Enema Bath

One of the more erotic enemas I have given was a fantasy come true for a girlfriend in college. She was very anally erotic and over the third glass of champagne she admitted to a fantasy about enemas. Her Mom had been a big believer in the monthly enema just before her period. She said she was 14 when the process started. She had received enemas before for tummy aches but nothing like this!

Her Mom had a very specific ritual for these enemas, which she would announce as "bath time". Susie knew she was then in for it, and would hurry upstairs, not wanting to make Mom mad. I asked about her Dad and she said he seemed oblivious  I Bet!

Once upstairs, Susie went to her bedroom to undress, down to her panties and a robe. She said the waiting for her Mom to come get her was the worst because she could hear all the preperations in the bathroom next to her room. The bathtub faucet would be running at full stream, cabinets would be opened and shut, water would also be running in the sink. Her Mom would be in a robe and enter her room. I asked if her Mom was naked underneath the robe and she acted disgusted at the question! (It is a guy thing, we want to know!)

As she followed her Mom into the bathroom she described what was erotic to her. The bathroom smelled heavily of Ivory soap and lilacs. The bath was steamy and full, milky white from the several bars of ivory soap which were floating in it. The clothes hamper was centered in the middle of the room with a towel over it. An open jar of vaseline was set on top. She always got butterflies in her tummy when she looked into the bathtub and saw the big red enema bag floating in the bathtub, half submerged, with the tubing and a long red colon tube laying on the edge of the tub. She both hated and thrilled at the embarassment which followed.

First she had to pee and try and have a bowel movement while her Mom waited. It was during these times she usually closed her eyes in shame as she heard her Mom swishing the water in the bathtub, making a very sudsy bath, the same sudsy bath which would be used soon to give her a very soapy enema! Then, as soon as she finished, she was helped over the hamper, hands gripping the handles on the side, as she felt her Mom lower her panties for her lubrication and insertion of the long red tube up her bottom. A clamp was at the end, this made sure there was no air to cause added cramping. It must have been very humiliating because Susie had to stop several times while she told the story. What she secretly wanted, and was so hard for her to admit, was to be taken back to this type of enema.

She described how her Mom would calm her as she greased the tube with vaseline, and hold the cheeks of her bottom open with one hand while the tube was slid in place. Just before she inserted it, Mom would fill a bulb enema syringe from the bath, insert it into the tube, and fill the tube just before insertion, so the soapy enema water was oozing out of the tube as it was inserted. Her Mom told her this made it easier to insert way up inside her, which it did.

Susie described the feeling of being invaded by the tube as her Mom gently squeezed the syringe, pushing the soapy water out as an additional lubricant. The tube was inserted until the clamp was touching her anus, the clamp was set and the syringe disconnected. Once in place, she could walk and squat to get into the bath without ever losing it. Her Mom would help her into the bath, sometimes trembling, as she felt the hotwater on her feet and calves. She had to take her time, slowly squating and allowing the sensitive skin of her bottom and pussy to adjust to the hot water. The feeling of the soapy water was like silk. It was very milky and slippery. She admitted to moving her fingers into her pussy when her Mom was not looking.

The slippery warm sensations were what she kept commenting on as she told the story. There was really no bathing, she would lay back so the warmth of the bath covered her breasts, her nipples would get hard each time she raised up and exposed them to the air! I had to laugh when she told me that little game! Her Mom was very focused during these sessions, talking to her in a very soothing tone about how she needed to be a good girl and take all her enema, how good she will feel when it is all over and how lucky she was to have such a good girl for a daughter. It was never harsh, always very loving.

Susie became really aroused when she described the feeling of laying there, with the tube up her bottom and watching her Mom reach into the bath and grabbing the red bag to fill it. There was a measuring cup on the edge of the bathtub which was always there, which was used to fill the bag. The frothy suds cascaded down the bag as it was filled. Without being told she would roll over on her tummy, and elevate her bottom, waiting  for what was to come. It seemed to take forever for her Mom to attach the hose and then connect it to the tube sticking out of her bottom.

The wildest part for me when we actualy redid this scene was the site of her two pink cheeks in the white murky water, soap suds covering parts of her bottom as she raised up to give me access to her bottom. She described the feeling as almost floating, as her Mom opened the clamp and she felt the very warm soapy enema going way up into her bowels. There was never any cramping, just an incredible fullness! She admitted to sneaking her hand underneath her and pressing on her clitoris as the fullness increased. She does not remember or admit to an orgasm in her Moms presence. She would get herself off after her Mom left her in privacy while she eliminated the enema. It was such a rush for me to stimulate her to orgasm while I gave her the first bath enema. It was her first multiple orgasm.

There was such a closeness betweeen us after that first time. We did not always use the enema as foreplay but we usually did it at least once a month. As the years have passed, I have not found anyone else who expressed this fantasy until I found the picture I posted. Looking forward to meeting some of you at E-Fest! K