Interruptions during enemas

Yes

I pretty much shut down everything before I start. I hate interruptions in general but really when Im doing this.

In a Hospital room that is a norm...At Nurse report from what I was told. They give a heads up on who is going to have enemas done. But apparently the word doesn't get out to everyone. All the Hospitals that I have been in that is usually what happens, and if the Hospital is a teaching Hospital you can figure right off interruptions are going to happen. Usually around lunch time I was getting a Cleansing enema for the Lab to check how my colon was handling the Hospital food. The nurse would hang the 2 quart bag, insert the nozzle tape it to my thigh, listen to the bowel noise...Always a group of Nursing Students would come in, want to listen toooo. Gee's I would get prepared for the lag time. To stop then start again. NOT! a good time...If the flow is constant no big deal..but if there is a stop then go. Your colon goes crazy...

One day I ran a serious risk of making a mess on the floor.

In the summer of 2002 I had not enough money to afford a full-fledged holiday so I resorted to take short vacations on weekends instead. It was one Friday afternoon in August and I had already planned the whole travel to the merry seaside town I chose along with a couple of friends: Milan to Genoa by train (about three hours including going to the station, meeting friends and buying tickets) and the 13-hour stage to Sardinia by ferry, so I decided to take an enema for plain comfort and a 'fresh start' even if I knew all too well what trick such a long trip would play on my otherwise Swiss clock regular system and how to fix it - I already wrote about this in another thread some time ago.

Only the day before I had posted a message on a municipal site that hosted the city want ad board because I was hoping to raise a little money by selling a Beaulieu 8mm movie camera I was given as a gift by a family friend who kept it in a closet since he changed over his amateur movie rig to VHS video many years earlier.

I had just finished the whole 2-liter reservoir and was still breathing hard on all fours when my cell phone rang. I had already set the appointment with one of my traveling companions yet forgot to turn off the phone!

I uttered some blasphemy, frantically turned off the valve (I didn't have my trusted ratchet clamp then), slipped out the rectal tube, got on my feet and made a hurried waddle out of bathroom to the corridor where the little bitchy hunk of technology was ringing and flashing inside its leatherette pouch which in turn was neatly stored inside my zippered marsupium. Gritting my teeth, fumbling inside the waistband holder, I fished out the phone and answered at the eighth or ninth ring while holding firmly against the load. It was a visitor of that site's buy & sell board. He presented himself and we had more than an idle chit-chat before he would finally ask further information about the old movie camera I had for sale.

I don't remember how I made it. Talking like a machine gun I gave it a brief description of the camera's main features, answered to his pounding questions with just a trace of haste, and agreed upon the final price. Then I gave him an appointment at my workshop for the following week, said goodbye and ran for relief. Later on I had the afterthought of having been a bit slack by conceding him too much from the economical perspective. Fortunately I had the camera as a gift in turn and never thought about putting it to good use since music is my cup of tea, so at least I didn't kill myself with remorse.

Try and imagine what happens inside you (pun intended) in such a circumstance... I might have declined the conversation and delayed the deal by feigning an urgency of some sort, but there are moments when you have to show off the best of you for the sake of not letting out the worst. 😁

Oh how I hate being interrupted during my enema sessions! I got tired of getting everything ready for my session only to be interrupted by someone or something so I turn off everything, turn off lights, lock the door, get undressed until Im at least bottomless, grab my bag and nozzle fill it up with warm water, lay down on my side or doggy style then lube up, then slide the nozzle inside my butt cheeks, release that clamp and feel all that warm water rushing inside my colon, I hold it as long as I

Just happened last night..... I opened the clamp and I hear the phone start ringing. The minute you open the clamp, the next few hours you are now tied close to the commode. After some time finishing the enema you get the message and find out what you had missed. Fortunately it is rarely of importance.

I've never really gotten into soloing, and I don't live with an enemaphile, so it's not a frequent problem for me. But with a partner, when we were "in session", nothing short of the house being on fire would be allowed to interrupt us. Ringing doorbell or phone? Ignore it -- and we did. We wouldn't start an adventure unless we had a social slate that was clear for at least three hours, so anyone who came knocking, or called on the phone, took the chance that we'd be home and answering. We were mannerly and sociable, but we were not going to turn it upside-down extreme, and be made to feel that we were the ones taking the chance that no one would call. For the phone, the answering machine and voice mail were invented to accommodate both parties satisfactorily when the receiver is indisposed. Likewise, answering knockers on the door at a most inopportune time! If your sense of accountability to others extends so far as to make you feel obligated to give every caller either an immediate audience or an apology for being unavailable, leave a hanger on the knob that says, Sorry, can't come to the door just now, but please call or come back at [name your time].

I just had some back surgery; i got constipated from the pain meds so i was to get an enema.the nurse got the bucket filled and was inserting the nozzle a knock on the door she hollers dont come in; but it was physical therapy she told him to come back later so she resumes the enema another knock on the door. occupational therapy she finally got the enema in me but not very good results . so we decided to try later in the day.she gets the enema ready and starts putting it in ;it was down to the last few ounces and i said to her i think we made it this time she laughed and said me too. but there comes a knock on the door we both kinda giggled it was the therapist again .this time the enema worked

The only time I was interrupted was when I was about 14. Mom went out to Bingo with her friends. I figured the coast was clear so I got out her open top enema bag and set it up in the bathtub. I filled it up with warm water and had attached the rectal nozzle. Hung it up on the shower faucet. I stripped down and was about to get into the tub when the door bell rang. I was in a total panic. I got dressed as best as I could of and answered the door. It was one of my moms friend and was seeing id she left. I told her that her was already on the way with Ann and Deloris. She said okay and thanks. My heart was beating at 1000 miles apart. There was a silver lining. I again stripped and walked into the bathroom and there it was a filled to the brim. The amber latex bag was still awaiting my bare bottom.

If you don't want to be interrupted during an enema:

1--do it when nobody is home or expected to be coming home

2--if you live alone don't answer the door or phone

WHY is this a problem????? It's really very simple.

Being seen or interrupted is your own fault.

PLAN AHEAD

God willing, I've never yet been interrupted during an enema except for planned interruptions when I was with an ex-wife/GF switch playing Domme who had given me an enema. She'd sometimes fill me and then just leave me alone to struggle holding my enema while she'd go off and not communicate for an unspecified time, letting me wonder what on Earth she had planned for me next. Eventually, she'd come back and edge me, enjoying my complaints and struggles to keep holding while she made me endure whatever she had in mind, including rolling around, belly massage, standing, walking and pumping in additional enema before she'd let me orgasm. That's the only kind of interruption I ever hope to have.

Eric

The last enema I ever gave to my daughter was when she had the flu at age 12 1/2. she would always watch very closely when I was filling the enema bag, no matter who it was for.

she stood by my side as I ran the water in the kitchen sink to the right temperature. my daughter was standing next to me in just a tee shirt and panties. just as I am about to fill the bag there was a knock on the door. her eyes grew very wide. I just said "shit" and threw the empty bag in the cabinet under the sink. my brother and his wife stopped by for a minute. nothing was mentioned about the enema. I got rid of them ASAP then continued fixing the enema bag.

I gave my daughter a very nice, slow enema that night....we kind of knew it would be the last one she would ever get from daddy.....I miss those days!

I am absent for the other when I take an enema so:

I close the curtains, the phone, the computer except zity.

On December 26th 1999. when I was taking an enema, A big disaster arrive in the north of France ( very strong wind) so have to stop my enema in case of problem.

. . . . just as I am about to fill the bag there was a knock on the door. her eyes grew very wide. I just said "shit" and threw the empty bag in the cabinet under the sink. my brother and his wife stopped by for a minute. nothing was mentioned about the enema. I got rid of them ASAP then continued fixing the enema bag. . . .

. . . and that is why you never let anyone into your house without calling first and you have the guests wait in the entrance foyer until the person they expect to see is ready for them.

You can always ignore the door bell or the knock on the door.

Some funny experiences of enema interruptions as well as some good advice on how to prevent getting interrupted.

@hoser10_inch_nozzle got interrupted multiple times while getting one from a nurse in the hospital by the physical therapists. (Post 67)

This is a repeat but, yes, I’ve been interrupted:

I was home alone one afternoon and decided on a quiet series of enemas. “Me time”, they call it. I knew I had the house to myself for several hours. I prepared the first enema, took my position on the bathroom floor fully nude, inserted the nozzle, opened the clamp, and began my deep breathing as I felt myself being filled. As I moved to my back and looked up it appeared I’d taken about 3/4 of the enema. There was some cramping but massaging my belly was relieving that. Suddenly I heard the doorbell. I grabbed my phone because we have a security doorbell with a camera in it that we can monitor on our phones. It also allows you to speak to whoever is at your door. I could see it was a delivery guy. I told him to just leave the package and I’d come out for it later. “Sorry, sir. Signature required”. I asked him again to just leave it but his orders were firm. I had to sign for it. Now it occurs to me I’m lying on the floor with a tube in my ass and a belly full of sudsy water arguing with “Mr. Efficiency”. So I clamped the tubing, removed the nozzle, wiped ,grabbed the gym shorts I’d been wearing and slipped into them and a t-shirt while doing my best to keep my ass cheeks clenched. I walked stiff-legged to the front door and opened it. The delivery guy hands me the electronic signature thing and I grabbed it so quickly it startled him. Now he recognizes me and realizes my boss is a friend of his and he wants to chat about it. The cramping was killing me and I could feel the warm liquid beginning to leak from between my ass cheeks, cooling as it ran down my leg. I can’t imagine what my facial expression must have been and now I could begin to smell what was leaking out of me. I imagine he could too. I mumbled something about being in a hurry to get back to my project and he sticks his hand out. I reluctantly reached out past the doorway for the handshake and that’s when my bowels let go. I slammed the door in his face and ran like hell toward the bathroom splattering enema sauce the entire distance. So, a day I’d planned to enjoy with a couple of enemas, a couple beers, and a good book turned out to be a day of mopping, scrubbing, laundering, opening every window in the house, and emptying about a half can of air freshener.

@Darth - “Enema sauce”!!!! new one…never heard it before. LOL (The phrase, NOT the situation!)

If I am taking an enema, I will not answer the phone or door. However, on one occasion I was nearly finished, I had taken about 80 percent of the 2 quart bag when my cell phone rang. Normally I wouldn’t even look at let alone answer it but at that time my parents both had health issues and it was the nursing home calling. I answered it, removed the nozzle and did my best to hold it while at the same time trying to get the nurse off the phone. When I could hold it no longer and was almost in tears from the intense cramping, I mumbled that we had a poor connection and I would call back.

I'm not remembering ever being interrupted during an enema, sex yes, but not when an enema was also involved. I guess we either planned well or just ignored any outside interruption. A knock on the door or a ringing phone can be ignored. People can always return or they call back or we called them.

Even when the kids were at home. We planned to do them when they were sleeping, in bed. It was not something we wanted to get caught in the middle of doing. As giving my sub an enema usually meant he would be fucking me.

As a teen, home alone and had just hooked myself up to the bag, began the flow and got a good amount in when the kitchen phone rang. Figuring it must be someone my parents had wanted to call and check on me because I was home alone, I felt it best to answer and sure enough it was my aunt! So when she asked, “what are you doing?"… I felt guilty; like she somehow knew I there holding up the enema bag with the douche tip up butt! Funny how I never forgot that!