Enemas | Anticipating an enema

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If you have read any of my previous posts, you will know that I was given enemas for constipation when young. These were few and far between, but nevertheless sufficient to imprint me as an enema aficionado. My Mum would administer the treatment, using an Ingrams Perfex Enema - Higginson syringe, of the kind popular in the UK and it’s Commonwealth. My Mum was a methodical person, and always followed the same procedure. When an enema was announced, it was given on my bed, with me on my back, lying on a thick towel, legs raised, and bottom exposed. Not a very elegant position.

She would come into the bedroom with the necessary impedimenta on a tray, with a white hand towel on it, on which was a bowl for the solution, a jar of Vaseline, and the enema syringe itself. She would leave the tray on the bed, and go off to the bathroom to mix up the soapy water, leaving the tray with the Higginson on the bed.

I would look at it, and it had an almost hypnotic effect. It looked just like a snake. The nozzle clearly had only one purpose. Someone from another planet, where enemas were unknown, would look at it, and know immediately it’s purpose. The Perfex had a particularly well designed nozzle, unlike the straight pipes you find today, it was well made and shaped so that with a bit of Vaseline it would enter easily, but once in place, it would stay there.

I would look at it, and knowing where it was soon to be deployed, I would get a strange feeling in my bottom, a cross between dread anticipation and a strange sort of excitement.

Once the enema began I could feel a churning in my bowel, as the warm soapy solution was gently pumped in, and this added to the strangeness of the experience - a feeling which I now recognize as being erotic.

Even to this day, when I see an enema syringe, let alone get or give one, the feelings come back to me, and I feel just as I did, aged five or six looking the enema in the eye, so to speak, and feeling both dread and excitement as to what was in store.

Did anyone here have similar feelings or experiences?

Delia

Explorer1966

For me it never was really something I thought about since i was almost exclusively the giver. I could tell with Ann, and Stacey the sitting on the closed toilet while I prepared the enema seems to have a reaction and many times the wetness was visible. And that was before the nozzle went in.

Diane sometimes, with her it seemed like the actual enema got things running, but if I told her she was getting one when I got home from work, when I pulled her panties down there was usually a soaked crotch. But telling her to get in the bathroom for her enema didn't seem to be enough time to get the motor running.

Both Stacey and Ann the wetness would be visible, Ann could never take the wait and would start rubbing her clit before I got it assembled. I have always wondered if she is on these sites. She loved her enemas.

Rock49

I was quite young when I received enemas from my mother due to constpation from some medication I was required to take. I remember being taken into the bathroom and undressed. My mother would fill the sink with warm water and I could here her swish the ivory soap around. Then fill the red bulb with the black syringe. i think I began to enjoy the experience but as for anticipation.. not so much. I just knew that the enemas really worked well and the urger to expell was great snd I learned to love that huge gush. Evidently that left a mental mark in my brain. At age 12 I discovered masturbation and rememberEd how good those enemas felt. Oh my, the first enema with orgasm was incredible and I’ve been an enema enthusiast since.

Ebbie-Anne

The anticipation is half the fun of getting an enema. It always leaves me breathing heavily as I'm preparing an enema.

Vicki V

The few times through the years when I was in bed and hearing my husband running the water in our master bathroom to fill my syringe, even though those were times when I was feeling so lousy, I enjoyed the sounds. My mind can be a wonderful friend, creating little physical twinges. Funny thing, I could be lying there and all of a sudden feeling vulnerable, knowing that I was going to be given an enema, even though it would be done by someone I dearly loved. I don’t think my husband has ever felt that way, but I have. It’s probably a female thing.

sse4fun

I am sure a few of us guys around here have experienced many similar psychological effects as part of the anticipation. The main difference is that our involuntary reactions are nearly impossible to disguise or hide!

Reman

In my childhood and adolescence, I had similar feelings as the author of this topic. I was constipated a lot and from the age of 3 to 15 my mother gave me enemas. Mom used to say: I'm going to give you an enema. She started making preparations: she boiled water and then cooled it down (she always used boiled water). I remember that while waiting for this, I was always very excited. It was a strange feeling. I was not afraid of this procedure, nor was I ashamed of it. However, what I felt was a mixture of fear, shame and excitement.

I didn't understand it then, and didn't talk to anyone about it. My excitement peaked when my mother entered the room. She brought everything that was needed; a rubber bulb, a vessel of water, petroleum jelly and rubber gloves. Mom was filling the bulb with water. Then she smeared it with petroleum jelly and put on gloves at the end. She told me to undress from the waist down. I remember that she always urged me to take off my panties. I was reluctant to take off my panties not because I was ashamed or scared, but because I wanted to extend this moment.

I was very excited but I don't remember having a penis erection.The enema was exciting for me, some strange sensation. It was a secret between my mother and me. It was the same when I was about to get spanked, but then the fear was real. Interestingly, during my teenage spanking period (sometimes before), I had an erection.

alberto6536

When I had chronic diarrhea from too many antibiotics, I would have a loose stool in the morning upon waking up and mom would prepare a potato starch enema which she would syringe me using a white children's syringe. I hated these enemas as they were daily in the morning before breakfast and I was not allowed to expel them. What was worse was that the insertion of the lubricated nozzle and the squeezing of the bulb started giving me pleasurable erections. As the warm thick enema slowly flowed through my anus, my penis grew hard and fortunately my pajama hid it. So I knew that I would not want or like the enema yet I came to enjoy it.

efun42

Waiting for impending doom added to fear of a full red bag!!!

brunswickm

I hated them from nurse/mother, until last one at home age 12, I liked that one. The die was cast. Like them on women. I gave more than the few I got afterward. Gave 200 to 250 to late wife and 2 former girl friends, they always asked for more. Miss those times.

givesenemas2fems

Just like your mum, mine also used an Ingrams Perfex enema that was black.

I knew when mum, yes i'm from the UK, was about to administer an enema as she would boil water in the kitchen and shave castile soap from a bar into it. It melted at once and shortly after the whole house would have that soap smell.

my excitement would rise almost as fast as my erection, as i knew it was almost certainly my sister about to be across her lap for at least 20 pumps of the syringe

n/a

The announcement and the inevitable situation it created triggered panic, fear, tension and inner excitement, which mostly only began to dissipate during the procedure.

I felt particularly bad when the intended amount could not be taken and it was then repeated.

If my wife does that to me today, it can happen that I cum unintentionally