I certainly do that! I have spent years planning and building the most cnvenient gear, and planning the optimum procedure for the greatest enjoyment!
Two preliminaries greatly improve my enjoyment. First, a nasal decongestant spray is helpful, since I find I get a blocked nose while holding. Next, a good swig of antacid liquid, because the pressure of holding a large enema can produce gastric reflux. Finally, I do what has to be done to get all the gas I can out of my colon. Since I'm over 70. that usually means gettiong into the knee elbow pose and holding it while several large farts come rollng out. Ah! That's better.
Since I like the feeling of a full rectum, I insert the inflatable nozzle before I begin, or my big colon tube with its retainer sleeve. That's more fun to work deep inside me than the plain nozzle. Both items have female garden quick connectors that snap on to the coming hose. Because both need a clean rectum in order to seal properly, I first use a large bulb syringe to empty it. Then comes the delicious, slow, sensual inflation up to a point shere I'm sure the bulb of the cuff complely fills my rectum.
Next is to mix up the soap suds. We're in the bathroom, where I will take my enema. Into my graduated bucket goes a large cupful of powdered soap (I can buy pure soap powder in the supermarket) and two dessert spoonsful of salt. Add the water: first hot, to help dissolve the powder, then cold to get the temperature right. All the time I can feel that tight, tingly fullness in my bum! Right, that's 4 1/2 litres. Ooh, I can almost feel the coming fullness!
Bend over (Mmmm!) and get from my enema bag the hook to hang the bucket up. Hang it over the shower rail and hoist the bucket into position. Into the bucket goes the siphon tube with its male quick connector. Bend over the bag again (oooh!) and get the special hose connector. This replaces the standard aerator nozzle on a bathroom basin tap (= sink faucet, US) with a garden hose male quick connector. Get out the enema hose (ah, the anticipation!). This has female quick connectors on both ends, both non-return types. To the delivery end I fit the hose shut-off valve (standard garden type with two male quick connectors) and open it. I plug the other end into the special tap adaptor and run hot water into the hose to flush the air out of it. When the delvery end valve is spouting a steady stream without bubbles, I shut off the water and close the valve.
The filled hose won't leak at all, and I can carry it to connect it to the siphon end on the bucket. I briefly open the valve and allow the hot water in the hose to drain out and draw soap suds from the bucket. When the bubbles stop, I shut the valve. We're good to go!
Lastly, I need to be comfortable. I borrow a few cushions, lay out my big bath towel (double) on the floor and put the cushions at its head. Lying down on my back, I can see the translucent bucket above me with its litre graduation marks on the die nearest me. all I have to do is reach for the free end of the hose and snap it into the nozzle or the tube in my bum. With a sigh I open the valve to halfway and settle back to enjoy the fill. I'll prpobably have to stop after two litres with the nozzle to ease some cramps; but with the colon tube I can often go all the way without a problem. Oh, but there are few pleasures like feeling the warm fullness pressing upwards and outwards, more and deliciously more! I can watch the level in the bucket drop and drop and enjoy every moment. Finally comes the gurgle in the tilting bucket that tells me the siphon has drained all but the hose contents. I can watch the hose, too; and see the liquid level fall through its transparent plastic. It usually stops when it's still about 380 mm (1' 3") above my head. Wow! is that the pressure I'm holding? No wonder my abdomen feels stretched like a drum. It's time to disconnect the hose. First I shut the valve and then unsnap the connector. A few drops of soap suds do spill, but easily mopped.
Now I settle down to wait out my holding time, without changing position. I can watch the waves of colon movement chase each other across my abbdomen - more than interesting. The first cramp will be along in about 4-6 mintues, and I pant my way through it. By 10 minutes, I'll have had three, and they get more painful (but, as so many have noted, it hurts SO good!). Finally, perhaps in 13 minutes, I really can't do this any more. I stagger to my feet and find the small machine screw I use to release the air in the inflatable. Unhooking the bucket from the hose and removing the siphon tube, I put the bucket in the shower cubicle to expel into it. Threre's a double reason for this: first, with that much soap suds in me, plus the ejection of the colon tube, the toilet often can't handle things - messy. If there's a mess in the shower i can simply wash it down the drain. Second, I get to measure what came out of me against what went in! Believe me, more comes out than went in, even with an empty bowel, because of the salt.
I squat over my bucket (it has a nice, comfortable rim) while at least four waves of expulsion pass over me, and enjoy every one. The pleasures of a good bowel movement are highly underrated; an enema expulsion just magnifies them greatly. The last will be almost as much as the first rush, emptying my caecum of the 'mud' that lives there. Ahh! Now I feel empty.
But there's more pleasure to come. I may be empty, but there's still soap inside me. A rinse enema is called for! Since my colon is now quite empty, this can be impressive. I empty the bucket carefully into the toilet, rinse it, refill it with 9 litres of warm water and hoist it up again. For this one, I don't use the colon tube, and I take it in the knee elbow position in the shower. I can almost always get 7 litres in, sometimes a bit more before I'm defeated by sheer pressure. There's no holding this one! Immediate release directly on to the shower floor is called for. I don't think I could make it to the toilet without great risk! It comes out in two rushes; the first, violent but briefer, followed by a longish lull and the second a sustained flow that seems to go on forever. Finally, relaxed and spent, I can stand up and enjoy a warm shower while the last few squirts emerge.
What's not to enjoy?
Johnny