Interruptions during enemas

I hate to have just filled-up with an enema and have someone come to my door.

I try to get some clothes on quickly and hold my gut in but it is so hard to do.

Why do you bother to answer the door?

I agree with Switchablesusie "Why bother to answer the door?". If you expecting something important then now is not the time to get out the bag..

I do everything possible to avoid interruptions during an enema. laptop and cell phone OFF!(YES!! THEY BOTH CAN BE TURNED OFF!!, YOU WON'T HURT EITHER ONE If you lose any friends, that's something else entirely) Dog walked, and with plenty of water, door locked, voice mail box empty. House secure, car secure.

Never had an interruption. My Dad only ever had ONE it was their nut neighbor when he was in middle school.,

I need to have the phone in the bathroom, as wifey expects to reach me when she is out. The last "Enemus interruptus" occurred recently when soon to be daughter in law called.... I THINK my voice was under control... LOL.

Worst EVER was the time the doorbell rang, and a woman's voice called out... I thought it was wifey coming back for something, unable to open the door for leaving keys in the running car. I hid the bag and came down the stairs NAKED, to find a strange well dressed woman looking up at me. She did not react to the nudity, only said she needed gas. I asked her to wait out front while I dressed, I'd get her gas. When I went out, nobody in sight... Police said it was attempted .burglary. Now I LOCK, and have the alarm set to ding if anyone approaches. :-)

I surprised my mom one time by answering my cell when I was just about to take an enema. It was after a winter business trip from hell when I was delayed two days getting home and I was feeling tired and bloated. Mom was worried as she usually was when I was flying in bad weather. I had just filled the bag and was hanging it in our master bathroom when she called. I knew she was anxious to see if I was ok so I answered. At first I didn't tell her what I was doing but when she started telling me all about the movie "Frozen" she had just seen and going on and on that she loved it, I interrupted her and joked, "My enema is getting cold." I assured her I was going to live but I was feeling like I needed a cleanse. She understood right away and asked me to call her back when I was finished -- "when You're feeling better," she said.

Short of an earthquake or tornado rumbling through my bathroom I wouldn't let anything disturb me during an enema! Almost like masturbating in that it's not worth stopping.

Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! Nothing gets between me and my flow of warm water, short of the house burning down which is highly unlikely as I have sprinklers installed in all of the critical areas of the house (kitchen, furnace room, etc.) where a fire might start! Answer the door - not a chance - let them wait (maybe they will go away), as I would not start an enema expecting company to begin with! My phone has caller ID, and if I really have a desire to speak with the caller, maybe, just maybe, I will answer the phone and speak to the caller while my warm water flow continues, and yes - I will cut the call short when the time comes to go and expel! Now, my cat is another story altogether, although she is very understanding when I am . . . . . pre-occupied . . . . .

That's very obnoxious, or interrupt enema giving, with all the risks that this prejudice. A,

Two true stories!....I had the same thing happen to me. I had just filled up (2nd or 3rd time) when the doorbell rings. I can see the UPS truck from my upstairs window. He's got a package I've been desperately waiting for and I know I need to sign for. I yell out the window.".Wait!.." and throw clothes on, rush to the door and sign while trying to hide the urgency on my face. But the worst time was in my early twenties. I was at home (different house) on a week day doing a series of enemas. My gear is laid out all over the bathroom. I'm naked and hear the doorbell ringing. I pop my head into the hallway and look. I can make out it's a friend of mine, probably in the neighborhood, stopping by unannounced. I figure they will just go away. Next think I know, they are twisting the doorknob. Horrors! I realize the door is unlocked. The next thing I know they are coming in! I duck back into the bathroom, lock the door and hide. I hear them walking around calling my name. Fortunately, they eventually gave up and left. As soon as they were out the door and I ran up and flipped the deadbolt...Haha...Lesson learned!

You are in control "Re: interruptions during an enema". If someone comes to the door unexpectedly , then they are taking a chance you may or may not be home. Why try to get dressed and rush to answer the door and risk an ACCIDENT and the EMBARRASSMENT that is sure to follow !!!!!! LOL. And voice mail or answering machines will take care of any phone calls . Then you can just lie there worry free.and enjoy.

During my enema sessions, I'm totally in my own world. No interruptions allowed!

I turn my phone off. I'll only be out of touch for 15 - 20 minutes...no more than I'd be if I was taking a shower.

The doorbell? Forget it! If I'm expecting a package...I'll not schedule an enema session until it arrives. If it's anyone else...they are out of luck!

Enema time is MY time. A time to shut out the outside world. A time when my bathroom becomes the inner sanctum. A time to enjoy the sounds, smells and sensations that come from a deeply personal experience...an enema!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

I was at my grandparents home one time and was in the midst of an enema when my aunt and her two daughters walked in unexpectedly. I pulled the nozzle out of my fanny, quickly threw on some clothes, and tried to hide the equipment (though in vain.)no one ever said anything to me during or after that event, but just wonder my cousins thought of me when they seen the partly full enema bag hanging in the bedroom. I will never know as one has now passed for this earth and her sister is living out of state.

Phone was off enema bag was hanging from IV pole next to my bed.... I was enjoying the first rush of warm soapy water when I looked up and I had forgotten to close the blinds my gardner was standing there and he was smiling.. I waved and he went on working later I went out and he asked if everything cam out all right?

I live by myself so this doesn't happen to me very often, but like you, I hate it when it does. I take very large volume coffee enemas (5 qt.) so if I'm more than half filled when the doorbell rings, I'm helpless. I just have to lie there and wait until whoever it is gives up and goes away. If I'm less than half filled, I will get up , throw on some loose shorts or a Depends and a robe and waddle to the door. It feels wonderful to stand at the door holding a couple of quarts of hot coffee while I speak to whoever comes to the door. I never let anyone come in in these circumstances, though, because I have to sit down after a couple of minutes or I'll let go right in front of someone. This is a very thrilling scenario when it happens, but it's risky as well. So far, I've never had an accident, but who knows.

Learning experience number one!

I had been out of work for a couple of months and needed a means of self support. With no employment prospects in sight, I opened an antique shop. I called it, "Regal Relics" because occasionally my mother would come in and she was the oldest relic in the shop. Any way, Saturdays were extremely slow. So slow in fact that most of the other shops in the district were closed. I wasn't expecting anyone either so I locked the door and grabbed my bag. Just about the time I was full of water, someone was banging on the door. . . a customer?? He wanted a prized and very expensive book case that I had for sale. I threw on my pants, no underwear, and went out to greet him. I am afraid that I projected my ire at his interuption and maybe he suspected that something was awry from the puddle on the floor. Any way the fellow left and I locked the door behind him. He never returned and I lost the sale. Tough choices have to be made in such an emergency!!

Case number two!

On a Sunday morning when I was alone in the house and no one was expected, I reached for my one gallon Jugbag and filled myself up. As the old coffee commercial used to say, "Good to the last drop!" and this one was a nice Ivory soapy with cramps and all. As I neared completion of the fill, someone banged on the door but I ignored it. The bangs became louder and louder until I wrapped a bath towel around myself to answer the commotion. When I opened the door in my less than suitable attire, a young fellow announced to me that he happened to be in the neighborhood and was doing Christian missionary work. He also said that he was on my porch to save my soul. I think that my answer was something like, "If you really want to find what my soul smells like, he should stand where he is because my soul was about to yield a big explosion." The fellow backed away and my soul still needs saving!

All other case numbers:

Large volume enemas can still be embarrassing! I never was interrupted by a plumber who wanted to fix a toilet leak when I was full of water. That would give him competition to use that appliance and anything could happen at any time.

Of late, when someone wants to contact me and I am indisposed the door is locked and I am usually up on my colonic irrigation machine. I take my cell phone, land line and ham radio with me. With caller ID i can screen my calls and "Out Of Area" callers and most 800 numbers need not apply. In general there are very few communications consultants, such as the missionary, that can't wait. However, if they can't I can simply open the waste discharge valve and they likely never know in what activity I am engaged.

Most of my door and wall bangers know that if my car is in the drive way and I don't answer the door that they should wait a while before they come back because i am involved with my own health fitness plan. They also know that my plan is that:

An enema a day keeps the doctor away.

I always take my phone in the bathroom with me when doing an enema series and keep wondering what would happen if a neighbor had called and needed help with something (if it was more of an emergency) after I had filled up with a 4 or 5 quart enema and I didn't have time to expel. Oh the fear of my anus relaxing if I had to help lift something heavy!

Another thought comes to mind, even though I follow all the laws of the land (except those pesky speed limits) I sometimes think about police officers coming to the door with a warrant for my arrest after I had filled up with a large enema. Again, I am a legally abiding citizen and can't think of any reason they would have an arrest warrant but wonder, I would probably want to let them know that I had just taken a large enema and need to expel otherwise it could leak out into their police car, at that point would they fear you are trying to evade arrest? I imagine they would have to follow you into the bathroom while you expel the enema to ensure that you won't try to escape out the bathroom window. I don't know where I come up with these ideas/fantasies but they just happen!

Close call yesterday, I was walking from the bedroom stark naked, holding the bag with a nozzle inserted, went through the kitchen to get something and had a loud knock on the door, looked through the blinds, a young female neighbor, I hope she couldn't see inside, I slightly propped the door open while holding the bag and told her that my friend who she wanted to see wasn't home yet, she left, I don't think she saw anything, but I realized I should have never have answered the door, wow, that would have been real, real, bad. Lesson learned.

Debgurl has it absolutely right. When it is enema time there is nothing that will interrupt me, not doorbell or phone call. While I don't turn off the phone if the call is important enough they can leave a message. The only people who come to the door any more are UPS, FedEx, the religious mission people, and kids selling magazines or whatever. The first two can leave the package or a notice that I need to sign. As for the others, they are offering me nothing that is worth disturbing my enema experience for.

I have been interrupted many times taking an enema during business hours. i forward calls to my cell & laptop within reach. I just take the call, never closing the clamp and OBVIOUSLY never mentionong what I'm doing! I must admit that longwinded customers have led to some crampy holing times!

They would just have to go away. I'm a very private person. I don't like people who just drop by. I like my privacy and most people know that so I'm safe with taking enemas and not being disturbed.

I was traveling once and I like to bring my gear with and enjoy the alone time with nice enemas sessions. Anyway I has just filled up with a nice 2 liter coffee enema and waited the 10 minutes. I was just heading to expel and the hotel fire alarm went off. I stay in nice hotels and I can't remember the alarm going off ever so I figured it was not a prank or something. What to do. I have a bum full of coffee and water and really needed to go.

I figured I had enough time to at least get most of it out and then go outside. I did a quick job of it and as I was getting dressed the alarm shut off. I waited a good hour to do a clean out just in case. The fire trucks were at the hotel. Wouldn't you know it but half way through the fill up the alarm started again but just for a minute. Every time I start my session from now on I think back on that time.

Interruptions are the worst. That is why I try to do my sessions at times when I am not likely to be bothered- early morning or late evening. When I am traveling and doing a morning session, it seems almost a sure bet my wife will call just to check in so I put my phone within reach of my setup.

This is my private time for relaxation and pleasure- me time to the max!

Yes interruptions are the worst. I have had that happen a couple of times.

One day while getting filled up, I got a call on my cell phone. It was a friend, she asked what I was doing, I told her, we proceeded to talk for a long time while I filled myself and expelled. It was like phone sex to me. Was a very nice conversation about getting filled and she didn't seem to mind when I would say, wait a minute, then come back to the phone, she asked what happened, I told her I had to refill my bag, she said good, enjoy.

My neighbor walked in on me a few years back. I had an old dog who could not last the whole day while I was at work so my neighbor would come over each day after lunch to let her out. She had a key.

One day I decided to take a "sick day" but forgot to tell my neighbor I would be home that day. I decided since I was "sick" I needed a good enema. I just about had it all in when I heard my neighbor come in the door. She called for the dog which was laying on the floor in my bedroom while I was doing my thing. Before I decided what I should do, she was at the open bedroom door and saw me laying there on the bed with the hose in my ass. She mumbled something like, "sorry, I didn't know you were home." I told her it was OK, to make coffee and I would be done in a minute. The dog went with her and I quickly finished up.

When I came to the kitchen there was a bit of embarrassing silence so I decided to just tell her that when I am not feeling 100% a good enema helps straighten me out. She said something like she had not had a good enema in years and the conversation changed to other things.

I was giving my wife a much needed enema in a London hotel room 44 years ago when the chambermaid walked in. She rapidly retreated but I am sure if she had been working in that job for a while she would have seen a multiplicity of different scenarios.

I've lived alone for years, so there's no problem. I don't have to answer a phone or the door if I choose not to!!!

These days if I have an interruption it is probably my five year old pounding on the bathroom door. The younger one is not an issue, but the five year old wants to know what mommy is doing nearly every waking moment. With two young kids I have to be really careful in when I schedule an enema.

I recall when I was in nursing school and I stayed in my dorm room one day because I wasn't feeling well. My roommate had gone to class and she hardly ever comes back to the room during the day until she gets done with her classes at 2:00pm. I decided to go ahead and take an enema and just as I lied down on the bed and was about to insert the nozzle she came into the room. We both looked at each other and she smiled at me. She asked if I needed some help and I said I would luv for her to help me. I t was the best enema I ever had.

There are no interruptions during my sessions, which are usually Saturday or Sunday mornings after I wake up and have a little coffee. No one usually calls me that time of morning and if they do, they'll have to wait until I'm done with my series unless it's my folks. Then I'll call them back between bags.