When did you have a Enema Bag for the first time.

I had my first enema in my early 20s. I did not know what to expect. I neither loved or hated the experience. It was a large volume enema and I felt like I was going to explode at one point. The worst feeling of trying to hold in a bowel movement. I got used to these waves of sensation as the session went on. To this day I am interested in enemas but not committed to them per say.

@stump Presumably that bag was used for vaginal douching?

Age 15 = 1st orgasm, then 1st bag enema, then 1st orgasm holding 1-2 qt bag enema. Hooked for life at 15, never looked back, just bigger and larger bags and nozzles and balloons. Now 73. Thank you, mom (RN) ❤️.

Eric 🍑💦

@jacana the bag could have been used for douching, but there also was a large red bulb douche syringe with a thick black nozzle that when filled with water and squeezed had a whirling affect as the water existed the tip. It had no side holes. Also in the box that contained the bag was a red rubber colon tube. I'm guessing 20 to 24 Fr 25 to 30 inches long. As I said I never saw it used by mother. Although later I gave it a ton of use untill I bought my owne equipment.

I'll interpret the question to mean: when did I first have my own enema bag?

At home and in high school I had access to maybe three family bags sequentially, but when I got to college I wanted my own. I remember how exciting it was to go into a drugstore and pick out an amber folding travel bag (I think it was a Seiberling) and take it to the checkout. The clerk was a pretty woman and I was kind of expecting her to say something, but she just rang it up and put it in a bag with no more interest than if had been a bottle of shampoo.

I bet I gave myself a dozen enemas with it in the next few days!

Hugs,

~Diane

My first enema from mom at age 9 was from a bag. At the time I had no basis for comparison with any other method so I assumed that was the way it was done. I was nervous of course, but mom was very reassuring throughout the process. The doctor had suggested a series of enemas for abdominal cramps I was experiencing. That was the beginning of my receiving regular enemas from mom over the next 4 years.

One day, when was 5, I didn’t feel well and Mom, an NR, suggested an enema. I had no idea what an enema was, though somehow I knew that red thing hanging from the shower curtain rod was an enema bag, Mom’s remedies had always worked, so I readily agreed. Soon, I was naked, over her knees with an enema nozzle up my anus. I didn’t now any of those terms back then, but I knew that my enema was going to involve that red rubber bag, with a red hose attached to its bottom that had a black plastic thing on its end, that hung from the shower curtain rod. Somehow I knew that it was called an enema bag.

I watched as Mom ran some hot water into the bathroom sink and then used a bar of Ivory soap to make the water milky. Mom scooped up a few cups of the soapy water with the bathroom cup and poured them into the bag, which she then hung from the shower curtain rod. Then she rubbed the nozzle over the bar of soap, sat on the edge of the tub and had me lie over her knees. I felt her part my butt cheeks. Then I felt her work the nozzle into my anus. She asked if I was ready for my enema and I said “yes.” Then I heard a click as she opened the clamp and the soapy water began to rush into me. It felt GREAT! I was hooked! I loved how the enema felt…

Mom went gently, letting just some of the soapy water flow into me. Twice, she had me stand up to pat my tummy to see how full I’d gotten, before adding more soapy water into the bag, and then into me. Mom had an egg timer, the kind with sand in it. She seemed to have figured out my capacity because when I stood up and she patted my tummy again, she was pleased and had me lie over her lap again “for the enema to work.” I had to hold the enema long enough for the sand to run twice through the timer.

Finally, she removed the nozzle and told me to sit on the toilet. Soon, the enema spewed out of me! I had no idea it was going to do that! After all, pills and cough medicine never came out after they went in.

As I expelled Mom refilled the bag for my second enema, adding more soapy water than I’d taken all together for my first enema. Soon enough, I was back over her lap. This time she added only one more cupful of solution after patting my tummy when I stood up. But, now I had to hold the enema for three times through the egg timer.

Again, as I expelled, she refilled the bag, increasing the volume once more. Mom followed up the three soapsuds with two plain water rinse enemas, encouraging me to take as much as I could hold, but these rinse enemas, I didn’t have to retain. So, my first enemas were from a bag.

As Mom gave me my enemas, she explained how they work and terms like anus, rectum, nozzle, etc. I also learned that when Mom suggested “an enema,” it was never going to be just one enema. Instead, it was a process. Mom firmly believed in the concept of enemas until clear, given often.

The next day Mom took me to a drugstore. We went to the enema section and she let me select an enema bulb. I picked a nice red one with a black nozzle. As we checked out, Mom told the clerk about my enemas the day before and that she was going to use the bulb for my soapsuds enemas and the bag for rinse enemas. The clerk asked me how I liked my enemas and I told her that I couldn’t wait to get home to be given an enema with my new bulb. We all laughed. Mom complied after we got home. Mom gave me three bulb enemas and then two rinse enemas from the bag. I loved my enemas. I was absolutely hooked on enemas!!

The new routine was getting bulb enemas for soapsuds and then bag enemas for rinses. I enjoyed the multiple nozzle insertions required for the bulb enemas. For the rinse enemas, I let Mom know when I couldn’t take another drop, which gradually increased my capacity.

Mom enjoyed squeezing the bulb hard to inject very soapy water, which she had me make, which brought me into the whole enema experience. Over time, I made my enemas very soapy, which Mom complimented me on.

Every Saturday, between Fury, Sky King and My Friend Flicka, I got enemas, but sometimes during the week at bathtime, she surprised me and gave me two SSEs (soap suds enemas) with the bulb and a rinse from the bag.

When I turned six and a half, I began to get earaches and was put onto a med that made me constipated, so every other night, at shower time, I got an enemas series of two SSEs and a rinse enema and a total cleanout on the weekend. I got those for a bit more than a year, before getting a T&A, prepped by enemas until clear, which hospital nurses had no problem giving me as Mom watched. The nurses commented on how well I took my enemas and Mom filled them in on my enema history. They all got a laugh out of that.

Eventually, Mom brought me to the drugstore to buy another enema bulb, but with a much thicker and longer nozzle – a douche bulb! At the time, I didn’t know it was a douche bulb, but I enjoyed the entry of the thicker nozzle, including the longer, thicker douche nozzle she used for my bag enemas, but was thinner than the one on the bulb. However, I always enjoyed the rush of the soapy water she gave me when she squeezed the bulb hard!

By the time I was 8, I began sneaking enemas after school and during summer vacation. Hey, Mom’s bag, now a latex bag, was always hanging from the shower curtain rod. I was an only child and both Mom and Dad worked, so I had plenty of unsupervised time.

When I was 12, we moved and I had my own bathroom. Mom bought me a latex bag for my bathroom, obviously knowing that I’d been using her bag for a while.