Your best enema ever

This is a really tough one because picking a favourite implies one could possibly be better than the others. All I think have been amazing. Some have been alone and some with others, but I think my all time favourite had to be getting one from a girl I had been dating. I was in my late 20s I guess and she was pretty aggressive as women go which I guess was a bit of a turn on to start with. I got home one day and she was waiting for me at my house as my roommate had let her in.

She was sitting in my living room and asked me how my day was and I replied it was pretty good. she said something like "well I'm glad but I'll bet it can even better". She knew I was into enemas and we had shared them before both giving and receiving. But on this day she broke out a big red one gallon bag with what seemed to be a huge dildo like nozzle. She said follow me, and we retired to the bathroom and we both got naked and comfortable.

While she filled up the bag I thought "holy shit that's huge and there's no way I'm taking that". She knew that I started pretty much every day with 1-2 enemas in the morning so I was always pretty well cleaned out. But I had never really had more than 2 or maybe 3 quarts at most before so I was a little intimidated. She knew I loved dildos too though and this was now kind of the best of both worlds.

We got in the shower together and she washed me off real good head to toe. I washed her too to be fair and she had a pretty nice body as it goes so I was good enough with that. She told me to lay down in the tub and I laid back and reclined. She was really a tease and she rubbed her tits and ass all over me. I don't know whether it was her body or the sight of the enema bag that got me rock hard. Distracted by her I think I had kind of forgotten about the enema but was kind of surprised when she reached up, grabbed the enema and shoved the pretty good sized nozzle in my ass.

She opened up the enema and I remember just being mesmerized by the size of the bag as I watched it shrink as the water flowed in while she continued to tease me a little with her body. The enema felt great but at a certain point I think I told her that was probably enough. She started to stroke my cock slowly with her hand but what really blew my mind was she started to fuck my ass with the dildo nozzle. I really didn't know which one felt better, her stroking my cock, the dildo nozzle working in and out of my my ass, or the water going in.

My mind was kind of blown as this new combination was a first for me. To my surprise at a certain point I looked up and to my amazement the bag was empty and I felt full but certainly not as full as I thought I would be. We finished the day off with some nice sex afterward but I think maybe the "anal orgasm" from the enema and the dildo was probably as powerful as the other orgasm when we actually made love. We only dated for about another 6 months or so because unfortunately there are more to relationships than just sharing enemas. She was a really great person and it may not have worked out, but she sure fit the bill as a great enemate!

That's actually an easy one. When I was in the hospital for a hernia operation in the early 1950s part of the prep was shaving and an enema (which I didn't know until the morning of the operation). After an orderly shaved the area a very attractive nurse around 40 or so came in with an enamel can on a rolling stand and told me to lie on my back with my knees up. I had never had an enema in that position and it was embarrassing and I complained about having to get an enema for no good reason. She explained why and I can remember her saying we've spent too much time talking so get into that position. I was determined to act as if nothing would affect me, so I picked up the book I had been reading and opened it to my place while lying back. I felt her put the tube in and then saw her release the clamp out of the corner of my eye while trying to focus on the book.

Within moments I felt the strongest pressure and urge to go I had ever felt taking an enema. My mother had always given me plain water or baking soda enemas but this was very different and much less uncomfortable and I later learned it was extra strong soap suds. In any case it was only seconds until I couldn't focus on the book and asked her to please slow it down. She said we're just starting, we've already wasted too much time, so just take your enema, pretend to read your book, and take deep breaths if you need to. The enema seemed to go on forever and finally she said, alright it's all in, now you need to hold it for 5 minutes, shall I leave the tube in or out? I said I can't possibly hold it but you have to leave the tube in or there's no chance. She said, alright, but if you can't hold it it I'll have to give you a second enema. Somehow I made it through, but all of the sensations, the interaction with the nurse, and my nervousness over the operation were graphically fixed in my mind. It was also clear she knew exactly what I was thinking at every moment, and whether or not she enjoyed giving me the enema, I know she rather liked being in charge of me during the process.

@morten that is a seriously hot incident. I bet she knew exactly what she was doing. I think I'd have had difficulty in keeping things in check down below, if you get my meaning!

My best enema ever was probably a 3.5 litre Dr Bronners enema. I had really struggled with Dr B's for a while, never managing to hold

It for long, or even get the whole enema in before

I needed to release. Then one time I decided to just man up and deal with it.

I lay on my back in the tub, my legs over the edge, with the double balloon nozzle tightly inflated inside me. I was wearing black rubber stockings held up by an 8 strap black and white latex suspender belt and had a pair of 7 inch heel ankle boots laced on. Whilst most won't see why this is important, for me these are key fetish items and they really added to the experience.

I also had a rubber hood with eye, nose and mouth holes, a leather posture collar and a large ball gag and head harness. On my cock I had a black rubber cock and ball sheath. This kept me rock hard (like I needed any assistance) and also kept my cock stimulated by the tight rubber against my skin.

I'd filled the open top bag with warm solution, using a good couple of squirts of Dr B's peppermint and was now ready to receive. I used my tablet to load up a favourite website of mine to look at some stimulating images whilst I filled and to try and take my mind of the inevitable cramps. Then I released the clamp and lay back.

As I mentioned before, I had experienced some difficulty in holding Dr B's before but this time I was determined to take it and see it through to the bitter end, no matter how hard the cramps were or how desperate I was to release.

The cramps didn't take long to hit but I found that groaning into my gag (quite loudly) had a beneficial effect, possibly in the same way women in labour a trained to pant and groan. I knew the first part was to just get the whole bag in me and I watched it whilst running my nipples (a very erogenous area for me), begging it to hurry up and empty.

Eventually I heard the distinctive gurgle of the bag emptying and immediately clamped off the hose and started the timer for twenty minutes. I continued to flick through the pictures on the website on my tablet whilst groaning through the cramps. Several times I thought either the balloons or my ass were going to burst with the pressure the cramps were putting on the nozzle. There was a little leakage with a few of the cramps but the nozzle largely held strong. I had to be careful not to touch my cock too much as I knew I was on a hair trigger with all the stimulation and the tight rubber constricting it. I knew that if I came then any desire to keep going would be immediately lost and I would inevitably wimp out early.

Somehow, with a lot of grunting, nipple running and distraction from the images on the website I made it through to the alarm ringing. At this point I took a firm hold of my cock and began to play with myself in earnest, no longer concerned by any impending orgasm. I held off from orgasm until I was hit by another wave of cramps, at which point I drew myself over the point of no return and experienced one of the most satisfying orgasms of my life. As I was nearing the vinegar strokes I released the air from the balloons and allowed the enema to flow out and down into the plug hole.

I lay there for some time, revelling in the pleasure and hormones swimming through me. I was also delighted at my resilience and successful completion of my self assigned challenge.

Definitely the best enema I've had. What could make it better? If I was restrained by an attractive nurse who forced the same situation on me but took me even further past my known limits. If anyone fancies pushing my boundaries then let me know!

@Morten, your story reminds me of something similar. I was 14 and in the hospital for a hernia operation. As with you, an orderly shaved me and then I was given an enema by a student nurse who was probably.18 or 19. She had the enamel enema can with a longish rubber nozzle, maybe 12". I had received many enemas growing up but by this time in my life I was self administering and used enemas to heighten my orgasm when I masturbate. She had me roll onto my left side in the classic Simms position but my gown was completely pulled up exposing not only my teenaged butt but my newly shaven cock. Once she inserted the tube, all 12" of it and started the water, it was only a matter of time til I was hard and not much more time til I shot a teenaged load on the bed. She never let on that she noticed but there is no way in hell that she could have missed it. To this day, that's one of the very best enemas I've ever had (and I've had a great many since).

I had never asked my mother to give me an enema but I never complained when she told me me she needed to give me an enema,For that reason she enjoyed giving them to a non complaining child.After coming home from the hospital she realized I had been constipated while in the hospital. Very privately she announced that she wanted to give me an enema before I got dressed one morning. I was 11 years old an not sexually mature but realized and appreciated a naked women's butt.When I was ready I walked into the bathroom by mistake and she was fully naked filling the enema bag. She told me to go into the bed room and take off my panama. bottoms, She then appeared in the bedroom with a robe on carrying a full enema bag, a Vaseline jar, and a towel.. the thought of her giving me an enema and her naked butt really aroused me not understanding it's significance. That probably was the start of the enema fetish.

I had many great enemas from my Mother and later on my own. The BEST, though, was the first one given as a sexual act. It was in the early stages of my relationship with someone who became my life long FWB. We were at a motel playing around and were getting comfortable with express our various kinks.I told her of my love of enemas and she said next time bring your bag and stuff. She gave me a 2 quart first fill and she was really enjoying herself. I wanted to expel in private but she said NO, we have to do everything we like together. I was embarrassed but I did. Man she was fascinated and rubbed herself to an orgasm. She then had lay on my back in the bathroom floor. gave me half a bag while playing with me and herself. She climbed on top, put my dick inside her and slowly gave me the rest of the bag, while gently fucking me. after a bit, she was in a frenzy of sex and began to fuck me hard and fast, and cumming herself.The orgasm I had was the best ever, before or since. I never felt anything like that. She wouldn't quit and continued to fuck me like a possessed woman.rocking hard with all her might and forcing me to spray water all over the floor until I was to soft to screw anymore. She helped me up and while I was expelling into the toilet, she sat straddled on my lap and we made out like teenagers. That my friends, was my best enema ever. 33 years later we are still the best fuck buddies, I love this woman.

The latest one is always the best one, as my wife gets more into the role of giver. We now take more time in the arousal stage of giving - getting the bag ready, lubing and insertion - than we used to. She sees and hears how much I like her nozzle wiggles and pumps on the Higginson and how she can control those. She also knows what the end result for her is, which is an equal turn on for her.

The one that comes to mind was an extended session with a Domme equipped with a gallon bag and a latex double balloon catheter, my first experience with either. She had a dungeon set up in her garage, and a flash plate steel table was my designated receiving station. Naturally she wore a "Nurse Evil" black shiny PVC outfit with sheer black nylons with the seams that ran up the back and 5" stiletto heels. I wanted to fall to my knees and masturbate when I saw her, but of course I wasn't given the permission to do so...

She made me lay down on the table on my back, naked, and she lifted and spread my legs and proceeded to insert and inflate the double balloon catheter, which was a real attention getter, I must say. The sensation of feeling like I had a football lodged in my ass while my bowels slowly filled with hot soapy water was so deliciously helpless and panicky I almost peed myself. Naturally as I got fuller the cramps set in, and I began to bear down uncontrollably. The balloon was safe and snug, so it wasn't going anywhere but there was that fear that I would blow it out and soil her dungeon, and I would be punished (and made to clean it up of course). Finally the entire gallon was inside me, and she ordered me upstairs to the bathroom while I held the catheter's hose pinched shut. I waddled up the stairs and sat down on the throne after She gave me permission. She released the pressure in the balloons and KA-WHOOSHI started what had to be a good fifteen minute non-stop butt trumpet evacuation. I felt like crying it was so exquisitely degrading and subjugating. After I finished up, other fun started up but that's the subject for another post...

On further recollection, aside from the three I posted earlier on this thread, I also had another very memorable enema orgasm. During med school one day alone in my mid-30's I had a good deal of time available so I dressed in one of my neoprene rubber SCUBA wetsuits, hood, mask, gloves and tall rubber sneakers and lay down on the bathroom rug. I put in a nice stimulating fat enema nozzle and started 2-3 quarts of saline running into me. I just experienced the filling with various periods of just enjoying the flow and massage mixed with some masturbation but holding off on an orgasm. Once the whole 2-3 q was filling me, I laid back just to enjoy all the kink sensations of full belly under snug rubber suit, sneakers, hood and mask and anus full of nozzle, all accentuating my arousal. I masturbated a bit more but decided to hold off until I emptied as I had a fairly fat nozzle in but wasn't sure if it would let me hold the enema during the strong orgasm contractions. I waddled up off the floor to slowly sit on the commode with my rubber pants pulled down enough to evacuate. I became so aroused by all the rubber, enema and evacuation that I started masturbating and had a long intense orgasm while still evacuating. The combination of the orgasm during active evacuation dressed in my kink gear was one of the strongest most memorable orgasms of my life. It felt a bit like a double orgasm, spurting one fluid out the front while spurting a larger volume of a different fluid out the back. Fantastic.

Eric

I believe I've posted this before, but it's time to post it again.......my best enema ever was my last one, but I do believe the next one may surpass the last......

I've enjoyed many pleasurable enemas over the years, but to be honest, I'm still dreaming about my best one with a female enamate who is into enemas as much as I am. Maybe someday.

The one I haven't had yet. That's why I keep doing it and seeking partners.

The others have all been mostly great, but I know that the best ever is still out there waiting for me to find it.

Want to help me explore ?

Enematically

Steve

The first time I broke the four quart barrier was pretty awesome.

Frankly, I thought four quarts was unachievable (and I was fine with that). For the better part of 20 years I had been taking 3, 3.5 quarts and felt pretty full and petty confident I was at capacity.

Then, I had an experience with a kind, wonderful, caring, but dominant woman who was pretty stubborn about her beliefs regarding enemas.

So, after one of the harder spankings I can remember receiving (one of her beliefs... enemas always follow good hard spankings) we got down to a hot, soapy enema administered with a decent sized retention nozzle. And, about 3 quarts, I was pretty much full and pretty much announced it. And, sweetly as pie she let me use the bathroom.

But, when I came back, we started all over again... right from the start. This time the spanking was truly blistering... when you were last spanked was, in her book, irrelevant. And, she sweetly whispered "I really hope we can take it all this time". Close but not quite.

The third time was the charm. While by then the spanking was nearly unbearable, "nearly" is a big word. And, while there we a couple of brief pauses, by now things were pretty clean, and we got it all -- four quarts of fairly hot, fairly soapy water in. The came the retention. She left me bound for 15 minutes with the incessant ticking of an old school oven timer keeping time. Only after that did she manually bring me to orgasm. It didn't take long at that point, but she certainly didn't rush. Then, and only then, did I get to expel.

A good time was had by all.

I mentioned it earlier, but like pmoi, my first and especially second 4 quarters were especially memorable. The first was exciting but brief, about 10 minutes. The next day I very comfortably reached 4 quarts again and just wallowed around on my back, savoring the pressure and distention to the point where I fell asleep while timing myself. I wound up asleep for probably a half hour and my total retention was over an hour. Fortunately I was stuffed with a highly inflated latex DBC and didn't leak. I think the catheter balloons also made me feel comfortable enough to doze off. Since I love being submissive during enemas (fantasy Domme on that occasion), the large distention and water moving around as I slowly and awkwardly somehow managed to roll over and finally get up to barely waddle kneeling to the commode was deliciously humiliating. I was so full I had to wait to orgasm until I was on the commode releasing the 4 quart torrent out the back, which was extremely intense, humiliating and satisfying. I'll never forget that one. Fantastic - what a memory.

Eric

They say your first is always memorable.. for me it was my first enema orgasm. over my grandmas lap at age 12. it wasnt my first orgasm but certainly one of the most memorable and certainly the one i think about even almost 30 years later.

My best enema session I have had to date was an outdoor enema I took this past summer on my back porch, The sun was warm and the water was cool. Very relaxing and stimulating.

My best enema happened a couple years ago - shortly after purchasing my first bag and embracing enemas as a regular practice.

An overnight snow storm had dumped several inches of snow followed by temperatures dropping into the teens. On Saturdays, my wife had a ritual of taking her mom to town so they could do their weekly shopping. I decided I would clean off our vehicles and use the snowblower on the driveway before anyone drove on it and packed it down.

I had been wanting to try a coffee enema and this seemed like a good opportunity, so while my wife took her shower, I made a full pot of strong coffee. When it was done, I poured the entire pot into a gallon jug and took it upstairs to cool. Then I put another pot on to brew so I would have some to drink - and out into the cold I went.

By the time I finished, my wife had gotten ready and headed out for the day. I took off the heavy layers of clothes and slipped back into my flannel lounge pants and headed upstairs with a hot cup of coffee. I poured the coffee I had set aside into my bag, surprised at how hot it still was. With some room to spare in the bag and me with an urgent need to pee, I decided to top off the bag by slipping the end of my cock in the opening and letting go. The feel of the humid vapors rising from the bag was very soothing and arousing. As I relaxed and the urine flowed, I started to worry that I may have to cut short - but the last dribbles brought it right up to the brim.

I knew I needed to retain the coffee enema to get the full effect, so I decided I would use a glass butt plug as a retention aid. I must admit, I was getting pretty aroused by the entire process. I laid the plug in the sink and turned on a slow trickle of hot water to heat it up while I did my enema. I selected a douche nozzle and lubed my butt hole with some cocoa butter vaseline. As soon as I released the clamp I realized that I may have underestimated the temperature. The coffee was still quite hot as it entered my rectum and flowed across my prostate. While it was hot - I decided it wasn't so hot as to cause me harm so I proceeded cautiously. The hot liquid had my prostate pulsing in strong contractions and my cock stiffened and for a minute I thought I was going to shoot a load. A few soothing strokes on my cock calmed it down and I began to adjust to the initial shock of the temperature and I could now feel the warmth deep in my bowels. I look up to check my progress just as the last bit was emptying and the bag's walls collapsed against themselves.

I carefully stood up and took the glass plug, now nice and hot, and coated with the cocoa butter vaseline and slowly and carefully squeezed it into my ass. My cock surged as the bulb of the plug passed my sphincter and it sank perfectly into place.

I used a towel to pat dry - put my flannel pants back on and spent nearly an hour relaxing and chatting with friends here on zity. The warmth of the coffee reaching every cell in my body was a wonderful contrast to the bitter cold I had been in earlier. To my surprise, as the coffee soaked in I was taken over by a profound since of calm and relaxation. By the time it was over and I had expelled and cleaned up - it felt like all was right in the world.

I was given enemas as a small child. I didn't like or dislike them. They were a fact of life. After 40 years I decided to try enemas myself.

Those early years of adult enemas were the best of my life!! They were extremely pleasurable! Once I got the desire for an enema nothing would quell it except a good series. I would tingle with anticipation as I prepared the solution. I focused on enjoying every part of the enema: the sliding in of the lubbed nozzle, the first sensation of the warm solution entering my body, the pleasant feeling of fullness, and of course, the feeling of lightness and energy afterwards. Sometimes I would, with great pleasure, induldge in an afternoon of 4 or 5 such enemas!

I don't know that it was the best, but it was the most memorable. I was 15 and Sis was 17. It was summer and we were both home alone for the week. Mom and Aunt Rachel were away at some sort of sorority convention, and our cousins were by themselves, too. All four of us had become anally erotic by the time we were 14. We decided to have our own e-fest, although we didn't call it that. We didn't call it anything, but an e-fest it was. Cousin Eloise brewed a strong tea from senna leaf and cascara sagrada bark powder. We all drank a cup of the strong laxative tea before breakfast. All four of us had drank this tea frequently, because Sis had found the recipe, and we found it had a pleasant taste, and we really liked how it felt as it worked, how fast it worked, and what it made us do. It caused a large BM, the consistency of a thick milk shake. This day, after we all began to feel the effects of our laxatives, Cousin Elaine said, "Let's share our enemas." We all looked perplexed, and Elaine continued, "Let's use Grandma's old potty chair when we have to go." (When our late Grandmother became to feeble to get around, they put an adult potty chair in her room. Elaine was suggesting we release into it. It seemed like a nasty, naughty thing to do, so we decided to try it.

The original idea was for each of us to use the chair, and everyone else to watch, then inspect the results, like Mom and Rachel did. As the youngest, I went first. The girls all watched me poop, then each inspected the plastic tub I had filled. Sis was about to toss it in the toilet when Eloise stopped her. The three girls whispered together, then giggled. Sis said, we're all going to use the same bowl. And so, each girl, as her laxative moved her, used Gram's potty chair. The plastic bowl was about half full of our poop. When Elaine finished on the potty, Sis removed the pot, and added a quart of very warm water, stirring the slurry into a thick soup.

We all watched as she poured some into an adult douche bulb. She said, "Who's going first?" Everyone looked around, and finally, They chose me, as the youngest and only boy. I reluctantly went over Elaine's lap, and felt her lubed finger penetrate deeply into me. She withdrew her finger, then thrust the large douche nozzle into my lubed orifice. Elaine said, "Ready?" and I timidly responded, "I,I,I guess so.." I immediately felt the warm thick mixture flow into me. She asked, "How many do I give him?"

They all answered, like a chorus, "Just one, let's all give each one one bulb from each." And so, I was passed from Elaine to Sis, then to Eloise, getting one bulb from each. Elaine went next, then Sis, and finally Eloise. All finished, we all had three bulbs of our mixed fecal slurry, or roughly 33 ounces each.

We all held the mixture over an hour. It was what we had in us to start with, and actually felt good inside. Of course, It still had a lot of the laxative in it, and one by one, we had to release it. The whole exercise seemed deliciously naughty and nasty to us, and we reveled in what we had done. By that night, we all had cramps, and spent the entire night with bad diarrhea. By the next day, we were feeling OK, but our rectal temps showed 2-3 degrees of fever. This subsided over the next 24 hours, and we were fine. After that, we never had to worry about cross contamination.

Looking back, we were lucky that none of us had any diseases. And this was long before herpes or HIV. Still, we could have really gotten sick. Although we all talked about that day for many years, Mom nor Rachel ever knew, and this is the first time it has been out of that circle of cousins.

OK, I was reading the story in #112 and having fun putting myself in place of one of the girls, until you got to the part about injecting everybody's poop. I think you all would have had more fun just taking turns giving each other a few rounds of regular enemas. You probably would have felt better after also, rather than being sick all night.

@ cheryll77177 Well, it was worth it! We have played off and on for 57 years now, and never had to worry about cross-contamination. We can share nozzles or split a bag of solution and not worry about any back flow in the hose. Sis and I only have one set of gear, and the three of us intentionally do an implant quarterly, just to avoid illness.

I don't know about the, "Best Ever!" I can easily name the worst one or two. As I remember it, I was in the hospital a year and a half ago for a one week stay. During that time, I became constipated and requested an enema. I was told by a staff nurse that enemas required a prescription and she would inform the doctor. That was on a Tuesday. I renewed my request on Wednesday and Thursday and was slated for discharge on Friday. On Friday, I was told that I was required to have a bowel movement before discharge as required by hospital policy/law. Happy day!! Well, maybe not so happy. When I asked why I couldn't have had my enema PRN, I was told that the decision against that procedure was made by the Physician's Assistant in charge and my request was denied because enemas are habit forming and I could become addicted! ADDICTED?? I am seventy five years old and have taken enemas since I was three. I have taken an enema a day for the last thirty-five or more years. My Jug Bag was in my room closet. I asked them several times during my stay to use it on me and they refused. Friday I was to be discharged without defecating and the rules/laws said that I had to discharge feces to go home.

"Nurse Carol" was to administer an enema. Nurse Carol was inept, incompetent and clumsy. Those were her best qualifications! I do not believe that she had ever administered nor received an enema to herself. She certainly was not going to listen to any instructions from me. I told her that a normal enema for me would be 4K cubic centimeters at a temperature of 105F. I also told her that I preferred the use of my Jugbag because it had a colon tube and adequate liquid volume. I was ignored and the travisty proceeded. No water proof sheet or barrier was put upon the bed and we were going to fly dangerouly. She, with her Aid, brought on a 1500CC disposable and a pitcher of water. The syringe was hung from a T pole approximately five feet above the point of injection. That calculates out to be approximately 2.5 psig and one fast enema. To make sure that the enema tube was long enough, she stretched across the bed and put the nozzle into the comode. Yep! It was long enough! Approximately a quart and a half of water was then pored into the syringe. At least she had closed the clamp. After a half dozen attempts to insert the nozzle, she asked me to do it after I lubricated it, I put the nozzle in with no problem. The clamp was then opened and water that felt like ten degrees Kelvin flowed into my now crampy colon. The nozzle was removed and then they remembered about the water proof sheet! What a mess! I made it to the commode and emptied in about thirty seconds of cold water only but that was enough to get sprung from the hospiital and Nurse Carol...

K2MMW - you're not going to get 4 liters, and you're not going to get a colon tube. Look at Azdiane's husband's experience to see why. They are also unlikely to use anything you bring because they don't know how clean it is. They have reasons for that.

Curious if you brought your equipment with you why didn't you just do yourself? It would have been a much more pleasant enema.

I brought my own but could not use it myself because I had a fractured right humorus and surgery. I was quite debilitated. Self administration was ruled out because of hospital rules and my inability to perform it for myself. However, when I arrived home, I took several enemas and colonic from my machine. My normal routine was established once again. The colon tube really was not an issue because it would have been a dangerous instrument of death in the hands of Nurse Carol. Believe me when I say that I know a good nurse when I see one. I married a charge nurse and lived with her for 36 years until her death. My wife would have fired Nurse Carol. The same goes for our Switchable Suie who wouldn't have let Carol through the door.

This is a very interesting tread!

It is difficult to answer, as every enema is good for people who love them.

Leave out the enemas I have administered, which are also very pleasurable, but are not the topic of discussion here, I would divide them in different categories (based on my experience of course):

1. self administered;

2. administered by real nurses;

3. administered by mistresses;

4. administered by mistresses who are also real nurses.

If I really have to pick one it would be one belonging to the 4th category. It was administered in July 2010 by Mistress Kendra Black (now retired) at http://www.studio-sm-art.de/ when I visited Köln, in Germany.

She gave me four large volume enemas, 2 litres each. The first one was actually just 1.5 litres administered with a gravity bag and a short nozzle. It was just to start the clean out. The memorable one was the second. She added some mild peppermint soap to the enema for a very cleansing solution. She said: "If you take it all this will really clean you out!". She used a CH28 colon tube, 40 cm long, fully inserted into my rectum. Why was it so memorable? Well, she positioned me on my right side. That was strange enough as I always thought enemas should be taken laying on the left side. But I think that the colon tube was so deeply in (and she slides in really effortlessly, I barely felt it) that the soapy solution was probably injected directly into the traverse colon. Because of that (and the colon being partially cleaned by the previous enema) I did not feel any pressure or discomfort or urge to evacuate. It just went in very easily and slowly and sweetly. I was able to retain it for a few minutes. Then when evacuating it wen out just like a fountain! No effort at all: just coming out from the depth of my intestine cleaning everything inside. Just like she told me, and with a fresh feeling to my anus due to the peppermint.

For people who are used to take very strong solutions and very high volumes this might sound not a great story. But for me it was just a perfect large and deep enema, administered by a real professional nurse who knew what she was doing and at the same time wanted to please me (like a mistress) and to clean me out (like a real nurse). It was just fantastic!

I had a lady that took me under her wing and eventually let me use her to learn how to give erotic enemas. I have given a lot since that day but that first one was special and really opened up my eyes. That is detailed in one of my stories posted here.

It‘s difficult to decide but I had some memorable experiences. They are all firsts:

1. Giving myself the first enema with the big red bulb syringe and the thick douche nozzle, I found under the sink at home. I was about 10 years old. Of course it was a soap suds enema made in the sink.

2. Years later I found an old style enema white can with a colon tube. That felling of the colon tube invading me and then the warm soapy solution hitting my poor colon. Heaven.

3. When I moved to the US I got one of those open top monster bags which could hold at least four quarts. That combined with a long colon tube.

4. But the absolute best is still the first time my girlfriend gave me a taste of my own medicine, which I had administered to her on many occasions. Now it was payback time and she enjoyed being in control of me for a change. After that she put me down on a spanking bench and spanked me and then put her strap on to good use. Wunderbar. Looking forward to having a repeat performance pretty soon.

I don't think I can say I remember a "That was the best enema I've ever had" moment. Although I am sure that it was probably one from my wife and there have been plenty.

She is an absolutely great enema giver when she herself is in the mood to take her time and really make it fun.

A best enema I'm sure involved some sort of role play where she got me excited/nervous about it way ahead of time so there is a lot of anticipation and I'm all worked up way before anything even happens.

All I need to know is I'm in trouble and will be punished, I can squirm and whine all I want but I'm staying strapped down to the bed as long as she says so and it is likely it isn't till that giant bag of soapsuds is in my churning and crampy tummy.

The one and only time I did six quarts. I did a 2 quart soap suds. Then a 4 quart rinse waited about twenty minutes after the 4 quart expell and took 6 quarts of warms water with no issue at all. It went in so smooth and there was almost no pressure from it. It was a breeze to take and to expell. I wish all my enemas were like that.

In 2 cases with different ladies they mad me come will holding the 2nd bag

Both was very intense one was with nurse jill custom made aluminum nozzle

Im getting hard just thinking about this 2 enemas sessions