Were you introduced to enemas by a lover or have you introduced a lover to them?

One of the ladies here is in a stable and loving relationship and wants to tell him about her interest, but she's afraid of scaring him, freaking him out and destroying the relationship. She could use your advice on how to go about explaining it to him. Please share your story and advice about how to go about this delicate issue without harminer her relationship.

If you were introduced to enemas by a lover, how did they go about telling you of their interest? What did you think when they told you? Were you relpused, hesitant, anxious, scared, excited, relieved, etc.? Is it something you had thought about before they mentioned it or was it something brand new to you? How did they explain it to you and how did they educate you about enemas. How did they initiate enema play with you? What was your first time like? How did you feel about it after you tried it? What would you have preferred your partner would have done differently to introduce enemas to you and what advice would you give to someone who would like to tell their partner today?

I had often wanted to find another female who was interested in enemas. Up until then only my Mom or a nurse had ever given me an enema. Since I feared the subject could have runied a good friendship I decided to leave out a paper on 'How to Enema' where my friend would see it. She did and I found out she was interested also. Now we live together. Although my situation was girl to girl I think the same idea could apply in mixed gender situations also. At least you can find out if the other person has any interest with small risk.

I had success with the old medical need excuse. I was very bloated and constipated and when concern was expressed by my so, I suggested that an enema might be the best remedy. I mentioned that my mom had used them for such situations and they had worked for me when younger.

The process was gradual after I was given that first enema which I had to coach my so through. Enemas became more frequent and the sensual effects became more obvious. I made sure she knew how good I felt after she gave me an enema and my performance afterward was noticed.

Eventually, some minor resentment developed because I enjoyed the enemas so much. Enema use was scaled back to medical need only for quite some time. With age, that medical need included some prostate stimulation for performance sake. This has been acceptable without the negative feelings. Some balancing is likely necessary.

I haven't been able to totally come clean regarding enemas but the progression over the years has been good. A female can likely keep enema/douche equipment without alarming their so. A male has only one reason to have an enema bag around. I suspect that a gradual approach may be the best way to go if there is concern about an extreme reaction. I can now self administer without the fear of alarming my so.

I was always into enemas, especially after the early teens, but never really introduced any GF to them. However, when I got my own apartment, I always left the enema equipment out, hanging on the bathroom door, supposedly to dry, hoping a visitor would take the hint. Several visitors asked why I left the stuff out, I said i was "having a problem," and that pretty much ended the conversation.

One friend said she was really into enemas and asked if I was ready ... we had a great relationship for a couple year until she went to college out east.

I sort of ran out of enema partners after that.

A couple years ago, while having a morning coffee break with an associate, she was obvious uncomfortable and I boldly asked if she was ill and might need a ride home.

She very hestitantly said no. I had a feeling it might be that time of the month and mention how my wife often gets quite tense.

She said it wasn't that.

"boundup" I said as a joke.

"Yes. But I can't take a laxative because I've got a concert to go to and don't want to have to leave the concert if the laxative begins working. I guess I'll just take one when I get home at night."

"Ever tried enemas," I said, getting even more bolder.

She said she hadn't, although she had both an enema bag (hot water bag) and a douche bulb at home. She hated enemas because of experiences with her mom.

"Maybe you need a better instructor," I said, hoping this was an opportunity.

"I don't know."

"But if you take one good soapy enema and a couple rinse enemas, you could go to the concert without any discomfort," I said, almost pleading for her to ask.

"You think so. I don't know," she said.

"Do I have to take you home, give you an enema, just so you can get over this and be ready for tonight," I said. "I'm only scheduled to work until noon today because I'm scheduled for saturday. You could take the afternoon off, take sick time."

Not necessary, she said, because she was scheduled to work only a half day because she had to work friday night.

"Okay, settled. I'll meet you at your place about 1 p.m."

When I got there, she had already gotten out of her clothes and was in a robe. She called for me to come in ...the door was not locked.

I suggested about a one-quart soapy enema to get started, followed by a two-quart soapy one, then rinse enemas until there was a clear return.

I mixed up the first enema in a quart jar in the kitchen, poured it into the bag and then asked where she wanted to take it.

She walked to the bathroom, hung the robe on the door, then realized that there was no where to hang the bag. She took the robe back to the kitchen and returned, prepared for her enema.

She bent over, put her hands on the edge of the bathtub, spread her legs and asked "Is this okay?"

I spread her cheeks, dabbed petroleum jelly on and in her anus and attually felt the hard deposit in her colon.

"You really need an enema," I said. She agreed as a gently pushed the small tube in a couple inches, opened the valve and controlled the flow by pinching the hose. I told her if she felt cramping to say so.

I pinched the hose off a couple times, emptying the bag in a very slow three minutes, then told her to hold it as long as she could. She lasted about a minute and I heard her expelling as I was refilling the bag in the kitchen.

I didn't rush her and let her come into the kitchen when she was ready. She thought she had expelled everything was backed up, but I suggested that was probably only the beginning.

Back in the bathroom, she wondered if laying on the floor, on her back, might be easier. I said anyway you want is okay, and if that wasn't working, she could change positions anytime.

I was really turned on, seeing her there, exposing all her womanhood, then drawing her legs up and waiting for the insertion of the tube. The second enema went in quit quickly. She took the full two quarts about the same time as the first enema, then sat on the vanity chair, letting the enema work before she finally said she couldn't hold it anymore.

"While you go, I'll fix the rinse enema," I said.

I filled the bag directly from the tap and waited in the kitchen for her to complete her job in privacy, as much privacy as you can have with the bathroom door open and a conversation going on all during this time.

After about five minutes, she came out and commented that both enemas felt good and were much more comfortable than the ones her mother gave her.

"I'm ready for the rinse," she said. "Are you ready for your turn after that"

"But I don't need an enema. You were the one that was sick," I said.

"Who said anything about being sick. This has actually been fun. Would you like to share the enjoyment?"

"I told her that I actually enjoyed enemas and was so glad she was too and that I would enjoy her giving me one or two or whatever."

It was only about 2 p.m. when I gave her the first rinse enema. As I was giving it to her, she said I could leave my clothes in her bedroom.

After she had taken a second cleaning enema, she returned the favor, giving me two very nice enemas, followed by a cleansing enema with some petting and stroking as she administered it.

We had a great afternoon until she suggested that maybe I should leave about 4:30 because the person who was taking her to the concert would come about six.

"So you're feeling better," I asked, getting an obvious nod of agreement. "This has been great for me too. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

I was hoping you'd say that," she said. "Let's not set a date ... just do it when we feel like doing it."

It began a most wonderful relationship which we both totally enjoyed because of our company and extracurricular activities.

Sounds like a very HOT acount, Mr.Laker 😉

Laker be honest Is that a true story or fantasy??

I introduced 2 gals to rectal temps. and enemas back in high school. Both were heavy-set and didn't have boyfriends. One of them sat next to me on the bus home. We'd talk about some fairly "interesting" subjects (sex and playing doctor). When her folks were gone one October weekend, I went to her place. She and I talked for a bit, and then she asked me to follow her to her bedroom. I produced a plastic tube containing a rectal thermometer and a red rubber (hot water) bag with a length of hose, a clamp, and a vaginal douche nozzle attached. She just smiled and undressed. She laid upon her bed in the prone position as I shook down the thermometer. I parted her very big and lovely buttocks and lubed her anus. I inserted my right index finger slowly into her rectum. Initally, she fliched and settled. I lubed and slipped the thermometer into her rectum. I went into her bathroom and filled the bag with 2 quarts of warm water from the sink's tap. After 3 enemas, my gal flashed me a very satisfied smile. That all led to our very first encounter with anal sex. 15 years later, when I became involved with medfet, I received a phone call from my presumably long-lost girlfriend/enemate. Well, needless to say, it was like old times :-)!

Yes I was introduced by a older lover. She inticed me by saying that if I am into kinky type sex acts this would be a satisfying process. I tried it and it was. The other reason I tried this was the thought that we could have satisfying anal sex without the fear of fetal matter and make this experience that much more enjoyable.

Reply to EZ

Sorry for not responding earlier ... been away for quite a while ... personal things, etc.

No fantasy on this one. I always kept my enema bag hanging out in my apartment and it resulted in more than a few comments and more than one pleasant occasion over the years. But the one I related in the story was truely the best. And yes, we did have a few more sessions, but none was as great as the first because it was so spontaneous.

I was introduced to enemas by a well shaped woman living next door.She seduced me and was an incredible experience.She asked me give her an enema: I was astonished becase I was 18 years old and I was virgin.She take off her skirt down and then her panties.The bag was hanging and full. I was paralized, but she said "Put that nozzle in my butt and release the clamp".I did and the water slowly ran into her bowels.When the bag was empty she run in the bathroom and drained the water. After she went close to me and gave my very first blowjob of my life.

An intersting story i guess the real message here is you should always make sure your enema equipment can easily be found by any casual visitors to your apartment then see what reaction it draws.

Its is an interesting idea i may try😃

No.. i am introduced to enema.. by net fd. and play several time.. but now we have not any contract

I found that the easiest route toward bringing everything onto the table was simply to throw open the doors of the play cabinet and let her peer inside. This is the jump-into-the-pool-without-checking method, and I realize that most (including myself) are typically wary of this-but it worked out quite well. It was early enough on in the relationship that it did not come across as though I had tried to hide anything, and she was made very curious by what she discovered.

As far as enemas specifically, it was my fortune that she was very fixated on just about anything anal. After I explained them to her she was willing to pursue them further, to the point where she would play/practice them when I wasn't around.

Not so sure if this proves helpful, as it could be a unique case of a good coincidence, but if there is something there gnawing at the walls-it's best to toss it out into the open. It will eventually surface, and the longer she waits the more it will appear to have been a kept secret. And if she does manage to keep it through the duration of her relationship to him, then it may be her loss to ignore that part of herself.

I have introduced lovers to enemas

Guess you could say I have had it both ways. I was introduced to enemas by my mother and a nurse/friend of hers. And I have taken that education and introduced several other females to to joys of erotic enemass, over the years.

I have introduced two lovers to enemas.

I just had lunch with a friend and neighbor of more than 20 years, who told me a story that points out that even in today's society with the internet and generally more tolerance to those not like us, if you like enemas as a hobby you will probably be labeled a pervert. Introducing someone to recreational enemas does not guarantee acceptance.

My neighbor is a widow who's husband died young some years ago. For years she said she was not interested in dating, but a year ago she started, and this past winter announced to me she asked "Bill" to move in with her. "Bill had been single for many years also. They were together for 4 or 5 months and then I did not see him around anymore. I did not ask, but today over lunch she told me she sent him packing. She could no longer put up with his idiosynchracies. She is a morning person, up by 6 no matter what day or the weather. Bill would read or watch TV till 3 or 4am, then sleep till noon. It drove her nuts.

Then she floored me by telling me that although sex for the first time in 10 years made her feel like a teenager again, Bill was "wierd'. She told me that she didn't consider herself a prude, and over the years she did a lot of things that she was not particularly proud of, but when Bill wanted to give her an enema, it was time for him to move on!

She said she had noticed he had an enema bag when he moved in, but thought nothing of it because some people have medical issues. Then one cool and rainy afternoon, they were bored, he said, "Lets have some fun." and they headed to the bedroom. At some point he got out of bed and returned with his enema bag and announced she was getting an enema. She said she told him no way and he said that was OK but she was going to give him one anyway. She said she reluctantly gave him his "damn" enema and at that point decided it was time for him to go, and now he is gone.

We are not all the same with attitudes and opinions of this sort of thing, so I read with interest when somebody suggests that if you just get him or her in the right mood, she will love it. Not always true.

Intersting story Cheryl77177. I can't imagine trying to break someone into the enema scene like this guy Bill did. As we all know, not everyone is into enemas like the folks on this website, and to simply spring it on someone like this, probably is a receipe for disaster. Aparently your friend didn't know Bill all that well before she let him move in. I brought up my enjoyment of enemas with a couple GF's in the past, and also with my wife before we were married.......but I felt very comfortable with the relationships before I did, and the reaction I received at the time wasn't negative at all. Considering Bill's approach, perhaps she was justified in her reaction. Anything that is perhaps not exactly the "norm" when it comes to sex, should be discussed and agreed upon by both parties before it is simply demanded by one during the "heat of passion" so to speak. When it comes to enemas, anal sex, BDSM, and whatever, one must know their partner pretty well before springing this on them.....or be willing to pay the consequences.....whatever they may be. Sounds like your friend and Bill didn't really know each other all that well before they decided to move in together.

My spouse always asked me to share everything with her. When she asked during a love making session what I would like, I proclaimed an enema. She said OK and returned the next day with a combo bag from the drug store. It was hot stuff at first, but she grew tired after a short time. It was a good time while it lasted...