When growing up what was your enema giver wearing, and did it affect your emotions?

Mommy wore a loosely fitting robe the first time when I fell in love with her and having her do things to me. Eventually she wore only bra and panties at the start of the enema process which she would remove to expose her big full breasts and dark hairy pussy.

Depending on how my wife feels. From hi heels boots and jeans fully dressed dom to panties and bra or tee shirt. And also this will depend on what she wants me dressed in

I remember my mom wearing a robe with a nightgown or pajamas underneath. The few times that she gave me enemas, it must’ve been in the evening. She always dressed me in something warm on top to keep me from getting chilled while I was getting the enema and releasing in the bathroom.

It’s very interesting to read what family enema givers wear. I can imagine many if not most of the givers got aroused during the procedure. I wonder how many givers got aroused enough to decide to exchange places and enjoy a couple of enemas themselves?

Any ladies have a story they would like to share?

I always like my giver to be fully dressed in regular clothing. It makes the contrast of my only wearing a top feel more exciting.

Most often my mom was wearing the blouse and slacks she wore during the day. That said, there were many instances when she only had a robe. Either way, she was patient and very, very thorough.

All of my childhood enemas from mom came at night during sleep time. I would wake up in the middle of the night moaning with a stomach ache. She being a light sleeper would hear me and come to my room and say I'll give you an enema. She was generally in her sleeping gown. Now my wife has a little pink night shirt that she wears and usually has underwear on.

@Real_Screamer said,

I wonder how many givers got aroused enough to decide to exchange places and enjoy a couple of enemas themselves?

During summer vacation when we spent four to six weeks visiting our grandmother. Our teenage aunts had the responsibility of giving my siblings and I our evening bath, including spankings and enemas when needed. Grandma had a large downstairs bathroom with a big walk-in dual head shower, making it convenient for the girls to bathe us together. Once in the bathroom, we all got undressed, including the girls. Because they liked the convenience of being able to put us in the shower together, get in and bathe us, all while keeping the peace. So, when grandma had the girls give us a couple of enemas before our bath, we got the enemas laying naked across their bare lap. My siblings and I were anal erotic and enemas helped scratched that itch because the girls always lubricated us with their index finger deep in our rectum before inserting the enema nozzle. Causing us to wiggle around and moan while laying naked across their bare lap. Once our enemas were finished, the girls put us in the large shower together, then one or both girls got in to bathe us. When they finished bathing us, the girls dried us off and put us to bed. Afterwards, they returned to the bathroom and gave themselves a couple of enemas before taking a shower.

This was the normal routine whenever the girls gave us a couple of enemas because we realized early on, they not only enjoyed giving us enemas. They enjoyed giving themselves enemas as well. As we got closer to puberty, we started getting feelings deep inside that we didn’t understand while they gave us enemas laying naked across their bare lap. About the same time, we noticed the number of enemas we were getting increased. The girls just let things happen and never said a word, one way or the other. The girls knew a lot more than we did, but at the same time, they were just as innocent as we were. They took care of themselves, after they put us to bed, by returning to the bathroom and giving each other a couple of enemas. I discovered this by accident one evening when I was ten years old. I walked in on them after they had given us enemas earlier that evening because I needed to use the bathroom after being put to bed.

My mother would remove her house dress and wear a plastic apron over her full slip when I was put across her lap. When I was around 10, I was in the knee-chest position either on her bed or the bathroom floor. At that time she just wore the apron over her dress. The apron always made me feel like I was going to loose control and make a huge mess. I don’t recall that I ever did.

My mother would remove her house dress and wear a plastic apron over her full slip when I was put across her lap. (...) The apron always made me feel like I was going to loose control and make a huge mess.

Maybe it wasn't about losing control, but the apron was a symbol of giving you an enema.

For the first enemas I got from mom around age 10 she wore a half-slip and bra. When she realized I wasn't going to make a big mess during my enema she wore her usual house dress with seasonal variations.

In my fantasies involving my mom giving me enemas she wore only a half-slip with her full beautiful breasts on display. You see, for years growing up she would stand at the bathroom mirror in a half-slip only while she fixed her hair and applied deodorant and perfume before returning to her bedroom to put on her stockings, shoes and dress. Around the time my enemas started she caught me staring at her breasts a little too long and began wearing a bra during her morning bathroom prep.

If I was given an enema during the day, Mom would wear regular clothes. If it was after supper, she would have on a nightgown with no panties. Since she took her enemas (mostly)at night, she probably didn’t want to mess with taking them on and off.

I always wore a big smile, she was also wearing a big smile. No sense being sad puss at such a beautiful time. 🤠🥰

Like many others, my mom usually wore a bathrobe, bra and panties, occasionally nylons and a garter belt. When I was younger, I’d be over her lap. Later on all fours on the bathroom floor. Mom’s younger sister would come to visit during the summers, and the giving of enemas was turned over to her. She took her time preparing me for two or three enemas, talking about their health benefits, inserting her vasaline coated finger deep into my rectum, once explaining what the prostate gland was and why it felt pleasurable. She wore a thin robe at times, other times I remember laying over her bare thighs but I don’t recall why that happened. This being the 1950s, the women in the household wore nylons held up with a garter belt, early on I had a real fascination with those- remember seeing them under slips and robes, and once in a while under dresses. My aunt would chat and slowly fill me with whatever solution she chose- sometimes Ivory soap, sometimes a light peppermint mixture, she would leave the room to allow me to expel, return and put me over her lap again. I grew to love her way of giving enemas, and felt a special bond with her in my pre-teen years. About the time I’d turned 13, and began to sport a fair erection, she decided it was time I self administered enemas, which wasn’t nearly as enjoyable.

Mom was my regular enema giver when i was 7 or 8 yo, i remember my aunt sometimes help her holding the enema white can, while i was in her lap.

They whore normal clothes as i remember. Like dresses.

My aunt gave me my enemas. More often than not she wore her bathrobe and panties as she gave me bulb full after bulb full of warm soapy water

My Mom always wore her nurses uniform.

It made the girls feel safe, somehow

Well, when I received it for the first time as an adult, I received it from my boyfriend at the time. He had me laying down on my back completely naked in front of him, then he lifted my legs so that my anus was completely exposed to him so he much easier could penetrate me with the nozzle. He was fully clothed. I believe he was wearing either chinos or jeans, and a shirt. I was so embarrassed that I cried. It was also very uncomfortable, which also made me cry. I remember the insertion feeling extra painful as I struggled and tried to clench my butt cheeks together so he wouldn’t be able to insert it. But I remember him spreading my cheeks apart and penetrating me anyway.

Depended on the day and time of day. Most were evening affairs so my mom would be in nightgown or pajamas or sometimes her underwear…weekend morning would be the same deal. During the day was more likely she’d stay in normal clothes or whatever she was already wearing but sometimes changed.

Since I fly solo now my giver is always naked.

Way back then, when my mother held me down and forced enemas into me, I don't recall anything special that she was wearing.

But today, my enema giver likes to wear a nurse's outfit and sneaker shoes of various colors. Thank you, RoxySneakerGirl, my enema queen, I love your nurse's shoes, so when I present myself for my enemas from my enema queen, I too wear sneakers, got to be careful though not to have an accident, those sneakers are precious.

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Mom, and sometimes grandma, would wear their housework clothes plus aprons when giving me enemas. I was always naked of course. It wasn't so much what they were wearing as much as it was the humiliating contrast of them being properly completely clothed and me having to be naked- just a young, soft, smooth, pale white, skinny twink boy having to have an enema. .....michael

No, I have a vivid memory of the clothes those who gave me enema wore when I was young. They were home clothes, the ones they wore regularly. The only detail I remember was my grandmother who often had an apron on, but she almost always kept it on, even for other household chores. They usually receive them late in the afternoon.

What they were wearing didn't involve my fetish, however it emphasized the fact that I was naked... So this aspect was more relevant.