Do you remember some Special Enema from the past?

Do anyone here now or in the past remember som special Enema 🤔 . Ho has a special impact on your mind . In the past or today . I have kinky fantasies from time to time . 👅

For me it was the enema I was receiving from myy grandmother thatb made me cum. I was 14 years old. I was. Naked on the exam tale on back she was using. A balloon nozzle. I did not cum by being stimulated physical I came fromthe pressure oftheenema and nozzle .

A nurse in NYC. I saw her Ad and made an appointment. Arrived and was soon naked on the exam table.

On my stomach, I felt my buttocks being spread. Her finger ( gloved) had a lubricant on

It. She ran it around my anus then buried it my anal passage, lubricating me.

Next that distinctive sound when a thermometer is shaken down. It was soon up my rectum and stayed there until she finished her enema preparation.

When done she removed the thermometer and said she was going to begin the enema.

It was a bulging red bag with a douche nozzle. The water was extremely warm!

I started on my stomach was then put in a knee-chest position, then as she was nearing the end of the enema, put me on my left side and told to draw my knees up. I did.

I was doing well and as the bag was emptying she started sliding the nozzle in and almost out of my rectum repeatedly as the remnants of the bag still entered my rectum, rubbing it against my prostate!

I was doing all I could not to moan as I was erect and feeling the sensation of an oncoming ejaculation. . .

…I feared I’d blow my load and asked her to stop. She did.

Even though I didn’t cum, it has to be the best enema I ever had.

I was doing well and as the bag was emptying she started sliding the nozzle in and almost out of my rectum repeatedly as the remnants of the bag still entered my rectum, rubbing it against my prostate!

I was doing all I could not to moan as I was erect and feeling the sensation of an oncoming ejaculation. . .

…I feared I’d blow my load and asked her to stop. She did.

Even though I didn’t cum, it has to be the best enema I ever had.

I'd of just went with it and hopefully cummed, maybe that was her intention! 😜😜😜😉

Being a product of the 50s and having constipation issues from birth, I received quite a few enemas growing up. Not scheduled as some of you, but when necessary.

My mother always used a bulb enema with Ivory soap solution generous amount of Vaseline with me in the diaper position. Mother would mix the solution in the bathroom sink and I laid on the floor on a nice soft rug and towel.

I never liked enemas but they were inevitable, it was going to happen.

On this very memorable occasion I'm guessing I was 8 or 9 years old and woke up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache. I woke my mom and laid in bed with her for a while, she would gently rub my stomach which made the ache feel a bit better. After a bit she said let's go to the bathroom and see if you can go. Which ment if I didn't go soon, I was getting an enema.

I set on the toilet trying my best while she got the enema ready. After some time she announced let's get this over with, you will feel so much better. So on my back I lay legs up and she lubes my anus, fills the 4oz red bulb with the black bat shaped tip, lubes the tip and the enema begins.

There was never any measured amount, M would keep filling the syringe carefully burping the air out until I protested that I was full. She always would say, I'm sure you can take a bit more, you don't want a second enema do you? And she would lovingly proceed with a few more. Then up to evacuate.she would set on the bathtub while I emptied and then check her work and say I'm sure you feel so much better now, and I did.

I got up put my PJs back in and went to lie back down in her bed to rest while she cleaned up the enema stuff. That night I lay in bed thinking about what just happened and a sensation came over me, my anus was a bit irritated in a good way from all the insertions and as I lay ther I had my very first orgasm. I don't remember any squirting so I can only feel at that age it was a dry orgasm. Being a that age I want exactly sure what just happened, but

I knew it was an amazing feeling. Abd from that day on I was hooked!!! I fell asleep in extacy!

Now 65 years later I remember that eventful night as if it happened last night. It sure changed my life!

That one enema that I have the strongest memory of was the first time I was given an enema with a bag. I was at a doctors office for it. I had suppositories and a few fleet enemas which I hated with a passion. I hated the how they made me go poop and have diarrhea. Plus caused my butt to sting and burn. I was only 5 years old when we went to these doctor visits.

This time I had no idea I was going to be given an enema. I was under the impression that the doctor would put his finger in my butt as he did at the previous office visits. This time it all seemed like before they had me on my side with my butt exposed. I felt something slippery slip in my butt which felt like the doctors finger. The nurse told me to just relax and she said I was being such a brave big boy and she petted my hair. The nurse tried to distract me from the fact I was about to be given a big enema with a bag. I remember she asked me what my favorite cartoons were to watch on TV or who my favorite superhero was. I was into Batman and Robin. As we were talking I felt like something cool was flowing up my butthole. It did not hurt at all. I was able to look up and see a nurse holding a clear bag of liquid with a tube leading out of the bag and the tube led to my little butthole. I remember fussing a bit and wiggled around. The nurse told me Eric you are doing great you are a big boy.. Even at only age 5 as the enema was filing my insides I felt my little body tingle and it felt like inside my butt it tickled. I felt pressure building and like I had to poop badly. More than at any time in my life actually. The nurse helped me relax my robbing my head. Then they removed the enema from my butthole and right away I released a bit on the table. The nurse asked me if I wanted to use the bathroom or have a diaper put on me. I told the nurse to put a diaper on me. I held in the feeling of needing to go awhile. Luckly we lived close to the doctors office ss it was not like I would leak all over. On the way home in the car as we drove over a few bumps I felt my butt explode in my diaper. What an incredible feeling that was to me. I never forgot that feeling. Then when we got home my mom got the diaper off me and put me on the toliet.. I remember I was crying bad. My mom encouraged me to let it all out. She said honey let all the BMs out... That is great wow. Doesnt it make you feel so much better. I did not notice that at first. Then yes I felt so much lighter and I remember running around outside and noticed I could run jump and skip better. This all was so rememberable that I believe this is what hooked me for life on enemas...

From as early as I can remember, mom gave me enemas with a bulb. I usually only got a couple of bulbs at a time so I didn’t mind them at all and my sister and I even played with the bulb in the bathtub resulting in us giving ourselves and each other small enemas just for fun.

When I was school age, I would sometimes get bored after a while during summer vacation and I would go to spend some time at grandmas. There were kids my age next door and there was a pool a couple of blocks away. I liked it there. I remember when I was ten, after a few days there I wasn’t feeling well. I had a tummy ache and didn’t want to play with the kids next door. With a few questions grandma determined that I hadn’t pooped since I got there. I was probably too busy to stop playing when I should have. Grandma said an enema would make me feel better. Since I didn’t mind the bulb enemas mom gave me, and I knew grandma had a bulb because mom and her had used it on me some years before, I agreed she could give me an enema. After a few minutes, she called me to the bathroom and told me to take off my shorts and panties. As I looked around I didn’t see the expected bulb, but hanging from the towel bar was her hot water bottle with some kind of hose attached. I asked her what that was for, and she said it was my enema, that I was old enough to get an enema like she did.

I laid on the floor, on the towel she had put down. I felt her slide the nozzle into my butt and heard a click. The water felt good, for a while, but then I began to feel very full and I asked her to stop. She did and removed the nozzle and helped me to the toilet. As I sat on toilet I could see that the bag was still about half full, but that was way more water in my belly than ever before. As I sat there shitting out more water and poop than I thought possible, I somehow just knew I had to do this again. It confirmed without a doubt that I liked getting an enema.

As most on here know, my mom and grandma gave all four of us kids enemas every Wednesday night and Saturday morning. Many of these were not just enemas, but series enemas, til clear. That said, it took something really special for me to remember an enema. My two older sisters (all three were older) never really got anything special from the enemas. My immediately older sister, Lisa and I did. We started giving each other bulb enemas in the bathtub as small children. (We bathed together until mom thought we were too old to be doing it.) (We still sneaked communal baths and showers, wink!) We graduated to giving each other bag enemas in our tweens. Still, nothing special. The one enema from way back then was in summer when I was fifteen. Lisa had a girlfriend from school whose parents had a lake house. Diana was a really cute, really tiny redhead with a couple of great points up front. One day, Diana came over to visit Lisa and told her that her parents were vacationing in Europe for three weeks, and gave her the keys to the lake house. They were both eighteen and Diana had a car. She motioned toward me and said, "Wanna take him with us?" Lisa thought that might be fun, so I was in. We left the next morning for a three day weekend at the lake. The house was at the end of an isolated cove, and there was a beach. The lake was only ten miles from Louisiana, where the drinking age was eighteen, so naturally, the girls headed to a liquor store. We cooked steaks that night, then decided to break oped a bottle of Jim Beam. Soon, we were all feeling good! Diana said, "Let's go swimming!" So five minutes later, we were headed to the beach. We swam for a while, and the Jim Beam had us feeling frisky. Lisa pulled Diana's bottom off, and Diana grabbed Lisa's top. They finished exposing each other, then turned to me. I lost my swim pants, and we all skinny dipped for a few minutes more. Gathering our stuff, we headed back to the cabin. (If you would call a 4 bedroom,, 3600 square foot house a cabin.) Here's where things turned kinky and I got the surprise! Diana went to the master bath, emerging a few minutes later with a 4 qt fountain bag, bulging with soapsuds frothing at its top. She slurred, "Lis, you wanna go first, or should I?" Lisa replied, "Isn't that why we brought him?" Diana replied, "I think you're right!" Remember, we were all three buck naked, AND we were outside on the front porch facing the lake. Lisa and Diana pulled me over Diana's lap, and Lisa held the bag up while Diana pushed the douche nozzle into my ass. I think they got 3 qts in me, then led me back down to the lake and out into waist deep water. They both chorused, "OK, shit it out!" I did, and the lake current washed away the brown water. We each took our turns, and tiny Diana took the full bag, right along with Lisa. She held hers while we filled Lisa, and they released in the lake together. We finished the bottle, and I think we had group sex, but I was really too drunk to know for sure. Anyway, the parts I can remember were my most memorable enema!

The story by Soapy4me was awesome!! Please, write more! Very hot. Never heard of expelling a 4 quart SSE while floating in a lake! All followed by a threesome. Good stuff!

I'd of just went with it and hopefully cummed, maybe that was her intention! 😜😜😜😉

@mike45 Mike, I think that when your Mom started moving the black douche nozzle around in your rectum, she had to have known that it was stimulating your prostate, which leads to sexual arousal. I’m sure that she wanted to give her boy the opportunity to release his cum. I think you could have repeated that many times. 😊

Yes, I remember I got a few “very special” enemas from my Mother. On these occasions, she moved the soapy black douche nozzle back and forth with water flowing while I was getting aroused (moaning and saying to her “It feels good!!) .while I was bouncing my bottom on the toilet seat. She put a large wad of Vaseline on and up in my rectum and would spread it thick.

Next, here comes a couple of large soapy enemas.

She lifted the bag way up and down and squeezed it - which increased the pressure in my bowels and near my g spot. After a while, I couldn’t hold back any l longer! I pushed water out of my rectum and moaned very loud became I was having an orgasm - right in front of my Mother!!! She never ever said a word about me cumming hard but she had a strained look on her face and kept clearing her throat during my orgasm. In a couple of minutes she did look in the toilet. Leaving the bathroom, she said “Finish moving your bowels and go to bed.” She then gave me a warm wash rag to clean myself

I think I had 2 or 3 more special enemas (the last one was in my late teens). But that was the very first time I ever had an orgasm. I remember Mom breathing hard and my heart was beating very fast during the orgasm(s). I was half way crying and cramping and half way saying “It’s the ENEMA”!!! The strained look was replaced with a very satisfied look but still, she kept quiet.

Remembering back, she always had a strained or worried look before she gave me enemas.

After that, I really thought that taking a large hot water enema was how a woman has an orgasm. It felt GREAT!!! No sex could EVER COMPARE with Mom’s “special” feel good enemas.

I’m in my seventies now and have a Son and Daughters, grands and great grands. No enemas were ever given to any of them. Because all of my life I’ve been very, very addicted to large bag enemas daily or almost every day. It goes way beyond just wanting one. I need that hot-very warm water, making my bowels cramp, being filled up, having the bowel movements I need and the immense sexual pleasure! I didn’t want them ever exposed to that.

I HAVE to take at least one hot crampy enema every day to make my bowels move.

Your Mother knew things like my Mom did and she knew I loved taking them for sure!

I read and reread this incredible post again and again @Moms_Egirl and delight in your experience. It is incredibly sexy that your mom was of a mind to give you the pleasure she did and was able to share in the experience at the same time. My mom and grandmom were both klismos as were yours. Thanks for this great post.

There are many very good posts. I was a young child in the 50s and have multiple special enema events that happened to me and started my interest in enemas. Enemas were so common then, every one viewed them as a way to stay healthy and overall I believe people then lived a healthier lifestyle because of enema use. I remember my first enema from a bag, my aunt gave it to me and the feeling of the water going into me. My mother would give me enemas from a bulb syringe, one day there was a enema hose attached to a faucet, she inserted the nozzle and then the water was turned on, I got a instant hard on, the sudden rush of water pushed on my prostate glad and it emptied on my mom and the floor. My mom was my first sexual encounter. She was shocked at what happened and never gave me a enema again. It also gave me uncontrollable boners after that any time I was around girls, it was annoying. I also seen many of my cousins both male and female receiving enemas from their mothers. For me enemas created a very special bond between me and my mother and my aunt, and other family moms. It was a love and caring experience that I will never forget.

@Moms_Egirl Do you feel like that moment ultimately changed the structure of your relationship with your mother? Do you feel like perhaps she wanted you to climax or even continued giving you enemas with the intention of making you climax? You had mentioned she looked satisfied after the fact.

That first enema that my wife gave me will always remain special. I was bound up and needed some help that laxatives and a suppository were not able to handle. My wife insisted that an enema was all I needed. Growing up I had an intense dislike for getting an enema and I admit only now that my wife was adamant and was not intending to let me off the hook. Needless to say the couple of quarts of warm soapy solution did the trick. It's also worth noting that an enema from your spouse is much, much different that those from a parent.

Only an M&M a few times

@Westy said,

It's also worth noting that an enema from your spouse is much, much different that those from a parent.

It’s definitely a lot different getting an enema from your girlfriend or wife, over those from your mom, aunt, grandma, or sister.

Yes, very distinctly and memorably. A fairly brief version is:

Ex-wife at fiancée stage pulls me by the arm into bedroom after light dinner. We were both in our 50’s, both Switches and had had a good deal of sex already since meeting, mostly vanilla. She knew and approved of all my 5-6 kinks already. We already had known safe words.

Says she has some special plans for us tonight (read NOW) if I’m free to spend a few hours together. I agree and she tells me she’s my Domme and me her sub tonight at least until MN, maybe later if it’s agreeable, which it was - I started getting hard. She says take my clothes off and begins helping me into my black latex catsuit, then hood and gloves. Pushing me back on the bed she adds a ball gag and finishes her job of covering me completely head to toe in rubber by lacing me into a pair of what Converse called their X-Hi Top Chucks. They rise way over the ankles to not quite midcalf. With me still reclining, she enjoys sliding a butt plug into me, soft cuffs from wrist to ankles and a rubber gas mask. She walks out, coming back shortly with about a 2-3 quart enema bag. After letting me see it through the mask windows she gleefully gives me the whole bag after inserting a latex DBC without any choice. After a few minutes of edging me while describing how much control she has that evening over me, I get wrapped up in the thick comforter and left on my back to struggle, sweat and ponder her next move. In about 20-30 minutes she’s back and asks me if I’m ready for my second bag of enema, then giving it to me despite my answer being questionable and unable to ask her questions. Now I was up to what felt like 3.5 to 4 quarts. Still acting very nicely but firmly dominant, she tells me I can end the evening and my rubber-enclosed, distended sweaty submission as soon as I can manage to crawl on my enema belly over to her side of the bed, give her a couple of oral orgasms and finally drag my enema belly with me and climb up on her pelvis to give her PIV. Now I’m still enclosed, still sweating under my sneakers, suit and gas mask and laying full prone weight on the enema belly she gave me. (Fortunately for me, my rubber fetish had long since shown me that I actually liked sweating under neoprene or latex - unless she makes me too hot (temperature) and I pass out.) I dutifully give her all the vigorous PIV I can, and finally have my orgasm she demanded.

After my required short post-PIV nap we assure each other that we loved it despite her making it long and physically taxing on me, and I’m allowed to go disrobe and empty my distended bowels. She had never done all that to me, including ALL of my kinks at once, in a single evening before, but it turned out to be one of many. Very memorable and I’ll never forget all her effort and our mutual enjoyment.

TLDR: Domme wife gives me big long enema evening including all my other 5 kinks at once.

Eric🍑💦🤿💥😊❗️

All of my enemas are pretty much the same with either baking soda or Ivory soap in two quarts of warm water. They all have been wonderful experiences but if I have to call any of them "special "it would always have to be the last one taken. For sometime afterward my mind plays through the experience of making, taking, and releasing ultimately leading up to that satisfied feeling of being cleaned out. Others here have mentioned the emotional as well as physical satisfaction to which I can only reply with "how true".

@Theimpeccablepixie29 and @enough Yes, I agree. Looking back, she had this certain scenario for as long as long I can remember. The worried look. Then the strained look. Then she said, “I’m going to have to make your stomach hurt.” Or “I’m going to have to give you an enema.” The strained look stayed all the way through the enema. Until I started releasing water with poop. And telling her “it hurts, stop. I have to go….Now!” Then she greased the douche nozzle again and started over. (When I was turned on, she went in and out and twisted the douche nozzle. Alot.)

Then, her look changed to satisfied. Every time.

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@Sweet Julie nice comment!!!

Every enema my wife gives me is special but there was one about 15 years ago. We had just gotten home from dropping our son at tennis camp. My wife offered a multi session and of course I agreed. After several good clean out enemas, she put the 60 inch 32 French colon tube on the hose. She let the water flow in slowly while working the tube way into my colon. I could tell she had reached my Cecum and was working the tube all so slightly in and out just a tiny bit. When the bag was getting near empty, she gave the tube a little push and I knew she found my Illeocecal valve and it went through. This was the strangest feeling but also very exciting. It was so intense that I couldn’t hold back one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had.

I’ve had two very memorable enemas that ended in hands-free orgasms. Both were with a colon tube.

First time was 16 years ago when we were still in this wonderful apartment and visiting our local dungeon a couple times a week. We had an air mattress downstairs so friends could sleep over after late night dungeon play parties. We didn’t want them to drive home after playing all night, so we’d just have them crash at our pad to keep them off the roads.

I forget what the reason was, but I got a random enema from the nurse one day on that air mattress downstairs. Usually we’d play in our bedroom upstairs but, I’m guessing this session was extemporaneous and just happened there because the gear was handy and there was the downstairs bathroom close by. She used one of the 3-quart+ EZ-EM bags filled to the hilt with a very long red colon tube. She got the tube way up me and the water was making my belly tingle and tickle above my navel. It was like an orgasm was slowly building from my guts down to my cock.

Once the tube was all the way in, the nurse began fucking my ass slowly inch by inch with the remainder of the colon tube. The whole time during insertion, it felt like the tube was skipping across my prostate similar to a finger on the outside of birthday balloon. The growing tingle in my belly paired with the prostate teasing from the colon tube was just too much, and without warning, I shot a huge load of jizz all over as my whole body quaked uncontrollably in what I describe as an out of control whole body orgasm.

As soon as the pleasure waves passed, I was super full and had to go expel, but first I had to be a good sport while the nurse endlessly tugged on the colon tube like a magician pulling handkerchiefs out of a hat. It took what seemed like forever to remove that colon tube from deep in my bowels and the tube further stimulated my prostate on the way out causing mini spasms that released any remaining baby batter left in my balls.

Had a similar experience a few years ago with those Silicone nozzle extra big and long colon tubes with the retention ball at the end. Same deal, tube was all the way in and belly began to tingle. When the nurse shoved the retention ball all the way in, there was just no room left and my prostate let loose with a hands free orgasm from out of nowhere.

Both were memorable and best enemas I’ve had in terms of sexual release. I’m chasing that dragon to this day hoping to have that exact experience

First time I did a Enema. Blow bra brain away in extazy.

My first enema using the bag when I was 4 years old, sick with a cold and I hadn't pooped for several days. The doctor ordered a 1 pint enema of warm salt water and my mother gave it to me with no explanation. I didn't know what she was doing to me, just that it made my belly ache and made me desperate to go while she forced me to hold it in for 5 minutes. It was the start of many more enemas using the enema bag, gradually increasing in volume as I got older and usually with Ivory soap added to cause a stronger purging effect.

I’m maybe unusual in being such a fan of enemas as I have never been given one in a necessary (non-fetish) setting, though I’ve given myself plenty. I did however have multiple suppositories inserted into me, over my mom’s lap, during my younger childhood. I remember thinking fairly early on this was something to look forward to rather than dread!

My special enema was not mine but our elderly neighbor lady's happy filling. She needed an electrician. I am not licensed, nor practicing, but handy enough to solve the problem with only a couple hours of work.

In the enema history of the early decades following WW-2. There was a common enema bond among neighbors that would be considered dangerous today, but was with quiet affection back then.

Our widowed neighbor lady, then in the early 1990s knew that endearing early life. She was at home around a camp fire cooking with wood. As i completed repairs, she considered her loneliness was about to be hers again. Simply middle fingering her floppy red bag, i caught a glimpse of her desire for something comforting to wash away some of that loneliness that even her own children could not comfortably address. But here was a dirty young man of humble persona for her and she coyly asked with the brush of a finger, "Maybe some of this?"

As i picked up my tools, putting them in the car, i slipped away and told my wife, only a couple doors away, what was going on. She was concerned for her too, of course, but with raised eye brow, told me, -- She was next!

When i got back over there, i let the lady know that my wife, her friend had given me to,,,, stay a little longer. She had a heavy blanket covered with layers of news paper in the middle of her kitchen floor, with a milk thermometer floating in her open top red bag of waters. I retrieved a firm pillow from her couch and fixed it under her little enema nest for her hips. She skipped to her bed and brought back a pillow for her head. I held her hand and she knelt in the floor before me. I nodded and tilted my head. She pulled up her house dress and sat on the firm mound in the center, then settled back onto her head pillow. I Checked the prime in the hose and made it squirt, gaining a giggle from her heart.

Then as she took a nap, comforted with gentle clean goodness, i disappeared back home. Momma, wanted me to stage the whole procedure to comfort her worries as well.

Milk thermometer used to be a common household drawer item for making custard and yogurt, commonly called clabber 60 years ago.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clabber_(food)

That addition made this a real journey back to our elderly neighbor's childhood, i think. So, i kept busy talking and talking so that she did not jump when i eventually began to caress her anxious need, smearing bacon grease up and down, again and again till she started moaning. At which i let my middle finger glide in up to my knuckle, slowly twisting it. She nodded a breathless thank you, with eyes barely open. Removing my happy finger to begin her filling, i leaned forward and kissed her forehead. As i released her flow, her eyes popped open and jaw dropped, saying, "It's been a long, long time. Yes, oh yes, that's mighty good. Get me big for daddy." As i petted her belly, it steadily rose and widened till 3 quarts were weighing inside her. Her breathing changed as her regular rhythm needed more effort to operate her diaphragm and ribs. Our neighbor was filled! I got her to roll over onto her knees. I removed her nozzle and replaced it with my greased thumb firmly holding back the flood inside her. The rest of my hand curving up and cupping her vulva. I asked her to let me help her to the pot. "OK" and as we got up together, that long middle finger of mine found her swollen sex hiding in between her lips. We got to her potty and she scooted onto it, straddling the pot and facing the wall. "Finish me!" she demanded. "Please, now!" I slowly began to oblige her and she started leaking onto my wrist. I picked up the pace and her guts stiffened. I struggled to get my arm out of the way. She had gone from school girl to gushing woman in an afternoon's delight, a real life journey and neighborly visit.

From I was w little child till early teen I had several extensive pelvic examinations to monitor my development and procedures for intimate adjustments. I always had some sedation or anesthesia of various degree, so I never remember these exams as complete events. Sometimes I remember that my parents took me there and back. Sometimes I got sedated already at home and got brought there sleeping. But I remember glimpses of the procedures.

I also remember a sort of explanation given to me that sounded like "You are sick in your bum".

But the exams tend to begin with a sort of colonic enema by which they flushed me clean. They used a big contraption with two or more white containers and a tube ending in a nozzle put in through my anus, while I lay naked on my stomach with my hip area elevated. Every time since then when I saw or see something similar to that contraption I get sexually and psychologically aroused in a strange way.

My first Enema, when I try it out for the first time . I was in total Extazy of delight. I never forget this. I was the most strong impact on my body and mind.

From then one it's a part of me , almost like a tvinbrother.

That's 44 years ago today. But it's stil a strong memory.