Most embarrasing time concerning an enema

I was taking an enema lying on the bed in a hotel in Mexico when a maid walked in without knocking. She saw me and asked if I needed help after first being embarrassed herself. As I speak Spanish, I asked her if she knew anything about enemas and it turned out that she was a nursing student. She proceeded to give me a very sensual enema and asked if I would like to give her one. She had black hair and eyes and a beautiful brown body. Her pubic hair was very slightly trimmed and her beautiful puckered anus was waiting to be lubed. I dipped my finger in the Vaseline and slowly inserted it into her beautiful brown hole. Next I inserted the douche nozzle into it and started to fill her while she started getting wet and touching herself moaning with pleasure. She had filled my large enema bag almost full and made a very soapy enema. After a while the bag was empty and her distended belly was full. She was enjoying her cramps as she came ever closer to an orgasm. She let me accompany her to the bathroom and had a tremendous orgasm as she expelled the enema. She used the bidet to wash herself and we took a quick shower together as I gave her a rinse enema standing up. She invited me to her home after work. We spent several very pleasureable evenings giving each other enemas. She taught me some new recipes and we both had numerous eneorgasms. She had a wonderful technique to insert her finger and massage my prostate to ejaculation.

As a enemaphobic 9+ year old the most embarrassing moment of getting a constipation relief enema bag enema would be when my buttocks were slightly separated with the thumb and forefinger and the well lubed black enema nozzle fully inserted followed a few seconds later hearing the dreaded crisp sound of the metal hose clamp being “unclicked".

I lived in Durant, Oklahoma when I was 15. i lives in a bottom corner apartment and next to my apartment was a single nurse who was in her 30's. Raven black hair, 36C breasts, (i looked at her bra.) probably weighed 120 pounds. I had badly wanted her to give me an enema. One night when dad was at work I went next door and knocked. She let me in, and I told her I needed a favor. When she asked me what it was I said, “I haven't been able to poop and would she help me out. I told her we didn't have an enema. Could she please help me.” She asked me why I didn't ask my dad? I said he was away for work for the next few days, and also I didn't know how to do an enema. She smiled and said, “sure, cone to my bedroom.” She took me by the hand and led me to her room. “First I'm going to check your temperature. Take off all your clothes and lay down on your stomach." I obeyed and she sat down on the bed put my waist over her legs. “Okay, I'm a nurse and I can honestly tell you that rectally taken temperatures are the most accurate. I know this is embarrassing. But I am a professional, and I promise I won't hurt you.” I smiled and lightly chuckled. I told her thank you. I trust you. You can go ahead and take my temperature." She laughed and said, “I already have. I distracted you by talking to you, that you didnt feel me inserting you. This kept you relaxed.” I was thinking WOW! she is good. She held up the slightly poop encrusted thermometer and said “99.3 ° were gonna get you fixed up. First I'm going to insert a suppository. Do you know what a suppository is?" I said, “no.” Even though I did. She responded, “this ( holding a suppository in front of my eyes) is inserted in your rectum and your body heat melts it. When it melts it causes water to be pulled into you're intestines and helps soften up the poop. Now i think you are very constipated, so I am going to insert two suppositories instead of the recommended one. it will be very uncomfortable, but i need you to hold it for as long as you can before you go to the toilet.” I said “okay.” She said, “I'm going to lubricate my finger and insert it into you to make it more confortable. you can feel my finger i will insert it on three. Ready, one, two, three.” I gasped, “oh my god!” Ohhhh, she gave me a major erection. She chuckled, and said "hmmmmmm." She wiggled her finger around. After removing her finger, she started inserting the suppositories. I lay there as the glycerin melted and attempted its medicinal work on me. We sat/lay there just talking. She finallu said, “okay, ten minutes are up. Go try to poop. And don't flush or I will have to give you an enema.” I released the suppositories and did my best to just let a little poop out. I let out a little bit more poop than I wanted, but after fighting the urge to poop that the suppositories were causing on me was not easy. After 15 minutes she came in to inspect. Shaking her head, she said, “an enema it is.” I think she misread my look of discomfort for fighting the suppositories for a look of constipated discomfort. she said, “It'll be all right. I will get you cleaned out and feeling better.” She reached intl the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a Davol enema bag. I played dumb and asked her if that was an enema? She started explaining about the enema and the differences between a bag and bulb enema. I told her i thought there were only the bulbs for babies and those squeeze ones that came in a green box for big kids and adults. She was trying to explain all this like an older friend talking to a young friend. She was trying to put it in terms a kid could understand while talking to me like an adult. She knew how to talk to me on my level but at the same time bring me up to her level. she prepared the enema and came back to her bedroom. I was laying down on my left side on a towel. she walked me through the steps as with the suppositories. “I will lubricate your insides again with my finger. Afterwards I will insert this inside you (showing me the nozzle), i will need you to hold it in place so it doesnt slide out. I will hand the bag on the enema hook that I have on the wall here. I will start it out slowly, I will massage your belly to help.move the enema around inside you and break up the fecal matter. If you feel cramps or need me to temporarily stop the enema just let me know. Now here we go.”

I lay there in her bed, the enema slowly filling me up, her massaging my belly. by the time the night was over, she had given me 3 enemas. I began to think about what could happen as I expelled. I really hoped she wouldn't tell my dad. Of course, if she did, I could just use the excuse that I needed to poop, I couldn't poop. We had no enema equipment in our house and our neighbor was a medical professional. But, for the week after, I was 'sweating (proverbial) bullets. But i got lucky and she never told dad.

I suffered badly from constipation which was usually relieved by laxatives but if they failed my mother would administer a follow up enema.

On this occasion I was in the bathroom laying on a towel with the enema bag hanging on the back of the door. Our next door neighbor and her son who was a classmate came to visit and called out to my mother. My mother replied “In the bathroom Don't come in” but they must have heard only the “Come in”. My mother had just parted my buttocks and was about to insert the nozzle when the door opened nearly pulling the hose from my mothers hands and I looked over my shoulder to see them staring at me. There was embarrassment all round.

I hope this is where we are supposed to post our most embarrassing enema. You might not think my experience was all that embarrassing, but it was for me. I know this happened in 1950 because I had my ninth birthday on the train on our way back to California from Texas. So I know this all happened while I was still eight, and while we were staying at my favorite boy cousin’s house in Slaton, Texas.

The day we arrived we all went on a family reunion picnic. I can remember eating a lot of watermelon at the picnic, and thought that was what made me feel sick that following day. In fact, because of that I didn’t eat watermelon for two or three years after that, just in case. But whatever had caused me to get sick my mother decided a nice hot soapy enema would do me some good. Of course, because my mother had packed light for our train trip she had to borrow my aunt’s, her sister’s, enema bag. I remember not wanting to take an enema from a strange bag, or in a strange bathroom for that matter, but of course I wasn’t given a choice.

So my mother escorted me into my aunt’s bathroom and stripped me totally naked. Then I had to just stand there and watch while she prepared my enema. When all was done my aunt’s big bulging red rubber bag was hanging from a hook on the wall, and I was made to lean over a towel that had been placed over the edge of my aunt’s claw footed bathtub while my mother sat on the closed toilet lid for her comfort and convenience. Then my anus and rectum were lubed, and not just on the outside, but deep inside by my mother’s fully inserted finger. That always humbled me and made my penis feel real funny, but I was used to that because that was how my mother always prepared me for my enemas. But because of the huge oddly shaped enema bag and the unfamiliar surroundings, it all added up to be quite threatening.

Then came the nozzle. It was both bigger around and longer than what I was used to. My cousin was always bragging that things were bigger and better in Texas, and that nozzle caused me believe him when it was twisted up my butt. It felt so big in my rectum that I couldn’t help but wonder how many times that very nozzle had been up my cousin’s butt. I don’t think I had any kind of boy crush on him, but he did have a real cute fanny that I couldn’t stop thinking about all the time my mother kept working that huge bulbous nozzle in my rectum as it squirted warm soapy water up my behind.

Then, just as I was beginning to feel full, the bathroom door suddenly swung open and my uncle stuck his head in. I can’t remember what he and my mother talked about, but I do remember that his eyes were all but glued to my naked fanny as my mother continued to work that big enema nozzle around in my fully distended rectum. I wanted to tell my mother to stop the enema because I was too full. But because I also didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that I was being given an enema right before my uncle’s eyes, I kept my mouth shut while the hot soapy water just kept coming and coming.

Only after I felt as if I might pop did I scream out for my mother to stop my enema. By that time, even though I was still bent over the edge of the bathtub I was wiggling my fanny and doing a little enema urgency dance right in front of my uncle while trying with all of my might to hold my enema in. That’s when my uncle said, “You better not let any of that leak on my bathroom floor or I’ll paddle your canoe!” And then he finally pulled his head back and close the door.

My mother shut the flow off, withdrew that big nozzle, and then took me in her lap where she held cuddled me while I held my enema. I don’t remember for sure if she stuck her finger back up my butt to help me hold my enema, but that wouldn’t have surprised me as that was something she often did. Either way that was my most embarrassing enema even though I didn’t get my uncle’s little “paddle my canoe” joke until my cousin explained it to me the next day.

I admitted to my BF that I thought his father was a Fox and that I had fantasies about him giving me an enema. My BF and his father are close and talk a lot. Now when ever I am with my BF's father, especially if we are alone, I am very embarrassed and wonder if he knows about my thoughts. To be honest I find the embarrassment very exciting - BUT, OMG!- I would be terribly humiliated if he actually knew! Actually just being on Zity is embarrassing but I keep coming back - LOL - each time I talk about my secrets on Zity it sort of takes me back to the same embarrassment I felt when my father actually did give me an enema!

During a session with a really attractive Dom, She had just finished giving me an enema and spanking. After making me hold it for a bit, she let me off her lap and to the bathroom. While I was seated on the pot, I realized I had dropped a towel on the floor and I was getting a chill. I clenched and reached forward to the edge of the tub to get another towel when one of my powerful allergy sneezes hit me. You know, the type that come on fast and you sneeze so hard your eyes can become instantly bloodshot. Well, you guessed it, about a quart of brown water came out and basically sprayed the toilet, floor and part of the wall which was tiled about half up. I almost died. Her bathroom was a spotless white tile and now there was brown water all over it. I used the towel and two others to clean up the mess then rinsed out the towels in the tub. Then on hands and knees explained what happened. She was laughing so hard she could hardly swing the paddle….

Alright, here I am, ready to contribute to this thread with the most embarrassing enema experience I’ve ever had.

For context: I was using one of those rubber bulb models with a removable nozzle.

I carefully prepared a soothing mix: chamomile, mallow, baking soda, olive oil… basically a spa treatment for my irritated gut.

First attempt: as I pressed the bulb, the nozzle slipped straight inside the rubber pear. Cue me emptying the liquid, fishing out the nozzle, and starting over.

Second attempt looked promising… until I pulled the bulb out and the nozzle detached again, acting like a perfect “channel” for the liquid to gush out uncontrollably. Result: bathroom floor, completely baptized.

But I persevered. With what was left, I tried a third time. This time, my mistake: I injected more air than liquid. The reward? Horrible cramps.

I was pretty embarrassed when I got a barium enema in my early twenties. A male nurse administered it but the female x-ray technician was right there watching.

Very early in our relationship first time at the time my girlfriend now wife sat with me with my first Enema together she noted as the enema was flowing into me I got very aroused and hard ,,she noticed and made a comment Enemas get you hard ? You like enemas? I used the larger feminine douche nozzle she asked me why am I using the douche nozzle? My reply was the larger tip helps stay inside me . I was so nervous she would get turned off or upset but she really didn’t just had lots of questions which made me embarrassed.

She knew I liked enemas from the start.

There were a few instances where I was a little embarrassed. The first was when my mom found my enema bag and it wasn't long after I got it. I kept it hidden in my closet on a hanger with a jacket over it. I guess she was putting clothes away and discovered my new purchase. I found it uncovered hanging open in the closet with a note on my nightstand that the bag needs to dry in the open and not stuffed inside a jacket. She never said anything further about it to me, but I could tell she gossiped to my older sister. They were both kind of awkward for awhile.

The good part of it was I didn't feel like I needed to hide anymore. I didn't discuss it with them, but my taking enemas was clearly out, especially since they gossiped. I did keep my bag hanging in the closet out of sight. I no longer waited to be alone in the house to do a session. The more I thought about it, the more glad I was and a little resentful that I felt the need to hide this about myself. Both of them took enemas all the time and would occasionally douche. They really didn't hide that at all.