I knew immediately, I had to lay back down across her lap. Scared I was going to get another spanking, because mom had never given us enemas across her lap. This was the first an only time she ever did it. Once I was in position, she put Vaseline on her index finger, spread my very sore bottom apart and inserted her finger in my anus. She kept her finger in a lot longer than normal, before replacing it with the enema nozzle. When she started the flow, she told us, I’m going to go real slow, and I don’t want to hear a word out of any of you. If I do, your all getting another spanking. I was able to take the full bag and hold it for five minutes. My brother went next, and his rinse enema was a repeat of mine. Our sister was last across mom’s lap for her rinse enema. She did however, have my brother an I worried for awhile, because tears were running down her face, but she made it without say a word. I had watched mom fix her rinse enema and realized, she only filled it about 3/4 full. When our sister was finished on the toilet, we were sent to our bedroom for the rest of the day.

We thought we were done, but when dad got home, we over heard mom telling him what happened and knew, we were in for another spanking, this time from dad and his belt. He took me first, taking me by the arm to the bathroom and closed the door. As he pulled his belt off and folding it up, he told me, “get your pants off.” As soon as I got my pants off, he pulled me across his lap, adjusted my position to his liking pinned my hands behind my back. For what I thought was going to be a bare bottom belt spanking. Dad normally spanked us with his belt, but not always, occasionally he would use his bare hand to spank us. He surprised me, when I saw him lay his belt down on the floor, before he started spanking me. I knew then, I was in for a good spanking with his bare hand, but that had it’s downside too. When he used his belt, the spankings were really hard and short with only a dozen or so licks, but stinging a lot more. When he used his bare hand, it didn’t sting quite as much, but we got a minimum of twenty four licks, usually a good many more, with the spankings lasting at lot longer. When he started spanking me, it was as hard as usual, but lasted longer than normal. When he finally finished spanking me, I was taken by the arm back to the bedroom and placed in a corner with only my T-shirt on still crying. He got my brother by his arm next and when he returned, he too was placed in a corner with only his T-shirt on still crying. Our sister was already crying when dad picked her up from her bed and lead her by the arm to the bathroom. When she returned, like my brother an I, she was placed in a corner with only her top on still crying. Before dad opened the door to leave, he told us, don’t move an inch till your mother comes for you. When he left the room, he didn’t close the door, he left it open and we could heard water running in the bathroom. A few minutes later, mom came and got me by the arm and took me to the bathroom, leaving the bathroom door open. As I walked in the room, I saw the enema bag hanging up, and it was full. I was told to get down in the knee chest position, which I did as quickly as possible. She put her index finger in my anus for lubrication, moving it around a good minute before replacing it with the enema nozzle and giving me the enema. She let the water flow in a lot faster this time and it didn’t take nearly as long for the bag to empty. After holding it for five minutes, I was allowed to use the toilet. When I finished, she told me, “send your brother in, then get in bed.” When he returned, he told our sister, “it’s your turn” and got in his bed. Like my brother an I, when she returned, she too, got in her bed. We would normally talk amongst ourselves after being put to bed, but not that night, our bottoms still bare and sore. We did quietly get up and get in one bed together, so we could inspect and rub lotion on each others bottom, still very red and quite sore to the touch. The lotion helped but the soreness had settled in, causing us to sleep on our stomachs, even laying on our sides wasn’t an option.

With grandma enemas were private affairs. She was the first to use a douche nozzle and colon tube on me at age eight, when she gave me my first 3H enema. When school was out for the summer, we always got sent to our grandmothers for three or four weeks. Mom and Dad needed a vacation from us, and we needed one from them. As preteens, grandma taught my brother an I how to self administer during our 1957 summer visit. The next year during our summer visit, she taught our sister how to douche and self administer enemas. When grandma took my brother an I to the bathroom the year before, it wasn’t missed by our sister. And like at home, we shared a bedroom at our grandmothers, allowing us to talk quietly amongst ourselves at night. That evening after being put to bed, she asked us why grandma had taken us to the bathroom together. We told her everything we did and what she taught us. The next year, when grandma took her to the bathroom, it hadn’t been missed by either my brother or I. After being put to bed that evening, we asked her what happened. She told us everything they did and what grandma taught her. The enemas we knew about, it was the douching and why, we had questions about. Thought we had seen mom douche, we didn’t realize what it was about, till our sister told us that evening. This prompted a conversation about our private parts. She asked us, “why our penis got hard and what it felt like, when it got that way.” And told us, “it looks like that would hurt.” We both laughed and said, “we don’t know why it gets hard, it just does. It feels good when it gets hard, it doesn’t hurt.” Then we asked her what it felt like to put a douche nozzle or Tampon all the way inside her vagina. She replied, “like your penis when it gets hard, it feels good.” The conversation ended with inspecting and touching each other’s privates in detail.

In the fall after school started, with both parents working, when my sister an I got home from school one day, we realized we were both constipated and each needed the bathroom for a couple of enemas. My sister suggested, we give each other the enemas we needed. I agreed, so we both got undressed, went to the bathroom and swapped a couple of enemas with each other. A few weeks later, our brother walked in the bathroom as our sister was slipping her index finger in my anus to lubricate me, before she inserted the nozzle. All he said was, “I need one too.” She looked over at him, as he was taking his clothes off, and said, “I’m next, I’ll do you when I’m done.” A year or so later, my girlfriend asked my sister, if she wouldn’t mind giving her a couple of enemas for period cramps. Which she did, but also told my girlfriend about our afternoon activities and said, “next time you need an enema for period cramps, ask my brother, he gives me enemas whenever I ask.” A month or two later she asked and I replied, “sure, as long as you do me too.” We swapped enemas each month afterwards, with a few exceptions, till the end of High School. Over the years we learned a lot from each other about giving enemas and what we liked and disliked.

After I got married, my wife and I used enemas for both health and pleasure. We combined enemas and sexual intercourse the next summer when visiting my wife’s best friend for a week. My wife really shocked the hell out of me, the morning of the second day, suggesting a threesome of enemas and sexual intercourse between us and her best friend. I never dreamed she would ask something like that, but she did. It turned out better than my wildest expectations. For the next five nights, I had more sexual intercourse, gave and got more enemas, from both girls than I thought possible. It was my wife’s best friend who wanted to try having sexual intercourse while holding a two quart salt and baking soda enema. After my wife saw her best friend orgasm as I had my orgasm, she had to try it. I fixed her a warm salt and baking soda enema and gave it to her in the knee chest position using the douche nozzle, as her best friend rubbed her clitoris. Once the enema was in, she switched to her hands and knees with the douche nozzle still buried in her anus. I mounted her, burying my penis deep inside her vagina, keeping it as deep as I could for a minute or so. While I held my penis deep in her vagina, her best friend fixed salt and baking soda enema in another bag with a douche nozzle. First she inserted her Vaseline covered finger in my anus, telling me to lay my chest across my wife’s back. She really fingered me good before removing her finger and putting the douche nozzle in it’s place, then started the flow. When I felt water going inside me, I started moving my penis back and forth inside her vagina slowly. I kept moving slowly till the bag was empty, then I increasing my speed a little till she neared her orgasm. At this point, her friend took hold of the douche nozzle still buried in my anus, holding it so that, when I moved my penis back and forth in my wife’s vagina it moved the douche nozzle back and forth in my anus. A few moments later I felt my wife’s vagina clamp down on my penis as she had her orgasm, triggering my own orgasm. I don’t know how we both held the two quart enemas we each had inside us, but we did. Needless to say, my wife really loved it, and we continuing the practice once we returned home. Those five nights with my wife’s best friend, opened the door for a few foursomes with other friends our age, for enemas and sex. The main course of the foursomes was taking and holding enemas, while having sexual intercourse.

When I was around 14 I had received a lot of enema's. Most of them I needed for medical purposes . I had a very cute bubble butt and according to my mother a very cute rose bud hole. So cute in fact she liked to give me multiple insertions with the eight ounce red enema bulb with the big black nozzles. She had them lined up along the edge of the sink which had warm Ivory soapy water in the basin . All of the nozzles were coated with Vaseline. The bathroom door had a full length mirror so once I was over my mothers lap I was able to see what she was doing so I made some mental notes to myself.

I noticed how she first coated her finger and spread my clenched tush with her thumb and forefinger to expose my cute rosebud hole. She spread the Vaseline around it and then firmly but gently pressed it into my rectum and bowels making sure everything was well lubed. She slid her finger out and picked up the first bulb. She ran the nozzle up and down my crack and then firmly but gently put it all the way in and then squeezed the liquid into my cute rosebud hole. She did that three more times which made one quart. By the time she was done I was ready to push the continence of my rectum and bowels into the toilet bowl. She helped me to my feet, lifted the lid where she was sitting and I quickly sat down. It took less then a minute for me to start the evacuation.

So when I started giving enema's to a few of my close friends, I followed my mothers method. Every one of them said they enjoyed it.

WOW! Another thread raised from the dead! I have found this to be fascinating reading! Thanks to all who have shared! If you've read any of my posts, you probably know that I was reared (yeah, double entendre!) on enemas from infancy as the only boy in a family of seven, six being women. Two of my three sisters were given enemas only as needed. My immediate senior sister and I seemed to share a tendency toward constipation, and eventually were placed on a twice weekly enema routine. We got enemas from Grandma, Mom, and Aunt Ruth. WWI took Grandpa, and WWII widowed Mom & Aunt Ruth (who lived next door). Sister Lisa and I agreed that we really preferred Aunt Ruth's enemas. They were administered lovingly, carefully and dare I say sensually. We both became klismos, and I think it was Ruth's enemas that “converted” us. Ruth saw that I really enjoyed her enemas, and by thetime I was 10 or 11, she quietly offered to give to me any time I asked. I passed her house (next door) on the way home from school, and frequently stopped by for “milk & cookies”. (That was our code for a nice, large, warm & soapy enema.) After a couple of years of a routine of a soapy & a rinse, she asked me if I would like for her to help me take larger enemas. Until then, I usually got 1 qt of soapy and 2 qts of rinse. I agreed, and over the next five years she gently worked me up to four quarts, which I held comfortably for 30 minutes. At 17, she surprised me by asking if I wanted to learn how to give good enemas. I said yes, and asked how . I was naked on the bathroom floor with 4 quarts of Ivory suds churning in me. She said after I had my rinse, she would show me. I finished releasing me SSE, and Ruth gave me my rinse. We never held our rinse enemas, and I rushed to finish releasing it. Ruth left the room toward the end of my release returned wearing her shorty bathrobe. She discussed the preparation, hanging the bag, and positioning the receiver. Then, she took her arms out and let her robe fall to the floor, saying, “Now it's time for you to practice giving!” Needless to say, my stiffie which normally disappeared as my enemas released suddenly came back to life. She talked me through giving her a 4 qt SSE and a rinse of equal volume.

Lisa and I had been sneaking enemas into each other for several years by then, but the very next time I gave to her she exclaimed about how much better did! I admitted that Aunt Ruth had been tutoring me, and she asked Ruth to teach her. I became the practice dummy, and Lisa was an excellent student. Ruth, Lisa and I became lifelong enemates Both have passed now, and I miss them (& their enemas) every day.

I guess you could say I learned the hard way. First as noted, its not rocket science, but you do have to be aware of what works and what doesn't. Having a back ground in science (cause and effect) you learn quickly about what details to pay attentions to. It also helped, that there is plenty of info about enemas on the web.

That being said, taking or giving an enema, with poor attention to details, is highly likely to result in the receiver never submitting to an enema again. I'm guessing over the years a lot of people were put in this position, and this has attributed to why enemas have died off in the mainstream public.

I learned from a nurse i was dating in college (it seems that nurses are often a kinky bunch) who taught methe art of giving. I gave her many enemas and she coached me on the skills she liked. Much later in life I began a long time affair (still going on) with my current GF also a nurse. It turns out she is a real artist with bag and nozzle and has taught me lots and I return the pleasure.

@sirensong whomever “he” is, he is a very lucky guy.

I learned from watching my mother. Lying on my back with my legs up as she held the bag in the air with one hand and the nozzle in my but with the other. I honed the technique on myself and was lucky enough to marry an anally erotic wife. She had intense orgasms lying on her back while the water gushed into her while I nibbled her clit.