How many of us lied to get enemas

I would fib to mom about not going to the bathroom knowing I would get an enema or not feeling well .I think she knew that I enjoyed them. It was easy to hint around to my aunt as well on that merit enemas seemed to get bigger I think they enjoyed it to. Anybody else do this ?

I often did but not all ways get what I wanted mum insert soap stick up instead but often get soapy enema later as well

I liked enemas and would fin to my mom about needing one. She caught on pretty quickly and simply told me to ask when I wanted one. After that mom started giving them to me more regularly so I didn't have to ask as often.

I faked stomach cramps to get out of school and get a break from my hated 5th grade teacher. I over did it and my parents got worried enough to take me to the doctor. He 'prescribed' a series of enemas to see if that helped. From that point on, I only needed to grimace as I held my gut and an enema would soon follow.

When my siblings and I were growing up in the fifties, we got enemas often enough, so we didn’t need to fake needing one. However, that’s not to say we didn’t do it, because we did occasionally. The danger in faking the need for an enema, was getting caught. It meant mom would spank us with her hairbrush first, then give us an enema. And that was something to be avoided at all costs.

When we were at our grandmothers, it was a little different. Grandma taught our two young aunts personal hygiene as preteens, plus how to take care of children. Afterwards, the girls were responsible for themselves, when it came too enemas. So, when one or all of us needed an enema, grandma delegated the job to one or both girls. She did this, so the girls would get practical experience giving enemas to others. And like us, both girls liked getting enemas. So consequently, we didn’t have to make excuses, the girls did it for us. Grandmas cure for fussy or moody kids, teenagers, or adults was a good enema. So, when the girls decided to give themselves an enema, they would tell their mom that we’re being fussy or moody. Knowing full well, their mom would tell them to give us an enema to take care of it. Once in the bathroom, the girls normally gave us an enema or two, then did likewise themselves.

I often did but not all ways get what I wanted mum insert soap stick up instead but often get soapy enema later as well

When I was 10, I was staying at grandma’s for a few days and around the third day she noticed that things were not right with me. After a few questions she determined that I had not pooped since I got there and said that an enema would make me feel better. I got small enemas with a bulb from mom and since I didn’t mind them I agreed she could give me an enema. I was surprised when she used her bag and not the bulb saying I was old enough to get an enema like grownups did. It was my first bag enema and more water in me than ever before, but I liked it.

A few weeks later I was there for a weekend and I told her that I had a tummy ache (I lied) to see if she would give me an enema with the bag again. She did. Some time later, I tried it again but I think she figured it out and told me to wait until tomorrow and tell my mom. I didn’t.

Of course there were several times that I told my wife that I needed an enema, just because I wanted one, hoping she would give me one and it would lead to other fun too. A few times she gave me one and I even managed to give her a few, but since she didn’t like getting an enema she eventually told me to do it myself.

If only I had known about them as a child not sure what i would have done knowing what I know now i would be all for it.

My best coup was during the mid 60's when I went to university.The health nurse used to come to the dining hall with her white uniform & before long my mind was scheming to relive one of my childhood hospital visits. Finally worked up the courage to visit the infirmity.I told the nurse who was near retirement that I hadn't gone to the bathroom for days.To my disappointment she gave me a laxative to take at bedtime but told me to come back if it didn't work.-That's all for now.I'm new on here & my first message was rejected.

Thanks admin. To finish my story: Of course I didn't take the laxative.I went back 2 days later & lied again.To my relief She asked If I would like an enema.---Do people live in houses? I remember taking my clothes off from the waist down,lying on my side & watching her come from the bathroom with one of those white cans with a long red colon tube,My initial embarrassment quickly turned to excitement because that's the same type of equipment a nurse used on me when I was 10 & had my tonsils out. She ended up giving me 2 large SSEs .Don't know if she noticed my erection as I was going to the bathroom,I went back for a do over 2 weeks later but she said she didn;t want to give me anymore until I saw the DR. I promised to but never did,of course, I remember her saying "You can't keep doing this(the enemas) all your life".In retrospect,I was probably thinking "Just Watch Me."

@ronniewater

Great adventure! I'm surprised a university nurse had such enema equipment at her office. Obviously you weren't the first, or likely the last, to be treated to a SSE in her office. I wonder how many gals and guys experienced a close up encounter with that same long red colon tube. I expect she kept a log, or a file, on each student who came to her office, whatever the reason. To read those would be interesting. Good reason to go back to university to study history!

Actually Linda, she told me she had never given one @ the university. She told me I was the 1st but she previously had worked in maternity where she said she had given lots there back in the day of the Triple H where enemas were used prior to delivery.Not sure where she got the can.I was sure glad she used that.I masturbated for days after.LOL

Thanks for the reply, Ronnie.

Looks like you were even luckier than I thought.

Wonder why she'd brought the can to the office if she wasn't using it?

So glad for you she had it and used it!

Linda

Linda .I remember the nurse told me she had borrowed the enema can from a nurse friend of hers the day before because she thought I might need one after my first visit.

One of the methods I would use to invite the word enema to a conversation was to feign discomfort when a girlfriend would play with my asshole during love making. I would explain how great it felt but was too full to feel comfortable with the wonderful intrusion. Hopefully the word "enema" would come up as a solution to the temporary problem. That would usually begin a new addition to our "love making".

No, never, anytime from childhood until now (1952- ). Mom was a stellar highly regarded US RN, and gave me vanishingly few childhood enemas, only for constipation. She would even occasionally ask if we wanted or needed an enema and though I actually enjoyed them from her even in childhood, I never took up her offer or lied to get one. I still love them today at 72.5.

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Early in life, it wasn't necessary to lie in order to get an enema. Besides, I didn't usually enjoy mom's or grandma's enemas. As a teen in the hospital, I really was infatuated with a couple of younger nurses who inquired whether I had a BM yet. A little white lie would result in a brown eruption within a short period of time. Funny how an enema from a nurse sure was much more enjoyable that those I got in the cold tub at home.

I usually don't lie on purpose, but when it's still necessary for me to have an enema, after the first one I do, I say that it didn't work well and most likely needs to be repeated for a better result. That's the lie. Sometimes I can lie 2 or 3 times

Mom would ask us kids every three days about our bowel habits. When I got to the age of enjoying that full feeling, I would hesitate just enough on giving her the answer about “ when the last good poop was” and it was enema time. The real trick was not letting her finish giving me the first full bag before whining “I can’t hold it” just enough to quick get permission to expel on the toilet in order to get that follow up second full bag that was always in order if you didn’t take the full measure the first try. She was a real stickler about receiving the full amount and holding it in until she said you were ok to get on the toilet and “let it out” to get you cleaned out to her standards. Once again, thank you Mom!

I never lied about my Enema Fetish. I has always been onest about it. This are something I injoying. And I am sure to some degree, other people I know, prisiate onestty. And I am sure my down to earth pushes people to try it to . They will never admit it to me . But I hope my onestty vill open there minds to try new things in live .

I will relate a true account of an experience that could be placed into this category. I believe that I was 9 years of age at this time. One night I got a very painful stomach ache. Looking back it was probably nothing serious, but I was beginning to experience the love/hate relationship to enemas, especially from grandma who was a lover of enemas. Anyway, it was around 9:00 pm as mom and dad were watching what was called the Early Show on TV. My mother, who never once gave me any enemas, but deferred them to grandma, asked me what was wrong. I told her my tummy was hurting to which she replied, “go tell grandma”. At this point in my life enemas were a very major part of my life and I had probably had hundreds of bulb enemas from my grandma. I had reached a place in my life where enemas were beginning to affect me in an erotic sense. At this point in my sexual development I both loved yet hated the enemas. I wanted one so bad, so I went into her bedroom and told her that I had a stomach ache. To my surprise she sat right up in bed and looked me straight in the eyes and said, “you’re getting an enema. At this point she immediately got up and went into the bathroom. I told my mom that I didn’t want another enema, but secretly was excited about being given a bulb enema. She told me I would feel better afterwards and to just go undress and get ready for it. Next I recall grandma calling me into the bathroom. After the door was shut and as I stood naked I looked at not an enema bulb syringe, but a large bulging red enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. I was placed on my knees and told to bend over the tub. Next I felt this fat nozzle enter me. That day I was first introduced to the enema bag. I received many enemas from that same bag until I left home. My desire to be given enemas seemed to really change that day as I found an enema from the bag far more arousing than just an otk enema with a children’s bulb.

When I started liking enemas the squeeze bulb was readily accessible. I used it when I wanted.

When I was six years old, grandma taught her two preteen daughters personal hygiene and how to care for children using my brother and I as her teaching subjects. Afterwards, the girls were responsible for themselves when it came too enemas, along with giving us our evening bath including enemas and the occasionally spanking. So, when one or all of us needed an enema, grandma delegated the job to one or both girls. She did this, so her girls would get practical experience caring for children and giving enemas. And like my siblings and I, both girls liked enemas as much as we did. So consequently, we didn’t have to make excuses, the girls did it for us. If we got fussy or moody, grandmas cure for kids was a good enema, and that included teenagers and adults. So, when the girls decided to give us or themselves an enema, they would use us as their excuse. Knowing full well, their mom would tell them to take care of it. Then once in the bathroom, the girls would take care of us and themselves.

I have never lied, but I have always looked for opportunities to get an enema given to me. If I am sick it is common to get constipated. Any hospitalization where opioids are used for pain management, or now when I am on Ozempic. Ozempic should come with a six pack of fleet enemas or Dulcolax suppositories.

Usually it works or I have to self administer an enema. At least I get an enema.

It is difficult to call it a lie, rather an exaggeration of the problems

I was on the other side. I was a withholder. I would do/say anything to keep from getting an enema. She would eventually stick her finger up my butt to check for poop. If she did, i would get a soapy enema... and holler the whole time it was running in.

I have definitely lied in order to justify taking an enema. I would say that my stomach didn’t feel good in order to take a longer series rather than just a single, smaller enema.

I am a bigtime liar. I started as a kid telling my mom I didn't feel good, which caused her to take my rectal temperature. I would remove the thermometer and rub it on the sheet to elevate my temperature, fevers were an automatic enema. Other times I lied about being constipated. I learned how to be given enemas at least once a month. My manipulations continued until I was sixteen, with an incident that made it very clear to my mom I was being sexually stimulated from enemas.

I continued similar tactics with girlfriends to get enemas. I never stopped I came up with very creative hoaxes to as an adult to persuade a friend's wife and a neighbor to give me enemas: One Thanksgiving after dinner Joanne mentioned she was stuffed and was going to give herself an enema when she got home. That piqued my interest and the next time I was at her house i snooped in the bathroom cabinet. In a drawer was a still wet enema bag with an attached douche nozzle. So, this is when I started creating my deception to get an enema from her.

My plan was to create a medical procedure that required two enemas the night before. I printed an instruction sheet with the doctor's name on letterhead I created.

The next plan was to sheepishly ask her for some help. I said it was kind of embarrassing, she assured me she was open to hearing what I had to say. I showed her the fake instructions I created. While she was reading it, I said I remember getting an enema one time as a kid, but I really didn't know much about them. I eventually came out with it and asked if she would help me take the two enemas?

Is that all?

She said no problem, I have you covered.

I didn't know it was going to be this easy. She said to come over tomorrow afternoon, when Chris was at work and the girls in school. When I arrived she brought me into their bedroom, and told me to take off my close, she got down to her panties and bra, saying she didn't want to get wet, then went I to the bathroom, emerging with towels she slipped under me, then I heard water running, I was excited knowing I was about to get an enema from my friends sexy and beautiful wife. I became hard, I didn't try to hide it.

She entered the bedroom with a very full red enema bag, a long hose and a large black douche nozzle.

She looked at my hard penis and commented someone looks excited.

I was excited, this plan was working far beyond anything I imagined. She lubed the nozzle then my willing butt hole., going finger deep followed by the big black nozzle. She began to rub my abdomen and commented that Chris gets hard when I give him enemas. So did all of my brothers, don't feel shy, it's very natural for a guy to get a hardon.

I continued with my enema small talk, as my eyes gazed over her incredible body. She stood next to the bed holding the enema bag with her arms above her head, exposing her beautiful armpits. Her underpants revealed a sexy camel toe. She was a forty-year-old mother of two, with an enema fetish. Damn...I want to have sex with her

By this time the enema bag was empty, and she told me to relieve myself. I snooped again in the cabinet and found another enema bag, a thick colin tube, a vibrator and a strap-on dildoe. I heard rumors she was bi, and I wondered if she fucked my friend Chris with that strap-on?

My second charade wis with a Mexican neighbor who worked in a hospital. I was guessing she was acquainted with enemas. I used the same bogus document and acted embarrassed and timid. It took a while but she too agreed. This time purchased new enema bad as she did not own one, although she was well versed in giving enemas. All in all it was a productive manipulation on my part.