One simply avoided risk with extension tubes and nozzles that have the tubing>nozzle junction totally in one's body is a disconnect= losing it.
Simply tie Dental Floss around the base of that nozzle and on the tubing's bag ward side of that junction. Use good knots of course and allow for slippage potential. A wonderful paranoia reducer is allowing the free end of that floss to continue safely out of you.
Caution in removal using that floss is indicated as it's a serious cut risk. Think of a paper cut in so sensitive highly vascular area and cringe properly. As it's an avoidable injury one does NOT want.
I had retrieval issues with a colon tube in my mid teens when I first began using them. It did NOT come out with the Chamomile tea enema I'd had in me maybe half an hour. Chamomile blamed- or thanked? Well, the tying to hose trick might have prevented all that followed.. cheated me of it?.
Heh.. anyways, Tube had been worked deeply in me- only ten inch shortybug but I got maybe that much of bag hose in me. Including of course thence having the hose and nozzle it was slipped over- that deep in me when it disconnected from my delightful rolling side to side as I filled. Replicating the lovely directions to do so and soon.
The moment of pulling the hose out and not seeing the colon tube attached was simply indescribable despite my many attempts to do so for MYSELF. As it came before I did. Literally. I'd planned to do some toy riding later in the day so simply did not allow my self an orgasm.
All my efforts mental and physical became devoted to getting that tube safely out. And it became sort of obvious as to my best self rescue. Since the tube came off the nozzle leaving "only" a presumably safe rubber tube end in me unlikely to perforate me.
At age mumbleteen it's a bit hard to stay focused. Or harder not to? But going to anyone else for "help" was unthinkable then.
Well? there WAS a short list of women I'd considered and yeah- fantasies of this reality persist. Someday to be a story? Based on an alternate ending to this. They still are burbling in my backbrain as I share the more boring reality report. Of getting my tube out and ending the worry.
The efforts to get it out and stop worrying included going for that fourth quart and holding it beyond what I'd usually do to myself. Hoping some good cramping-that elaborate technical medical term "enhanced peristaltic contractions" would get it out. It did.
I added one more Bittersweet dense indelible event memory that day. It was filed as a "Learning Experience" for me.
Pleasure becoming worry approaching moments of panic. And the calm self-rescue mode's endorphin glow reinforced by it being amped up from the cramp induced orgasm.
Four Quarts of HOT water with Four soap packets and it took maybe 5 whole minutes to begin wrenching my whole abdomen way past not fun into and over the top. The orgasm of sensory meltdown.
Giggling silly at it being one of my earliest no genital contact orgasms involving that much pain. And the relief at seeing colon tube red in bottom of that tub instead of blood still resonates deeply.
I sometimes wonder if these "Learning Experiences" alter us deeper than we grasp at the time?