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I found a bunch of vintage drawings which have been posted in the Galleries area and you can see here as well.  Feel free to forward me along any links or images to add!

 

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Piss douche

Why wouldn’t I want to have a cock for a day?! I mean a flesh and blood, fully anatomically connected penis attached to my mound. Well, I wouldn’t turn down the chance. I might get arrested within a few short hours, but it would likely be worth while (at least in my dreams).

I have some burning questions and experiments lined up for that day I wake up with one. Some are sexual, like feeling the difference in an orgasm as its wrapped around me, rather than being wrapped around something as I orgasm. Some are just odd, like whether I would make the tryouts for Puppetry of the Penis. And then there are the biological ones, like whether I could pee while fully hard without it hurting. (Guys, think morning wood and full bladder) I mean, for me be turned out and engorged with blood is only heightened by a full bladder. In fact, the fuller the better! And I’ve had a piss enema, but never at full attention. For comfort sake, it seems.

Poor Daddy has to help me answer these burning questions, substantiating my drive for penile knowledge. We were able to finally, after much research, come to a full conclusion. After a lovely day we ended up spending a relaxing evening with some yummy wine and sexy shows. The next morning as we were getting up  he asked if I was going to hop in a shower. I declined saying I would put it off until later in the day. He paused, and said “You are going to your class smelling like piss?!”

It all came back at that moment! Suddenly I saw a broken wine glass, Daddy chasing me through the house, and most vividly: my face on the cold tiled bathroom floor held down by his hand and warm piss filling me as he pumped in and out.  I smiled to myself, pulled off my nighty and jumped into the shower.

So, yes! When I wake up with a cock I will be able to utilize my morning wood to give the nearest hole an enema or douching. Sweeeet!

Check out what I found!  Entered by a reader on Staylace.com  Do any of you have a tinge or more of the Victorian Fetish? A darling little girl, Kimmie, introduced me and though I am not enthralled, I do greatly enjoy an occasional foray and appreciate much of what goes into this play:

SOUND ADVICE TO MOTHERS AND GOVERNESSES REGARDING CORSET DISCIPLINE FOR THE BEGINNER recommends that the novice “should be trained to have one bowel movement a day immediately after rising in the morning”

Most modern readers unfortunately won’t catch her drift. What her readers long ago would have understood her to mean by that term was by administering enemas. They were commonly used in the 19th century—all the members of many (most?) families had one weekly; it was a conventional health practice. In addition, many, maybe most, well-corseted women habituated themselves to having a bowel movement in the morning or evening by taking an enema. It eliminated complications that arose from doing “number 2” while wearing a corset and an elaborate set of undies, especially before toilet paper had been invented. (I believe people who could afford it used sponges.)

And enemas eliminated having to empty a chamber pot more than once a day—it was filled and immediately emptied at a set time. If women had used it whenever they were in the mood, it would have had to be emptied more often (or it would have stunk up the premises). Therefore, because they promoted health and convenience, enemas weren’t considered a bad, but rather a good, habit. (And maybe they were—medical opinion on such matters is sometimes influenced by fads and fashions, so perhaps the old-fashioned practice was actually correct, or at least not very harmful. After all, we occasionally discover that some discarded Victorian practice has merit, such as women’s avoidance of sunburns.)

There’s another reason why many Victorian women considered enemas a “good” habit. In the 19th century there were few “public facilities.” There were no toilets on trains or stagecoaches. Such facilities as there were were pretty rough—nasty outhouses, mainly. They were cold in winter and stank in summer. And sitting on a dirty, partially full public chamber pot (in a theater’s restroom, for instance) wasn’t a prospect women relished.
Or if a woman went bicycling, urination was not a problem in the countryside—and 90% of England was countryside. She just squatted by the side of the road, let her skirts billow around her, and let go—30 seconds later, at most, she was done. Drawers had slits in them to facilitate this sort of thing. But doing “number 2” would have been problematic, as she’d have had no toilet paper, she’d have had to remove her drawers (they’d be soiled otherwise, lacking a sitting-surface to keep their two halves apart), the process would have taken over a minute (and couldn’t have been easily interrupted if someone were heard approaching, unlike urination), and there’d have been an embarrassing and inconsiderate remnant left behind.

Even if a woman merely visited a friend, she’d have been embarrassed to ask to use her friend’s chamber pot for anything more than “number 1,” as doing “number 2” would have left a stench and required her to ask the servant (or her friend) to empty it at once (and perhaps would have necessitated an awkward request for a sponge). So women with “get up and go” wanted to avoid having “the urge to go” overtake them when they were outside. Being enema-dependent solved their problem.
If women visited a friend for a weekend or longer, they either took their enema equipment with them, or just consumed a strong laxative.

Even in the 20th century some women probably continued this practice, either because it was handed down by their mothers, or because they discovered it made things simpler in the bathroom at work. E.g., it’s easy to urinate when wearing an open-bottom girdle (OBG) with panties underneath, by simply pushing the crotch of the panties aside. (Provided the girdle isn’t one that comes far down the thighs.) But doing “number 2” requires (at least) undoing the back garters, rolling up the back of the girdle, and pulling the panties down to the top of the stockings. And clean-up afterwards, with the undies in such disarray, must have been a bit tricky. Doing “number 2” on a regular schedule at home, when the girdle was off, would have seemed preferable to some.  (This is one bit of intimate social history we’ll never learn about until some foundation funds an investigation of older women’s recollections about “unmentionable” (undie-related) topics. Our descendents will wish we’d done so!)

Postscript: The subject of the difficulty of “answering nature’s call” while wearing a girdle came up in the Girdles and More forum, and one exceptionably knowledgeable member with the handle “Working Antique” made this post, which parallels the interpretation I’ve made above:

It’s clear, dating well back into the 19th century and tight-lacing, that for a century or so, women learned to handle what society called their “toilette,” which was the daily ritual of bathing and getting dressed in the morning, and learned to develop a “schedule” of a sort that fitted their daily life—that is, at least the privileged classes did.

Elements of that could be found in the sort of regimen some women followed into the 1960s. Suffice it to say that “The Age of Aquarius” challenged and changed a lot of things.

Douche, enema and syringes from the Sears, Roebuck Co. catalog, 1908, U.S.A

Women have practiced douching – flushing the vagina out with water or other liquid (in Germany, a Douche – pronounced DOO-sha – is what Americans call a shower) – probably for thousands of years.

When Sears made this catalog, douching was popular as a way to “clean” the vagina and as a birth-control method, chasing the sperm out with a torrent of water or other liquid, some pretty harsh. Women had few legal ways to prevent conception in America, and this was not a very good one.

The Sears top-of-the-line syringe (below the upper ad), which was “wearever,” meaning it would “wear” forever, not that you could use it “wherever” – please! Sears copywriters had their way with words.

I’m not sure why the company makes such a point about its being attractive and “tastefully trimmed” – but maybe for the same reason a bidet looked so attractive.

See a real American douche set from the 1920s.

See a real American douche set from the 1920s. The Perils of Vaginal Douching (essay by Luci Capo Rome) – the odor page- Lysol douche liquid ad, 1928 (U.S.A.) – Lysol douche liquid ad, 1948 (U.S.A.)

Brought via Douche, enema syringes from Sears catalog, 1908, at the Museum of Menstruation and Women’s Health

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