What psychological aspect of your enema ritual particularly turns you on?

I don't have a ritual and cannot remember ever having an enema administered when i was a kid.

my introduction to enema was when i was 7 or 8 and a neighborhood boy friend (who i had a crush on), showed me His enema when i was at His house and explained how His mom would "stick it up [his] butt." Even at that young age, He was pretty sophisticated and manipulative, almost like He was grooming me? Or maybe that was just wishful feeling? We were young. But His explanation definitely stirred excitement and an awkward feeling in me. When i went home, i found our enema kit in the top of the bathroom cabinet. It had a red bag, a long tan tube, a black screw in plug with a hole in it to connect the hose to the bag, and a cream colored, rigid nozzle. It was bigger at the insert end and had four indentations with two holes each at the bulb end, then tapered down to where it connected to the hose. i focused on the nozzle and it became my first dildo and the first thing i ever put in my own rectum.

To this day, the idea of getting an enema from someone else evokes the same feeling i had at age 7, awkward excitement.

In another discussion on enema, a Dom woman really nailed it for me (even though i'm gay). For me the psychological aspect/s are surprise and affectionate control. She talked of waking Her sub up by "pulling his panties down." She had me there. i am not feminine and don't wear panties, so there would be a real mind fuck aspect for me to wear panties to please a partner, definitely a subjugating aspect. She next talked of him waking to feeling his "ass cheeks spread," or feeling his "hole violated."

All of those aspects: being clothed in something that makes me feel awkward in the first place, then having that manipulated further by being stripped and awaking to that, being penetrated with an enema nozzle and waking up to that. Those are all HUGE mind fuck turn ons for me.

For me it's the anticipation and the humiliation of having to strip or pull my pants down for an enema.

My ritual many times involves recreating the childhood experience of being 11 or 12 and having to bare myself for an enema. If I'm really into the fantasy, I'll start in the morning with imagining myself being told that I'm to have an enema later in the day. I can then visit that fantasy during the day and build the anticipation/dread. It does not always work, but it can be quite stimulating when it does!

The complete vulnerability!

At that time an in that situation I am not in control of my most basic bodily function.

I breathe in deep, an crack that valve, and I have to do what an inanimate object tells me to! I have to fight it for the next fifteen minutes, but it always wins!

It's that complete dominance by something that is not even alive.

The anticipation is exciting. Then surrendering to all the sensations, cramping, pain as I hold the enema for 20 minutes or so. Feeling the nozzle slide in very slowly and then the internal balloon being inflated and filling me up, the external balloon swelling and pressing my cheeks as it locks the entire assembly in place. Lying there just being aware of this large thing inside me, and then the click and immediate feeling of warmth followed by some discomfort as the water enters my sigmoid colon.

Is this psychological? I don't know but it certainly is ritual.

I only give but the baring of the bottom for a quick temp and the first glimpse of the browneye winking, then spreading the cheeks and clicking the tube open. The look on her face when the water starts to the embarrassed little look as she releases. It's all a turn on for me!

I never received enemas from family; my first came while hospitalized and confined to a body cast. The first few were Fleets, from male nurses who were as alienated by the procss as I was. Then one evening I got the traditional quart of warm water and soap from an irrigating can. I don't recall sprouting an erection or being aroused sexually in any way, but the two mature ladies seemed to enjoy their work. And for whatever reason, the apparatus was left in plain sight while the two schmoozed at the nurses' station. I couldn't understand (at the time) how this penetration of my body could leave me feelng so much better.

A few years later, when the hormones began to flow, I found an unused combination syringe (a Faultless “Wearever 45”) in a bathroom cabinet, and began experimenting on myself. This gradually evolved into a ritual, the enemas always taken nude, on my back (as when hospitalized), and while lying in a “nest” of old towels on the bathroom floor. This was always done when I could indulge in what John Steinbeck referred to (in Cannery Row) as a “deep-dish, sit-down bath”, plenty of shampoo, and finished off with a hot, thorough shower and clean bed linen. I also discovered that an ounce-or-so of liquid glycerine would promote a more forceful, and complete expulsion, and a pleasant, “hollow”, cleaned-out sensation in my abdomen.

Unfortunately, I've had to forego this practice since developing a subdural hematoma, which has affected my sense of balance and made getting up off the floor onto the “porcelain throne” a bit more of a challenge.

For me, it's two-sided, since I like getting enemas, and LOVE giving them. .

Seeing a naked girl, waiting for me with her bottom exposed…if she's on her side, I'm behind her, and she can't see me. Telling her to get into the Sims position (I describe and help); then, opening her. This has always been a huge erotic thrill, as I know she has to relax her buttocks if insertion is to be easy. I love lifting that cheek and exposing what's there, and knowing that this is a moment of extreme vulnerability for her. Telling her when I'm about to lube her with my finger, /seeing how she sometimes quivers just before I slide my long thick finger inside her bottom. Then the nozzle. She usually expects it to be smaller than my finger, but it's usually much larger, and she groans with the stretching and deep invasion. Listening to her gasp as the water begins to flow in, initially quite fast, but then slower so she can take it all ("my" girls always do. They have no choice). Listening to the moans and whimpers as she fills. Countering the begging (if it occurs) with a firm, “No, the bag is not empty yet. You have to take it all, so the next one will be easier." Waiting, as the fluid goes deep inside her. Watching the bag deflate as she fills. Leading her to the toilet where she finds I am staying with her, to monitor the expulsion. Enjoying her embarrassment as she empties in front of me. When she is done, giving her a bit to drink and helping her lie down to wait for her next enema…

As I have always applied to me I can not say much, but the process pleases me, from the preparation of the equipment to the explusao and sensacao of cleaning

Being taught I was going to receive and waiting during preparation was so exciting, then undressing and being between grandma’s hands for the administration

Being given thorough, sensuous enemas by someone else and you have hardly any control.

A week ago today I had a total left ankle replacement. Which I'm hoping will be a very good thing for me. All I can really do is elevate the heavy cast that reaches up to my knee, though I can pivot around to the bedside commode if needed.

I'm taking a very strong antibiotic PLUS pain pills which further constipate me worse and are giving me a very bad stomach ache. Thankfully, I have my best friend (retired R.N.) caring for me. She is giving me a large SSE daily. She's given me Harris flushes for gas, resulting in good farts and bowel movements on the potty chair, inserted a flatus tube a few times which also helps me fart. She has, at times, made me release into a bedpan because I was in too much pain to swivel around to get to the potty chair.

With the SSE's she moves the large tulip nozzie around some and I've had two climaxes just from the enemas and that hasn't happened for a long time, I assure you!!

Just send prayers for my new ankle joint and body to recover. I sure do appreciate it…..love MEG

It's exciting for me to remember that, even if I didn't want to, I had to for it anyway!

Being given thorough, sensuous enemas by someone else and you have hardly any control.

A week ago today I had a total left ankle replacement. Which I'm hoping will be a very good thing for me. All I can really do is elevate the heavy cast that reaches up to my knee, though I can pivot around to the bedside commode if needed.

I'm taking a very strong antibiotic PLUS pain pills which further constipate me worse and are giving me a very bad stomach ache. Thankfully, I have my best friend (retired R.N.) caring for me. She is giving me a large SSE daily. She's given me Harris flushes for gas, resulting in good farts and bowel movements on the potty chair, inserted a flatus tube a few times which also helps me fart. She has, at times, made me release into a bedpan because I was in too much pain to swivel around to get to the potty chair.

With the SSE's she moves the large tulip nozzie around some and I've had two climaxes just from the enemas and that hasn't happened for a long time, I assure you!!

Just send prayers for my new ankle joint and body to recover. I sure do appreciate it…..love MEG

@Moms_Egirl,

News to me until just now, but prayers and good wishes and vibes for your new ankle! Glad you have your great old enema expert RN friend to help you tend to your GI needs and desires. Very glad she’s still good at inducng orgasms for you during your enemas.

“Being given thorough, sensuous enemas by someone else and you have hardly any control.”

Yes, a wonderful part of receiving enemas from a trusted partner. Fantastic.

Eric

P.S. What’s a Harris flush?

@ericmacson Hi Eric, A Harris flush enema is basically a raise up high, then lower down to the floor to relieve trapped gas. Myfriend used a plastic enema bucket and hose. She slid the hose way up into my rectum, started the water flow and held the bucket high for about thirty seconds or maybe a minute and then lowered the bucket to the floor and let the waste from the hose in my bottom flow back into the bucket under water. Gas bubbles started to form. I got relief from gas pain. She performed this about 3 times then gave me a regular SSE. The high to low pressure from the Harris was intense but felt so good having water flow into and out of my colon.

Meg Good to hear you have such wonderful care during your recovery. MY prayers are indeed with you on a speedy recovery.

I appreciate that @Hiddenuser. It means alot!

I love everything about it. From the time I am told I am getting an enema until I hear the water running. Then in comes the female Nurse / E-mate carrying a full 4 quart bag, probes my ass and gives me a prostate massage. Next comes the DBN inserted and inflated and the clamp released. The feeling of the water coursing through my body is exquisite, nothing like it. What happens next???

@Moms_Egirl Just send prayers for my new ankle joint and body to recover. I sure do appreciate it…..love MEG

You have them and more 🌹🌹🌹 Please keep us informed.

I appreciate that @Hiddenuser. It means alot!

@Moms_Egirl Speedy recovery Meg. 😃🌹

For me, it's the anticipation. Sitting in the bedroom hearing the water running in the bathroom and the preparations being made. Then being called into the bathroom and seeing the big enema bag hanging up on the shower curtain rod

All of it but particularly the interaction with a mature woman.

Three things! The first is viewing someone - male or fem - turned onto his/her side; knees pulled up so that the anus is fully exposed. The next is viewing the slow insertion of any nozzle and wishing to see the person's facial expression as well as how the anus clenches. Lastly, seeing the individual laying there while the solution is delivered. It drives me especially crazy to see them lying on their stomachs with the butt cheeks clenched, and the solution flowing into them. Also enjoy hearing them comment or making sounds as it is done! These are the elements of arousal and knowing how submissive the experience is for them or me!

MEG — prayers for your new ankle and a swift, complete recovery are winging their way up to Heaven. It sounds like you are being well looked after. I bet your doctor will be pleased to know the new ankle has led to several Big OH climaxes — do ask if that's usual, lol

All good things, Tommy, Tom, Thomas

The sound of a squishy squeeze bulb syringe

I like the surrender, the removal of clothes and exposing myself.

Anticipation without a doubt. Two stories: 1st - This usuallt occurred during my pre-teen years …. whenever MaMa told me that she was going to give me an enema the next morning, I always found it very hard to fall asleep and when I finally did, I usually dreamed of Mom giving me one… 2nd - During Our second honeymoon, I remember my wife, before breakflast, announced that she was going to give me a special enema. But, first She told me to go into the living room of the cabin, that we were renting, while she got the thing ready. I did! Sitting on the couch, i saw her as she came out, went to cabin’s bedroom, retrieved some liquid ivory soap and then I watched as she re-entered the bathroom. I could hear the water in the bathroom running. To tell the truth… My heart began to stir and the butterflies in my belly began to fly. I was so keyed up that even the slightest touch would blow my mind. Then, the wife came out of the bathroom and over to me. She leaned over and whispered “I am not quite ready for you yet!” My heart was eating 200 beats a minute. Then, she kissed me and walked over to on or the cabin’s kitchen cabinets where she took out a bowl. I wondered what was she up to? That question was answered within seconds as she walked over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer section where she filled the bowl with ice cubes. Boy was the Anticipation building and as I said before the proverbial butterflies where swarming in my belly. I watched as she closed the freezer and proceeded back to the bathroom. A minute or so later she came out again and over to me. She reached her hand out and pulled me up out of my seat and over to her. She lay a big wet kiss onto my lips and whispered “Are you ready?” Goodness sakes! Was I? Anticipation! Wow!

If you would ask a woman who began taking enemas for her physical health and then also experienced the sensory benefits, she would likely admit it can be just as satisfying for how she feels emotionally.

Times when I was irregular, cramping, headache, backache, bloated, bitchy — women know what I mean — there’s something psychological about taking a good enema cleanse that helps settle my mental state. (Just ask my husband and daughters!) I can’t explain it scientifically, except I sense it’s more of a female thing.

The emotional feelings of self-love and acceptance I experience after an extended enema session gives me great pleasure. But during my sessions there are so many aspects of enema play that are very sexually stimulating. It's all so good❤🚀😜😈

Oh my. Mom says that she's going to give me an enema… “an E N E M A!" At 9 years old, the family enema was a dreaded relative only to come visit me occasionally. The E N E M A would sleep soundly in its box in the bathroom closet most times but after mom expressed her intent to give me an E N E M A , it would wake up and become alive and imposing in its big, bulging, red rubber presence full of warm soapsuds intended to make my little twink tummy ache. I was Just a slip of a boy- soft, smooth, pale white twink bare bottom and naked white skinny bare legs often covered with goose bumps along with a smooth little tummy that would distend and swell from a visit from that dreaded family relative….. the E N E M A !!https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/97047

The psychological anticipation, standing all bare, except for my ankle socks and little play shoes, watching Daddy filling Mommy's enema bag. The dull hollow sound the water made as the big red rubber enema bag was filled. The sight of the big red rubber enema bag glistening with beads of moisture hanging from the towel rack over the straight backed bathroom chair. Desperately wanting Daddy to close the bathroom door so no one would see me laying all bare over the bathroom chair while Daddy gave me my enema. Laying very still and trying to be a good girl as Daddy slowly inserted the enema nozzle into my up turned bottom.

@Patty10 , I love giving enemas to @sirensong . As a special treat to me, she wears ankle stockings with lace at the top. It so turns me on! Here's what she wears: https://www.amazon.com/SEMOHOLLI-Cotton-Ruffle-Princess-Pairs-white/dp/B082N1119D/ref=sr_1_2_sspa?crid=1050LEVH45UQD&keywords=lace+ankle+socks+women&qid=1664057786&sprefix=lace+an%2Caps%2C182&sr=8-2-spons&psc=1