What is your most arousing enema?? Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine *wink* I get some of your stories via email but I would love to get permission to repost there here and share!
But here is an extreme one I recently ran across (posted anonymously for their privacy). And yes, there are photos to prove the castration.
My most arousing enema happened a number of years ago but was influenced by a much earlier one that my mother gave me in early adolescence. She administered enemas to me frequently and as I got close to adolescence I had an automatic erection when she told me to undress and come to the bathroom for an enema. While that sexual display of my hairless little penis was embarrassing, I didn’t really object to her enemas. Anyway, this time, the enema felt different and as the bag was nearly empty, I spontaneously ejaculated. I didn’t know much about sex because this was my first orgasm and was totally unexpected. My wife is a kinky nures and she and her roomate gave me enemas even before we were married. I told her my kinky interest in enemas came from having my first orgasm during one. After we were married, we often talked about sexual fantasies and I told her a kinky fantasy would be to have her and my mom administer an enema. But this was just a fantasy and not something that I thought would ever happen.
Without going into all the whys and reasons, things happened to a point where my testicles were going to be surgically removed. My wife had grown more dominant and controlling over me sexually and I was her submissive cuckold husband. My mother knew some of our relationship but not the total depth of it. My wife wanted to give me a complete bowel prep the afternoon and evening prior to the surgery so I wouldn’t have to strain at the toilet for a couple days after I neutered. She also wanted to include an orgasm for me during the enema to at least be symbolically my last orgasm as a complete male. She laughed and said enemas would be book-ends around my adult sexual life. But then she shocked me by telling me to call my mom and invite her over for dinner and to assist with my purging.
I hesitantly called Mom and told her that I had surgery scheduled in two weeks and my wife was going to give me a complete bowel prep the day before and that she was welcome to come over and have dinner with my wife since I couldn’t have any solid food. Of course she asked about the surgery and I had to admit that my testicles were going to be removed. She was quiet for a couple seconds and then said, “Castrated?” I had to simply say, “Yes, Mom.” My wife took over after I admitted that I was going to be neutered and explained the medical reasons why it was being done.
So my Mom stopped by mid-afternoon on that fateful Thursday and gave me a strong dose of castor oil to begin my purge. I hadn’t had castor oil since Grandma used to administer seasonal purges to our entire family every spring and fall and it was as disgusting as I remembered. After they had dinner my stomach was heavy and rumbling and they told me to go undress for my enema. It was the first time I had been naked in front of my mother in at least 35 years. My pubic/anal area was already shaved for the procedure the next morning. My wife prepared the enema and I got on my hands and knees over the edge of the tub like I learned as a child. My wife used a larger penis-shaped nozzle and humiliated me by telling Mom it was longer, thicker and harder than my limp, little penis. She slowly inserted it fully into my clogged rectum and then worked it sensuously in and out as Mom opened the clamp to let the soapy water with glycerine drain into me. My wife told me to masturbate so they could see my last orgasm as an intact male. It was degrading to masturbate in front of them, yet secretly satisfying as only a kinky submissive might understand. I tried to hold back on my orgasm but the wonderful internal pressure and warmth prompted my final emission. I squirted my sperm out onto the floor almost like a horny adolescent but this time as a mature adult facing the end of his sexual life. It did feel splendid but also was melancholy as the pressures inside took center stage. I struggled to take the full bag and then held it for a minute before I got up on the toilet. As I expelled, I looked at the small amount of juice on the floor and knew I’d never have an orgasm or enema like that again. I was castrated the next morning.
