INTRODUCTION to "Techniques that Heighten Enema Pleasure" - Memories and Images
It all began when I was about 12 and, following tummy aches, was taken to be diagnosed by barium enema and fluoroscope.
I was met by three nurses - a middle age lady, the "head nurse," and two younger, slender nurses in their 20s. All three were quite attractive. With everyone watching me carefully, the head nurse explained that I was going to be given a 4 quart barium enema and that it would be quite warm - about 108-110 degrees - so that I could "take it better.". She explained that the procedure would last at least 3-4 hours, in view of the fact that, after the barium enema and testing, I would be given at least two large plain water enemas in order to wash out the barium. She was very frank, emphasizing that the enemas would really not be "comfortable." Rather they would be quite uncomfortable and at times would hurt, make my tummy ache and make me want to go to the toilet very badly; but that I would not be allowed to go to the toilet until they were all satisfied with my performance. She said that everyone was there to help me through all of the enemas, especially the two younger nurses who would work with me so that I would be able to take completely and fully all the enemas. She said that I would be plugged and made to hold them for as long as they deemed necessary. She explained that the two nurses would help me throughout the procedures, including helping me to the toilet, being with me and steadying me while I let the enemas out and cleaning me and wiping me after the enemas were completely expelled.
I was then instructed to take off all of my clothes, to urinate, and to wait at the table with them while they finished preparing the enema.
The thick white barium was poured into a large metal pot, into which the head nurse added about a pint of a clear liquid...making the enema about 4 1/2 quarts. The two younger nurses then placed the pot on a heated surface and mixed it while it heated to the requisite temperature. Throughout this preparation/procedure, all of them watched me very carefully, and watched my reactions, especially my penis which had begun to lengthen and thicken. They periodically asked me if I was ok and if everything was alright.
I was instructed to lean forward over the table and to spread my legs apart while they lubricated my anus and injected a large amount of Vaseline into my rectum. In the same position, I was fully inserted with a long, ribbed, clear enema nozzle/tube that was connected to the enema system. This immediately caused me to have a strong erection and my breathing became more rapid and shallow (as did that of the two nurses).
I was instructed to stand up straight for the enema, shoulders back, hands on my buttocks, letting the two nurses steady me as needed. My erection was now quite stiff, arching urgently up and out in front of me, while the head nurse raised the huge enema bag higher on the pole in front of me. Needless to say, I was greatly humiliated by the entire process.
The head nurse stated that the enema was going to begin now and that I should breath deeply and blow out hard as it continued, until I was full.
They then moved me in front of the fluoroscope so that they could watch and film the progress of the enema as it filled me while I was "at attention." She explained that I would be moved into different standing positions during the enema, until they were satisfied with the results.
One of the nurses released the clamp and they carefully watched me react as the full force of the hot enema surged straight up into the back of my rectum and into my bowels. One of the nurses placed her palm on my tummy while the other always kept the enema nozzle firmly and deeply inserted up me as the enema was being delivered. The head nurse watched the fluoroscope as the enema continued, while the other two nurses kept giving me the enema while I groaned and grunted.
What I will never forget is how they totally controlled me, how focused they were on what the enema was doing to me - how it made me so erect and dripping, rhythmically grunting and groaning - and how powerful and significant and personal the entire experience was for all four of us.
After what seemed like an eternity, when I was completely full and my tummy was standing way out in front of me, hard and tight as a drum, they removed the enema nozzle and replaced it with a large long plug that ended in a wide flange that prevented my rejecting it. Plugged and full, I was carefully turned different ways, with my huge erection bobbing and dripping, as they maneuvered me into better enema positions.
Eventually, I was helped to the bathroom by the two nurses, allowed to straddle the toilet, when the plug was removed and I was allowed to sit. Immediately the full force of the huge enema jet churned/drilled loudly into the toilet, while both nurses steadied me as I expelled for over 20 minutes. Periodically they would towel the perspiration off my back; then they wiped my exhausted anus.
When they were through, they closed the door and allowed me to masturbate. I can only imagine what they did themselves after they left me in the bathroom.
In any event, these are the images and memories I carry with me, as I describe further "Techniques that Heighten Enema Pleasure."