Archive for November, 2008

Enema Bag Pin or Earrings: Church wear?

Enema Jewelry

Enema Jewelry

Luna parc is an interesting visit: but the sterling silver and bronze fetus pins were a bit much for me. I can imagine walking through the grocery store and seeing a lady with dangling bronze and brass enema bags on her ears… I would follow her up and down each aisle, waiting til we got to the Pharmacy section!

The detail in the puckered star was wonderful I must say! And the fact that the nozzle was not the smallest of sorts brought me a smile. I wished the nozzle had been inserted, but then we wouldn’t have such a clear view of the actual anus, now would we?

My First: The Shower Shot

Well, not my absolute first. I started with Fleets cause that all I could easily find as a teen. But then I quickly moved on…at light speed! My first real enema experience was with the Shower Shot from Mr. S Leather in San Francisco.

Shower Shot Enema

Shower Shot Enema


This beautiful piece of equipment I purchased for my Papa’s 58th birthday as a gift for him. Unfortunately for him, and gratefully for you and I: he never used it and made known that I had full reigns over the piece. This after my 26th or so probing as to why it was not yet up in the shower!

So I grabbed a wrench and put the bitch to work! I knew enough to take off the head and clean it in and out with cavicide after each use. But when I purchased the piece from Mister S they had just come out with it and had not yet ordered the water adjuster piece.

So I had a dilemma. You turned on the water and that thing SPEWED it at you. Scary, really–try it sometime just for your ass’ shock value. I could have just put it up my ass and THEN turned on the water, except that we were living in a 1920’s house in which the water temperature was dependent upon whom ran the kitchen sink, or what side of the bowl you hit while pissing. Touchy. More scary: but again, give it your own try!

You don’t know if you like something until after the second time at the very least. The first try is for the experience, not for the decision of like or dislike. In this same vein I tried each several times. After a few months of me playing with water the water handles on that clawed foot tub, I was happy enough but not utterly thrilled. I had several “Oops” incidents where I got the water too cold and Papa could hear me howling at my own tummy. And several times I actually put it on faster than I thought and unable to scurry to the toilet fast enough…it wasn’t pretty.

Finally: I was in Mr S lamenting this fact to a worker when another overheard me and said, “We have this now!”. I must have looked so funny grabbing it, running to the register, paying and getting home so quickly!! Out with the wrench again and suddenly it was smooooooth sailing from there.

Spraying Water Dong

Spraying Water Dong

I still love this toy. I moved from Papa’s for nearly two years and we”re combining households again in a few weeks. I look forward to having that particular ‘game’ available to me again.

This is what I’m looking to get for my birthday, though I’m not yet sure if or how to get it to work with the set up I have because the connections are different… Any ideas?

Enemas linked to Toilet Training

Take a look at this article from theVeteran’s Medical Center in New Jersey I didn’t hear that right:

    “However, the idea persists in the public mind, probably as an extension of the childhood habit of toilet training.”

Habits of toilet training. That’s why so many of us have a kink interest in enemas? I have to disagree my dear.

Though, I do know lots of age players that have this interest, I know even more non-age players that have this interest and are kinky fucks in their own right in regards to this subject matter alone. And that’s still without dealing with the fecal matter itself!

So how does this work?
* The power to be found in learning how to control our own bowel movements
* The authority of a parent figure looming over us about such an embarrassing subject
* The degradation to be found when we messed up and didn’t make it
* The opening feeling we love when we sit upon the thrown and it spreads our cheeks
* The smiles and cheers from our parents when we ‘do it’ right
* The pride in becoming a big girl/boy

What’s your guess to this hypothesis??