I had a couple of experiences with “punishment enemas". Maybe not punishment for some, but certainly not enema's I'm keen to repeat.
I saw a Domme for a number of years and she was very into enemas and medical play. She was an RN and liked the whole medical scene thing.
On one particular scheduled play time, I was running late and called to let her know. She seemed understanding about it, but asked me to stop and grab her a large coffee on the way since she had already arrived at the hotel, “the stronger the better”, to wake her up from the nap she was going to take until I got there.
It was mid afternoon and I stopped at a gas station on the way to the hotel, figuring it would be the quickest place to grab a cup of coffee. The attendant said that he could make me a fresh pot because there wasn't much demand for coffee in the middle of the afternoon and the pot on the warmer was old. To my mind, old would be strong since some of the water would have evaporated, plus I didn't want to wait, so I told him not to bother, grabbed a 16 oz cup, paid and left.
When I arrived at the hotel, so let me into the room and pulled the curtains. I was made to strip and bend over the desk. She proceeded to snap on a glove, lube her finger and perform a digital exam of my ass, poking and prodding and making me hard from her stimulations, before telling me that I needed an enema. This was not unexpected, most of our sessions seemed to start along these lines. She was big into enemas and liked to try me out on different recipes, though not usually terribly large enemas or rough like some I've read about on here.
She went into the bathroom and I followed her in and watched as she poured the entire cup of coffee I'd brought for her into the enema bag. I was several feet from her, but the coffee was very strong smelling. She topped off the bag with cold water, getting the coffee down to a reasonable temperature and making the red bag bulge (a walgreens one, so a tad under 2quart volume), not usually a big challenge for me. Sitting on the toilet, and having me stand in front of her, she reached beneath me and wrapped string around my ball sack, a larks head on a bite first above my balls and then twisting the string into one and bringing it up between my balls before wrapping individuals lines around each testicle to separate my balls which she playfully batted several times until I groaned and doubled over in pain. Next, she had me get on all fours in the bath and I was made to back up so that my feet were flat against the bath at the faucet end. With my balls separated, but snugly held, she ran the string hanging from them back to the faucet and tied them to the thing you pull to divert the water from the faucet to the shower head, pulling my balls back and away from me to just a couple of inches from the faucet and holding me securely, if not a little painfully in place.
The enema bag was hung from the shower curtain rod above me and she bled the tube before applying some lube to the enema tip which she inserted without fanfare. Next, she started the flow. The clip wasn't opened all the way, but I could feel the warm liquid slowly infusing my intestines. I had worried that if she opened the clip wide, the water would fall 5 feet directly into me at a massive rate which would be like sitting on a hose, but luckily that wasn't her plan.
For the first few minutes, she knelt by the tub, wrapping her hand around my cock, stroking me to a full erection, encouraging me to relax, but not to let any fluid leak from my ass …… or my cock. It was a few minutes before the first wave of cramps hit me. She locked eyes with me, staring intently at me and telling me to maintain eye contact which I did.
The first wave of cramps was not terrible, but she refused to stop of flow, saying that I needed to take the whole bag at one time. Normally, I would have rocked forward a little bit to stretch out my body, but I was painfully reminded that this was not possible by the string around my balls which pulled painfully tight when I tried rocking forward. It was about this time that I started to feel my heart thudding in my chest and noticed that I was starting to sweat. The stroking continued, but I was aware that I was losing my erection and she left my side to sit on the toilet with a smile joking that I wasn't so big all of a sudden.
The enema continued to invade me and the cramps grew worse and worse. Most times for me, cramps will build and subside, but not on this occasion, it was just a series of waves, steadily increasing in intensity. My heart was beating loudly in my ears sweat was literally dripping from my forehead. Finally with a welcome gurgle from the hose, the last of the enema left the bag and Ms removed the nozzle, telling me I needed to let it work for ten minutes and that if I leaked any, my next trip would be to the gas station for two cups of coffee for a rematch.
I was sweating profusely, and my head hung low as I battled through the cramps, clenching my ass cheeks with all the might I could muster.
Ms then informed me that this was a punishment enema for making her wait for me and that the caffeine would be “really get me going”…..which it was.
Time ticked slowly by and she checked her watch frequently. The cramps were constant and I was sweating like mad and shaking. My mouth was dry and I felt dizzy and nauseous. Every couple of minutes I'm guessing, she would come over, checking the pulse in my neck and checking me for leaks. She laughed every time she reached under me to find me "limp and useless” to her, something she took pleasure in pointing out, not that I was concentrating much on her words by this time as I did battle with the cramps that racked my body.
Finally, she looked at her watch and laughed that it was 11 minutes ("oopsie, a whole minute longer than necessary") and time to let me empty out. She stood up, opening the toilet cover and came to my side, lifting the loop of string off the faucet freeing my balls. Thankfully, she assisted me to stand and climb out of the tub. I was clenching my ass cheeks together with my hands and shaking uncontrollably, but she guided my arm to the toilet, helping me sit, but warning me not to expel until she left the room. Those five or six seconds as she stepped out of the small bathroom and closed the door behind her were some of the longest of my life. As the door clicked, I relaxed and literally exploded into the toilet.
I seemed to empty in a never ending torrent. Despite the fact that my balls were still separated and tied, my cock (which had been flaccid), leapt up and I came unexpectedly as the liquids rushed from me. It was my first hands free orgasm and came as a totally unexpected surprise, but I can't honestly say I enjoyed it.
After a few minutes, I got up and cleaned myself up. I had a really serious case of the shakes, but the nausea was subsiding a little and I was taking deep breaths which was helping. I made it into the bedroom and lay down on the bed feeling light headed and dizzy. She came over and checked my pulse which was still racing, having me sit up and drink a bottle of water before allowing to lay back. I lay there for a few minutes (I think), shivering as the cooler air in the bedroom evaporated the sweat covering my body. I should mention at this point that I'm not a coffee drinker. I mainly drink water and avoid soda. This was probably 10 times the caffeine I ingest in a week and boy did it kick me. I was literally exhausted as I came down from what I can only assume was the biggest caffeine high of my life.
It took a couple more trips to the bathroom to expel more. She gave me a couple of salt water enema's to help clean out the rest of the coffee enema. After the second one, I was feeling much better.
It was probably 2 hours since I arrived before she could coax another erection out of me, but when she did, she plugged my ass and gave me a long and enjoyable handjob, edging me and then slapping my balls to slow me down many times, enjoying my frustrations before eventually making me cum a couple of times.
I'm not sure I'd recommend coffee enemas and I've never tried one since, although I do understand that a lot of people love them. To each their own I guess.