Did you ever ask your mom or administrator "how much water is in the enema"? Or ask someone about their enema.

I once asked mom "how much water is in the enema"? Without missing a beat she said "enough to get the job done".

And one time when most others in the house went shopping on a Saturday, Tess and I were treating each other to enemas I started her enema and asked her "do you feel it"? She snapped back "did you ever get an enema you didn't feel"?

There were many other comments and discussions with Tess and sometimes with our cousins, especially while playing Monopoly and the "water works" came up. And sometimes bragging about how big the enema was that they got, "it had to be a gallon"! Or "I had to hold it for an hour".

I miss those times on grandpap's farm in WV or after we moved to Philadelphia.

That's why I'm LostInThe50s!

Marty

I have ask several times of givers or nurses how much do I have to take? Usually the answer is only as much as you can handle. My mom once to le me that even a small enema may start a movement. That time she sudenly stopped pulled the nozzle and said "that should be enough". On exiting the bathroom she said "this process can be repeated". /well it was this time it was the whole bag.

I also had a nurse tell me one time when she was giving me an sse in the hospital with a full bucket that i didn't have to take the whole thing, she just filled it to get the flow right. In this case she only gave me 15oz and would not let me take anymore and told me to hold it for at least 10 minutes.

Each time I was getting an enema there were two times when I'd ask about "how much water?" After mom had filled the bag and hanging it I always wanted to know how much I'd be getting although it did not matter much because mom was always the judge of how much was enough. The second time I'd ask that question was after I'd been taking the enema for a couple of minutes and wanted to know how much was left. I suppose that didn't matter much either because mom was also the one who determined what I still needed to take.

Emom, that describes just the way things were with my mom. I could ask questions, complain, or try to get out of the enema but my mother knew what I needed and what she was going to do and there was no getting out of it until she was finished. She was in complete control and I must say she was always right even though I didn't think so at the time.

Janet S

My mom used to give me large enemas that caused me pain but I liked them. I always asked her to stop but she told me I needed more. I asked her every time. I know my mom had an enema fetish. I know she took them a lot too. I became addicted to the pain and excitement of the whole enema process. I know my mom didn’t mean to pass this fetish on to me but she did.

Today an enema is still so amazing to me. Psychologically and physically it is one of the most pleasurable sexual things that I

My enemas were all head down ass high in the air. I would turn and look to see a large red enema bag filled and bulging. Of course I would protest but I knew I was going to have to take the entire bag. Mom could sure make me cramp. I didn't like it then but I love large cramping enemas now.

@FeelsSoGood and Evolving: my mom didn't give me these kinds of enemas. My grandmother gave me one that had 4 quarts and she used the colon tube, but it didn't really hurt.

But, I gave myself plenty of enemas that I filled as high as I could, and took it as long as I could stand it. since then, I've had multiple partners who gave me very large, painful enemas, sometimes proceeded by a spanking.

You are the first people I have noticed to talked about being addicted to the pain. I am absolutely addicted to the pain. I really wanted it to really hurt. I have the all incredible endorphin reactions and nothing clears my head in my body like a large, painful enema.

I know that many people may be put off by this and it's understandable.

I really do think it's a bona fide addiction, but I can't see that it's doing me any harm because I'm not overdoing it and my doctor and psychiatrist both know about it.

@jpfamg I completely relate to you giving yourself and getting painful enemas. I really started doing my own enemas at 9 or 10. I loved the site of that bulging red enema bag and black douche nozzle. Inserting the nozzle and that initial rush of water made me feel very calm. After a while I would squeeze the bag until the cramps would start to hurt. I’d stop for a bit and keep squeezing and keep going until the pain was too much. I would do 2 of those enemas and afterwards I felt so euphoric.

Skipping ahead to 13 years old while preparing an enema my penis would get rock hard. I’d only had wet dreams up to that point. While taking the enema and of course making as painful as I could, I started to feel so amazing. I didn’t know at the time but it was sexual excitement. I started moving the nozzle around and I had an orgasm. I had no idea what had happened but the stimulation and the pain did the trick. I still only enjoy enemas that are painful. Very cathartic and I do like BDSM and pain. Especially a painful enema along with other aspects of domination and various methods for pain. To each his own. Just my thing.

Mom always gave me enemas with a bulb, which got bigger as I got older. I don't remember ever asking how many she was going to give me. For me, every single one was one too many. If I started to fidget or moan, the laconic remark always came: "One more." But there were always two, or sometimes three.

It's the same with my nurse. Ehen I say: "I think I'm full," she replies and adds: "Don't say anything. Two more won't hurt."

More on pain:

Did any of you watch the series on Netflix house of cards?

There's an episode where one of the White House officials, I think the chief of staff, admits to a friend that she is going in for a tattoo and she can't stop. She says she needs the pain to function.

I think an enema would be a better choice, but I completely can relate to her.

I think lots of people like the pain of an enema, but they don't identify it as such. Understandable. They just sort of lump it all together.

I saw a video on giving cane strokes and unfortunately, I can't remember where it was. It was linked to one of these sites.

It was a bunch of very ordinary people that could've been a neighborhood conference or something equally totally vanilla. There was a British woman giving instructions on how to administer cane strokes. She would bring people up to the front of the room, have them pull down there pants and underwear and would administer six strokes: three on each side.

Then she would administer more until they had enough. Then she interviewed them.

One of them was able to explain specifically what she was experiencing, and she said that she kept and asking for more strokes to prove to herself that she was able to take it. She saw it as a challenge and a victory when she was able to take the next set she also talked about the freedom and calmness that it provided.

The woman that was giving the strokes could have been a community Girl Scout volunteer or something. She looked totally normal, if you will, and there were no fetish or other sorts of people in the group.

I think if they were talking about enemas that it would've skewed a little differently, but as far as I'm concerned, there's the core of restorative pain that I have written of elsewhere here that I think is the most important element. I have read that cane strokes can deliver some of the same chemicals or endorphins, but they don't have the stretch hormones that are released by the gut. So I think enemas. are far stronger than just something causing pain

I'm really not preaching on the value of enemas. But I do want us to all understand that it's OK for us to like them and seek out the temporary pain that they can deliver..

I was an enema newbie when a home health nurse hung a full hospital disposable bag above my bed. I still remember what I said: “Do you have to put all that in me?”

Yes she did, even most of a second bag because I was so tied up. I was taking pain meds like candy, and luckily, this wonderful nurse, RN at 23 years old, just one year older, knew what to do.

Not just the bag that made me nervous, it was the length of the tube that she was going to put up my behind. I was sooo nervous, but after a second enema, it felt so good and I couldn’t wait to get another one.

I never, ever asked my mom any questions about the enemas that she gave me. In fact, I never mentioned enemas to her one time in my entire life. I've said this before on Zity, but I would rather die than have a conversation about enemas with her.

@allie80:

I would rather die than have a conversation about enemas with her.

It was until I was 20 years old and had been home for the holidays when it was the first time that my mom and ever I talked about enemas since I was growing up. As it turned out I was suffering from PMS between Christmas and New Years when I took a much needed enema. As usual I left it drying in the shower afterwards and it was discovered. Mom just wanted to know if I was OK and I explained that I took one each month. She understood and that was the end of the conversation.

Never really asked. Just received.

Enemas we’re kinda led up to in my household adventures starting at 7 my mom an sister witch was much older than me at 7 I was placed on my bed face down my sister would pull my pants down and take my temperature rectaly then they would determine that I had a fever and needed a pill a few hours after the pill I was put in a diaper because the pill was a laxative and made to go in the diaper this started the adventure I promise their is a lot more to come soon