I'll get to my favorite part in a minute, but let me just go through the enema experiences I've had over the past few days because I'm giddy over it. I've had a fetish for enemas and colonics for 19 years, since I was 17, and only on Friday did I discover that I like enemas. I'll explain. My fetish for enemas has mainly been one of fantasy, primarily of a woman (particularly famous women), receiving colonics and enemas. The urge to have them myself has been tempered by fear over possible side effects. I'm desperate for a colonic, and had two poorly performed gravity colonics in '99 and '00 (the exhaust was not clamped during filling, allowing water to go out instead of in me; I felt nothing). Since then I've become aware of the very real dangers of colonics, even though I'm seriously considering disregarding them and getting one. I didn't have my first bag enema until 2008. Since I didn't use salt, I was left with a bizarre and alarming light-headedness which scared me off from that much further exploration aside from an occasional one quart or less injection with salt. Beyond that, though, enemas just haven't wowed me. The pressure wasn't that great and overall it just didn't do it for me. Prior to a few weeks ago, I hadn't had an enema in probably close to two years.
I decided to try it again and, instead of using the old red rubber bag I had, I purchased a clear "disposable" 1.5-quart enema bag, the kind with the hose attached and a soap packet (I've been scared away from using the soap due to the possibility of destroying intestinal cells). I used room temperature bottled water, and the first one I had caused a little too much anal leakage and fussing around to be wholly enjoyable. This Friday I decided to try a two-enema series, and I discovered what I had been doing wrong in my previous sessions. During my first enema in 2008 and the subsequent ones, I thought you had to let in only a little water at a time to avoid cramping. However, this caused the filling to be too gradual to notice, leading to a lack of sensation and satisfaction. The other day, though, I took the enemas in two clips, and I only clamped it off because the leakage at my anus was becoming bothersome and I had to give it a chance to settle down. Also, I used salt to prevent absorption, and it worked great. Unlike a lot of people who report cramping during the filling, I have never had any during a single enema I've done, and this is what allowed me to take so much at one clip. The first filling on Friday I did on my side, and as I neared the big fill I felt full but very much like I did on previous enemas. The volume of 1.5 quarts, however, was just right for me -- not too much, not too little.
For the second one I switched to my back with my legs bent, and this is what made the difference. Again I had to stop a third of the way through to unsuccessfully assuage the anal pressure which was probably a product of the fact that the tube has a whole both at the tip and about an inch and a half down on the side, which may have allowed a flow of water to go backwards in my rectum. When I dealt with that as much as I could, I restarted the flow and didn't clamp it again. The sensation I felt from then on would be my "favorite part" and something I had not experienced before during my few enemas. As I lay breathing calmly, with my pulse rate low, but still trying to occasionally clench my anus to keep water in, I filled, and the pressure mounted. My breathing caused my abdomen to go up and down, and as the water came in, the weight and pressure deliciously increased. Unlike with the rubber bag, I could watch the level of the water, which was tantalizing and allowed me to know better where I was at. As the water entered the last third of its volume, I could feel the enema crawling inside me and cozying up. It felt like the water was giving my insides a big hug . . . just amazing. As the last cup or so entered me, the pressure kept mounting and spreading along and up my abdomen until my breathing and the rising and dropping of the abdomen was working against the weight of the enema, and it was harder to get it going up and down like in regular breathing. Before it became uncomfortable whatsoever, the last drops went down the hose. I lay for a few moments fascinated at my slightly swollen belly before getting up, looking at it again, and defecating (not much came out, but that's not unusual for me). On Saturday, having been on a high from that Friday series, I tried it again, and the pressure was similarly delicious, though I had even more trouble with anal pressure, something that a fatter or retention nozzle would of course remedy.
After the filling, I tried to lay for as long as possible marveling at it until I got some faint cramps that were the enema telling me that it was time for us to part ways. So now my abdomen feels like it's had a workout. I'm tempted to segue this into getting a machine, closed-system colonic like I've been considering, but the fact that salt isn't used is really keeping me away from it. Even more than that, though, I would like to give a woman an enema, possibly introduce her to it. I almost had that opportunity recently, but the woman turned out to be a total flake who had real personal problems. It would be enthralling to instruct a woman to have the same experience I had and watch her as the pressure and weight mount in her body.