Pre-Enema Anticipation & Jitters

I would like to know if any of the other ladies or gents here have ever gotten very "ancy" or nervous prior to being given an enema or a series of enemas ?? I still do after all these years of doing this, and my love of being given them.....I am about to have a session this morning with my roomie and my neighbor both and I am nervous as all hell about it as we all discussed the details of what will be taking place around 10:00 am this morning.....I am getting my series of enemas first and I am told it will be an enemas till clear session.....I am going to be given the enemas, kneeling in one of my kitchen chairs, which will be placed directly in front of my huge front bay window, and that one of the girls is going outside to take pics of me taking every last drop, while the bulging full bag is hung from the curtain rod.....I did not mention that my house sits right on a corner, and it is not lightly travelled at all, so anyone who cares to glance toward the house will get a full view of exactly what is happening to me !!!! I am not too happy about this , but I was told I either accept the enemas like this or I will not get the help with them that I want or need ......I have done this before, but never with anyone outside looking in and taking photos of the whole ordeal.....This has me very ancy and quite nervous.....If anyone else has experienced these type of jitters please feel free to reply to this post as I would love to hear about them.....Wish m luck, it is almost time for my session to begin and I need to prepare for it and get things ready, including myself....Take care everyone .....

If butterflies in your stomach is the jitters I get that most of the time when someone else is giving me a enema, even when I was a kid I would get butterflies in my stomach if I knew I was getting a enema. 😜 😃

Happens fairly often.

Make sure you have protected your privacy. Cell phone off. Laptop shut down completely. Any web cams in the room either disabled or covered with a thick towel. Any landline phone unplugged. TV off. Music OK for most people not for everyone.

Blinds closed.

Any pets taken care of

Children cared for by SO and distracted.

Once you hang the bag, don't look at it too long.

Relax! No Hurry before you start.

Take your time getting into position. Get as comfortable as you can in that position

Remember all the times before that you've done this

It'll be alright!! There are only a few thousand other people in the world doing the same thing as you are doing right at this very moment in time.

Insert slowly. Once the nozzle is in, check to confirm that it's pointed at the navel.

Give yourself a minute or two before starting the flow. You'll be fine!!

I don't have such a production to prepare for an enema.

It's a very relaxing activity for me when I do it alone.

I get about as nervous preparing for an enema as I do making breakfast.

I select the equipment I want to use, place a yoga mat for some cushioning on the floor, fill the bag, lube and insert the nozzle then fill myself up and masturbate.

I have no anticipation that it will make me healthier, that I ever NEED to do this, that anyone will bother me, that I will or will not run clear when I am done, that it will hurt or feel anything but wonderful all the way through. I do it for the physical sensations and fun of it.

Depending on how much time I have I may fill up and expel after my orgasms or I may linger while holding and masturbating until my hands are tired or I can't catch my breath.

I don't remember getting the jitters but I sure know anticipation can be a big factor in how we feel about an enema.

This happened years ago when I was a lot "wetter" than I am now. I was sitting at my desk at work when I began thinking about how my husband was going to be late getting home from work tonight and I would have the house to myself for several hours after I got home from work. A perfect time for a leisurely enema, or two, or more. Sitting there I could feel myself getting wet and a trip to the ladies room to put in a panty liner was required to prevent an embarrassing wet spot from showing through my slacks.

I'd describe my anticipation mostly as "good nerves." Those tingleys that I sometimes get beforehand are a preview that the best is yet to come!

I still get very nervous with anticipation when I know I am going to get my early morning enemas, but in a way thats half the fun. Reminds me of growing up, once being told the feelings of helplessness flooding over me, knowing that once the decision had been made there was nothing i could do, i was going to get it

Anticipation yes, because I enjoy it. Jitters never. Years ago I could be nervous because I might be discovered, or I felt bad about doing it. That’s all in the past.

I wouldn't characterize my pre-enema ritual as having the "jitters", but rather a healthy dose of excitement. Much of what Suzie said in Post #4 pretty much sums it up for me. I go into every enema session with no preconceived notion of anything other than enjoyment. If I manage to swerve into some health benefits, fine and dandy! But the anticipation of that enjoyment is what sets off the butterflies in me!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

Well, yes. I get anticipation jitters before I'm due to receive enemas or to give them to one of my sub ladies.

I've never been put on display or forced a receiver to so either.

I do have a sub who likes me to photograph her during her sessions, both stills and videos. One image available on my page.

I also enjoy colonics and get very excited prior to treatment. I've had colonics from young females and mature females. Enjoyed both very much and especially enjoyed the conversations with my hyigenist.

The young hyigenist liked to spread my cheeks and take a long look at my anus before thoroughly lubing me with a gloved finger. She took her time, saying the lubrication would relax my sphincters and facilitate the insertion of the large speculum. I never remember any trouble accommodating the speculum but I did enjoy her finger.

I have been fortunate to have a retired nurse neighbor who enjoyed administering and receiving. That lasted about three years. Yum.

Yes, anticipation began with my childhood enemas, which I have described as bittersweet. Years later when I took up professionally given colonics the overwhelming feeling at the first sessions was positive.

Yes , anticipation was a part of it for me. When mom called the Dr office and I heard the word Enema the anticipation. Also if mom and grandmother were talking about enemas, and my name was in the conversation. If Dr made a house call (1950's) he suggested an enema most of the time . They discussed it in the hall , outside the bedroom. I was not suppose to hear it but my ears wiggled. LOL

Assuming the post is real, not some piece of fiction, I would say the following:

I think that all of the writers are missing the point. It is not jitters from an enema that are bothering her (enema loving), but, rather, it is being on public display in front of her big window. After all, she has done enemas with her friends many times. Her "friends" who are trying to coerce her into doing this are no friends at all, for they could get them all into trouble with the neighbors, and, possibly, the law.

It is both foolish and stupid to put herself on public display like that. She will get in trouble with her neighbors, particularly if they have children who might see her. She might get in trouble with the law for a public display like that, even if she is in her own house. She should put a stop to it before it gets started.

I got visited by the cops just for standing naked in front of my second floor bedroom window one evening at bed time. They came by and just warned me that someone might see me (obviously someone did and reported it) and that was the end of it, but my window is across the street from an elementary school, so it could have been worse.For all I know, I have a record of the interaction at the police station now.

The questioner needs to keep her enema activities private and within her house.

hankb

As a kid, being sick was always a possible start to the bag. if the fever or illness went on for a couple of days, I would start to be aware of the consequences. I guess it never occurred to me to go to the bathroom and act as though I had gone, because she (apparently) kept tabs. If my illness went to several days, I started listening for her to initiate things. Only rarely did she tell me; most often, I would hear her go to the bathroom closet, where the equipment was kept. From that point on, the anticipation was all- consuming. Then if I heard her in the bathroom, or water running, I was dreadfully certain that I would be called in, told to climb onto her lap, and get the enema stuck in me.

I do quite a bit of enema play, so there is not much anticipatory nerves involved; it's when I have an enemate, that I get the jitters. The first go around, I never tell them what I want to do, and just let them have their way. No two are alike, plus it's fun and informative. Gives you some perspective for when it their turn.

Pre-Enema Anticipation with me sometimes starts in my dreams. Then it's that "I Can't Wait" idea buzzing around in my head. That often leads me into getting the "Butterflies" in my belly as I see in my minds eyes what will soon take place. The visual aids in my head are very vivid! I recall sessions of the past and I think about what can be done, if anything to make my enema sessions even sexier and more passionate. So anticipation and jitters to me are normal. I mean, who could not get wet and slippery thinking about getting an enema. The girls I mean! That's part of the fun!

I remember several pre-enema jitters that I got while I was a child. One particular one stands out above the rest though. I was somewhere around the age of ten and terribly constipated. It had been days since I last went to the potty. I felt absolutely horrible and I decided that I had to have some help. So, I went into the kitchen and found my Mother and Grandmother, who lived with my Mother and me, sitting at the table. I went up to the table and sat down next to my Mother. I asked Mom if she had anything that might help me take a dump. She looked Grandma and said "Mike, I can give you some Castoria." And she did.... I went back to my room and sat down on my bed. Finally, I rolled over and somehow fell a sleep. The next morning, I awoke, still feeling awful, but not having any urge to go to the bathroom. I made my way into the kitchen where, again, I found Mother and Grandma sitting at the table. mom asked me if I had had any results. I looked at her and looked down at the floor shaking my head in the process. Grandma spoke up saying "Mary why don't you give him 3 or 4 of my Milk of Magnesia tablets that I take every night. That might help." So, Mom went over to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out Grandma's bottle of Milk of Magnesia. She then ran me a cup of water and brought the water and tablets over to the table for me to take, which I did. I, then, went into the living room and turned on the television. I sat down on the sofa and tried to relax, which was really difficult to say the least. Several hours passed and still I felt no urge. I went back to my room and got onto my bed trying to take a nap, which I somehow did. About, four o'clock I awoke and went back to the living room where I found Mother sitting working a crossword puzzle and Grandma watching a sitcom. Grandma asked me if the Milk of Magnesia tablets had helped. I shook my head no. My Mom got up and went into the kitchen and retrieved the bottle of Castoria. She brought it into the living room and gave me a rather large dose. I sat down next to Grandma and watched tv with her until she got up with Mom to fix supper. I tried to eat, but really couldn't, so I asked to be excused and when i was, I went and lay on my bed waiting for the Castoria to do its thing. Minutes seemed to drag by. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. I felt worse than ever. Finally, around 9:30 I got up from my bed and walked back toward the living room where Mother and Grandma were. I stopped in the opening that separated the dining room from the living room. Grandma noticed me first and said "Mike, you ok?" I told her "no, Grandma, I'm not! None of the stuff you and Mama have given me have worked and I feel a huge turd pressing against my bootie hole. It just won't come out." Grandma got up and came over to me. She wrapped her arms around me and said "Mary, you need to give your son an enema." My Mother then said "Mama, you know what our doctor has said about me doing that." ( Our new doctor had made Mom promise him that she would not give me any more enemas. He thought that they had no place in medicine except in cases of bowel prep for surgery and since he became our doctor Mom had only given me one series of enemas and I think she got chewed out for doing that. ) Anyway, Grandma, then spoke again saying "Mary, listen to me, your boy needs your help! Don't you understand that." With that said Mother looked at me and said "ok, Mike go back to your room and wait for me to get that "thing" ready for you." I could hardly control myself. I loved taking enemas and hated taking Castoria and those white, chalky tasting stuff Grandma gave me. My stomach was turning summersaults and I was getting all tingly all over just waiting for Mom's call. I was on cloud 9 if there is such a place. Finally, Mom called me to come into the bathroom and there on the wall hung the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe that Grandma had bough Mom a couple of months before. I hugged Mom's neck and she went about the process of giving me the best enema that I had ever had. After I had finished expelling it, I went back to the living room and gave both Mom and Grandma a big hug and an even bigger thank you...I felt 10 pounds lighter.

I'm new enough to enemas to find myself trying to concentrate on all of the sensations an enema gives me. When I am having an enema by myself, the sensations are something I can anticipate. Sometimes that is good and yet I like the feeling of being given an enema. I don't have control, per se, of getting the enema, and it is a pleasant experience. I think of it as either driving the car, or riding in the car. I enjoy the ride either way.

Ms Lila,

I'm new enough to enemas to find myself trying to concentrate on all of the sensations an enema gives me.....................I don't have control, per se, of getting the enema, and it is a pleasant experience. I think of it as either driving the car, or riding in the car. I enjoy the ride either way.

How do you mean that you don't have control of the enema, alone or with someone giving you one, or both?

Thanks,

Eric

I got regular enemas at home when I was a kid. I remember getting a little nervous but also excited about them as I walked home from school every Friday. Sometimes when I got home, I would go straight to my mom and ask her if I could have my enema right then. My sister wasn't always pleased with me saying that because she would have to get hers right then also. If she said yes, I'd grab my sisters had and pull her upstairs so we could get undressed.

Ms Lila,How do you mean that you don't have control of the enema, alone or with someone giving you one, or both? Thanks, Eric

When I am being given an enema, it is someone else who is touching me, someone else who is putting the nozzle into me. I'm able to lay there and enjoy what is being done to me as opposed to me being the one to give myself an enema. I am liking enemas more and more either way, giving them to myself, or being given the enema by someone else.

It is a totally different experience when I am given an enema, than when I am giving myself an enema. It's like having sex with someone and not just masturbating.

Quite interesting as that is a great part of the enema experience...knowing it's coming and how it's going to feel soooo good in so many places...sweet!!

I got regular enemas from my mom into teens had bad case of jitters but also felt very good mom never let on about it.

@ Ms Lila, "It's like having sex with someone and not just masturbating" This was a great way to explain yourself. I've never given myself an enema but I doubt I could make myself feel like I feel when my husband is giving an enema to me. Okay, this just popped into my head, He's loving me in a way I could never love myself. Thank's for sharing Ms Lila!

I would always get the jitters when step mom told me. The feelings would start to wash over me knowing i would soon be totally naked and exposed, her compliant enema boy totally under her control. I still get those feelings now, but have learned to enjoy them in a way

Did you post the photos from this wild session?! Any repeat activities in October or November so far?

I am never nervous or have jitters before an enema. I do enemas because I enjoy them and they give me pleasure. On the occasions that I am lucky enough to have a lovely lady give them to me, I am really excited beforehand, and precum is usually coming out of my penis. So it is all excitement for me because I know enjoyment and pleasure is waiting for me.

As a child, whenever my mom would tell me she was going to use the syringe on me I would get the jitters of butterflies, whichever you want to call them. I didn't like those early enemas and those feelings would continue until the eventual syringing, whether it was the next hour or the next day. Along with the jitters was also a sense of dread of the upcoming procedure. I realize now that the jitters was really a sense of excitement that lead to a later love of enemas. Even today I get the same sensations when preparing an enema.

The anticipation of an enema session always excites me. My heart starts to race and my mouth feels dry. The anticipation reaches its peak when the soapy water reaches the top of the bag, and I luxuriate in the aroma of soap suds and warm rubber. The thought the nozzle entering me is exciting beyond description.

After you mix the enema and hang the bag, don't look at it too long. You'll just scare yourself. A couple of quick looks is OK, then look away!!!