For me, women giving me enemas is continuing fantasy based on former reality. I've had the pleasure of ongoing enema play with just two women: first, my ex-wife, and later, by a year or so, an RN girlfriend. With the wife, the enema was at the center of a dominant/submissive game that, as time went on, settled into a routine -- but never a dull one! Those sessions were almost ritualistic, with a loose but incredibly durable script that varied little, and always left me quivering slightly with the anticipation of being given yet another series of enemas by her stern hand. With the girlfriend, the horizon broadened -- the encounters with her were mutual, with all of an afternoon and some of an evening passing before all was said and done. It was with the girlfriend that I finally found the excitement of being in the driver's seat, as giver. Being in control is exhilarating in a different way than being on the receiving end!
Only since losing the girlfriend to a call from the Philippines have I turned toward other men for enema play, but that new field has not been particularly rich in connections that make it past E-mail exchange to live encounter. In my experience, sincere, sane and safety-conscious enemates are not easy to find, and persistence is required to make it through the strike-outs to get that one rare home run. I'll say though, that since sharing enema experiences with the few men I have connected with, the satisfaction has been pretty much equal to what I experienced with women -- a different flavor of eroticism, for sure, but no less satisfying.
I'll tell a story here that, had I followed through on what was offered in it, would have doubled the number of women with whom I've had enema experiences. I used to travel extensively in my job. One of the places on my "beat" was New Orleans, and it was a favorite -- this was way before that city's time of woes, after the devastation of the hurricane. I was still married to the "ex" at the time, and well into enema play with her -- I was hooked. One of the people I was meeting had a fascination with adult magazine stores, such as were around back then on the highways leading in and out of town, so one evening, we visited his favorite. While he was perusing the goods, I looked through one of the pulpy ad sheets that blatantly advertised a full menu of erotic delights : massage, peep shows, strip joints, shemale dance-and-prance acts -- female impersonator revues seemed to be a New Orleans specialty at the time -- and all sorts of personal services in the classifieds. One classified in particular caught my eye: It read something like, "Expert Massage with Royal Flush. A tension relieving experience for the true connoisseur. In private home. Gentlemen only." Royal Flush? What could that mean but an enema? The next day, I called the number, and my suspicion was confirmed: I was told that while The Flush was what it sounded like, a session included many other pleasures that complemented it. But the "menu" was discussed only in person. This promise of multiple courses of ecstasy was to be served up by two mature women who worked together on a client, as a team -- fascinating and enticing, to be sure! The price seemed stiff for the time and place, though there were two salaries to be paid. If I remember right, it was $150 for the basic services, plus a charge for whatever equipment was used in performing them. I was, of course, very tempted to go for it, but could not figure a way to bury the 200-odd dollars this little adventure was going to cost. I think about the missed opportunity from time to time, speculating on what it might have been like, having two women pampering me with the promise of an enema hanging in the air. Usually, this recollection comes with some regret that I didn't have a small stash of "mad money" available to finance it. I never did tell my wife about it, but a few years later, I did tell the girlfriend; she found it entertaining, and thought I lacked imagination on the matter of digging up a few hundred dollars "off the books" for something as uniquely exotic as it sounded.