Perhaps the ultimate punishment is viewing an enema tape sans anal penetration shos, but director Lincoln manages the ultimate trick of juggling waist-up facial discourses with cable coverage and illusionary side angles to convince the viewer he's actually watching the real thing.

Kind of like the Story of E rendered for the Disney Channel, Teddi Austin relates her experiences (from a New York City rooftop) about being a resilient, though subjugated nozzle hound. There's an indecipherable scene between Teddi and an almost indistinguishable Tracey Adams; and a vacuous solo enema courtesy of Nicole London, which more than foreshadows the fact that the bag in this feature is pretty empty despite the pump and circumstance.

In another scene, Teddi is apparently (again, cable coverage) on the receiving end of an ice-water cocktail delivered by Sharon Mitchell (dressed like an Apache dancer); while Porsche Lynn, dolled up in more traditional dominatrix fare, slips a rubber dick on her high heel for Teddi to suck on. As another snarling enema victim, feisty Pamela Dee proves a formidable match for administrators Luc Wylder and Anthony Crane, so she gets whacked in the ass with a strap for her efforts.

Its Byzantine qualities may appeal to the wallflowers in the enema crowd, but Enema Obedience III remains a few quarts low as of the last water change as far as the seasoned viewer is concerned.