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Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Remembers [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Friday, July 03, 2015, 10:40: am In reply to: Nick 's message, "waiting was the worst part" on Saturday, September 13, 2014, 06:24: pm For better or worse, there was no waiting needed for mom to get our family doctor's order or permission to give me a "good" enema if I was sick in bed and slow in the BM department. The butt shots, few and far between as I grew up, were a lot quicker than the enema sessions of course and became matter of fact. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Billy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, July 25, 2015, 12:07: pm i can still hear Mom on the phone with the doctor. I would be laying on the couch in my PJ 's. I was 17 and home from school with a fever and throwing up. Then I heard the word. Enema. I was fucked. She hung up the phone and went to the bathroom linen closet where the enema bag lived. I pretended to sleep but could mom in the bathroom running water. Ugh. I knew there was no way out. Then there she was next to the couch. Come with me Billy the doctor told me to give you an enema. No mom please I don't need an enema. No use talking. She took my hand and gently pulled me up from the couch. The next thing I knew I was laying in the tub with just my PJ top on on mom was sticking the nozzle in me. Click. The warm soapy water started to fill my butt. Ugh. I would look over my shoulder and see the bag hanging on the towel rack on a coat hanger. It would about 10 minutes fit mom to give me the first enema. Always 3 enemas then I went to bed for a nap. She would leave the bag/hose in the bathroom so I knew there was more to come. Later that day after my brother was home from school she would give me another enema but this time she had Mike hold the enema bag. Not sure why he had to be involved but he liked watching me squirm in the tub with the hose in my butt. The enemas continued 2x a day until I went back to school. I secretly liked the attention and even liked the enemas. Mike got the same treatment when he was sick and I would assist. The worst part of being sick was the phone call to the doc and the message from his nurse to give us enemas. But I knew what the routine was and got used to it. Mom gave me enemas until I was 23. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Nathan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Thursday, August 13, 2015, 11:52: pm when mom announced that I needed an enema I would have to wait in my room while she prepared the bag. She would yell down the hall from the bathroom for me to come to the bathroom, but to take my pants off first. I would kick my jeans off and slowly make my way to the bathroom where mom was waiting with the bulging enema bag, she would have me lay over her lap as she was in position on an armless chair, the bag hanging from a hook over her shoulder. Down would go my underpants and in would go the nozzle! Click. The warm soapy water would flow into me. After what seemed an eternity the bag was empty and out would come the nozzle. The feeling of relief as what seemed to be hundreds of marbles dumped out of me. 2 or 3 enemas later I was empty and mom was happy. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Mike [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Sunday, September 20, 2015, 02:56: pm Mom never asked if I was constipated but she always knew when I was. I would be irritable and no appetite. The day after Halloween when i was 15 she knew I ate too much candy. When I left for school she told me that tonight was enema night. My heart would jump into my throat and I would be thinking about it all day. My friend Ben asked what what wrong with me and I told him about the impending enema. He smiled and said his mom gave him one over the weekend and that I probably needed it. I thought about it all the way home on the bus. Sure as hell when i got home from school mom had the enema ready to go. Next thing I knew I was bent over the side of the tub with the enema rushing into my butt. Finally the waiting was over and the Enema was in progress. The waiting was the worst part as the enema really made me feel better. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]