I like asking others on Zity how they got into certain kinks; this often makes for fascinating, fun, or both, stories. So here is how I myself got into enemas.
I have played with my anus since childhood. I recall, as a child, sticking my fingers up there, which was somewhat uncomfortable since the only available to me lubrication was spit. I did not dare pilfer the tube of Vaseline, which anyway disappeared after my little brother was deemed old enough to stick a thermometer into his rear by himself. I tried butter (what a smelly mess). I stuck Bic pen tubes into my rectum…
What strange ideas! Well, I guess I’m not entirely at fault for those strange pastimes. My mother had a policy of rectal temperatures only (this was common in French families at the time, and was also the case in hospitals), so when I was little I received it in the rear, and when I was older I had to stick it there myself. Temperature had to be taken for suspicion of illness, including strong headache, stomach ache etc., not uncommon events when, as a child, one catches all the bugs making the rounds at school.
Also, this was a time when suppositories were popular in France as means to administer medicine, especially to children. My mother was especially fond of some eucalyptus-based suppositories for throat ache, which burned the rectum slightly and left a smelly mess between the buttocks. Also, in elementary school, perhaps because I avoided moving my bowels over the squat toilets of the school, I was not infrequently constipated, and mom used glycerin suppositories. For some reason, mom continued inserting the suppositories herself much later than she stopped inserting the thermometer herself. I still recall the feeling of her fingernail as she pushed the suppository in and her fingertip entered my opening.
An event that probably played a big role in my anal fixation is the digital rectal exam that I received when I was perhaps 9 on suspicion of appendicitis. I had not been told exactly what the exam would consist in, so it was a surprise when the doctor’s finger penetrated decidedly and deep into my rectum. I had been made to assume a position that opened the anus naturally, had been ordered to “bear down” to further ease penetration, and she evidently had used a lot of lubrication, so it was actually not uncomfortable — until she hit the appendix, of course.
But enemas? No. They were not used in our household. I doubt they were used in many French households at the time (1970s, early 1980s). Perhaps I discovered the concept when studying Molière, since “clysters” (the old name for enemas) featured in his plays, as they were common in the court of his master King Louis XIV. I also heard of barium enemas. To me, they were thus something either out of the history books, either done for specialized purposes in hospital.
As an older teenager and in my early twenties, I began having strange fantasies. Being spanked by a woman. Having a woman insert her finger up my rear. This was not something I could easily ask from girlfriends — not that I had many girlfriends anyway.
I moved to California. There, using one of the early electronic board systems, I met a nice woman on a spanking board. We shared some interests, including the fantasy of being spanked by an older woman. She ended up spanking me, and liked it.
Some folks on the BBS had mentioned enemas. I said I had thought these were from history books; she answered that she had received many as a kid, that she still used them when needed as an adult, and that enema equipment was on sale in any drugstore, just look at the laxative and feminine aisle. I was intrigued.
One day I was constipated. I had a devilish idea… I mentioned a stomach ache to my girlfriend, then explained it was constipation — I exaggerated the symptoms, it was not that bad. She proposed an enema, I accepted. She installed towels on her bed, and told me to remove below garments. When she came in, bulging bag in hand, I was intimated — things had become too real. I tried chickening out; she tut-tutted and said that if my tummy is so uncomfortable due to constipation then I should be a good boy and take my enema. So I laid, as instructed, on my left side, leg flexed. She parted my buttocks, inserted the nozzle, warned me about incoming water, and started the flow. It just was so weird, and so good.
I married this girlfriend.