Ever Wonder Your Attraction To Enemas? - I Do

@RedBulb99 said,

I didn't mind those enemas, in fact, I liked them. It liked feeling the nozzle slowly entering my little butt hole, then the feeling of the warm water entering. She would do this until I told her I was full. I never had to take more than I thought I could hold so there was never any pain or large cramps involved. She sometimes would ask if I thought I could take just one more if she didn't think I had enough yet but never forced me to take more if I said no.

That's basically what it was like for my siblings and I growing up, however there were some differences. Mom, grandma, or our aunts didn't use a bulb, they use a regular douche/enema bag. Like you, we weren't pushed to take more than we could comfortably hold. Tho we were encouraged to hold as much as possible.

Our routine enemas, were a soapy followed by a rinse. During the soapy enema, we had to try an empty the bag, which we generally did. Up until age eight or nine, the bag was only half full during the soapy enema. The rinse enema, on the other hand, was a little larger. The bag was more than half full, and like the soapy enema, we had to empty the bag if we could. Even though it was larger, we usually didn't have any trouble emptying it.

Then, around age nine, things changed. Soapy enemas got larger, as did rinse enemas. During that time, mom occasionally gave us a rinse enema or two, for no apparent reason. They were always from a full bag, that we had to take and hold, as much of as possible for five minutes. With mom going slow and encouraging us, we never empty the bag, but came close a few times. Her encouragement helped us take more than usual, until we just couldn't hold anymore, telling her to stop. That routine continued, until we were able to take and hold a full bag soapy and rinse enema.

My attraction started when mom gave me enemas. I enjoyed the total attention and the exciting type of embarrassment when mom exposed my anus and slide the tube into my rectum. I really like the feeling of the tube sliding up into me. Also enjoyed the emptiness the enema provided after I emptied my bowels.

Latter, the enjoyment came when I watched mom give my sisters an enema. Loved watching the exposed anus and the black tube sliding up into them. Knowing the feeling they were experiencing even though my sisters didn't enjoy enemas.

And giving enemas to other adults was both exciting and sensual at the same time.

I enjoyed the enemas I got from mom. They initially were given with a bulb syringe, were small, and they were not a traumatic activity. My sister and I started innocently enough using the bulb to squirt water at each other while playing in the bathtub and one thing led to another and soon we were giving each other and ourselves small enemas with the bath water just because it was fun. This started when we were about six and eight years old and continued occasionally until we started to get boobs and hair and we started to shower instead of taking bubble baths. I continued to give myself enemas, mostly just for fun, to this day.

I bet @RoxySneakerGirl has a story on this one

@kathy4161 said,

My attraction started when mom gave me enemas. I enjoyed the total attention and the exciting type of embarrassment when mom exposed my anus and slide the tube into my rectum. I really like the feeling of the tube sliding up into me. Also enjoyed the emptiness the enema provided after I emptied my bowels.

When we were growing up in the fifties, mom, grandma, and our teenage aunts all gave us enemas for various different reasons. Grandma, being a retired RN and a strong believer in enemas for kids, teenagers, and adults. Was no nonsense, when it came to enemas and nudity, especially when it concerned your health. Mom, being the oldest, was more like her mom, but her two younger sisters weren't. They were young, curious, and explored everything. However, mom in other respects, was like her two younger sisters.

For the most part, mom gave us enemas when needed, two or three times a month. Occasionally, once a week, when circumstances dictated. The primary reason being, we didn't like using the bathrooms at school, we waited until we got home. Hence, our need for enemas.

Then, around age eight, mom started giving us enemas out of the blue for no apparent reason. Normally, she gave us a soapy followed by a rinse enema. However, when she gave us enemas for no reason, she didn't give us a soapy enema first. She gave us a couple of rinse enemas. Those enemas were larger in volume, and given slowly, taking longer than our usual enemas. Giving us a lot of feelings, that were different, from the routine enemas she usually gave us.

Having liked enemas from an early age, we never gave anyone any trouble when it came time to getting an enema. The routine soapy and rinse enemas mom gave us, felt good, even with the occasional cramps. However, the enemas she gave us out of the blue were something else again. Tho, they were larger, and took longer than usual, they felt both good and naughty at the same time. That was something, in the beginning, we had trouble wrapping our heads around. We really liked it, when mom gave us those enemas, even though we didn't understand the feelings they gave us.

As preteens, grandma taught our aunts personal hygiene, along with how to take care of and give children enemas. Then gave them, the responsible for our even bath, including enemas and occasional spankings. I was six years old when that happened. A couple years later, like mom and her enemas out of the blue, the girls started making excuses to give us enemas that weren't really necessary. The funny thing was, both mom and our aunts started around the same time. The girls being first, a few months ahead of mom.

So, was it a just a coincidence, or did mom and her two sisters give us those unnecessary enemas on purpose. Whatever the reason, we didn't mind, because those enemas were more pleasurable than the routine enemas, they normally gave us. Something we began looking forward too. However, I'll say this, my siblings and I always suspected our RN grandmother had something to do with it. Mainly because, the volume they used was larger, whenever they gave us those long slow unnecessary rinse enemas.