Earliest enema fantasies

There have been many earlier fantasy stories, but what was your earliest? Who did it involve? Did it ever come true?

In my case, my earliest followed seeing a kid in the neighborhood get an enema from his mom as I looked through a window. Bad me. When I went home I asked what an enema was, and got one. The story is elsewhere in these pages.

My dreams, fantasies, even hopes from then on were about enemas. The lady next door, another lady down the street, the public health nurse, the nun at school. Many dreams about getting enemas. What were yours?

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There are so many that it would take pages to work through them all, but many involve a married couple (i.e. me the male) and a relative (e.g. sister) or friend of my spouse.

These combinations appear in all of my stories which are in the Library here. Usually they involve the use of enemas among the couple as a regular activity and then involving the other female almost by accident. I have had this fantasy with all three wives (although only two had any enema relationship with me) where my wife would mention to a friend or sister the fact that we did enemas and the friend/sister would then get involved so we had a threesome and usually the two women would eventually get into it themselves.

Frequently I will find a way to include spanking as part of the interaction. The variations are numerous, position, volume, nozzle and so on for the enema, and similarly with the spankings. I have a mother set based on using both spanking and enemas as discipline for my secretary. Unfortunately all a small percentage (with my current wife) have actually turned into reality.

There have been many earlier fantasy stories, but what was your earliest? Who did it involve? did it ever come true?

In my case, my earliest followed seeing a kid in the neighborhood get an enema from his mom as I looked through a window. Bad me. When i went home I asked what an enema was and got one. The story is elsewhere in these pages.

My dreams, fantasies, even hopes from then on what about enemas. The lady next door, another lady down the street, the public health nurse, the nun at school. Many dreams about getting enemas. What were yours?

@jackinbx,

More later when I can collect them, but IMHO, your first enema event wasn’t from Bad You but from a Clueless Mom giving her son an enema in front of an outside window! Interesting that just from asking about an enema at home, you actually were given one instead of just a good explanation! Since my first self-given enema at age 15, I’ve had many, many different simple to very complex enema fantasies too, some of which came spectacularly true. More later.

Eric

P.S. Where do we find your story on Zity about your first one?

In response my first story appeared on page 40 in the Library and was written open 11/11/16. I cannot figure out how to search the Library by author, so I had to do so by date.

Mine are described in detail in my blog. The three I wrote were soon after I discovered an interest in enemas and spankings at 12-13. Like you mine involved a number of females which continued as I grew older. I added more to the list like female boss, or colleague. I plan on sharing more on my blog.

The occurrence happened before I was a teenager. As I've written before, one Saturday morning my Mom, Grandma and I went to visit my Aunt and Uncle who lived in the same town. My older cousin Harriet was known to always have constipation problems.

When we walked in the house, there was alot of crying and commotion from the bathroom. My Aunt said, “James is giving Harriet an enema”. This was in the 1950's. My cousin was crying, "NO Daddy take it out”, ”I have to POO" and crying some more. They stayed in the bathroom for what seemed a very long time (maybe an hour). I sneaked to the closed bathroom door, listening. I could hear her grunting loud while she was expelling.

I can say that on that Saturday morning, I wished my Uncle would have given me an enema too. I actually wanted one. I could never get that event out of my mind.

I fantasized and masturbated for years about Uncle James giving me an enema. I had strange (sexual) feelings about it then and still to this day. I regret that I never had the nerve to ask my cousin about that day. I did peek later in the bathroom before we left and saw it was a big red hot water bottle enema bag and hose laying in the bathtub. We left right after the enema.

A couple of times I heard my Grandmother say that he would also give my cousin lots of soap suppositories.

As a young boy my mom let me walk next door to have a play date with the little boy who lived there. He was a little younger than me as he still wore training pants.

As we sat on the floor playing, his aunt was fussing around the kitchen stove as we huddled on the floor with a box of small toys.

In a few minutes the aunt disappeared in the bathroom while we continued amusing ourselves with the toy cars, little soldiers, a ball, etc.

In a few minutes, the aunt reappeared in the kitchen, scooped up my playmate and stripped off his training pants as she carried him to the bathroom.

I innocently followed. When I looked inside the bathroom, the aunt had a straight chair sitting in front of the basin, which I noticed was full of soapy water with a red bulb floating in it.

On the towel rack hung a red enema bag. Auntie turned my playmate upside down, pinning his legs against his body as she reached for the red bulb.

She gave the bulb a squeeze and quickly inserted it into his little pink butthole. After a quick squeeze, she eased the nozzle out, refilled it and stuck it back in his butt. She repeated that squeeze and squirt two more times before she cradled the young boy in her arms while pressing a finger against his anus.

In a few moments, she sat him on a potty chair and told him to grunt. As she sat on the closed commode, he continued to grunt and release the soapy water.

When he finished, Auntie wiped him before she pulled a small pot from under the chair and emptied it into the toilet.

At that point, she drew a shallow bath and put the child in the tub with a couple of bath toys.

I had just watched someone get a full soapy enema and expel it, but my experience wasn’t over yet. Auntie told me to get the box of toys and bring them to the door of the bathroom so she could watch me.

I got the toys, sat at the door as I was told. Then, without anymore attention to me, Auntie completely undressed and started mixing another basin of warm soapy water.

I had never seen a naked grown woman before. She had, as I remember, large breasts and a thick black upside down triangle of hair between her legs.

I didn’t understand why, but I stared at her as she ignored me while she filled the red enema bag with the soapy water.

When the bag was full, she held it high as she put the nozzle in the sink, opened the clamp until some of the water came out the holes from the four sides of the long nozzle.

Then she closed the clamp and hung the bag on the towel rack. Taking hold of the nozzle, she smeared some Vaseline on it. Then she spread a towel on the floor. She retrieved the nozzle and laid on her back on the towel, pulled her knees up to her chest, abe easily sunk the nozzle into her butt.

She held the nozzle in place with one hand, opened the clamp with the other hand and affixed her eyes on the bag that was slowly going flat.

In a moment, she put her idle hand into the hair between her legs and started rubbing herself. It was years later before I realized she was masturbating.

When the bag was flat and empty, she closed the clamp but left the nozzle in her butt for a few minutes.

Finally, she removed the nozzle, laid it in the basin and got up and sat on the commode while releasing and talking with the baby still playing in the tub.

When she had released all of her enema, she wiped herself, flushed the toilet and put on a bathrobe before getting the toddler out of the tub, dried him off and put his training pants back on him.

She sat the boy in the hall door at the little box of toys with me to play before she refilled the tub for herself.

Auntie sat in the tub and bathed herself as we played. When she was finished bathing, she stood, dried herself, stepped out of the tub before putting on the robe again.

Eventually she moved us back to the kitchen floor while she disappeared in her bedroom to redress. When she returned, Auntie fixed us a snack of cookies and milk.

When we finished eating, Auntie said it was time for the baby’s nap and I should go home.

I did go home but I never forgot about the enemas I witnessed, and I’m sure that was the beginning of my enema fetish. I also never forgot seeing Auntie naked and her breasts and big bush.

The occurrence happened before I was 10 -12 years old. As I've written before, one Saturday morning my Mom, Grandma and I went to visit my Aunt and Uncle who lived in the same town.

When we walked in the house, there was alot of crying and commotion from the bathroom. My Aunt said, “James is giving Harriet an enema”. This was in the 1950's. My cousin was crying, “Owwww” “No, Daddy my stomach hurts” and “take it out”, ”I have to POO". They stayed in the bathroom for what seemed a very long time (maybe an hour). I sneaked to the closed bathroom door, listening. I could hear her grunting loud while she was expelling as well.

I was too scared to ask Uncle James to give me an enema (feigning I couldn't go potty and having a bad tummy ache) but I could never get that event out of my mind. Never. I fantasized for years about Uncle James giving me an enema! I had strange (sexual) feelings about it then and still to this day. I regret that I never had the nerve to ask my cousin about it. I did peek later in the bathroom before we left and saw it was a big red hot water bottle syringe I saw laying in the bathtub.

So @Moms_Egirl, you unfortunately weren’t successful in that very early instance of asking for an enema you wanted (I’m sure I wouldn’t have been either at that age). When and under what circumstances was the first time you recall getting a pleasurable enema you either asked for or gave yourself? I never asked mom or any other adult for an enema until I had a GF I was willing to risk it with in my late 20’s. I’d been giving them to myself since age 15 right after I learned masturbation gave me orgasms. Adding enemas to hold before starting to give myself the orgasm made them even better.

Eric

Got my1st around 5-6 where I remember, kindergarten at least. Mom called me into the bathroom as I got changed for bed. I walked in there to see her sitting on the closed toilet waiting, then saw a bowl of soapy water with what I later learned was a bulb enema.

I was made to strip naked and climb over her lap. She then Vaselined my entire butt crack before she stuck a finger up my tight hole, and working it around, before the bulb nozzle.

The nozzle going in felt like getting the rectal thermometer, but stopped as soon as the first squeeze begin. This got my attention !

Got a good 5-6 bulb squeezes before pleading to go. Mom decided on at least a wait time, and allowing my enema to work as I was made to lay over her lap. Finally I was allowed to get up and go. She stayed in the bathroom cleaning up, while I sat expelling. Didn't know why, but my boy penis was hard.

This enema got me on the road to my sexuality, as though I fought them at an early age, learned to love them.

When and under what circumstances was the first time you recall getting a pleasurable enema you either asked for or gave yourself?

Eric

@ericmacson My Mom wouldn't allow me to give myself enemas until I got married at 18 and left home. Mom and I had LOTS of arguments about her giving me enemas after puberty. Probably not long after we got settled in at USAF base housing two weeks after our marriage, I got out the enema bag (wedding present from her) and gave myself my first enema at 19 years old while hanging the bag and sitting on the toilet

It was a disappointment. I had to admit Mom's enemas were way more pleasurable. They made me climax. The last enema she gave me was the day before my wedding. We had a huge argument about that too, but she wouldn't budge. She gave me two huge soapy somewhat painful enemas and as I predicted, it turned me on. As a teenager, almost all of her enemas were pleasurable. She had certain techniques.

@ericmacson My Mom wouldn't allow me to give myself enemas until I got married at 18 and left home. Mom and I had LOTS of arguments about her giving me enemas after puberty. Probably not long after we got settled in at USAF base housing two weeks after our marriage, I got out the enema bag (wedding present from her) and gave myself my first enema at 19 years old while hanging the bag and sitting on the toilet

It was a disappointment. I had to admit Mom's enemas were way more pleasurable. They made me climax. The last enema she gave me was the day before my wedding. We had a huge argument about that too, but she wouldn't budge. She gave me two huge soapy somewhat painful enemas and as I predicted, it turned me on. As a teenager, almost all of her enemas were pleasurable. She had certain techniques.

@Moms_Egirl,

This could be a very sensitive subject for you or me, even though this site exists and members almost expect to delve into many ideas like enemas and other kinks that are supremely private and sensitive. Add in your relationship with your mom and spouse and it starts looking like putting a fire out with gasoline! I‘m not trying to be verbose or abstruse here - my point is simply that I deeply appreciate not only many of your Zity posts like in this thread, but you writing us an excellent detailed reply. Since enemas are one of my most powerful kinks out of about 6, I perhaps naturally expect to be very curious and interested in others’ experience of similar kinks. You’re very kind. Thanks again.

All the best,

Eric

P.S. I do hope somewhere in your enema career, you've succeeded in finding someone or yourself to finally match the pleasurable and erotic quality of your mom’s enemas!

@Moms_Egirl,

P.S. I do hope somewhere in your enema career, you've succeeded in finding someone or yourself to finally match the pleasurable and erotic quality of your mom’s enemas!

@ericmacson Yes I have. Me. Now that I'm up in years, after a lifetime of enemas, I can duplicate my Mom's technique and I do it every time. Soapy, crampy, bloated and sometimes the occasional orgasm with a Hitachi wand. It makes it feel like she's giving the enema. Or when my best friend is visiting, I can sit on the toilet with the douche nozzle inserted and she raises the bag up and down, clicking the clamp off and on exactly like my Mom. Very soapy and it cramps me. Wonderful!!

How wonderful for you, and it’s a dream being able to share with your friend.

@ericmacson Yes I have. Me. Now that I'm up in years, after a lifetime of enemas, I can duplicate my Mom's technique and I do it every time. Soapy, crampy, bloated and sometimes the occasional orgasm with a Hitachi wand. It makes it feel like she's giving the enema. Or when my best friend is visiting, I can sit on the toilet with the douche nozzle inserted and she raises the bag up and down, clicking the clamp off and on exactly like my Mom. Very soapy and it cramps me. Wonderful!!

@Moms_Egirl,

I’m glad to hear that you can produce your enemas that way and have some great satisfaction by yourself or with your friend. Keep on ‘fillin!!!!

All the best,

Eric

My earliest memories were about GIVING an enema. I can remember wondering what my kindergarten teacher would look like with a nozzle in her shapely behind. Gunny sack skirts were in that year! I had weird dreams around that age of having multiple girls sitting on a contraption that had 4 or 5 seats like a tractor that would have nozzles sticking up that would insert when you pulled a lever. I think I still have the patent for that one! Yes, I was a kinky little devil.

It was reading a story that got me into them, I forget how old but I wanted one ever since I read it. Never recieved them as a child 😢