How did you feel when you discovered that an enema was erotic?

I've posted elsewhere about my earliest experiences with enemas. I experienced something that I've not seen any discussion about: feeling like I was some kind of freak, weird or otherwise abnormal.

When I was nearly 11 years old and very ill, my mom told me the doctor wanted her to give me an enema. I knew what an enema was and I was dreading it based on what I'd heard about them and the awful experience everyone seemed to describe. It turned out to be such a pleasant, comforting and erotic experience for me that I thought there must be something wrong with me. I kept this a closely guarded secret while I experimented with small enemas and reading everything I could find about enemas. When I finally had the privacy to give myself a "real" enema with a bag and hose around age 13 or 14, I had a spontaneous orgasm. Again, I wondered about my "normalcy" and was afraid of the ridicule I'd be subjected to if anyone ever found out.

Years later I broached the subject with a college girlfriend who liked anal play and anal sex. She was aghast and offended when I explained what an enema was in responded to her question, "What's an enema" after I asked her if she'd ever had one. That made me "gun shy" so I kept this interest to myself. In those days, there was precious little enema porn so I knew I wasn't alone, but definitely in a minority. A few years later I confided in my wife about my interest and she agreed to help me enemas but she wasn't interested in receiving. She did appreciate how aroused I was and what great sex we had with the additional arousal an enema provided. After we divorced, it wasn't until I talked with a therapist about my experience that I began to become more comfortable with this aspect of my sexuality. Sometime after that when I read about klismaphilia, I finally realized that if there was a name for this interest, there had to be many more like me.

I'm wondering how the early experiences were for others and how you perceived your "discovery" that enemas were erotic.

For me it was a gradual development. Started from a strange proceeding, but ending up a kind of wanted treatment. How? I think the involved nudity, the intimacy of the procedure and the stimulative effects together helped me discovering the erotic side of the enema.

I discovered it very early in life but I had no idea what I felt. I had trouble going poop as a kid until I was age 13. My parents and doctor tried everything to make me go. From strong laxatives put in a nice milk shake to trying a small bulb enema to which I was terrified of. To a suppository to finally a big enema with the bag and a tube and nozzle. It mostly was all traumatic for me. I had no idea what they were doing to me by sticking things in my most private of areas. I had doctors pressing on my belly area and even put his finger in my butt a few times. At a certin point I got numb from it being done to me so much. I started to stop fussing and crying. I even had to have a Barium enema xray done. I was given so many enemas to clean me out before the test I kind of expected everytime I went to a doctors office they would be sticking something in my butt again. It kind of became normal I guess. As all of this was going on I noticed as my butthole was being invaded I most times felt a tickle inside of me. It felt kind of good but I did not really know what to think about this feeling. I figured it had to be caused by the enema or having something put in my butthole. Being a very curious young guy when I was put down for a nap alone I played like I was being given an enema in my bed. I would raise my legs up and start poking around my bottom through my underwear. First with my fingers and then a crayon. I was rewarded by that same wonderful tickle down there. He he he..... I then dared to find my butthole and stuck the crayon in my bottom. It felt incredible as I moved it around in my butt. It felt like I could tickle myself inside. It got very intense. I remember it felt better and better. The tickle started to spread throughout my entire body. It was amazing. I naturally got hooked on this feeling I really have never looked back... LOL.....

When I was a very young child I suffered from anemia and the fix for it at that time was iron supplements… evidently they caused me to be constipated frequently. My mother helped me thru that by lovingly administering soap suds enemas with a small bulb syringe filling it from a sink full of sudsy Ivory soap solution. At age 5 or 6 I stopped getting the enemas. My anemia must have resolved therefore no need for enemas. Ah, but those enemas left an impression. I found anal stimulus felt good a can remember experimenting with slim smooth objects sliding them in and out of my little rosebud and just felt good.

Did I think I was weird enjoying this? I think more so I felt naughty.. a good kind of naughty.

At age 11, I was still very prepubescent when my cousin a year older than me introduced me to masturbation. It wasn’t long before I put two and two together and masturbated with my mom’s douche bulb with that thick long nozzle. The fireworks went off when that first orgasm with anal stimulation happened and I was hooked. I always wondered if other guys enjoyed it too. I didn’t find that out until the internet became available and my first search was the word “ENEMA”! So I’m 77 now and still enjoying this strange, fun, naughty proclivity that is so misunderstood by those that have never experienced the erotic pleasures of enemas.

The best word I can think of to describe my discovery of the eroticism of enemas is “shocked.” I’d used them for a couple decades as a completely neutral if helpful procedure, never getting turned on in the process.

After some years of escalating IBS attacks that were very painful and could basically take me out of commission, I found this board and read its advice and tried enemas with warmer water.

The first time it happened, I went from feeling very sick and in pain to feeling great and having an incredible orgasm within the span of about 10 minutes. It was surprising, weird, something I didn’t feel I could speak of to anyone, and yet very pleasant. And I was shocked again when it proved something I could replicate.

To this day, the enemas that deliver me from the greatest illness and discomfort read as sexiest, which doesn’t follow much logic that I can discern but does seem predictable. And during the time in my life when I had an adept and caring giver to administer to me, having IBS became frankly erotic, which I understand is just as weird as it sounds, yet I could crawl into his bed in the sorriest of shape and eventually leave feeling practically reborn.

As a pre teen, when I came very hard doing anal insertion, I thought there must be some connection since I'd been dimly aware of how turned on my mom had been while giving me her only enema,. Many years later, I still was terrified about enemas after that four-year-old experience. I soon discovered how importantly delightful it was to insert and then to fill my rectum using a found douche bulb. I was hooked. After many enemas of increasing size, I would just masturbate on the toilet. So prepared, though I was a little abashed at my colossal erections while filling my bags, I wasn't the least surprised when my girl cousin and I realized that if fucking was out, mutually pleasurable enemas must be in.