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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.

 

 

Are you an active enemaist?  Or is it fantasy only?

Yes! (said with gusto) I play more with enemas than I actually fantasize about them.

 

Do you prefer to receive or give enemas?  With whom?  Does it cross your sexuality line?

I prefer to give for erotic uses but enjoy receiving for medicinal purposes.  Both are fun. I love to give them to my female partner, role playing as a little girl.  I identify as bi-sexual but my enema interests don’t cross outside of giving them within intimate relationships.

 

Are you a solo player?  Do you play with others?  Which do you prefer most?

I do some solo enemas but just medicinally.  I love to give my little girl an enema because it gives me a sense of control that really turns me on.

 

Tell us about your very first enema!  Age?  Why?

The first enema I gave, I was in my mid-20′s and had picked up a gigantic aluminum enema butt plug at a kinky auction in LA.  I didn’t know much about them at first, so they just consisted of me putting water in, and them expelling: that was it.  Just another tool for playing with control.

I used bondage to tie a hot little curvy girl up in my shower, used a knife to cut her clothes off and got a few tears out of her.  She wasn’t sure what was going to happen!  I bent her over, gave her a good double hole fucking, then shoved the butt plug in her (she didn’t know it was an enema plug!).  I pulled out the already filled bag and hooked it up.  She took about 2 quarts for me, then I lifted her out and placed her on the toilet to expel.  I got some good pictures out of it all!!  I love looking back at them.

 

What is your favorite recipe?  Worst?

I like just warm water and some sea salt, maybe a good squeeze of Dr Bronner’s peppermint soap to keep things fun  :)  Worst…?  I dislike anything with oil, just because it’s a bitch to clean.

 

Do you engage in other play during enemas?  Rope or bondage? Ginger?

Rope for sure, I love the control bondage can add.  Sex!  I love adding sex because it just makes it all the more filling and uncomfortable.  That allows for the pain/pleasure aspect.

 

Are you okay with messy, or are you prim & proper in your enema play?

Messy!  It doesn’t bother me.  I’m naturally a clean freak so it pushes me outside of my own comfort zone.  But I’m uber serious about my cleanup afterward.

 

Fantasies: Celebrity enema crush?

Gwenith Paltrow!

 

Do you role play with enemas?  What types of stories?

Not really, but I do like to make them reward based.  “You get x if you take this much, hold for this long” etc.

 

To hold, or not to hold?  That is the question!

HOLD!  Make them squirm.

Imagine, I’m in the shower (now pay attention, don’t get distracted). My new shower has a lovely window and ledge on which I have some favorite soaps including my dearest Dr. Bronner’s–currently peppermint.  I’ve been using this stuff for years and all of a sudden, standing in the shower sudsing up, I start reading their label. What?!  I’m reading this crazy ass label and having terrible flashbacks of my teen years amongst Southern Baptists and bigoted evangelical demands. What in the…?! Am I blind? I’m typically so detail oriented and yet I missed this?

My first reaction is that I have to find a new liquid castille soap and that fu*king sucks! But, to be fair, before I go off on a rant (something I try to steer clear of on this blog, cause I’d much rather it be about sex, enemas, fucking, butt health, anal play, medical play, etc…) I had to do at least a bit of research and show due diligence. Turns out I am pretty sure that I am okay with continuing to use this product. To some that sounds extreme, I know. But I can be a fierce fighter with regards to product and company loyalty.

Dr. Bronner was (he died at 89 in 1997) and his sons are still, committed to their “All-One-God-Faith”. This I don’t mind at all: to each their own. But if they were expecting to spew negativity and condemn those not willing to accept their beliefs: I was about to embark on a new soap quest.But, with some research I’ve decided this crazy loon meant well and the company is doing a great deal in working for sustainability and environmental efforts. Their ravings seem to be made of psychodelic drugs, mental health problems, and a well meaning desire to see combined positivity in the world. And that vein I can stand behind. Albeit with hesitation. I won’t go into my politics or beliefs here: skimming the surface is enough in this forum.

 

You can see a full listing of the label statements at MIT here!

 

Dr Bronner's Soap

One of his son’s helped pull together a documentary of Dr. Bronner’s soap escapades called, “Dr. Bronner’s Magic Soapbox”. You can see more details at IMDb. From the producer, Sara Lamm:

“(His sons are) fighting legal battles against the USDA in order to maintain credible organic standards in the U.S. body care industry, challenging the DEA on hemp regulation, and initiating a Fair Trade Olive Oil Project that encourages peaceful coexistence in Israel and Palestine. Their shared paradigm of “Constructive Capitalism,” where, as Dr. Bronner insisted, “You share the profit with the workers and the Earth,” is becoming more and more of a reality for the company every day.”

 

 

Re-posted from Cecil Adams at The Straight Dope:

Dear Cecil:

Enclosed for your enjoyment is a bottle of “Doctor Bronner’s 18-in-1 Pure Castile Soap,” which you can get at any health food store. The soap is great, but you’ll note the label is crammed with weird religious ravings. What’s the poop, Scoop? Is Doctor B. really a “master chemist and Essene rabbi”? What’s the story behind his company, All-One-God-Faith, Inc.? And — this one is urgent, Cece — how about the unusual birth control method Dr. B. recommends? Should I throw out my diaphragm and stock up on lemons and Vaseline?

Dear Sourpuss:

Not unless you like gooey lemonade. As you can probably tell from the copy (can you imagine a slogan like, “Eternal Father, Eternal One! Exceptions eternally? Absolute none!” on the side of a Tide box?), “Dr.” Emanuel H. Bronner is inhabiting a different plane of being from the rest of us. So don’t take anything he says too literally.

Bronner is an 85-year old (as of 1993) German immigrant who hangs out in Escondido, California. (July 11, 2010 update: Emanuel Bronner died March 7, 1997 in Escondido at age 89.) He’s not an MD or strictly speaking a rabbi, but claims he’s got the equivalent of a PhD in chemistry, which I guess makes him a master chemist. He’s also not your average soap maker. Whereas Messrs. Procter and Gamble dream (well, dreamt) of enzymes and long-chain fatty acids, Bronner dreams of world peace.

Bronner wants to convince mankind of the virtues of the “All-One-God-Faith,” which, together with the “Moral ABC,” his answer to the Ten Commandments, will unite the human race. The details of this can be a bit hard to follow. For example: “Replace half-true Socialist-fluoride poison & tax-slavery with full-truth, work-speech-press & profitsharing Socialaction! All-One! So, help build 4 billion Hannibal wind-power plants, charging 96 billion battery-banks, powering every car-factory-farm-home-monorail & pump, watering Babylon-roof-gardens & 800 billion Israel-Milorganite fruit trees, guarded by Swiss 6000 year Universal Military Training,” etc.

Talking to the doc on the phone is the audio equivalent of reading one of his labels. He can be pretty linear when he wants to be, but eventually always veers off into a rap about the Essene rabbis and whatnot, delivered in a nutty-professor German accent. Believe me, it’s an experience.

Bronner has had an eventful life. The son of a Jewish German soap maker, he emigrated to the U.S. and pleaded with his father to do the same when the Nazis came to power. The old man refused. One day Bronner got a postcard with the words, “You were right. — Your loving father.” He never heard from his parents again.

Initially settling in the midwest, Bronner married the illegitimate daughter of a nun, who eventually became suicidal and died in a mental hospital. (He says she was tortured by the hospital guards.) He also began devising his plan for world peace. Fittingly, he took to the soapbox to promote it. One of his listeners, Fred Walcher, was so inspired that in 1945 he had himself crucified in Chicago in order to publicize the plan. (He survived.)

Later Bronner was arrested while trying to promote his plan at the University of Chicago and was committed to a mental hospital. He escaped three times, finally fleeing to California in 1947. He’s been there cranking out soap and soap labels ever since.

Despite his eccentricities, Dr. Bronner has built his soap company into a prosperous concern, mostly by sheer force of personality. In the early days he would set up a table at health food conventions. If a dealer strayed within ten feet, Bronner would pounce and not let go until he’d gotten an order.

But things didn’t really take off until he was discovered by the counterculture during the 60s. With the aid of his sons Jim and Ralph, who handle production and sales, he currently sells some 400,000 gallons of liquid soap and 600,000 pounds of bar soap a year. He says he’s now worth $6 million — not bad, he notes drily, for somebody who’s supposedly nuts.

Bronner’s birth control method involves using lemon juice and Vaseline as a spermicide. While it’s true the high acidity in lemon juice will kill sperm, doctors say it could also cause your insides to become irritated or burned. Besides, Vaseline isn’t water soluble. You’d be clogging up your insides and wreaking God knows what kind of havoc. With all respect to Bronner, I’d advise sticking to diaphragms.

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