Excellent thread. I could write a book about why I enjoy giving my lovers an enema. It certainly creates a bond and a deep intimacy especially if I'm trying re-parent the receiver or help re-frame or heal a painful memory. That is personally very satisfying. So, I get my pleasure from there and it cascades out into many other great areas. Giving an enema to someone who has a particularly beautiful bottom, or someone who is in need of an attitude adjustment for their own good is fun, too. I love the consensual exchange of power, too, the whole "I'm in charge of your bowels and when and how you'll move them" thing gets me going too. Sometimes, even if she isn't holding an enema I will make my lovers ask permission to use the toilet, even if it is just to urinate. I can get pretty turned on by the domination especially if it pushes my lover "under" into bottom space. That is exhilirating. The secret, private world which is created when I give an enema is also awesome. I like nothing better than to go somewhere nice with my lover and during the event, lean over and whisper in her ear and ask her something out of the blue. I might lean over and quietly ask if she's had a bm today or when her last good bm was or how she's feeling which opens the door for her to respond in a bunch of ways. I'll always watch her face very closely to see if she swallows hard or if she gets "that" sudden look which means I have hit the spot. The control is a big rush for me, too.
One of my lovers had a chart which I kept in the kitchen. She was always concerned that someone would come over and see it (one of her fantasies). But, each day I peppered her with questions and she was required to either tell me when she had moved her bowels or write it on her chart herself. Sometimes I made her call me no matter where she was (at work, a friend's, etc) right after she had a bm or I'd make her have to call and ask me if she could go and have one before she was allowed to use the toilet, even if she was at work. I also enjoyed the gentle powerplay with her, too, because sometimes she would get smart and say she had forgotten to write a bm down even though she had one, in the hopes that she could avoid her remedy. Or sometimes she deliberately withheld her bms to "show" me that she was still in charge. I'd find this annnoying for a couple of days and she always let me know what she was doing, subtly, because she would rather defiantly say "No, I didn't go today because I didn't have to". Sometimes she'd say "I didn't go today because I didn't want to." That was really arousing, the "want to" as opposed to "have to". Of course that went down the drain, when I had enough and she was in the bathroom over my knee squirming away and asking if it was almost done yet.
And I really enjoyed when that particular lover would seriously constipate herself by withholding her bowel movements and eating badly and then she'd get all uncomfortable and cranky and remoreseful and she'd have to say she was sorry and knew that she would have to ask me for an enema in that little whisper voice in the dark, usually in bed. Once or twice she would call her mother on the kitchen phone when I was reading the paper at the table and she would start having a conversation with her Mom about how her tummy hurt or she hadn't gone to the bathroom in a couple of days, trying to get my attention, but I'd ignore her. Sometimes she'd say, "My Mom thinks I need an enema" and I wouldn't even look up, I'd just nod disinterestedly and keep reading. It was a cat and mouse game which we both enjoyed. Once I said, "So is she coming over to give you one?" (she actually disliked getting enemas from her Mom when she was a little girl) and she stomped her foot and threw a sponge at me. She got a terrific spanking AND and enema that day and she never forgot it. At times she could be cranky toward me and all I'd have to say was "Don't be fresh with me, young lady. You remember what happened with the sponge, don't you?" and she run in the bedroom and slam the door. Of course, ten seconds later I would follow.