Manual evacuation of faeces from the rectum through trans-anal massage

I am a newcomer to this forum, and have always been fascinated by the subject of female patients having their bowels cleaned out through internal massage. I know very little about this subject, and would be fascinated to know whether it can be sexually arousing and if it can lead to orgasm.

Your comments (and experiences, if any) on this subject would be greatly appreciated.

While I am a fan of anal/rectal massage giving or receiving, it has always been done when there is little or no fecal material present, definitely after a cleansing enema.

I am in agreement with carol. There were times in the past that I had fecal impaction, and as a result, had digital removal of feces and peristaltic stimulation performed on me, I found nothingstimulating/arousing about the experience.

GN

I'm new here but I can relate to this. It's a long story but I'll do the abbreviated version. I did a manual dis-impaction on my wife a few years ago. This actually made her have a very intense orgasm! The final step was an enema to clean her colon. The final surprise was having my wife ask me to watch her move her bowels into a bed pan while she sat with her feet in the stirrups of our exam table wearing a pair of red high heel sling back sandals. This was one of the most exciting things I had even seen. We have since repeated the scenario during our role play sessions. This subject caught my eye so I thought I would share. I could do a story but I don't have time. I'll say that my wife is a beautiful and petite lady. She asked me do this for her and it kept her away from a visit to our family doctor even though our doctor is a female. She could not fathom the idea of telling our doctor she was badly constipated. She was plugged tight! So all the while she teased me while dressed in black seamed stockings and garter belt with a sheer see through pink blouse wearing earlier mentioned shoes. When we were finished we made crazy love 😉 Thanks for letting me share.

Noam, it can be a normal practice above all by the children and by the ancient by the fecaloma. Fecaloma means a "stone" of feces in the anus area or in the colon. If it is in the anus area it can be very dificult to remove the fecaloma. Many times must be disimpacted manualy. I saw it by my pediatrics practicum by one 5 years old boy who didn´t stool more than 5 days.

My boyfriend who is by his residency in emergency medicine had to remove the fecaloma by an ancient lady with Alzheimer and it wasn´t realy very nice 😳 He was about to vomit.....

The anal stimulation induces to evacuate, however the enema is less traumatic.

Being a nurse I have removed several impaction's over the years. I did not find it stimulating at all! I do however, find that a nice anal massage is a wonderful passage to enema play then to love making!

I have had the unpleasant experience of having to dis-impact patients and it is pretty disgusting and in no way erotic. It is a treatment and not a treat.

When I had my son, I needed to have an enema according to the nurse. I protested because of the embarassment factor. She insisted or else she told me that the alternative would be a doctor having to manually remove the contents of my rectum. I decided that I would take the fleet enema. I do not really like fleets.

I know this maybe a stupid question but how is this procedure done?

I don't mind examine patients with presence of feces and even find interesting feeling it trough vaginal way (palpating the lower wall of vagina - Douglas space). don't mind also to perform a rectal or recto-vaginal touch with presence of feces in a clean outside patient, real doctors do it and I do it too and even notice the remain colour of stool on the glove but this is all would't have any pleasure in removing the stool outside.

I am with amaral and not interested in removing anything from inside. That for me is one step to far.

Although i hated every minute of it i was a little bunged up and had my partner help me loosen up a bit by a few toys and also gloved his hand up and pushed 2 fingers up me to pull it down and out . he is not bothered and can stomach that but i couldn't . but it was worth it after i was free to go . a loo then and much better . and easier

As a nurse, dislodging an impaction has no interest for me at all. Maybe without fecal matter, just a massage would be great, but leave out the poo!

Digital dis-impaction is not a comfortable procedure for the recipient! Also, the practitioner must be alert for a vaso-vagal response and a sudden drop in BP, sometimes followed by unconsciousness. The patients comfort must be kept in mind, both physical and emotional reactions occur. I prefer to instill a small, (one pint,) mild sse made with warm saline and have it retained for fifteen minutes then repeated at the same interval up to two quarts. Frequently the warm soapy water will do a good job of breaking up an impaction if it can be retained and the practitioner is patient with his client. If this procedure produces any substantial expulsion of feces it can be repeated, (with doctors orders,) two or three times. It takes a lot of nursing time to do this so most of the time no one will make the effort. Usually, if the first treatment gets substantial expulsion of feces and a warm mineral oil enema next will lubricate and soften the mass which can be passed following a good warm sse to rinse out the oil.

I would be less than honest if I told you that we had the time in a hospital for this proceedure, but for a friend at home it is a lot less uncomfortable and possibly dangrous that digital disimpaction.

Just stumbled across this topic...

As I have posted elsewhere on this site, I was subjected to daily manual evacuations from the age of 11-14. Yes - very uncomfortable (& embarrassing!) StephenS. But... they became my first sexual experiences! A few years ago I wrote a poem about the experience and how I felt about it...

Mine?

(With apologies to Andrew Lang, JRR Tolkien, and Will Shakespeare)

I am just a bottom,

That's all that I am,

The only part of me anyone is interested in.

Bottom, rear end, backside, bum,

Buttocks, anus, rectum.

These are the only parts of me anyone interacts with.

They are like miners, digging daily to extract faeces.

It is my duty, as owner of the land the mine is on, to facilitate their access.

The land is mine, the mine is not.

Their mine, not my mine. My land, not their land.

Who gave them the right to mine my land?

I mind. They apparently do not.

Accordingly, reluctant yet unbidden, I transfer to cold, hard bench,

Pulling my trousers and panties down,

And roll over on my side to face the wall.

Access is cramped and confined.

I bend my right leg, exposing myself further.

There is still only room for one at the coalface.

Swiftly, eagerly, and with practised ease, she dons her protective equipment -

One plastic glove, two latex finger cots,

One on her index finger, one on the middle.

She is right-handed, this one.

She, though unready, is ready. I am not.

With her left hand she clasps my right buttock and lifts, gently but firmly,

Revealing the entrance to the mine.

I clench - a last, desperate attempt to prevent entry.

She senses this. She knows a trick or two, this one.

She runs her finger slowly, gently, in small circles around my anus.

This is her 'open sesame', her 'Speak friend, and enter'.

I cannot resist her charm.

She enters and probes deeply, taking rapid stock of the days haul.

Soon she is at work, extracting faeces.

She works swiftly, diligently,

Delving deeper as the stock close to the surface is depleted.

One final sweep and she is assured that her day's work is completed.

Her shift has lasted a scant two minutes.

By tomorrow, the stock will be replenished,

The mine productive again,

And a new shift will begin once more.

This is all I am to them.

The days stretch endlessly ahead, lasting to eternity.

Each day the ritual is the same.

And yet...and yet there is more to me than this.

I have legs, arms, a head and body.

I live, breathe, move, think.

I have a mind, capable of reason, poetry, emotion.

(If they prick me, do I not bleed?)

I wonder what they do with all the faeces?

I can imagine Amy that you were embarrassed - who wouldn't be at that age. But of course my understanding from what you say is that at the time it was a necessity - or at least thought to be! Maybe it was our UK shyness about enemas that was the cause of the apparent necessity or maybe it was your medical condition at the time which meant that peristalis, even with an enema, didn't function, though for an 11 to 16 year old who wasn't accustomed to enemas it would surely have been as embarrassing, though not as uncomfortable.

And yet you eventually became eroticised by it - you say in the poem "I cannot resist her charm" as she made small circles around the entrance to the mine! Your kinks today, years after, include Ass Play, Enema's and Suppositories.

I'm reminded of my very first enema, in hospital at the age of 10. I knew nothing about enemas and it wasn't announced nor permission asked. Worse still, no 'small circles round the entrance to the mine' even! I can tell you that I was affronted at this intrusion - but it was, and is, at the root of my medfet. A few years later, in my early teens, I started to explore this as my blog will convey and years later my playdoc practice started with enema treatments. They only form a small part of what I do now but it remains that I too was anally eroticised by that early experience.

I agree that digital dis-impaction is not a comfortable procedure for both: the recipient and the practitioner. So I suggest that in the most cases an adequate dose of Castor Oil (at least 2 oz) should solve this problem.

Amy, thank you for sharing; that was so very kind of you, and very illuminating.

Hermann

Hi Amy S. I appreciate your candor in writing about such an uncomfortable, embarrassing procedure. I hoped that you now have a good routine which is not too miserable. Based on your age and and what Big K wrote, I think that you were given what was considered "standard" care in Britain at that time.

I wish that I could be of assistance but I don't know what is now considered "standard" in Britain.

BigK,

Just need to correct a misconception. You say

"But of course my understanding from what you say is that at the time it was a necessity - or at least thought to be! Maybe it was our UK shyness about enemas that was the cause of the apparent necessity or maybe it was your medical condition at the time which meant that peristalis, even with an enema, didn't function, though for an 11 to 16 year old who wasn't accustomed to enemas it would surely have been as embarrassing, though not as uncomfortable."

My disability is Spina Bifida. Before going into hospital at the age of 10, I didn't need any manuals, suppositories or enemas. (Had never had any of them). My bowel function was pretty normal. My routine, however, (timing & frequency) didn't fit in with theirs, so I became uncooperative, and ended up being placed on a regime of a suppository or manual every other day.

When I went back to boarding school, I was unable to sit up, because the operation I had had gone wrong. The school didn't want to mess around helping me to 'sit' on a bedpan (with or without a suppository) and I was unable to sit on a normal toilet, so they forced me into a routine of daily manuals which continued until I was 14, when a member of the care staff finally realised that I didn't need them any more. To my mind, that's like feeding a patient through a naso-gastric tube because he has both arms in plaster and cannot feed himself! I say I was forced, because although no physical force was used, refusing medical treatment (however unnecessary) was punishable by expulsion from the school - with no right of appeal.

Sorry - thought I'd already posted this elsewhere on this site, but checked my posts and found I hadn't. Btw my bowel routine is now back to where it was before I went into hospital - that is unless I fancy a suppository 😉 !!!

No problem, ever, with correcting my misconceptions Amy.

Yes, I did presume it was a necessity, but went on to say "or at least thought to be!". Clearly from what you say now it was to fit in your bowel routine with the staff's routine! Or it could have been that the staff concerned particularly enjoyed making you embarrassed or uncomfortable or that they had the misconception that by enforcing what was surely a cruel routine they could change your natural habits. Either way, if it was unnecessary, then it was cruel!

Such things still happen today. I think I have mentioned in PM's that I'm the parent of a disabled adult who lives semi independently in a facility with 20 others, with round the clock staff. We have continual 'fights' with staff, particularly when new staff are engaged, over the very same thing - attempts to enforce a regime that suits the staff rather than the individual, though thankfully its over much more mundane things than bowel habits! It's very much to do with understaffing and minimum wage though.

What is good though is that you were, and are, a strong minded person and don't 'break' easily. I love the wryness of your last comment - "that is unless I fancy a suppository 😉 !!!"

Thanks BigK 😃

Not sure myself whether it was to make me fit in with their routine, or whether they enjoyed embarrassing me - probably a bit of both!

You hadn't mentioned the details of your situation to me in a PM, but yeah - I know exactly where you're coming from with your 'fights' with staff. I had much the same sort of problem with staff whenever my husband was in respite care. You have my sympathy. (And a karma+)

Hi Amy S. In hospitals in the US most staff will try to accommodate a patient but they simply don't have the time that is required for some special procedures.

In long term care we do try to accommodate individual tastes but it is such a "for profit" business that the staff is usually kept to the "statutory" required level.

I wish you the best and wish that I could visit you for a conversation.

As has already been pointed out, manual disimpaction in healthcare settings tends to be extremely unpleasant for all concerned. Unfortunately one seldom has enough time to try intermediate methods such as simple digital stimulation or even a rectal temperature (as parents sometimes tried back in the day).

In the 80s I had one patient, a woman in her mid 40's diagnosed with MS. She required almost daily disimpactions, to the point where we were essentially fisting her as the muscles of her anal sphincter loosened. She would insist the nurse continue even as caution suggested pulling back lest one damage the rectal walls.

We wondered if she was starting to get off on the procedure. But it didn't really matter if her feelings were erotic or just relief from another day of constipation when all is said & done.

She always insisted she couldn't hold an enema for any length of time. But I regret not trying to insert a large gauge catheter, injecting the water, then blowing up the balloon to seal tight against her anus for a spell. Might have been that her anal sphincter was too far gone even for that, but if it worked it would have been safer than the manual route.

I say thanks to all who commented, as many of us have little actual personal experience or knowledge of this procedure. A special thanks to Amy for the poem!

So have any nurses on here done this procedure?

As a student nurse in a large psycho/geriatric hospital many years ago, I was trained and actively encouraged to manually evacuate patients. It was regarded as a fairly routine procedure. It wasnt pleasant for the patient or the nurse, especially if the patient was already confused and didnt really understand what was happening.

Time have now moved on, thankfully, and such things dont happen any more in British hospitals as far as I know. Many procedures that were once thought to be beneficial to the patient have now been consigned to the dustbin of ignorance.

We live and learn!

Tried it last night with a real rn was intersting to say the least

Amy I really appreciated your story. I too was sometimes "noncompliant" and suffered at the hand of certain staff members during hospitalizations.

A few years ago I had rectal surgery. Afterwards, I guess I was scared to have a BM and one thing led to another and I got impacted. I had to go back to the surgeon's office and have him manually remove the impaction. I am not one to shirk at pain. I have been into BDSM for many years - all the way up to and including caning. But this was the most painful procedure I ever had in my life. I screamed my lungs out. The poor nurse rubbed my back and she had tears in her eyes as the doctor went at it. No sedative - nothing. No enema afterwards - he just cleaned it out. Afterwards he started me on a regimen of fiber laxative mixed in orange juice. And I never missed a dose - believe me! I had no desire to have that re-done.