Enemas & Role Playing

For me it's a nurse telling me all about the enema I'm going to get in detail while she prepares it.

An Enema from Hillary

Neither Marvin or I are into large volume enemas. He can take a little over 3-quarts but is most comfortable with no more than two for recreation. I have taken up to 2 and three quarter quarts which was a REAL, REAL, struggle and I’m most comfortable with between 1 and a half and two quarts for recreation, the latter amount generally provides me with more play time.

But for Marvin there is one notable exception and it was on a one time basis.

Back when the Clintons were in the White House and Hillary was involved with planning a national medical plan, Marvin attended a gun show and purchased a poster titled: "Hillary's Medical Plan for America.

It’s a picture with her head morphed to a different body, she’s sitting on a round stool with her legs crossed wearing a white nurse’s uniform with a hem line that came above mid-thigh, white nurse’s cap, white hose that only came up about 1/4 thigh with white garters attached and white stiletto heels. She's holding up a large full red enema bag with a white hose going to a white douche nozzle. The underlying caption reads: “Bend over America I've got a Plan for You"

I ask him if he'd like to have Hillary give him an enema and he said that he'd be stripped and in the knee chest position in a heartbeat. I told him "I'm not Hillary, but get your sorry butt into the bathroom NOW! And there will be no "relief" for you either during or after.

Wanting Hillary to give you an enema MY FOOT! I’ll give you a Hillary enema, just like she probably would, and SHE, probably don’t know anything about how to give an enema! You ask for it and YOU’LL GET IT!

"He did and I did 3-times while standing naked over him only wearing white hose, a garter belt and nurses cap, controlling elevation, 2 to 3 feet, and flow, 5 minutes per quart, he, in the knee chest position. The first was a soapy, with a similar bag to the one on the poster holding two and a half quarts the largest one we had at the time, and an identical 12-hole douche nozzle like the one on the poster.

The other two were saline given from a 2-quart can using a inflatable balloon nozzle, the first refilled with an extra quart which he took fairly well and the last refilled completely, 4-quarts, and produced a lot of groaning, gasping, panting and begging for me to stop till it emptied. Each enema gave him a raging erection so I stayed with him each time he was on the pot to make sure he couldn't grab himself to have "relief" and he couldn't touch me either. The enemas were one after the other being made up in front of him so he knew what was coming. As soon as he was off the potty the enema was going in and to make sure his preferred relief was a long way off, when I was sure he was done, we immediately got dressed and went shopping, for some new clothes for me. I did let him have relief later that evening after making me happy first orally.

He still has the poster up in his work shop and I posted a note next to it with a smiley face sticker saying: #1=1.5 warm-up, #2=3 & #3=4, he knows what it means.

Hugs to all our wonderful “E” friends.

Marlene

Now for Miss. Ryner – 2 as promised a while back.

Our second Miss. Ryner scenario came about on a weekend after we’d been married for 11 years So we would have privacy I arranged for my parents to take our three children for the weekend.

For six years I had been giving Marvin Miss. Ryner enemas, two or three a year at the most so they would be a special occasion rather than a routine activity. It would be the first enema of the day for him, after large high cleansing enemas, first a soapsuds, then saline for both of us the night before which was a regular part of our initial preparation for play weekends and he wouldn’t have had an advance notice that a Miss Ryner was in store for him the next morning. Then we'd followed that up with three or four other recreational enemas for each of us over the next day or two as we usually did when we could be alone and have an "E" weekend. But I wanted to do something different following the same theme, so a few weeks before our next, "first E anniversary" I acquired a couple of typical hospital, one size fits none, gowns that is open in the back and ties shut, if you want to call it "shut," LOL, and had gone to a local costume shop and had them make me another nurses uniform identical to the original except the hem line only came down to ¼ of my thigh. I also got white lace top mid-thigh hose that came up several inches below the dress hemline, a white strapless, crotch less bustier with underwire cups and garters from Fredericks of Hollywood and white 3-inch stiletto heels. Earlier I had come across a used stethoscope at a local thrift shop.

Since his first Miss Ryner of the day was always a surprise, he was usually in PJ's and the bottom would be removed for the enema and on this occasion it wasn't any different, that is, until he was on the toilet. While he was, I came in still wearing the original uniform and handed him a gown and told him that later that morning he was scheduled for an examination and needed to put on the gown when he was finished and had showered, then to join me in the kitchen for breakfast.

When he got there he had the gown on and was full of questions about what was going on and as I tied it "closed" I told him that he would be informed about what was to happen all in due time and to enjoy his breakfast which he did.

After breakfast I put on the stethoscope. That was the first time he saw it, and kept him in the gown through the remainder of the morning and from time to time would listen to his heart and take his temperature orally. Then just a little before noon I told him that he needed to get back into bed and I went into our spare bedroom, took off the panty hose and long uniform, put on the Stiletto heels, mid-thigh hose, bustier attaching the garters to the hose and the short uniform leaving the three top buttons unbuttoned and no panties. Then I joined him in the bedroom.

When he saw me his eyes opened wide and lying on the bed like he was when I walked up to him he could see up under the uniform and I could definitely see from the activity beginning to take place under the hospital gown he was appreciative of what he was seeing. Or as May West used to say: "Are you glad to see me or is that a gun in your pocket." I looked at him and ask: "Marvin are you looking up under my dress? The question surprised him and he didn't know what to say so I made my hands into fists and put them against each side of my waste and with my legs spread and leaning back slightly so the hem of the dress would rise up I continued with: Well are you peeking up my dress? (At that point Marvin picked up on the scenario and fell into the scene replying) "Yes Miss. Ryner I was looking." I replied back: "Didn't you’re mother teach you that it's wrong to peek up a ladies dress?" He replied back that she had and it was, and I said: "well you should be ashamed of yourself for peeking." Then continued with: "Well what did you see? And he, playing the roll of a nine year old, replied back that he wasn't sure but that I didn't have any panties on. Then I ask him if he had ever seen what was between a woman's legs before and he said only when some of his girl playmates skirts had flown up when playing and they had on underwear so he had seen their underwear. Then I ask him, you’ve never seen your sister without any panties on? And he told me that he didn't have a sister. I continued with: "Well now that you have seen, we'll keep it a secret among ourselves won't we?" And he replied "Yes Miss Ryner, it will be our secret." Continuing, I told him that I needed to check his vitals again and leaned over him and listened to his heart, bending over so he had a clear view of the top of my breasts being pushed up by the bustier.

After a few moments I told him that I needed to take his temperature again and to be sure of what it was that it would have to be both ways. I had him lie on his back and I first put the oral thermometer in his mouth then after I put on a rubber glove I had him pull his legs up and back and lubed the outside of his anus followed by insertion of a triangular rectal thermometer, which provides more stimulation than a round one, and over the next few minutes I slightly stroked it in and out and twirled it much to our mutual pleasure, he from the sensations and I from watching his throbbing penis..

After reading both thermometers and telling him his temp was normal I told him he needed a rectal examination and had him get into the knee chest position. I finger lubed him deeply and lightly caressed his prostate but not enough to make him ejaculate. Declaring that there was no irregularities but because I could feel him having spasms in his rectum because of the previous soapy enema he would need a high saline enema to clear out any residual soap, then told him to just relax in bed while I made everything ready and not to be a naughty boy and play with his (fully erected) "thing" while I was gone. Before going to the bathroom I got our oak coat tree from the hallway and brought it to the bedroom placing it next to the bed to hang the enema bag from.

(Going to the bathroom I made up three enemas. The first was 6 ounces of warmed KY lubricant in an old Fleet oil enema bottle with an 8-inch, F-32 rectal tube attached, the second was a warmer than normal 2-quart slightly soapy enema in a combo bag with an 18-inch, F-38 colon tube attached, I slipped a cozy over the bag to keep the enema warm and hung it on the towel rod next to the toilet. The last enema was a little more than three quarts of saline in a 2-quart combo bag, I made the last enema up by first filling the combo bag and preparing an additional 2-quarts of saline solution in a graduated pitcher, I screwed the stopper into the bag and connected the hose, then raising the bag up to get the air out of the hose I put the end of the hose all the way to the bottom of the reserve saline solution container and placed the bag on the bathroom floor and the bag began to suck in more enema from the reserve. It stopped after taking in another 44 ounces (5.5 cups) of saline. The bag looked like a basket ball. After closing the clamp I connected a Higginson pump to the end of the hose and a 36-inch, F-40 colon tube to the Higginson. The tube had India ink markings along its length the first at 6-inches from the tip and then another mark every 3-inches (for a total of 11 marks) when they were connected I reopened the clamp allowing the pressure in the bag to fill the Higginson and as soon as the enema began flowing from the tip of the tube I closed the clamp again and carried the saline and KY enemas to the bedroom.)

When Marvin saw me hanging the combo bag he gasp and said: "That's too much Miss. Ryner, are you going to make me take all of that?" I told him that he needed to be a good boy and take all of his enema. He began begging me not to give him that much because it would hurt, and I told him that since he had already had a good enema that morning that he should be able to take all the enema I had prepared for him and that I knew ways to help him if he'd listen and do what I would tell him to do. Still eying the bulging bag he said that he'd try but to please not let it hurt.

I showed him the colon tube and told him that it was one of the reasons he would be able to take all of his enema because it would go really high and make it easier for him. Then I showed him the KY enema and told him that it had to go in first so the longer tube could be used. But first I ask him if he remembered how messy he had been that morning when he was holding his enema and he told me that he did, he had cummm’d between his legs as he had squeezed his thighs together to masturbate on his Penis. I told him that, that shouldn't happen again and I had something that would keep the mess from happening and showed him a condom and had him lie back and pull the front of his gown up and I would take care of him. When the gown came up he was sporting a "honeymoon" erection and I took my time putting the condom on it lightly stroking his penis and scrotum with the tips of my nails as I did.

After telling him it was time for the little enema I helped him into the knee chest position and after deep lubing him again with a gloved finger I began inserting the short rectal tube as I slowly squeezed the KY into him. By the time the tip of the tube reached the far end of his rectum I had given him about a third of the KY. Turning the tube to help it along I knew it was making the turn from his rectum into the Sigmoid colon where I wanted most of the lubricant to go to be picked up by the long colon tube as it went in and the short tube would help put it right where it was needed. As I worked the tube in Marvin would give out with soft moaning sounds and I'd ask him if it was hurting and he'd reply "Oh no Miss Ryner it doesn’t hurt at all." Then I ask him: "You really like this don't you Marvin, don't you?" And he replied: "Oh yes Miss Ryner, I like it a lot, it feels so good, so good" And then he'd pulse his sphincter in and out as an unspoken request for me to continue and come out with another moan of pleasure and I'd tell him: "See how easy I told you this enema would be, and it will all be like this if you're a good boy and do what I tell you to do."

After all the KY was in I slowly extracted the tube and patted his butt while telling him what a good boy he was taking his little prep but now it was time for the rinse enema and to stay in the same position. Taking the long colon tube I lubed the first nine inches of it and after telling him to take a long deep breath and to continue taking long deep breaths I began working the tube into him, as soon as the first few inches were in I opened the clamp and the pressure from overfilled bag pushed the saline into him as I worked the first nine inches in while twisting it back and forth, then stopped and just let the enema flow for a few moments before closing the clamp. While waiting I kept turning the tube slightly and short stroking it as I ask him how he was feeling. (When short stroking the tube or nozzle it is not really pushed in or pulled out any distance, it's just moved slightly in an in and out motion causing the anal sphincter to flex giving a very pleasurable sensation.) He said he felt wonderful and thought that he really liked this enema better than the one he had that morning. Laughing I caressed his butt and told him that he was going to like this one a whole lot better. I reopened the clamp and after lubing another 6 inches of tube while twisting it, slowly pushed another three inches of it into him then slowly pulled 3-inches out and then pushed 6-inches in. He went wild gasping and moaning and telling me that this was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. (This in and out motion with a colon tube was the first time I had done it and has become standard practice for both of us when using a colon tube since then.) Lubing another 6 inches of tube I pulled 3-inches out and then pushed 6-inches in, slowly continuing the cycle till all 36 inches of tube was in him. By the time all the tube and about two and a half quarts of enema were in he had several cramps and at first I stopped the flow as I massaged his abdomen as he puppy panted through them then open the clamp again but after the entire tube was in I continued to let the enema flow and when he'd cramp I'd squeeze the Higginson several times and it would help the cramp to pass. As he was taking the last ½ quart of enema I began, without pulling back on it further stimulated his sphincter by moving the tube in a circular motion and stroking the cleft between his hips, his scrotum and underside of his penis with the tips of my fingernails and he'd moan and shudder and I'd ask him if he liked his enema and what I was doing and in his effort to take all the enema he'd gasp out: "Yes, Miss Ryner, Oh yes, I like it soooo much, soooo much."

Then I ask him did he remember what he saw when he peeked up my dress and he said yes, and I ask if he liked what he saw and he told me that he did. Then I told him: "I think you'd like to give me an enema wouldn't you Marvin?" and I though that he would loose it right then and there. "Oh yes Miss. Ryner, Oh if I only could, oh yes I would, I would. Then I told him that he only had a little more enema to go and if he took it all like a good boy and hold it for me until I told him he could let it out that I might let him give me an enema. (Remember there was already one hanging in the bathroom.) I continued moving the tube and teasing his butt cleft, scrotum and penis with the tips of my nails till the combo bag went flat. Then I told him that he'd taken all his enema and what a good boy he had been and that now he had to hold the enema till I told him he could let it out. As he struggled and panted to hold the enema I again short stroked the tube as I increased the stimulation of his butt, scrotum and penis while telling him that he only had to hold on a little while longer and was so close to me letting him give me an enema and that I really wanted him to do that for me. Soddenly he reach the peak of the sensations he was experiencing and his whole body stiffened then began to shake as a long gasping moan escaped his lips and I could see his anal sphincter pulsing on the colon tube as he went through wave after wave of orgasm. While he did I squeezed his hips together with one hand to help him hold the enema and with the other hand I began to slowly pull out the 3-foot colon tube which sent him into an even greater orgasmic reaction emitting a loud wail and then gasping out: "Oh, oh, Miss Ryner, I love it, I love you, oh, oh, it's so wonderful, I love you, oh, I love you. Finally he reached a point where his legs could no longer support him and he collapsed onto the bed just as the last of the tube came out of him. I didn't leave him there more than a second or two being afraid that since he had orgasm'd that he wouldn't be able to hold that huge enema much longer so I helped him up and into the bathroom. As I was helping him onto the toilet I ask him to continue to hold his enema for me and then, if he could see what was hanging on the towel rod next to him and he told me it was a full enema bag. I ask him if he knew why it was there and he said: "Is it for you?" I told him that it was and ask if he wanted to give it to me He said: "Oh yes Miss Ryner, I really do." I ask him if he would be as gentle to me as I had been to him and he assured me he would. Then I brought him a jar of Vaseline and a rubber glove and had him put it on. When he had I turned my back to him and bent forward so my butt was close to him and putting my hands on my knees to steady myself I told him to put the bottom of my dress up over my back. After he did, I ask him if he liked what he saw and he said he did, then I told him to put lots of the Vaseline on his finger and put it into me and he told me that he didn't think he needed to because I was very "wet" there. (I had started becoming "wet" when I started putting the long colon tube into him.) I told him that the "wet" was coming from somewhere else than where enemas go and told him to feel below that place and he would know where the "wet" was coming from. A few moments later his fingers were going up into my Vagina and began caressing me in there, then I could feel his thumb playing with my anal sphincter, a moment or two after that he put some Vaseline on his thumb and he started pushing it into me while he continued to caress my vagina moving his hand in a rocking motion first with all his thumb in my butt and then taking it out part way as his fingers went deep in my Vag. I let him continue that way for a little while but was afraid that he'd make me cumm before I had my enema so I told him to stop and then to rub his fingers up the cleft of my butt to the top and then rub them up and down for a few moments which brought me even closet to going over the top so I told him to stop and I really needed him to start my enema. While he was playing with me from time to time he’d groan and pant rapidly as cramps passed through him as he struggled to continue holding his enema till I would tell him to let it out, then I got down onto the floor in the knee chest position with my butt close to him and told him that when he started giving me the enema he could let his enema go, which he did. And did. He quickly put the 18-inch colon tube all the way into me and I was so hot I took the entire enema without having him stop or slow it. When the bag emptied I had him rapidly rub my clit till I went over the top. When we had finished expelling we were both exhausted. I kept the modified nurses uniform on and we both crawled into bed and took an afternoon nap. About three hours later we woke up and Marvin had intercourse with his beloved nurse Miss Ryner for the first time. (I think he has always been somewhat in love with her and that's OK, it really helps the fantasy.) And he was as vigorous as a bridegroom on his wedding night.

Over the years Miss Ryner 2 has changed somewhat and it's never the same each time like the Miss Ryner one which has to be just so to make it work. The 36-inch colon tube stays the same, that's the longest tube we use on each other, and when the EZEM clear plastic 3-liter bags became available we started using them instead of the over expanded rubber combo bag. Since the first time he usually can't hold the enema until I start receiving mine so he'll expel and then give me mine in the bedroom while I'm lying across the bed on my back and he kneels on the floor in front of me to give it and pleasures me orally.

Our third Miss Ryner scenario started the weekend closest to the 20th anniversary of when we gave enemas to each other for the first time, which happened 6 months after we were married. I’ll post it in the future.

Marlene, I love your Miss Rymer enema fantasies. Wow! You two are very fortunate to have each other!

Another of our scenarios:

CARRY ME AWAY

Marvin and I have been married for 42 years and became Enemates about 6 months after the wedding.

After a few years, somewhere around 9 of them, the novelty of marital and enema play wore off for us. By then we had three children and even when we could get the chance to be alone it became the same old enema play time after time, same old intercourse positions, even up to the point where I just knew how long Marvin could last and being the gentleman he was, and still is, he did usually manage to satisfy me orally or with a vibrator, but I wanted more than a vibrator good as it was, heck, I could do that for myself. And we were developing an overall ho-hum attitude about our life together and how we treated each other. We weren't headed for the divorce court, yet, and may never have but something definitely had to be done.

Then one evening we went out with friends to a mystery dinner play and had a great time. Somehow the play or perhaps the pretend part of a play inspired Marvin. That week, unknown to me, he ask my parents if they could keep the kids for the weekend and they were delighted. Following his lead they called and ask if they could have them for the weekend and if so they would pick them up at home after they got home from school on Friday, I was delighted with the offer and agreed so they did. At that time I was still a home-maker, I didn't go back to school and then start work till the last one, our son, was in middle school.

Friday afternoon Marvin called me at home and said; "My dearest, since your husband is away till next week on a business trip, can we get together for a few hours?" Of course I recognized his voice and didn't know what to say, so I responded with: What are you talking about? He replied: We need to spend a few hours alone my dearest, I'll be at your front door right at five and we'll go and have dinner and see a play, please be ready. And then he hung up. I called his office and was told he was out for the day. I didn't know what to think other then that he had lost it. Promptly at five he drove up to the front of the house in a car that wasn't ours, he had rented it. I went out and he opened the car door and said get in quickly, I don't want your neighbors to see us together and tell your husband. I got in, then he did and we drove off. He headed out of town and we went almost 100 miles to another town. As he did he told me that we had dinner reservations at nine and a room for two nights in a good hotel. I protested that I wasn't dressed to go out and couldn't change clothes so he pointed to a suitcase on the back seat of the car and told me all the clothes I needed was in it and to just let our adventure begin.

Unknown to me, he had packed a suitcase for me and snuck them out of the house the day before. I settled back and enjoyed the ride, trying to figure out what was happening, we got to the hotel and checked in, I showered, that is we showered and opening the suitcase I found changes of underwear, dresses, blouses, dress shoes and hose. After a fabulous dinner at a nearby fine restaurant we went to a local play house and saw Blythe Spirit, it was hilarious. Returning to the hotel we went to the bar for a few drinks then went up to the room and got ready for bed, that's when I discovered I didn't have any night clothes. Marvin said that the black bra, bikini panties and thigh high hose I had on would be just fine, and it was, as well as what happened before we went to sleep in each others arms, which had not happened so ardently for quite a while, and then again in the morning, and he satisfied me both times without "toys," after we got started the only thing I had on all night was the black hose. At nine there was a knock on the door and I ducked into the bathroom and Marvin put on his robe and answered the knock. It was room service with a Champaign breakfast he had preordered.

When we took our luggage out of the car, there was my suitcase from the back seat, his from the trunk and a small night bag that hadn't been opened as yet. After breakfast and the dishes had been taken away Marvin opened it and showed me our "adult toys" and a selection of our enema things, in those days an open top and a combo bag with their enema and douche nozzles. The remainder of the morning was spent in "Play" and for a few more times that weekend.

The weekend was fabulous and we got home Sunday afternoon and my parents brought the kids back home. That night in bed Marvin told me how much he loved me and I also told him the same thing and how wonderful he was and what a great weekend we'd had, it was just what we needed to start the spark back up, and I ask him what was next. He told me that, that was my responsibility and as a result I developed the Miss Ryner "enema nurse" scenario which through the years has led to other scenarios. We only do each one not more than 3 times through the year to keep things from ever becoming boring again, and we do at least two "carry me away surprise away weekends" a year even through we’re now empty nesters, each of us planning every other one, and they are always a surprise event and go to different locations, never the same place twice and the marital and “E” play things, procedures and types (nothing hurtful) also varies each time.

Yes, Marlene ........ after all the years, there's always a way to keep things fresh. It just takes a little work and some imagination.

Lucky you.

Marlene, what a wonderful recount of your relationship with Marvin. He must love you very much.

ENEMA LOTTERY

Although not an actual scenario it has the same effect and provides lots of mystery of what is to happen.

A serious draw back to our enema play after the first few years was the play became too commonplace, in other words BOREING. We were constantly doing the same things so we realized variety was needed, then one day we were attending a local charity event and purchased several lottery/drawing tickets for various items to be won, tickets were dropped into a box that corresponded to the item offered, a winning ticket was drawn from each box to see who had won. We didn’t win anything, but an inspiration hit me. When we arrived home I told Marvin about my idea and he went for it immediately. Within an hour or so we had it set up and the following weekend was one of our “E” weekends meaning we would start Friday evening with both of us having 2 enemas a SSE and a saline rinse as preparation for the remainder of the weekend play. Then for Saturday and Sunday we would each have 3 and possibly 4 enemas per day. So we put the lottery into practice. The idea was simple yet it greatly improved our activities. We had an enema by lottery for one session on each day of the weekend with the exception of Friday.

We got 9 small boxes and listed items for each type item or activity on separate pieces of paper:

Box #1, was our enema delivery containers; 4 bags, 2 open top & 2 combo, 3 bulb syringes, 1-adult 8-oz & 2 10oz douche, reserved for enemas only and 2 cans a Jones from my aunt and a Volrath from Marvin’s mother.

Box #2, was all of our nozzles; 6 each, 2 adult, 2 Juvenile, 2 Douche used for enemas only, and 4 colon/rectal tubes of various different lengths 18 to 30 inches & F-sizes 36 & 38.

Box #3, was various enema solutions; plain warm water, Soap Suds, Saline, Coffee, Epsom salts, Chamomile Tea, Catnip Tea, and wine 1-oz wine to 3-oz water no more than 1-quart.

Box #4, was 6 volumes from a half quart increasing by half quart amounts to 3 quarts.

Box #5, for me had 9 various types of clothing and lingerie items or naked.

Box #6, clothing for Marvin 4 items or naked.

Box #7, was holding times from 0 to 15 minutes in 5 minute increments.

Box #8, was locations; bathroom, bedroom, living room, porch spa and back yard.

Box #9 was other toys, 2 vibrators, 2 butt plugs, 1 anal beads to enhance the sensual experience.

That was the start of the lottery, since then the amount of items in all boxes have increased to one degree or another especially in boxes 1, 2, 5 & 9.

We also have added two more boxes, they come into play if a slip to do so is drawn from box 1:

Box 10 lists 15 videos of enema play, mostly from the collector, and we follow them either during or after viewing them using the same basic equipment, enema type, position, volume and clothing if any. NOTE: Since most of the videos and picture participants are women, the one who draws the item receives the enema and both the recipient and the giver must dress as depicted.

Box 11 has Pictures of enemas being given and we follow what they depict.

As you can imagine our “E” play and marital relations improved dramatically.

Marlene

I haven't thought of "role-playing" when giving an enema or otherwise being a nurse to our family, but when I think about it, I have role-played to an extent. I think all Moms, Dads and caregivers probably have (and do), when they're administering a medication or carrying out some "medical" procedure, even as simple as taking a temperature.

Take this Mom's (what I recall actual) conversation when daughter's stomach is so upset and with a fever that she can't keep Tylenol tablets down. "Jen, Doctor prescribed medication to bring down your fever, and I just picked it up at the pharmacy. It's a little suppository and it goes in your bottom. This is not going to hurt. You're going to feel a little coolness when I put a little K-Y on you so you will hardly feel me giving it to you. I need to have you on your side, and raise your hips a little so I can slip your nightie bottoms down. Can you take a deep breath through your mouth for me. Now, let it out . . . OK, it's in. I'm just wiping off the K-Y. I'm pulling your bottoms back up. I want you to lie still for a few minutes while the suppository melts. This will begin to take effect in just a few minutes...."

Anyway, you get the picture. Is role-playing communication much different than actually doing the "real thing?" I don't think so. I've "role-played" a couple of times over the years getting a sick husband to stop arguing and let me give him an enema. All in a Mom's role as wife, lover, parent, caregiver and nurse!

Vicky, your post reads so wonderful & loving, and I am a youngish orphan, would you consider some form of adoption? To be a part of your family would be...

Ryan

In a previous relationship i was dating a nurse. we had talked about our enema histories and were well aware of each others anal eroticism. one evening i arrived home from work to find my gf wearing a terry cloth robe that id previously told her reminded me of my grandmother. i commented on that and said that i was looking pale . i immediately picked up on the fact that she was into "grandma mode" and proceeded to have a delicious session of multiple enemas until clear (and exhaustion) lovingly and gently administered. i was a very happy and grateful little girl.

Love to role play as doc., nurse/patient.

I have a girlfriend who I have know since were kids. And we have grown older we have become very close friends. We spend time with each other over the summer. I will spend a week with her and vice-versa. We have become very intimate over the years and we enjoy roleplaying with one another. I am a nurse in r/l and have given her enemas in the past for constipation as well as for menstrual cramping. We both enjoy being given enemas and we have introduced roleplaying whenever we get together. Our n favorite role play has become Nurse/patient. and we include rectal temp taking as well as enemas. When we are unable to be together we do play online and this makes our time when we do visit that much more exciting and fun.

Yeah, over Skype chat. Fun because there are so many ways it can go.

Since I'm Dominant and also I'm a pro-Domme since 2006... I have had plenty of TOP experience as most clients are alpha males looking to power exchange and in my personal life I haven't had a partner into kink for several years. Now that the partner has shifted the dynamic of our private relationship i find I want to do as my clients are doing when they come to me... ESCAPE FROM THE SAME THING.... BEING IN CHARGE! SOMETIMES IT JUST GETS OLD ... I find when I'm in a personal dynamic and I'm engaging in fetish play for my personal wants, I want to be the one taken - forced - disciplined - controlled and never in a nice way. I don't spend too much time over thinking why my fantasies lie with power being taken away but I'm gonna bet it stems from something that happened in my childhood... lol!

When I'm in control I like bitchy boss and bad assistant, governess, your mom's best friend, a sexilushious cougar, doctor, disciplinarian....

Role playing is something entirely new to me. I met a woman who is 22 years younger than myself. She started calling me daddy and I started calling her princess she told me She likes spankings They really trying to run She would wear all kinds of sexy outfits looking like a school girl So I would question her about her behavior at school and announced that she was going to get a spanking

Bing I am an enema in enthusiast I decided to incorporate spankings and enemas You should've seen the look on her face when I went and got spanking strap and a full enema bag. She squirmed And begged and said no I don't want and enema I don't need an enema I basically said I don't care you're getting an enema and you're gonna get a spanking is well Well I gave her 2 enemas that day Add a spanking and had sex with her So I have to say I like this daddy Princess role play A lot of fun

I have found that role playing adds such a depth to the experience. I take as many situations that at one time a person may remember at a time in there life when they were younger or older. Just to mention a few Dr. patient, being caught doing something they shouldn't, embarassed because they are sexually stimulated naturally, or being punished because of misbehavior. It's when a person feels vulnerable or when they don't know what to expect next. What makes the play even better is being dominant OR caring/comforting to those involved.

For me role playing is integral to the pleasure of enemas. I love both the clinical, but erotic, nurse play and auntie/mommy/babysitter type of age play. Even solo I try to play out my fantasies.

I haven't really done much except for my first ever session where I introduced a paddle to a lady that got paddled as a girl. This episode is detailed in my story "The Enema Rookie" I would like to do a school girl enema complete with uniform one of these days. Hmmm

As a Klismo, I love enemas, especially when I receive them from a partner. Role playing is a minor fetish of mine, too, so when both are combined it doubles the fun. No, make that sextuples the fun.

So, Sallyxx, may I be your partner?

So, Sallyxx, may I be your partner?

I don't know, Wolf. Do you like role play? How would you go about giving me an enema in, say, a doctor-patient scenario?

Well, Sallyxx, if you would only meet with me, I will be delighted to demonstrate in great detail what will happen to you, starting with your naked ass up on a pillow. And from there........

Well, Sallyxx, if you would only meet with me, I will be delighted to demonstrate in great detail what will happen to you, starting with your naked ass up on a pillow. And from there........

LOL! Wolf! I guess I asked for that. You called my bluff!

Actually I called for your "butt."

I like role-play, especially involving enemas and other medical things, as it's kinky and fun. But it's not my altogether favorite thing.

I'm more about intimacy. And that, for me, means spontaneity (not really following any purported role, practicing certain dialogues, or reading from a perceived script). Honestly, I'm not a very good actor and sometimes I feel a bit awkward in role playing though I still enjoy it overall.

When it comes to intimacy, I really like to get to know a person via email or messaging to see what he likes or doesn't like (I'm gay so talking about male-to-male encounters), incorporating that into the play, and then following my intuition and his response to guide the rest of the way. No script, no practiced dialogue, just let nature take its place. I look for sounds and expressions that tell me the other person is taking pleasure in whatever I'm doing at the moment and capitalizing on that to enhance his experience...and mine. And, of course, vice versa.

I would imagine in long-term relationships and marriage that intimacy would figure in much more prominently with role-playing. But where there is no long term relationship, the role-play encounter usually lacks intimacy, sometimes totally. It becomes, essentially, a one-act "stage play" of an erotic nature.

Oddly enough, many of my encounters with partners for role-play have been with straight men, not gay men. So intimacy doesn't work well in those cases. Yet, I have had similar encounters with gay men where intimacy was also sorely lacking because the other person was attached to someone else long term and did not want to get "involved" beyond the role play.

I like the closeness of another male and seeing him naked (and being naked myself). I enjoy those brief encounters of enema role-play, but admit I still miss the intimacy through bonding with another person during enema and other anal/sexual play. I still keep looking for "Mr. Right" to come along that will turn into more than just a rare encounter. Role play continues to fill the void of giving/receiving enemas but it's just for the fun and experience, not so much for intimacy.

I'm more about intimacy. And that, for me, means spontaneity .... No script, no practiced dialogue, just let nature take its place.

I think a lot of us yearn for intimacy with another person. Sex for its own sake leaves many of us with a sense of something vital missing.

Role play for me is always spontaneous. As you say, getting to know another person well allows nature to take over. Based on what I learn about my partner, I become almost intuitive about what he wants and needs.

Sallyxx said

I think a lot of us yearn for intimacy with another person. Sex for its own sake leaves many of us with a sense of something vital missing.

If there are times where you do have sex with intimacy, then the times you have sex for its own sake are just as good. A good raw fuck is terrific once in a while.

If you never have sex with intimacy, I can see you would feel something is missing.

For me the role play would be a doc/patient scenario. I would arrive at the doc's office with cramps and stomach pain. The male nurse would escort me to the office where I would get the usual blood pressure and weight exam. I would be told to undress completely and put on a gown. Then I would be led to a room where I would lay face down on an exam table and have my temperature taken rectally. The male doc would arrive and do a quick exam including fingering my prostate after which he would tell me I needed a rectal exam. He would slowly spread my butt cheeks and insert a lubed finger and slowly insert two suppositories deep inside. The nurse would have me stand up while he raised the table and put the stirrups in position. I would be told to lay on my back with my legs in the stirrups. The nurse would then disappear and the doctor would return with a large bulb syringe or two and long nozzles. Next to the table would be a large bowl of very soapy thick solution to which he would roll over to the end of the exam table. He would squeeze the bulb into the solution to make it bubbly and then squeeze the soap solution into the bulb. The doc then inserts a lubed finger into my rectum and moves it around slowly. He inserts the first bulb syringe in slowly and squeezes the solution inside. It is hot and I feel it enter my bowels. He continues in this fashion until the bulb is empty. Then he takes the second bulb with a larger longer (thicker) nozzle and repeats with the soapy solution squeezing it until the soap bubbles reappear on the surface of the solution. He fills the bulb with it and slowly inserts the bulb deep into my rectum and once again squeezes the bulb solution inside. At this point the urge to evacuate develops and he slide a bucket/bed pan under the end of the table for me to let it out. The doctor leaves the room and the male nurse enter with a large bulging enema bag - open top - with the soapsuds showing out the top. The nozzle is long and thick. He rolls the stand over to me and the doctor returns to administer the large hot soapy enema into my bowels. The nozzle is thick and inserted as far as it will go in my rectum. Again, he takes out the nozzle when the bag is empty and I evacuate into a bowl. The nurse and doctor leave momentarily and the nurse returns with another stand with two enema bags. One has a dark solution seen from the clear silicone bag with an attached 12 inch hard delrin nozzle The second bag looks like it has a thick soapy solution and a colon tube. The nurse lubes my anus again and sticks his finger deeply inside. He is giving me this enema. He slowly and deliberately inserts the long nozzle until it comes to a stop...he releases the clamp and the cold solution descends into my bowels. He slowly pushed the nozzle deeper as the water expands inside me until the entire nozzle is deep and I feel the coldness of the solution. Once the bag is empty, he removes the nozzles to let me evacuate again in the bucket. He leaves the room only to have the doctor re-enter. The doctor lubes his finger and inserts it deep inside and then takes the colon tube and takes crisco from a can and greases the entire colon tube. He explain that the entire 20 inches will go inside to clean my bowels. He slowly inserts the first part o the colon tube and releases the hot soapy solution into me and as the water proceeds up my bowels, he slides in more tube and more until the entire tube is deeply set in my bowels. He continues to release the water until the bag is empty. He removes the colon tube slowly and again I evacuate into the bucket. While he is doing this, the nurse enter with another enema bag of clear water and a large silicone nozzle and the doctor lubes it up and inserts it deeply inside and let's the water flow. Then the nurse and doctor leave the room and return with a scope and speculum. The doc inserts the speculum and lights my anal cavity. Then he inserts the lubed scope as far as it will go and again looks inside. I am told to dress and return in a week for another similar exam. If the nurse or doctor are hot, I would let either one fuck me after the enemas.

Many many times with a real or fantasy Domme forcing me to take a submissive large long retained enema while she makes me do as many things as possible to increase my embarrassment in front of her. The more submissive and humiliated I feel getting a huge enema from her the better, including tight rubber clothes and sneakers to sweat under, holding a large volume for a long time while I'm forced to give her sexual stimulation before I can release it and anything she wants to do to increase my servility and humiliation, the more erotic it is. D/s role playing like that is such a powerful erotic stimulus I almost can't describe it. Watching her writhe around in sexual pleasure while she's forcing me to sweat and hold a huge enema for a long time is just indescribably stimulating. If I'm lucky sometimes she'll make me hold it all evening or even occasionally overnight so I can give her multiple orgasms and endure multiple sequential fillings while she watches me struggle and distend more and more. Role play like that is extremely powerful and satisfying.

Eric