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>It is bad enough to have your guts controlled by >getting an enema but to be controlled by others during >the process moves things to a whole different level. > >>Steven's post - besides reminding me of my 6-year-old >>nurse-enema experience - reminded me of the more >>recent past, when my daughter or niece would have to >>be physically-restrained and intimidated by two or >>more adults in order that they could take an enema, >>which was either soapy-water solution or >>water-glycerin solution. >> >>>>Hi Carla >>>> >>>>Your detailed description brought back many >memories. >>>>I was never given a punishment enema, but as I saw >it >>>>even if given for health reasons it was punishment. >>>> >>>>The situation would begin by being told I was >getting >>>>an enema. Well, I quickly responded with physical >>>>resistance and very negative verbal shouting. It was >>a >>>>struggle as one adult pulled me into the bathroom >>>>where I witnessed the other mixing a sink full of >>>>soapy water. I will never forget the scent of that >>>>green Palmolive soap as it was lathered in the sink. >>>> >>>>My struggles became desperate watching the enema bag >>>>being filled with a water glass dipped into the >>>>bubbles over and over. >>>> >>>>My memory was jogged from your description of >>>>lubrication. Most recall they were lubed with >>>>Vaselene. Like you Carla the nozzle was always >>>>lubricated with that soft bar of soap. It was thick >>>>and green along the full length. >>>> >>>>It took both of them to hold me bent over the tub. >No >>>>matter how I fought, or clenched my cheeks were >>opened >>>>and that soapy nozzle easily slid deep and began to >>>>sting and burn even before the soapy water flowed. >>>> >>>>As one kept me bent over the tub the other squeezed >>my >>>>cheeks together and held the bag high. >>>> >>>>You can imagine my struggles by then. It was a >>>>horrible experience. No matter how tightly I was >held >>>>as the enema ended I couldn't help but leak, >>resulting >>>>in an overwhelming humiliation by being taken to the >>>>toilet while leaving a wet trail and feeling a total >>>>loss of control. >>>> >>>>I can sympathize with you Carla.

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