Hotel Enemas

On the night I married my second wife (the kinky one) we spent the whole wedding night in our hotel room (OK, bridal suite) giving each other enemas while we consummated the marriage! I know that we broke-in every piece of furniture in that suite at least once, and the bed several times. Although some thirty-six years ago, I remember that night like it happened last weekend! Too bad my third wife is so vanilla that she has only had one enema in almost eighteen years (and she didn't like it), while on the other hand I have had somewhere over four thousand and counting . . . . . . Oh, how I do sometimes miss the good old days with my second wife, in the four years we were married, we probably racked up over a thousand enemas together, not to mention all the other kinky stuff we were into!

I used to travel a lot more than now - In a strange city where I knew no one it never bothered me to buy a new kit at a local Walgreens or other drugstore. I'd first check out the bathroom amenities - to see if there was a way to fill myself by unscrewing a handheld shower head or something else. If not - I could always buy the new bag. After all the fills and expulsions in the toilet, in the tub, even in the lavatory, when it was time to leave, I'd simply "hide" the kit under the bed or under the mattress - sometimes behind a night stand or at the back of the uppermost shelf of the closet or armoire. Then it was fun to fantasize about the shock, embarrassment, bemusement, glee - that subsequent guests might feel upon finding it - and imagine what they'd do with it. If staying several days, it was also fun to throw away the box in the room trash, but I always kept the kit locked in my suitcase.. I probably lost out on some opportunities of having the maids find the kit drying in the bathroom.. It might have led to "something"..

I never found another "used" kit, most typically I'd find girlie mags or local adult ads, and just once - a slightly slippery vibrator in the rear of the nightstand drawer, tucked behind the ever-present Gideon's Bible.

I have enjoyed hotel enemas for around 50 years, and never thought to use the ironing board to hang the bag. Hotel folks know that people take enemas on their beds and they often attempt to make it difficult. Sometimes there is no picture over the bed or it's too low. The bedside lamps are almost always too low. The ironing board is just right.

A few times, I've bought a bag in a strange town and hidden it in the room when I'm done. I've never found anything is a room other than a few porn magazines.

I used to travel for work all the time, basically commuting home on weekends. I almost always did either daily or every other day enemas. Always checked a bag for flights that contained all my stuff. It was always a nice way to relax and to keep the system working properly (life on the road can be a real PITA for your digestive system).

I flew heavy cargo jet in the USAF for a 15 years, and always had a folding travel bag. Being "Crew" customs was never a thought non issue. I personly have taken enemas on 6 continents. Thinking back reading this thread, I guess the reason I missed Antarctica was that I was never there longer than 3 1/2 hours, no over nights. My experience living out of a suit case was that the Japanese own hotels throught out the world always apeared to have a random hook in the bathroom that was perfect and had no other reasonable purpose .

I flew heavy cargo jet in the USAF for a 15 years, and always had a folding travel bag. Being "Crew" customs was never a thought non issue. I personly have taken enemas on 6 continents. Thinking back reading this thread, I guess the reason I missed Antarctica was that I was never there longer than 3 1/2 hours, no over nights. My experience living out of a suit case was that the Japanese own hotels throught out the world always apeared to have a random hook in the bathroom that was perfect and had no other reasonable purpose .

I noticed the same thing when I was in Japan. A couple of hotels in Europe had similar hooks as well.

My new favorite hotel for enemas is Embassy Suites. There is a small wet bar with a deep sink and tall faucet that is perfect for filling enema bags.

I used to travel quite a bit for business and I never left home without my equipment. The first thing I did after I dropped my bags in the hotel room was to checkout the bathroom and see how "enema friendly" it was always looking for the best place to find the all important hooking point. Some were better than others.

One of my most memorable enema hooking setups came while I was in a boutique hotel in South Beach Miami. There were no hooks of any sort in the bathroom. Then I viewed this funky floor lamp about 5 feet tall- perfect! I laid on the bed and filled myself with erotic pleasures.

Prov1: Lucky thew lamp didn't topple over!

Water and electricity don't mix ! That's a lot of weight to be up that high on something not engineered to be off balance!!

My wife asked me to bring an enema kit in my suitcase for our little outing. Said she wanted to fuck my butt in a hotel room, somewhere. Before we left she made sure I had it packed with all the necessities. When we stopped to eat, she grabbed my but and pulled back on my pants, giving them a shake saying, "I'm going to fuck you." She was really looking forward to it. When we finally stopped for the evening and got our stuff into the room. She opened my case, pulled it out, and spread it onto the bed saying, "your butt's fucked. Get it ready for me, please." After I picked it all up, she flopped onto the bed making it bounce with a big. "Ahhaa!" She had bought me an open top blue Daisy Kit. I took the floor lamp, removed its shade, and placed it beside the bed, while she watched a comedy sitcom on TV. I warmed the solution and filled the bag for her, coming back with two towels, explaining that it would be best if she got the first taste in her own happy butt first and then she could give me the rest if she wanted. "I really want to fill you up," she says, "So I won't let you give me much, this is for you." I slowly took off her clothes, admiring and fondling her titties between kisses. She likes the smell of "A&D" 😁 ointment. When I squeezed some out onto my fingers, she smelled deeply. I came closer, looking into her eyes and reaching for her behind. She whined a little like she wished I wouldn't, but let me touch it anyway with the butt-salve. I worked it around for five minutes, till she was giving tiny grunts and saying, "Don't be so stingy, I need some inside too." I ignored her and just continued to pet her little hiney hole some more. As I finally pressed in, she arched her back and met my advance. But I only let her have the first finger joint and remained still, savoring the clamp she had on me. As I began to gently move into her again she hollered, "Deeper!". And I did, with a twist and a wiggle. Immediately I reached around and found her swollen clitt. It was engorged like never before. I could feel her savoring my finger's placement as I loved on her clitt. My finger in her butt remained still as she twisted and shoved onto it. I was happily doing this and that to her swollen clit while she continued to squirm on my finger up her butt. All too soon her breathing became long and labored with a slight rumble. She drew up into a spasm and continued to quiver and milk my happy finger. The energy was tremendous and left her limp for a little while. She said, "I need you to fuck me so bad, but first I want to fill your tummy and get it nice and big. "Now your turn, give it to me," she says. I tell her she don't have to, but she says, "I want to fuck it full and fuller." And she preps her fingers glaring into my eyes saying, "I thought you were going to enema me, what happened?" I asked if she was disappointed. "No, not really, I just realized you didn't squirt me." "Come here!" and she reached around for my butt hole. Gobbing her grease onto it she sings, "Around and around we goooo, where we stop, nobody knows." and she sent her finger deep, twisting it around, looking for my prostate, in which she feels rewarded in finding it waiting for her hunt. In a hurry she pulls her finger out and dresses the nozzle till it glistens before my eyes. This time she peaks around to find her target, wanting to work her tool into it and make it squirt me full. In it goes and click, "We're off!" she sings. No sooner does she get it started and she disappears, coming back with the rest of the bottle full. "I want you to take a lot this time." she says rubbing my tummy, and licking the ooze off of her treat. After some kissing and some nipple nipping, I hear her click it off. She greases her finger again and pulls the happy nozzle out. This time playing with my hole, telling me she loves me. She slips her curious finger in again and explores my expanded colon, finding my prostate again and pets it like as if it was a hamster’s head. When she has had enough, She eases her finger back out and refills the bag. She gets her nozzle back inside me and demands I fuck her from behind, while she fills me some more. Her vulva is very swollen and juicy, just screaming to be fucked. As I begin to scoot into her and penetrate right at the door, she lets her treatment fly again and I feel it surge into me. She nestles back onto me and wiggles into my loadded belly. I reach around and again find her swolen clitt needing attention. I reserve myself so that I can finish her. She wails and pushes back onto me for all she is worth and I start grunting and reaching for my own breath all the while dancing on her sweet clitt. When she screams out, I thrust several times quickly and shoot her wanting vagina full of all I had, just as the bag gurgles to a halt. When she stirs back into consciousness, I ask her to help me off the bed with the nozzle in place for safety. With her titties bouncing, she gets off the bed, holding her pussy lips together, and picks up the bag and hose to follow me. We're a crazy pair, deep in love.

Lzrd---Should not this be in the stories section, not here in the forum?

hankb

Funny, I've been to Japan once and did not notice any unusual hook in the bathroom. But I did not pay much attention.

In Italy, I noticed almost all hotels / b&b bathrooms have a bidet.

Reading thru the comments here, I'm reminded that, when I used to travel, I would routinely look at the shower curtain hooks, and I interpreted the presence of an "unhook" as meaning that a prior inhabitant of the room had hung a bag for either a douche, or an enema.

Tarragon: Isn't a shower curtain rod much too high for an enema? I don't like that much pressure...

The shower rod is about right for standing enemas. You can always use a coat hanger to lower the bag for other enema positions.

I tend to use the towel rack, but that's because, in hotel rooms, we normally give the enema in the knee-chest position, butt in the air kneeling on the floor, in the tub or shower.

You probably should have a short rope or cord. You would tie one end to the bag and then tie the other to the shower rod or whatever so that the bag is at the right height. It gives you more freedom of choosing how high the bag is than a coat hanger.

hankb

Using a piece of shock cord in place of the cotton cord and it will allow the water level in the bag to remain the same as the weight of the bag lessens

An extra pair of shoelaces is a very practical thing to pack when one travels. I find that these are very useful in hanging an enema bag from just about any suitable fixed object. The 54 inch athletic laces can reach from most any height. Small loops, here and there, facilitate a hook or the ability to loop through itself and support substantial weight.

I wouldn't think it out of the ordinary for anyone to have laces in a ditty or makeup bag.

And NEVER EVER using an open-top syringe in a hotel context. We did it once, it toppled. We were lucky it just put a lot of water on the bathroom floor, which we scooped with the towels as mops.

Yep, most hotel bathrooms today are not convenient places to take an enema. I wonder if they were designed differently in the early days when enemas were more in vogue. While on longer business trips when I may be on crazy schedules, I usually pack a disposable hospital type bag that seals for safety, and my husband got me a couple of small bungee cords that hook around a towel rack. On occasion over the years I've made it easier and packed a bulb syringe. Then I could lie comfortably in or on the bed and using an ice bucket with more water beside me for additional fills.

Something worth pointing out. In older days in France, and still currently in Italy, bathrooms, including hotel bathrooms, tended to have a bidet - a kind of device on which you squat to clean your bottom and genitals (and which can also be used to clean the feet) - now in newer places they just put a shower, because having a bidet in addition to a shower takes up too much space.

The bidet is nice for vaginal douching and also to clean up after an enema, without having to take a full shower.

To answer pecan nutjob, I regulate pressure thru the hose clamp. I realize that it will flow fast if unregulated, and I much prefer the enema at a slower pace, and can take more that way.

I always take my travel bag whenever I travel. I do carry a shoe lace which can be adjusted for any height. I frequently use the door knob to hang the bag. Have tried lamps before, but they just can't hold the weight.

I used to travel a lot for business, at least one day a week, and sometimes two. Most of the trips were overnights and traveled by car. When traveling by car, it was very easy to pack enema gear in your overnight bag. Sometimes it was a bit awkward trying to find a place to hang the bag, but lamps, towel racks, door knobs, and behind the bathroom door all worked for me. Hangers also worked well too. I even used the ironing board, which I set up on the desk, perfect height. Just had to learn to be creative. Always used towels on the floor, as hotel floors are grungy at best.

Lots of good suggestions. The iron board stood on end works well. Some type of cord or shoelace to suspend the bag from a shower curtain rod works if I want a standing up and bending over enema in the bathroom. My favorite, however, is my camera tripod which I sometimes take along on trips. When fully extended, it suspends the bag from just the right height when I lie on the bed.

While attending school many moons ago, I applied for a part time job at a 4 star hotel helping the plumber in maintaining the toilets. I cannot believe how many used disposable enema bags, nozzles, and other e equipment I saw in these luxurious rooms?

The hotel catered to high end business executives, and movie stars. There was one well known t.v. movie actress that was a frequent guest and was notorious for leaving her enema bags etc exposed sitting on the sink or on the door hanging, especially her nozzles still dripping and well soiled?

So, I to agree when driving by a motel, hotel I can only imagine someone is getting an enema.

I always bring my higginson syringe and a little blue silicone nozzle when I travel hidden in compartment of my toiletries case, I also bring a shower hose adapter just in case the room has a hand show, I have even had the chance to use them on a cruse ship.

I like to have a good enema when I stay at hotels . I will not take my equipment with me on a plane because I don't want the TSA agents seeing it in my bag. So what I do is find a WalMart (they;re everywhere) and buy one of their combo kits and a tube of lubricating jelly, then head happily back to my hotel. The WalMart (Cara) system is inexpensive and I like the fact that they have self checkout stands so there is no embarrassment. I usually hang the bag on the doorknob and it's just about the right height. I have also used floor lamps and have even hung it on a picture frame by the bed. Usually when my stay ends unfortunately I have to discard the enema equipment, but there is one hotel that I stay at pretty regularly that I hide it so I can use it again when I return.

I love reading all of your stories and seeing how similar they all are to my behaviors, at least where the enema is concerned. This site has really allowed me to come to terms with my love for enemas and I no longer feel like a freak. I do love them.

I'm curious, you hide your equipment at the hotel so that when you return it is still there. Does it get hidden in the room somewhere, like under or behind a drawer, and then you manage to get the same room again? There's got to be a secret, behind the ice machine in the hallway? I'm curious - the hoseman1