Your First Bag

When I was thirteen, I had been taking enemas for nine years both over the knees and solo. I began desiring my own bag because I believed that the family bag could not be used by me privately. My opportunity to purchase one came one morning when my mother took me into town shopping and left me in the car. It was then that I hot footed down to the drug store to gaze at the bounty. On display were combonations, feminine syringes, travel syringes and open tops. Bewildered, I chose an open top “Fountain” syringe because it was the least expensive. The next problem was to get this new purchase home without my mother's knowledge. I solved that one by hanging it in the engine compartment of the car and it was driven home without her knowledge.

Finding out how to take an enema with the darn thing was an other story to be told over a nice hot chocolate at the kitchen table on another time!

Now! When and how did you purchase your first enema bag? How old were you? How did you learn to use it… Tell it all with complete details. There is a first time for everything. WOW!! What a tale this can be!

I was 53 and headed to my first session for giving that is detailed in my story. I bought it on ebay and shipped it to my work. I got home and they had shipped it to my house but luckily I got to it first. It was a close call…

I spoke about this earlier in other posts… But, the first enema bag I ever bought occurred when I was around the age of 12. Our family doctor, who had told my Mother that I needed to be given enemas to help me Pooh, had to give up his practice. The new doc thought enemas were something that no longer had a place in medicine. In fact, he told Mom to stop doing that to me and start giving me oral laxatIves instead. I, absolutely, hated them. I, literally, begged Mom to give me enemas. She didn’t. Several months of taking Castoria about killed me. So, when Mom was out shopping, I’d sneak an enema or two with Mom’s Rexall Victoria Combination syringe. That was until she caught me. Next thing I knew, Mom right in front of me, cut up the syringe and threw it into the garbage can. I was in a tiffy! Well, I had just gotten a paper route and was making about $10 a week. So, one day I rode my bike over to the local mall that had a Walgreens Drug store in it. I swallowed my pride and went in. Next thing i knew I was in the Feminine Hygiene area looking at the different syringes. I chose a Tyson open top fountain syringe and Rose home with it. Somehow, I snuck it into the house. I tried it out at the very next opportunity I had. It worked wonderfully! I thought I had it hidden, but Mom found it. That story was written a few days ago in an earlier post. Did Mom know I liked enemas..

I had just move out on my own and was looking forward to all kinds of enemas. I summoned all of my courage and headed down to the Rexall drug store. Having a bit of a problem finding exactly what I wanted an elderly woman approached me asking what I was looking for. Beet red sweeting bullets and barely able to stammer my response of an enema bag. She lead me over to the isle where they where on display and helped me make my selection. She could tell how embarrassed I was and did her best to put me at ease. I made my purchase and headed home with my rexall defender combination bag, I wished that I still had that bag it was a classic.

It wasn't till I was married that I began buying my own enema bags. Prior to that I was using my mother's open-top bag whenever I was alone in the house. Both my parents worked during the day, so I had lots of opportunities. I married young and convinced my young bride that I had a problem with constipation and that enemas were how I dealt with it. We went one evening to a local department store that had a beauty and health aids department. So I found an open-top fountain sytring; a store brand called something like "SunRay" if I remember, and got on a checkout line. Standing on line with the box in my hand was very embarrassing. I felt everyone on the line or walking by would see what I was about to buy and would be thinking "look at the pervert, he likes enemas!"

The embarrassment and guilt was such that it was sort of a rush - something that as time went on I found myself having to go out and buy more enema bags just to experience it over again. So besides just taking enemas, I was not addicted to this as well!

I didn't have money so I started with the garden hose at night. Its a rush getting filled for public viewing. I hope I have a secret enema admirer that watches me. My expels are like a power washer.

I didn't have money so I started with the garden hose at night. Its a rush getting filled for public viewing. I hope I have a secret enema admirer that watches me. My expels are like a power washer.

Damn I guess it's a good thing there wasn't a fire hydrant around!

Damn I guess it's a good thing there wasn't a fire hydrant around!

Funny, made me laugh! Speaking of using a hose, when I was teen, I would often use just the enema tubing connected to the bathroom sink faucet to shoot water into me. The sink was next to the toilet, and the hose could be pressed into the faucet spigot. It was quick and easy.

@refill

Your bag was probably a BF Goodrich “Sunburst”, a very common and popular inexpensive syringe, like this:

https://ibb.co/MhyZmB9

I think I was around 13 years old when I wanted to give myself an enema so bad I made one myself. I had found an enema nozzle in the bathroom cabinet and of course went to town with it in my bottom but I could not give myself a real enema so I got creative.

I got a large freezer bag and poked a hole in the bottom of it and used a tube from a fish tank I then put the tube in the hole in the bag. The tube was a perfect fit for the enema nozzle but I still needed to prevent leaking from the bag. I used a rubber band and put it around the air tube when it was in the bag. It worked pretty good. All I had to do is wait til I was home alone and the fun times started. Oh and it felt so great..

When I moved away from home to get my first teaching job in my mid-20's I found myself getting constipated very frequently. I tried several different laxatives (Ex-Lax, Feen-a-mint, Senokot Syrup) but found that they didn't work or worked at inconvenient times when I was at school teaching a class. Much as I hated getting enemas from my Mom, I decided that I needed to get an enema bag and try that. I bought a blue coloured 2 quart Faultless pumpkin bag at the Boots Drugstore in the city where I now lived and started using a glycerin suppository first thing in the morning if I couldn't go and if that didn't work (which it often didn't) I'd take a soapsuds enema that evening to get things moving. Then on Saturday night I'd take a good strong dose of laxative to give myself a thorough cleaning out on Sunday morning before I started back to work on Monday.

This might come as a bit of a shock to some, but I have never bought an enema bag. When I got married my new wife already had a syringe for hygiene and had bought us a combination bag that we still have. Nothing fancy, just a typical red bag. I have recounted how Sharon and I spent some time at a Wellness Institute once my company promoted me to senior management and that a “gift” for attending was one of those fancy new silicone bags. Truth be known, I really don't care what kind of bag that my wife gives me enemas with because soapy water is soapy water.

@Sean @refill

Your bag was probably a BF Goodrich “Sunburst”, a very common and popular inexpensive syringe, like this:

https://ibb.co/MhyZmB9

Thanks for finding that. I like the douche nozzle shown with the bag pictured. I cannot actually remember what the bag I purchased really looked like. Yet, I'm able to remember standing on the checkout line with others at the time.

I remember my first bag was a blue combination ice and enema bag it came with two screw on caps one was to use it as an ice bag and the other had a little nipple that the hose attaches to it was a great bag and cannot find them anywhere.

The bags referred to in #11 and #14 were likely the Faultless Four in One Combination. The were a hot water bottle, ice bag, douche bag, and an enema bag. The biggest drawback was that the hanging tab was too weak for the 2 quart capacity. I still have one of those that I found on EBAY. It was “like new” and was in a pretty obscure listing.

One of the more enjoyable aspects of my fetish, is that I've acquired and/or relinquished many of those vintage bags. I still have several that are in primo condition. As someone previously indicated elsewhere, some of those vintage items can deliver a wonderful “toe curling” enema.

BTW, I also have a Rexall Defender that is referred to by Vanda33. This is also quite a classic piece of yesteryear.

There was always a bulb and bag available at home so I did not have to buy one for myself until I got married and moved out. I bought a common Faultless combination syringe. If I remember correctly, it was baby blue rather than the typical red bag mom got for us as teenagers. But within a short time, I also bought a bulb enema syringe and a Faultless folding syringe (yellow latex bag) because I liked a little variety depending on my mood and whether the enema was for cleansing or just plain fun.

As Cheryl indicated, enema and douching equipment was always available at home. We were crammed into a small 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment. Privacy was pretty limited.

We moved when I was 12, to a larger 2 bedroom duplex that had a basement bedroom and bathroom. That was my space away from mom, dad, and my sisters. A drug store down the street had a variety of items. I rode my bike down to buy myself an enema bag. The older clerk asked what I was looking for and I told her my mom had sent me to buy a douche syringe. She took a bulb syringe off the shelf and handed it to me. It was rung up and I went home to open it. I was shocked at the long thick nozzle.

Realizing this wasn't what I set out to obtain, I got up the courage to return it and say that my mom actually preferred a regular enema/douche bag with a hose and nozzle. This older lady was very nice and showed me a red fountain syringe as well as a red combination syringe. I actually chose the Sun Mark Combination syringe with it's black nozzles. I was able to hide it on the top shelf in my small linen closet.

It got lots of use until I decided to explore the Rexall Drug a little further away. The Rexall Roxbury Fountain Syringe I bought, replaced my combo syringe as my favorite.

The lady clerk turned out to be the mom of a classmate. I interacted with her several times, but she never did meet my mom…thank goodness!

@gboy

It's no surprise that, if ExLax didn't work for you, Feen-A-Mint didn't either. The had the same active laxative ingredient, in the same dosage. Just the form was different. Both were obviously intended to make kids poo without the trauma of getting them to take pills. I was thus fooled… once.

I'm also surprised Boots sold Faultless products. They used only to sell their own stuff

Wow, That is some story. It is simply amazing as to what we will do to purchase and own our own enema bag. I purchased my first enema bag when I was I think 13 or 14. I lived in Brooklyn, NY. As you may have guessed, it is one of the largest cities in the country I LOVE. I decided to go to the drug store on Kings Highway. It was one of the larger stores in the area and yes, my aunt knew the people that worked there. I also chose an amber travel syringe. It was rubber, not the clear latex type but a solid color. It was also open top with a white hose, metal pinch clamp. Not the better type that came with the regular syringes but the cheaper ones. It also came with the white plastic douche and rectal nozzles. The pharmacist that rung up the purchase knew my aunt as well as I. He had a smirk on his face and I told him it was for my aunt. I don't know if he believed me but never said a word about it. I also chose this bag as it was in my price range.

I took it home and had a hiding place in the basement as my aunt never went down there. To this day I think she feared the space as it was a little dirty and unfinished. I had an area in the ceiling that I kept it along with my porn stash of the day. One day she went out shopping for the day and I had run of the apartment. After she left, I waited about fifteen minutes to be sure she left the area and I flew down to the basement to get out my equipment. I still remember the smell of the virgin enema set. It was a nice rubber smell. I washed out the bag and prepared a good warm Ivory soapy enema filling the bag to it's limit and attached the rectal nozzle to the tubing. I got out the glass jar of Vaseline also. I decided to take the enema laying down in the bath tub in case of any accidents. I went into the hamper and took one of the used towels and laid it down in the tub. I hung the bag from the shower faucet making it about three feet above me. I stripped down and opened the jar of Vaseline. Back then, the glass jar also had a metal screw cap making the metallic sound as I removed the cover. I slid my finger in and took out a small glob and applied it to the nozzle. I made the enema very soapy as the fluid looked like milk. This is how my aunt made my enemas (and I got many from her for health as well as punishment). The moment of truth arrived. I was as stiff as a knife and probably could have opened a manhole cover back then. I laid down in the tub crushing my cock on the tub floor. I reached back and slowly inserted the nozzle in my opening. Then reached the clamp then “CLICK” then the sound of the fluid starting to flow. I did not clear the tubing of air so it was noisy. THEN I felt the at first cool them very warm soapy flow started to fill me. The fluid was hitting my prostrate and it felt so good it was almost forbidden. Between the feeling of the water filling me and the weight of myself on my stiff cock, I started to shake like a leaf in a fall storm and had one of my best orgasms of my life making some mess on the towel. I was in such a place, I did not even realize the bag was empty until the cramps started.

I got the strength to get up removing the enema nozzle and made my way to the toilet where I relieved myself. I have always have been hooked on enemas but this one was a really special one. Only wish i could go back in time when the only responsibility was passing the classes in high school. This is a TRUE story.

Enjoyed reading, and yes; those high school days are missed.

@stingr: Only wish i could go back in time when the only responsibility was passing the classes in high school.

I grow up getting enemas from my mom,,,I had always hated them but at age 10/11 they stopped after a few weeks I started craving them and soon started sneaking enemas on my own,,,my mom always had 3 different op top feminine douche bag hanging in the bathroom it was a Saturday morning my parents went out shopping I ran up to the bathroom and filling a enema and took my first solo enema ,,now I’m sur my mom knew I was giving myself enemas front me leaving the enema bag all wet ,,at age 17i took the basement part of our house over and bought my first enema bag ,,,I went to a pharmacy out of my neighborhood and bought my first enema bag at this point I was taking enemas weekly I have been enj enemas since,,,,

I had just turned 16 and had my drivers license. I went to a pharmacy outside my neighborhood and bought a folding yellow travel syringe since it was small and easy to hide in my room. It had both the enema and douche nozzles. I wore that bag out when my folks were out of the house for any time. We lived in the south, so some summer evenings when the back yard was dark ( we had a large back yard with many shrubs and landscaping) I would fill an empty gallon milk jug in the afternoon and leave it in the sum. After dark I would use the water in my folding travel bag to take an enema hidden from the house by the landscaping and expel in the flower bed. Covering it up with a shovel. It was great to lay on the grass looking up at the stars with the warm water jetting up into my rectum and masturbating to the warm flow going inside me! Good times!

After dark I would use the water in my folding travel bag to take an enema hidden from the house by the landscaping and expel in the flower bed.

I bet you had great flowers! (sorry couldn't resist).

My first bag was a humble 2 quart Cara closed top enema bag (labeled as a douche and enema combination kit) that I got online on Amazon for like 10 bucks. I was living with my parents and hovering around 18, though I've dabbled in other ways with enemas (mostly with a rubber bottle that I used as a bulb enema; while fun, it was uncomfy to say the least).

It was definitely cheap, with it forming cracks around the hook hole from constant use and occasionally leaking water from the bag-hose connection. Yet it got the job done. I I got lots of use out of it, and it absolutely paved the way for my love of enemas to this day.

Not so cut and dried in my case.

First time a bag was ever used on me was when I was 6.

My Aunt in Saskatchewan sent my Dad an unusual white, 1 Imperial Quart HWB style bag that he believes to be of the right age that it might have been “new old” stock from when my mother would have been about that same age, but really that's speculation. Little is known about it.

The first bag that was ever really mine was an amber colored 2 us quart HWB style bag that was in the stuff my Mom left behind. It was unboxed, and the hose was assembled. It only had the stopper, one enema nozzle and one bat-type douche nozzle. Did not look like it had ever been used until I used it at age 9.

Oddly enough I'd already been taking enemas for years by the time I got my first proper bag, starting from around 14 when I realized the shower hose could be detached and comfortably inserted into me for larger fills of water. I enjoyed using it often whenever I had the privacy at home, and when I was 19 I ordered my first enema bag, a 2 qt red rubber combination syringe. My first enema with the new bag was 2 quarts of warm water taken through the narrow rectal tip, and I felt the water slowly pouring into me deeper and deeper, before I surprisingly finished the entire bag. The flow was really gentle and comfortable and I loved the feeling of warmth and fullness in my belly. I was proud of myself for taking the whole bag. After releasing, I knew I wanted more, and found that the larger douche nozzle stayed inside and felt more comfortable in my rectum. I drained the full bag once again, and once it was empty I was curious to see if I could take more. I refilled the bag but could only take about half of it before my belly felt like it would explode.

Since then I've moved up to a 4 qt open top bag and douche nozzle, sometimes taking the entire gallon. For me there's always been something sensuous about a bulging bag hanging high above me, the hose snaking down into me, and laying on my back feeling all that solution continue draining into my full belly as I watch the bag flatten. I get a really high enema this way with a great cleanout, and it feels amazingly stimulating to be so full.

Your First Bag ?

Australia is not a country known for being associated with Enema/ Douche Bags

Usually you'd more than likely find Enamelware Douche Cans, Higginson Syringes, Bulbs of various types & quantities and what is referred to as Whirling Sprays

As for myself, my first Bag came into my life at well past 30 …..this is where things get a bit watery

Firstly I'd been diagnosed with an umbilical hernia which required surgery…As one might imagine surgery didn't take place until the contents of my stomach & bowels were satisfactorily removed…..The Enema was employed to do the deed, however before it was initiated I'd been given one of those small (useless) micro enemas….waste of time & effort !!

The duty nurse tending my room turned up with one of those EZM semi opaque vinyl bags of around 2 & ½ quarts of warm milky consistency solution.

At this point I'll go no further as I'd planned on writing a story about this. The title I'd considered was >> The Shadow On The Wall….and / or …Hospital Daze.

How had I arrived at such a title ???…. @azdiane had mentioned a similar line many moons ago….I thought it was the perfect description as that was the image I saw on the wall in front of me as the Goodly Nurse stood behind me holding up “the bag”.

After I'd been discharged (no pun) I'd fiddled around on an early model computer & searched for the obvious & found a Red Rubber Madison which was the beginning of a collection

Perhaps @gibby may appreciate said story applied to her thread….at a later date

Tailz From Downunder

The (deluxe) version of the “home” Victoria enema bag was and still is “my” enema bag . Once I left home it followed me. I did not have to look for or buy another one. I still have it and it's excellent condition--although the hose was replaced years ago. When I Kick the Bucket I imagine it will end up in a garage sale or eBay. Got a lot of enemas with it since '59

My first enema bag I purchased at the age of 33 while on holiday in my home country, as in Ireland it is not possible to buy such equipment in pharmacy.

I picked a small pharmacy in the part of the city where no-one could recognise me and also where a staff was female.

So I went in and made quite few enquiries about enema equipment available in that particular pharmacy. I even asked her if it's okay to use vaginal tip/nozzle which came with the kit.

That was first and only one enema bag I had so far.

I bought my 1st bag at a drugstore when I was twenty. A pink douche kit that later I still included in my expanding collection of enema toys.