At what age did you realize that you liked receiving or giving yourself enemas

It was pretty early on for me. Maybe 8 or 9. The prelude (rectal thermometer) always got me excited and then when the Enema nozzle appeared, I got really excited! I remember having erections as early as age 6 . By age 13, when I reached puberty, I had huge erections starting with the rectal thermometer and all during the Enema. I was hooked.

I never had an enema that I didn't like, so around age seven I started giving myself enemas. At first it was from the six ounce bulb, then I started with the bag when it was already wet and drying in the shower. It was like winning when I went into the bathroom to find the wet enema bag hanging there.

I'll never forget the day I found the hose with the douche nozzle attached to it, I had to try it, Wow.

I was a curious kid, so often sorted through the contents of my parents room when they were away. I was about eight when I came upon a boxed enema/douche bag with red hose and black nozzles. I used the enema nozzle once out of curiosity, but was fascinated with the bigger douche nozzle described as whirling spray. Didn't take but the first use of that one to learn that I liked the whole package of sensations. Wish I had that nozzle today!

As I’ve posted here in the past, as well as recently, my love of enemas began with my very first enema, at age 5. I ended up getting five enemas that day, from Mom’s bag, plus another five more the next day, three from the new enema bulb that Mom took to the drug store to buy (she let me pick it out), and two from her bag.

I loved it all – the lubing, the nozzle insertion, the fluid flow, the feeling of Mom rotating and stroking the nozzle in my anus as my enema flowed in, the discomfort/cramping of high volume, soapy water. Expelling, while providing relief, was anti climatic. I loved lying over Mom’s lap and being coddled. I enjoyed receiving enemas from my older, female cousins – it just felt a little naughty the way they gave me my enemas.

Very early on, I recognized that I actually liked the small bulb enemas that mom gave me. Then when I was ten, I got my first bag enema. Even though I only managed to take about half of the bag, as I sat on the toilet with more water than ever before coming out of my butt, I just knew that I had to experience that again. Then with puberty I discovered that an enema feels good, and masturbation feels good, but masturbation while giving myself an enema feels one hundred times better.

@Cheryl77177 said,

Then with puberty I discovered that an enema feels good, and masturbation feels good, but masturbation while giving myself an enema feels one hundred times better.

As preteens, once enemas were our responsibility, my siblings and I started swapping enemas. Discovering enemas enhanced our masturbation and masturbating enhanced enemas. The summer I turned nine, our RN grandmother started us on a yearly 3H enema, like her two teenage daughters. Following the 3H enemas that year, she had the girls give us and themselves a daily rinse enema at bath time for a week. Plus, she told the girls to stop putting us across their lap and have us get down in the knee chest position. Along with switching us from the adult recital nozzle to a long-curved douche nozzle. Tho we didn't understand why at the time, the douche nozzle really felt good buried deep inside us, especially when it was moved around. So, once we started swapping enemas, we continued to use a long-curved douche nozzle whenever we gave each other enemas. Discovering that when the douche nozzle was moved around while taking or holding an enema, under the right conditions, it gave us a strong anal orgasm. Working just as well for girls as it did for boys. At the time, we didn’t know anything about a prostate gland, all we knew was how good it felt. Resulting in an increase in how often we gave one another enemas.

I think for me, it started around the age of six when I walked in on my cousin about to get a bulb enema from her mom. The image is still embedded in my mind. I didn't actually get to see her get the enema as I was shooed off. That started an ongoing fantasy about receiving an enema. I didn't quite understand it being only 6 but by the time I was 9 I finally got the nerve up to ask my mom to give me one, which she obliged. That was my one and only enema from my mom (I loved it). Never got the nerve to ask her again. But the desire lives on.

Probably around 7 or so I realized that the enema felt good. My Mom would hang the bag much too high (5' off the floor) and the water would jet into my rectum like a fire hose it still stirred something inside me!

For those of us whose early enema experiences were met with fear and dread (and some unaccountable and unrecognized sexual excitement) and whose early fantasies involved this same dread and embarrassment, it’s hard to know when we realized we actually “liked” enemas. Hard to know when the fantasies of fear and dread gave way to recognizing the physical pleasure of the experience. I was probably in my 30s or 40s when I let myself acknowledge and enjoy the physical sensations, even though I had been masturbating to fantasies of being given enemas since earliest puberty.

I think I was about 10 years old. I needed a medical Barium Enema so a series of SS enemas were necessary to clean out my colon. I enjoyed having the nozzle slipped into me ass, and the feelings of warm water filling me from below! After the experince, I loved to use my mother's red bag when ever I was alone. I also introduced other boys to enemas. We were already playing with each other nude, and this gave us another set of feelings. It also came in handy when the older brother of one of the crew joined us to introduce us to real cock and cum. That was 70 years ago and I still fondly remember many lovely evenings at Kensley's house when his nurse mother was at work and the basement bathroom was ours.

I don't remember the exact age, but it was probably around 5 years of age. I enjoyed just using the nozzle off a red bulb syringe at first. Started with the children's nozzle and when I got used to that, I used the adult nozzle. Vaseline was the only lubricant in the house so that's what I used. Then I started squirting warm water and finally moved up to soapy water. Ivory soap was always around so it got used a lot. I wanted to use the enema bag but knew I couldn't get it to dry quickly enough to put it away quickly. I had two cousins who enjoyed enemas too, so we would hide and give each other over the lap enemas when we could sneak the bulb syringe out of the house. I would enjoy getting an OTK enema to this day. Fond memories.

Somewhere around 11 or 12. I received one at the hospital and it got me hooked!!! I really enjoyed it and couldn't wait to get out of the hospital and do them! Loved them and that full feeling ever since!!!

My teens when I hit puberty. Somehow, the first few times I had sex with a girlfriend it reminded me of the sensation of receiving a bag enema when I was little. That longing for an erotic enema just couldn't be extinguished. I'll always remember the first enema bag I bought in my early 20s. I was out of college, had my first real job, and my own apartment. I bought a bunch of stuff at the drugstore and included an open top, 2 quart, bag. I was scared and excited 😊. I wish I knew then what I know now! I was so clumsy as I experimented with my first self administered enemas. I was hooked on erotic enemas for life!

I got my first enema from mom at age 9. I was nervous but took it bravely. Afterward when I finished and I had had a shower and in bed I realized I liked how I was feeling. Kind of extra clean and relaxed. I knew I'd be getting another enema the next evening (and the evening after that) and I was looking forward to them. The next night, emptied out, showered and in bed I had the same great super clean feeling again. A lifelong desire was formed.

I don't know. I could guess. Five? Whatever. I always had them at least once a week. My mom gave it to me with her adult nozzle and bag bumpy thing. Hurt at first. Then it just felt good. I remember watching her squeeze the bag. She held me down by putting her foot on my head. I was having them after her every morning before going to school so by the time I was seven, I was receiving a daily bag. By then, I had a bag and nozzle like hers of my own and could do enemas to no limit. Helped reduce my hornieness. I had an early puberty. I can't remember not enjoying enemas.

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At the age of six, I knew I liked enemas and within a few years I was self-administering them as often as I could have some uninterrupted time in my parents’ bathroom when my parents were not home.

My mom gave me a punishment enema at the age of six because I played doctor with a neighbor kid. I had showed my friend how to give an injection in the bum. Not having been to medical school, I didn't know that injections go in the butt cheeks and in lieu of a syringe, I used my index finger and pressed it into my friend's bottom hole and then I had him return the favor. Later, when his mom asked what we did for fun that afternoon, he told her. She did not see the fun in it. Kill joy! Neither did my mom. Kill joy!

The next day, to teach me a thing or two about sticking things in my bottom, Mom said, "I'll teach you a thing or two about sticking things in your bottom."

I had no idea what was happening when she took my into the master bathroom, had me strip naked, and told me to bend forward with my hands on my knees. From behind, she inserted the black nozzle into my rectum and the single squeeze of the red bulb taught me a lesson, just not the one she was trying to teach. When the spray of warm water hit my insides, I knew I was in love with whatever it was that she had just done to me. I let out a shriek of surprise and immediately made it sound like a shriek of anguish because I knew it was supposed to be punishment, not pleasure.

Within a few years, whenever my parents were gone and an older sister was babysitting by letting me do whatever I wanted if I left her alone to talk on the phone with girlfriends or boyfriends, I said, “I have to go to the bathroom” and she probably said, “Whatever.”

And so off I went to my parents' bathroom--where the red bulb thing was hidden at the back of the big middle drawer. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I had the basic concept: Put water in the red bulb, put the nozzle in my bottom hole, squeeze to put the water in me, put myself on the toilet to expel, repeat until the babysitter pounds on the door and asks, “Hey, are you almost done in there?”

I eventually discovered the red bag with tubing and many other enema delights. My mom was definitely into enemas.

Since then, I’ve been giving myself enemas now for nigh on 60 years.

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