The sounds of an enema

There are some unmistakable sounds associated with enemas. I use a Higginson syringe and the most recognisable sound is when the bulb is pumped before injecting to remove the air. After a few pumps the fluid shoots out into the solution bowl and there is a "spurt" sound. If you are lying on a bed with your right leg forward and your backside exposed, waiting for relief, that sound heralds the news that help is indeed on the way as it is closely followed by the probing of the nozzle as it finds the right place to do the business. This sound is usually only heard by the person about to receive the enema. It is not sustained enough to be heard in another room easily, although I believe I have heard it once when I was snooping outside the bathroom door because I suspected my mum was giving my sister an enema for constipation.

Another recognisable sound with a Higginson is when it is cleaned after use. After cleaning in hot soapy water with a touch of disinfectant the syringe is held vertically to let the water run out and the bulb is pumped several times to empty it. The "Southing" sound that that it makes is very unique. I have also heard that sound through the bathroom door as the syringe was cleaned after use by my mother. I have also heard it after my sister (who was older and a nurse) had used an enema on my Sister in Law when she had not had bowel action for over a week while pregnant.

The most recognisable sound however is after the enema has been injected and the receiver is on the toilet getting relief. Of course it is similar to an upset stomach but if you are even slightly aware of the preceding actions the sound of success is very recognisable especially if accompanied by the inevitable grunt or sigh.

There are a number of times that I have recognised this sound, again when my Sister in Law was given a very difficult enema and was struggling to empty herself on the toilet as my Sister was in the bathroom next door cleaning the instrument of relief.

My bedroom those days was positioned opposite the bathroom and separate toilet.

How would you react to those sounds?

An upset stomach would be a significant turnoff but knowing or suspecting that what you are hearing has been induced by the administration of an enema puts a very different slant on things.

Would you find it 'offensive" or interesting. Would you feel sorry for the expeller or pleased for them for the relief they were getting. Would you feel inclined towards the same action by listening to the results.

The latter would I feel be my reaction. The sounds of a good cleanout would encourage me to seek the same I suspect although at the times described there was no way this could have taken place.

Have you got stories about sounds? Of course the bag enema is a very quiet device except for the results.

A Higginson is a delight.

Interesting that someone should introduce other senses than feeling when taking an enema. By feeling I mean the sensations around the anus, of course. Not having a Higginson I can't yet relate to its sound, but there are the other sensations of smell, for instance. The smell of the soap, if just plain or flavored with some scent, like lavender for relaxation. Or the smell of the lubricant if it has a scent. The smell of a familiar provider must also be wonder, although I am forced to go solo at all times.

Just hearing the sounds of filling up a hot water bottle combo bag is exciting for me!

A Higginson syringe is a valuable addition to any enema rig. The gurgles, then the spurting sound, as it expels air from the line signal that the enema is ready for the taking. Then, especially with a long hose as I use, it's essential for getting the last few ounces of solution out of the line and into me. The sounds of air and water being sucked out of the line mix with the feeling of that water being pushed into my belly and entwine with the delightful misery of a full enema.

I have always loved the sound I get from a closed-bag enema when I open the shut-off clamp while there is still a little bit of air in the tubing. It's kind of a little "hiccup" followed, for a second or two, by the unmistakable sound of the water starting to flow through the tubing. The tubing even gives a little visible jerk as this is happening. I like to think of it as the "Here it comes!" sound, and find it a definite turn-on.

Of course, this means not doing what is recommended in most nursing manual instructions for giving an enema properly - that is, letting the water flow through the tubing for a short time to eliminate any air that would be injected along with the enema solution. The explanation given for this in those manuals is that any bit of air present in the tubing can potentially cause cramps if allowed to enter the bowel with the rest of the enema solution. But I have found through experience that the amount of air in this case is so small that it has never caused any discomfort for me. So, as far as erotic potential goes, for me, not clearing the tubing of air beforehand and leaving that little bit in there definitely adds to the aural erotic experience.

So many good sounds, the pitch of the water filling bag getting higher as the bag fills, the vaseline jar opening, the clamp as I let the air out of the tubing, the click as i open the clamp to let it flow and the wonderful sounds as my open top bag empties in me

When I take a 4-qt enema, my 4-qt bag is open-topped, and in position, that is the only way I can tell if I have it all in.

The sounds of the tub faucets being turned on to mix the hot and cold water and the splashing of the water as it hit the bottom of the tub, only to be replaced by the sounds of the enema bag filling.

Meanhile you are pinned to the bed, sans bottoms, by a rectal thermometer, waiting for the proclamation that it was time for an enema. Once in position, the definitive sound of the metal clamp opening.

When I was a kid, Mom had a fountain syringe and a douche bulb. I knew the enema bag well. When Mom took a Douche, you could hear the sound of that bulb being squeezed to make sure it was empty, as the last bit of water was squished out. Later, I procured my own Douche bulb for enemas and still love that sound. Anybody else love the bulb?

The sound of the lid of a large Vaseline jar being unscrewed is unmistakeable, at once pleasant and unpleasant.

The sound of a hose clamp being released is unmistakeable, as is the sound when the clamp is reapplied.

So also is the sound of air in the tubing bubbling and turning soapy water into a froth within the tubing as water races through it.

There is also a "gasping" sound when a enema syringe runs dry, just as the last of the water is suctioned down into the tube and the throat of the bag suddenly goes dry. (Listen for it!)

Add this as something to listen to during an enema.

Toots and the Maytals - Pressure Drop

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dQE1OSHnsE&feature=player_embedded

Using the session a had yesterday, the sounds heard would be:

Water in the sink running to get the right temperature

The pitcher filling

The click of the flip top on the Dr Bronner's soap

The stirring of the soap with the long glass thermometer

The pouring of the water into the bag

The hanging of the bag

The drawer opening and fumbling around looking for the right nozzle

The clamp opening and the water & air escaping

The clamp closing

The snap of the vinyl gloves

The opening of the vaseline jar

The "Just relax now, and stay still for me"

The clamp clicking open

(insert you own noises here)

The clamp clicking closed

Feet shuffling to the bathroon

(insert your own noises here)

Bathroom fan

Toilet flushing

Knock on the door

"Are you ready for another?"

Linda that is soooo hot!

My first large enema was from a borrowed Sears force flo(I think that was the name of it)syringe which had a black rubber bulb with the red syringe tubing.Each time that bulb was compressed a neat sound I don't know how to describe was made and the rush of soapy water in your rectum was what hooked me for ever.

Here is one sound that I remember that has not been mentioned. I would get up to get ready for school and would tell Mom that I didn't feel good. She would put her hand on my forehead and she would tell me to go back to bed. After all had gone I would hear her pick op the receiver of the wall mounted phone then I heard "Zip, click click click, zip click click then there was a couple short zips and then 2 long zips. I knew that was Dr. Joe's number. She would finish her talk with thank you doctor and hang up. Next I heard the bathroom sink water start and the linen cabnet door open and the 1 qt. Jones Irrigator retrieved. Next I heard the click on the can hitting the sink and the water going into the can. Next came the came the call "Bruce take off your pajama bottom and come into the bathroom. When I was 3 1/2 I was introduced to the can enema as I think Mom thought that I was going to have bowel problems and she didn't want me to fear enemas. This worked but the bowel problem didn't. When I got my enemas (Maybe 2 or three a year) I always fussed but really never minded. After 3 or 4 enemas Mom would put the can on the far end of the bathtub and stretched the red hose and black hard rubber nozzle out to drain but within reach while sitting on the toilet. At this point I knew Mom would not return to check results. If I wasn't to sick I would play and give myself a small enema. I would then flush and go back to bed.

I think everyone has missed the greatest sound of the enema -- the sounds of the orgasm when the enema is all in. If you were outside my bedroom or living room during one of my enemas you would hear a number of grunts, groans, and aahhhs when it was going in, and then a good bit of heavy breathing sounds and other out of control sounds during the climax. Then the kleenex coming out to clean up, and the heavy patter of feet to get to the toilet. And, of course you have covered the other sounds.

Let's face it; most of us do the enemas to get off. There are some good sounds (and feelings) there. Don't ignore them.

Memory _ the sound of the metal clamp and the black hard-rubber nozzles rattling in the white enema can as my mom passed by my sickroom to fill the can with soapy water.

Next, the sound of the clamp being snapped and the warm water flowing into me as I whined that I couldn't take any more.

I also like the sound of my prostate massager as I turn it on full speed while in my water filled rectum.

If you use the hot-water-bottle syringe that I use, it is amazingly quiet!

The main sounds are:

Taking the deep breath.

Click of the valve.

The breathe-out.

The start of the water flowing.

Any articulations YOU make during injection, and retention.

Running to the toilet

The eruption.

I don't find most of these particularly sexy, unless you get an enema-induced orgasm, and that's w whole different posting.

When I was a child I was always alert to the sound of my mother opening the linen closet door. If she did not close it right away I would listen even more carefully and try to visualize her moving the stack of towels that were kept in front because behind them was the fearsome flat box containing the combination syringe. If after closing the linen closet door she went into the bathroom and ran water at the sink enema was likely in someone's future.

Holy moly! The "sounds" started long before the enemas. Daddy got on the phone a couple times a week to the visiting nurse. He made sure my twin brother and I could hear everything from our bedroom upstairs. His girl friend (he, mama and Nurse Johnson had a threesome going) was parking the Packard in front of the house in minutes and we could hear the clickety clack of her hefty heeled black shoes coming up the front porch stairs to the screen door. Then there were the sounds of a long conversation between them in the parlor before we heard them heading up the stairs, mother and nurse to the bathroom, daddy to our bedroom.

Next came the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. Once the ladies were settled in our room with the big white chipped enamel tray on the bedside table and the huge chemist's flask of hot greyish fluid we heard the sound of the nurse loosening the strap on her black nurse's bag.

Daddy was holding me tight beside him as Gino went over mother's lap and I heard his howls as mother unbuttoned the seat flap of his night suit and exposed his beautiful white rump cheeks for the nurse's inspection.

The sound of the thermometer being popped into his mouth came next, followed by the sound of the nurse unscrewing the cover of the Vaseline jar. Then came the sound of her dipping the "other" themometer 😉 into the Vaseline.

The sound she and daddy seemed to love almost best was the hissing sound of the thin jet of strong-soap-smelling water from the red rubber bulb syringe strafing into the viscous lake as she filled and refilled the bulb. 😜

I remember the sound of the cabnet opening and the sound of the bag and nozzle slidding out and hitting the door and the shelf of the cabnet and then the water going on then the hanger being hung on the shower rod and the medicine cabnet opening then close when the Vaseline got open and it as well as the metal lid where set down on the tub side the the filling of the bag the water being shut off and the rattling of the tube being screwed in as the screw met the top on the bag and the them mom calling me as I swore I would be good and she would just tell me that she was just helping me out the when I would go in and see the bag hanging there most of the time it would gurgle from the water going down the hose and the the release of the air and the feeling of the nozzle going in and then the infamous click.

that was the start of the wonderful felling as I would fuse mom would just say a little more a couple of times and the relieve before the relieve the click that it was done wow I got to go 😁

I can remember sitting on the toilet, little legs dangling, watching mom holding the combination syringe over the sink with her left hand around its neck and pouring soapy water in with her right hand. The room was so quiet that I could hear her steady deep breathing, what I now know was her enema arousal. Then, watching the white suds billow out of the neck of the enema bag, flow over her hand and down the rounded sides of the syringe and drip into the sink with a distinctive "hiss."

One of my favorite memories was a time when me and my two sibs were to get an enema on Dr's orders. The anticipation began the moment mother said "enemas for all". My bedroom was next to the bathroom being used and being summer the windows were open ( this was long before AC was a normal thing to have). I was the oldest, and I suppose, the least troublesome to ma so I was scheduled last for the cleanout. At this time I was already hooked on enemas and the thrill of knowing one was coming was intense. Prior to this incident our enemas were usually a one at a time thing so the time between the announcement and the enema was fairly short as was the period of anticipatory excitement. This was the first time I was cognizant of all of the sounds associated with the enema process. I heard the equipment coming out of the closet, the filling of the bag, the fussing of my brother, and later my sister, the yelps as the nozzle was inserted, the click of the clamp being released, the "take it out" "Ka Ka" "pleeeeze", for my brother the clamp was clicked on and off several times, the sudden rush of water and plopping of the solids, and then the call for the next in line. With each of these delightful sounds my anticipation got stronger and stronger until I had what I now realize was my first orgasm, I really didn't know what was happening but that feeling is still etched in my memory. When my turn finally came I was euphoric and had one of the most enjoyable enemas of my life, partly because of the foreplay of sounds.

I agree wholeheartedly, and the pleasure of being on the receiving end when administered by someone of the opposite sex is a great turn-on for me. Almost as great as the feeling I get when using a Higginson's syringe on a compliant lady.

I love the sound of the cup being filled with water and also expulsion sounds (but only when there's no solid stuff or gas).

Makes me want an enema, too...

It's the sound of my belly gurgling as the water flows through my colon. Along with the feel of water moving through said colon, the sounds let me know the enema filling me up.

For me, it is a combination of both the sights and smells. The sound of the water running to the right temperature, the smell of the solution being prepared, the nozzle or colon tube waiting to be attached, all get the juices flowing!

Since I usually us a retention tip the sound that to me means the process is really started is the hissing sound that the inflator bulb makes each time it is squeezed. Ahh -- music to my ears. And of course there is the feeling that goes along with the squeeze and the sound. Very pleasant.

I love the sound when I fill the mixing bowl from the bottle. It gurgles and splashes and the sound is familiar as it fills up. When I mix the soap and stir it around and around, the soapsuds become foamy and bubbly and add that special perfume to the sounds.