At first when Doc and I started playing, the thought of him watching me expel simply mortified me to no end. It wasn't the sounds that embarrassed me, although sure, that was a part of it too, but the greater mortification was the smell. See, when I get an enema, almost 100 percent of the time, yes they are fun, but in all seriousness I need them medically speaking as well. So my enema process is not a simple feat. I have to take them in very slow so that I can get as much fluid in as possible, (which I am doing much better at), but because it's no secret that I only go to the bathroom anyplace between 7-10 days, by that time the enema becomes more out of a real medical necessity rather than for pleasure purposes only. However because of this same reason, if I can manage to get a full 2 quarts in me, then expelling the enema takes forever, however in the process also manages to get out, no pun intended, a crap ton of much needed crap. But if I can manage to get into knee chest position after the bag is completely empty, even if it's just for a few minutes, it allows the water to get pretty high up which usually brings, in the end, all of the upper stuff which has't had time to have a lot of the fluids and nutrients absorbed, which in short, means that the higher stuff, the looser the stuff, which means it's going to have a lot more smell to it, and I do mean a lot more smell.
Needless to say, when we first started dating, expelling in front of Doc was embarrassing because lets face it, pooping in front of others takes a certain amount of comfort, and in a new relationship that level of convertibility seldom happens during the first few dozen or so, so naturally, the embarrassment factor is going to be there, and was. Now however after 4 years, and me being finally able to take a good two courts, which as I mentioned before allows enough water to bring down the soft, unformed, non-absorbed smelly stool, it's still quite embarrassing having him watch. Neither of us are really into scat play in any way shape or form, so usually we sort of leave each other alone during about half of the expelling process, we still check on each other periodically to make sure things are moving as well as they should be. However, with this being said, these much needed enemas of mine, for which they are in fact medically warranted, I have almost come to the point that yes, it is embarrassing for me, but not as much as they were in the beginning, and a hell of a lot less embarrassing then ending up in the ER do to the same thing, ending in the same results, and it's very very comforting, regardless of the smell my body is getting rid of to have him in there with me rubbing my back, belly, or giving me a cold wash cloth to put on my forehead, or even telling me things like how proud he is of me for taking as much solution as I did, or reiterating to me again how important it is for me to take an enema more often, as in at least once a week instead of once every 3 months when we are together. Even his "lectures" during this time I find comforting because I know he's exactly right, and because he is telling me this because he loves me, cares about me, and he knows how bad my belly hurts when we are separated due to the reason of being both in a constant state of dehydration, and constipation.
So, I never thought I would every get to the point where I could or would admit this, but I rather enjoy having him in the bathroom with me, (if he can tolerate the smell), during my evacuation. Which again, I have to admit, he does an excellent job at and with in that department.
Now, on the flip side of things, I am not sure he's gotten to the point yet where he's totally comfortable with me being in there when he is expelling. He has gotten better, but isn't to the level I am at yet, or I don't think he is anyway, which I have to be honest with you, surprises me greatly because men usually are not sensitive to that sort of thing, (or at least I thought anyway) as women are. Remember, men fart and scratch their nuts in public without a second thought, pee off of their back porch or on the side of the road, and usually don't give much thought as to who's around them, so why would this be any different? Besides that, on an even odder note, I like to watch him have to stick his penis between his legs so that when he pees during his evacuation he urinates in the correct spot and not all over either of our shoes, but more importantly being in there with him allows me to also comfort him, rub his belly and back for him, hug him, and most importantly, simlpy support him, and to just be there with him to show him how much I love him, no matter what kind of shit he giving me at the moment. (Insert very big and cheeky grin here, :D and yes pun very much intended, hehehe). And is if that isn't enough, I think it pushed his buttons, not to mention his limits, which by now, most people here, including Doc, know that is one of my greatest pleasures in life, lol.
While we still can't give each other enemas, we can still be there to comfort each other in the end, ( another pun, but honestly an unintentional one at that, but still one the same), and being there for each other no matter what the issue, really is the most important thing of all, and knowing the other person will reciprocate the same back and usually more, is well, simply priceless.