Who is Sherry Taylor? What was Sherema?

@stingr While I agree that the absence of the Tylers, Sherry Tayor, who I didn't have any contact with and Klystra has left a void in the Enema Community, for the lack of a better word, the Internet has created opportunities that were unfathomable a few years ago. In the heyday of the aforementioned enema people and companies, there was no place for interactions between the sexes regarding enemas and medical fetishes. I look for some company to fill the enema equipment void left by Klystra. As far as what the Tylers did, photo sets and videos are much more plentiful now than they were in the Tyler's days. I really don't know much about Sherry Taylor other than what I have read here and I am not familiar with what is going on in L.A. so I can't really comment with any degree of expertise but like my mother used to say. "These are the good ole days."

The Sherema Clinic was located near Hollywood Blvd in LA when I first visited it in late 1979. The exterior was a one story nondescript building in a small fenced compound without any signage. When you entered there was a small reception area with a counter, like a doctor's office and a few chairs. The attractive young woman greeted you and offered a printed menu of services.

You were asked to show a driver's license and asked if you were a cop (I think).

With the formalities done, your therapist came out to greet you and offer you a tour of the place. As I remember, there were three treatment rooms plus a room for enemas preparation and a dungeon. Two of the treatment rooms had a brown exam couch along the left wall, head near the door, with an IV pole attached to the foot of the couch. Beyond the foot of the couch was a small bathroom with a toilet and a sink. The toilet was on the left, shielded from view by a wall. There was no door.

The third treatment room was a mirror image of the other two and had an early version of a Dirker Colonic machine, with the conical water reservoir from the 1930s. Sadly, I never got to try it.

The enema preparation room had a counter with sink and many bags, hoses, nozzles, etc. The dungeon was all black and dimly lit. There was a spanking horse prominent and a bondage cross on the wall. Also, there was an attached bathroom also all black, including a black toilet.

For my session, I'd opted for a colon tube enema, then a rinse given with a bulb douche. The therapist, M*****, came in and put a tower on the couch and told me to get undressed, which I did ... all but socks and underwear. In a few minutes she came in carrying a full Sherema 4 qt red rubber bag, amber latex hose and a colon tube, about Fr 30. She hung the bag on the IV pole and told me I had to take my underwear off, LoL, and lie on my left side. She was wearing a thin, short nightie and black skimpy bra and panties. I lay on my left side and she lubed me and the tube and started inserting it. Over the next couple of minutes, she got the tube fully up into me and I filled from the big bag. She let my free hand roam over here at will. .. everywhere.

After a while, I heard a slurp and realized that all the solution in that giant bag was fully in me and I really HAD to poo. She pulled out the colon tube sand I hurried to the toilet and barely made it before the gushing started.

After sitting a while, she came and asked if I was ready for my rinse. Yes I replied nd went back to the couch. She then started the rinse, using a bulb douche syringe, modified for continuous flow. Every time she squeezed the bulb a surge flowed into me.

After a while of this, I got up and released more water then dressed and left. As I remember, the entire session vcost about $100 and was well worth it. She was exceptionally skilled at inserting the colon tube.

Over the next couple of years I went to Sherema again two or three times. On one occasion, I gave an enema to one of the therapists too. It's a real pity the place no longer exists.

@Sean Thank you for your very, complete and graphic post.

I visited Sherry’s Apartment in the early 80’s. I was 20 at the time. She put me through almost all of my kinks. I found out that I can’t tolerate a balloon nozzle, as much as she tried. Good thing I haven’t required a barium enema. She was easy to talk to . Those memories .......

@muffasa Thank you for your post. I assume you visited Ms. Taylor after the shut down of Sherema.

Although it has little to do with the lead of this thread since I started the thread I guess that I can high jack it. What problems did you have with a balloon nozzle? I only had one used on me one time but I really can't remember anything special about it. Of course, I had suffered a head injury and was out of it, which I assume was the reason the nurse chose to use a balloon nozzle.

I answered an add for Sherry. This seemed to be her apartment and not a more realistic clinic, like some of the other posts mention. The balloon nozzle... I had no problem when she inserted it but after she inflated the inner balloon, I had a panicked urge to expel it. She inflated the outer balloon hoping the feeling would go away. Never got to opening the clamp. We switched to a colon tube and I totally enjoyed. She was easy going, not rushing. Took my temperature rectally. Inserted what I remember were 8 suppositories, weird but they never fully kicked in. Totally worth every dime.. Sad to hear she died ?

Jake

I visited the clinic about 40 years ago. The outside of the building looked like it was once a house but had been converted to an office building. When you entered the waiting area looked like a doctors office.

On your first visit you had to bring proof that you were not law enforcement. Usually a business card from where you were employed would work.

Once you were verified, they gave you a menu of services and prices. You could be given an enema or give an enema to a nurse or do both. It was lot more expensive to give an enema to the nurse. There was also all kinds of different types of enemas and nozzles you could request and those prices were all different.

Then they would give you a tour of the clinic. Each exam room had a bathroom attached. The equipment room was quite a sight.

After you chose the type of session you wanted the nurse would take you to the exam room and ask you to undress. I recall taking off all my clothes except my underwear. When the nurse came back she told me I’d have to remove them too.

While you were waiting for your nurse to prepare your enema they had a TV going in your room with a VCR playing enema porn.

The nurse had a nurses outfit that allowed her breasts to nearly pop out of her uniform. It was very hard not to keep your eyes off of her.

On one visit I requested the “modified squeeze bulb”. It was a douche bulb with a hose attached to an enema bag. I was told to get on the exam table and get on my hands and knees. The nurse parted my cheeks and I thought she was inserting the nozzle, but it was actually her finger lubing me up. Wow! What a feeling!!! After inserting the nozzle the nurse would squeeze the nozzle again and again without having to remove the nozzle.

They didn’t have sex or happy endings on the menu and I didn’t have the guts to ask.

After the enema session the nurse would always ask if there was anything else.

You could be given an enema or give an enema to a nurse or do both. It was lot more expensive to give an enema to the nurse. There was also all kinds of different types of enemas and nozzles you could request and those prices were all different.

Very interesting story (especially for me, I was born after that time). When you wrote 'a lot more expensive' - how much was that difference? Double cost? And do you remember how much was one enema session?

I am writing a book about kinky sexuality and working on an enema chapter right now. I want to collect as much information as I can and place it in the appropriate context - social and economical. Nowadays some paid kinky practices as watersports are gender-asymmetrical and it is much easier to find a woman on top (giving) position than on bottom (receiving) one. Your post is about late 1970-ies and it looks similar; very interesting.

I am sorry I have missed out on this place.

@Alexa_Tim I was a Sherema customer in the '70s and '80s, as well as seeing Sherry after Sherema closed. I'm a bit fuzzy on the exact amounts, but a "50-50" (receive one/give one) was about $50, where most of the "receiver" ones were about $35 or so.

@Alexa_Tim I was a Sherema customer in the '70s and '80s, as well as seeing Sherry after Sherema closed. I'm a bit fuzzy on the exact amounts, but a "50-50" (receive one/give one) was about $50, where most of the "receiver" ones were about $35 or so.

For a being in the 70's, that would have been a pretty remarkable and progressive place. I was getting my first colonics around that time on the east coast, but I'd never heard of a place where you could give an enema back to the staff also.

Eric

I went to Sherema in the mid 80s. As a kid right out of high school, I had played doctor/patient growing up, and had given myself enemas at home, but this was the first time I had gone to a "Professional ". The sessions were awesome, and would always include rectal temperature taking as well as the enemas. I even did the 50/50 sessions when I had the money, and learned quite a bit about the pleasures of giving and receiving enemas.

I've been an enemaholic ever since!

On a trip to LA from Texas I discovered the LAXpress sold in magazine racks on the streets. The classified ads always contained connections for enemas. That's where I discovered the Sherema Clinic. I couldn't believe it...a full blown fantasy clinic that offered all the experiences that sexually overwhelmed me. I visited many times. Those were the best enema experiences in my life. Sherry was my nurse very often. It was always a fully 4 quart soapsuds enema with a 4 quart rinse. I did age-play role-play...always a kid. Never did anything sexual. I was always forced to take the full 4 quarts, no matter how much I complained or whined. In one session...first time...Sherry inserted a catheter and left it in attached to a bag. She then gave me a huge barium enema followed by a huge rinse enema. I couldn't believe it! She only removed the catheter when I was finished expelling the enemas. On one visit I asked her what would happen if I refused to take the enema from the nurse. She said, "You'll find out!". This I did. I was taken to the Dungeon, restrained on my back on the large platform, attached to a leg separator and lifted off the surface of the platform. I was forced to take a 4 quart enema, then after expelling, was restrained on the X cross and caned and whipped until I couldn't take any more. Amazing! If she were there I would be back probably once a month. I lost track of her also. I think I heard she died a few years back.

I also visited Sherry at two other locations after she closed Sherema. Her routine for me was always the same..."Take all of your clothes off and get up on the table". She would return with a full bag of soapsuds and just start the enema without any delay. She had a unique energy while giving you an enema...matter of fact...skilled...firm like the nurses in hospitals when I was a kid...strictly business...always simply keeping the water going in until the bag was empty...never breaking the role-play or fantasy with small talk. I was always a kid...so when I would whine and sometimes really cry out she wouldn't say anything...just keep filling. Amazing experiences...wonderful! In all these years I've never found anyone who could do it like she did.

I knew about Sherema for years, but was on the wrong coast, so I only go to there only once. I must have been there on an off day, it wasn't very good, the young "nurse" who gave me the enema was uninspired.

But what about the other places you could get an enema?

In the early 1970's there was the House of Dominance, if memory serves off Cahuenga Blvd, very good, but I understand they were the victim of arson, the neighbours wanted them gone.

Next was Belle du Jour in Manhattan (NYC), late 1970's I went there many times, a good collection of enthusiastic young women, but not much in the way of equipment, so I would bring my own. Last visited in the mid-90's with Valarie, who I mention below. Now gone.

Back in the days of Screw Magazine there were "escorts," but some would give enemas, and some would let you give, same as Belle. There was a fellow David Barton-Jay who advertised erotic enemas, I tried him and the enemas were very good, but I prefer women.

In the early '90s I started going to Grand Dames in Los Angeles, Valarie was the best of the best, and we became friends outside of the work space. I would buy her plane tickets to the east coast to visit friends and we would get together for a night or two, and I would stay at her house when I was in Los Angeles. I will never forget going to the Viper Room the night River Phoenix died there.

For a while, before the government crackdown, you could call the women advertising in Craig's List or Backpage, and usually find someone willing to play.

I have contacted many Colon Therapists, thinking back to the days of Mildred Burgess in Boston. I have found a couple who would also give enemas, but the best was a woman named Karen from Fresno who moved to Palm Desert and opened a clinic there, while non-sexual, like Mildred, she gave fantastic enemas, and then one day she was gone.

After I moved to Australia, no problem, prostitution is legal, and Fetish House near Melbourne caters to your every need, and in addition to enemas regular sexual activities are permitted. You can check out their web page. Expensive but worth it.

Next week off to Bangkok, so stay tuned.

I now live in Vietnam, sự thụt is one translation of enema, and while anal sex is common here most know nothing about enemas. Google Translate does not seem to know the Vietnamese word, but other dictionaries do.

Jerry Smith said: "After you chose the type of session you wanted the nurse would take you to the exam room and ask you to undress. I recall taking off all my clothes except my underwear. When the nurse came back she told me I’d have to remove them too."

I believe the reason was that no law enforcement person would strip totally naked. I think they'd not want to talk about it, answer questions, in court, and I also think they were not allowed to by the police department --- perhaps because it would be entrapment? --- so, if a client went naked they were sure it wasn't a policeman.

I may be wrong on this. Thomas

- so, if a client went naked they were sure it wasn't a policeman.

I may be wrong on this. Thomas

Having a client undress completely was also a good way of checking they weren't wearing a recording device, a wire as the jargon goes. Especially back then when devices were large and not easily concealed to begin with.

I believe there was also a provision that if asked, a law enforcement officer was not allowed to lie. They had to admit being in law enforcement. Sounds naive nowadays, doesn't it?

@agracier

Sherema had you undress completely because it's kinda hard to have an enema wearing pants or underpants. Also, shirt tails can easily get soiled when, not if but when, the enema works. And the nurses were very good at getting pretty much all of the full 4 Qt bags of soapy water into the clients. The colon tubes, inserted very high, helped the fills a lot, as did the "distraction" during the fill It took a lot of won't power to get off the exam table and onto the nearby toilet without leaking or worse.

They asked you if you were a cop and asked to see your driver's license when you first arrived, even before showing you the menu of options.

A couple of places lower on the thread there was speculation Sherry had died, but no confirmation.

Does anyone know for sure, one way or another?

Thanks!

I can’t believe that with all the enema aficionados on this site that we can’t verify if Sherry Taylor or Beth Tyler are living or not. I have read that Sherry Taylor was referred to as the “Queen of Enemas” and Beth Tyler as the “Enema Princess”.

Either or both of the women may have died or just moved on and want to leave their history behind.

If you think about it, preparing, giving, and cleaning up enemas for 8 hours a day, year after year, must get pretty old, pretty fast.

Either or both of the women may have died or just moved on and want to leave their history behind.

If you think about it, preparing, giving, and cleaning up enemas for 8 hours a day, year after year, must get pretty old, pretty fast.

I have no comprehension of how old Sherry Taylor would be if living. I didn't know that she even existed until a correspondent told me about her clinic. I did know Beth Tyler and had lunch with her in New York one time. If memory served me correctly, she was about my age. Give or take a few years. I turn 66 this month.

One correction in your post though, Beth didn't administer enemas to the public like Sherry Taylor. she administered enemas before the camera. While she administered enemas to some close friends and probably some good customers, she didn't offer her enema services to the public.

I don't know if Sherry Taylor is living or not either. I do know that in the early 2000's, she had an ad on the Beth Tyler web site as an enema nurse. I called her one time to set up a session and she said she could not do it. It wasn't schedule, she just could not do it and I did not press her for a reason. The Sherema Clinic was closed at that point and she had some other address on the Beth Tyler web site.

From what I have heard, neither of the Beth Tyler's was really into enemas. Ron had the enema fetish and his wives went along with what he wanted. That may be why he and the first one got divorced. The second Beth Tyler was at an efest in Florida several years ago and I met her. I asked her if she liked enemas and she said no.

I am working on a biographical sketch of Sherry Taylor. Guys, who knew her or know her, please give me some information on who some referred to as "The Queen of Enemas". I would love to know what prompted her to establish the "Sherema Speciality Clinic" and if she is still living or not. Does anyone have a picture of her? Come on guys or gals no need to be shy. I know from other posts that many of you frequented her clinic. Why was her sister like, who allegedly worked at the clinic? Any info would be appreciated.

@ddell2

I visited her LA "clinic" a few times in the early '80s. She was there, but I didn't "meet" here during those visits - just other staff.

Skip ahead a dozen years or so, I saw her in person at her apartment "in the Valley" (Van Nuys? North Hollywood?) for an enema session. I was in my '40s and she was at least 10+ years older, which would make her 80+ now. I have clear memories of the apartment complex, her apartment and our session, but I don't think I have that address anymore. She also had a mail order business - no interweb back then - and sold some of her equipment. I still have her self-designed "Sherema Nozzle" in my collection and use it sometimes.

I never knew her "vanilla" name, so finding her, or possibly her obit will be impossible without it.

Good luck!

Interesting, interesting thread. All these experiences happening back when I thought I was the only one on Earth who liked enemas.

If you think about it, preparing, giving, and cleaning up enemas for 8 hours a day, year after year, must get pretty old, pretty fast.

I bet there are some people here who would love that job.

@Allie80

I doubt it. Imagine:.

A guy comes in who you've never seen before. Maybe he's showered, but perhaps not. If he's cute, you lucked out; if not you've still got to do your job, even if he's middle aged and grossly fat.

You tell him to get undresses and sit on the exam table and go to the kitchen and fill a 4 Qt bag with warm, soapy water. You have to be sure the water is at a comfortable temperature and has the correct amount of soap. You then undress to your bikini bottom and a nightie top, take the bag, and go to the client and hang the full bag on the IV pole at the foot of the couch. Like as not, the guy still has his shorts on and wants you to remove them.

You get him to lie down and you take off his shorts and roll him onto his left side then grease up a Fr 32 colon tube and spread his cheeks and start to slip it in. When it's in a few inches you open the clamp and the water starts to flow and you reach around and gently grab the guy's cock and start to distract him while the water flows and you continue to advance the tube. The tube should go in it's full lengthy of 30 inches. Like as not, the guy will slip his hand into your panties and insert a couple of fingers into your vagina, expecting you to be excited hence very wet. This continues until the bag is all in him.

Then the race starts. You have to withdraw the tube while he's struggling to retain the mighty enema and get up and walk to the toilet to poo. Odds are he's going to leak poopy water, and probably once a day, the guy will completely lose the enema while getting off the table and there will be water and poo everywhere. And you know it's gonna happen.

After the first poo, it starts all over again, perhaps with a dildo nozzle. This time the guy expects you to masturbate him until he has a "happy ending". No happy ending, like as not no tip.

Through all this, you gotta be nice to the guy. Your tip depends on it. And when you've done all this, and perhaps cleaned up the floor but certainly the table, toilet, used enema bag and tube, (and everything HAS to be well cleaned because a big enema causes cramps that can force bowel water back into the bag) there are seven more clients waiting for the same treatment that day.

It might be fun the first day, but then?

Nah! @Allie80. I love giving enemas for fun to those of my choice. A full-time job like that would get old.

Interestingly a number of the colon hydrotherapists I have been to have told me that they really do love their jobs.