Which came first: Enjoyment of anal stimulation or enemas?

One led to the other😉I learned to enjoy anal play but didn’t like “feeling dirty” so a series of enemas made the “runway” clear for landing😝😜😍🥰

Anal stimulation

It's difficult to say what came first. I remember as a little girl, sticking my finger in my butt while in the bathtub (making sure it was clean?) and wondering why that felt so good. And after seeing my aunt do a rectal temp on my baby cousin I wondered how that felt since I had already been switched to oral, so when I got home I went to my room and peeled off the paper from a crayon and "took my temperature". It felt good. And later I remember sliding other items in there and liking the feeling.

I also got small enemas with the bulb from as early as I can remember. Mom would sort of apologize saying I might not want an enema but I would feel better after, and I did. And after my sister and I were playing with the bulb in the bathtub and ended up giving each other small enemas, I realized that I actually liked getting an enema. And I soon was giving myself enemas just for fun.

I think experiencing the enjoyment of anal stimulation and enemas arrived about the same time for me. The ritual of mom's frequent childhood bulb syringe enema sessions started it all. And being told how good it feels to be cleaned out while the soapy water was being sprayed into me probably helped.

I find it hard to separate the two. They seem totally linked and I enjoy them both

I really cannot say. I have enjoyed both since a young child. I remember taking my rectal temperature, inserting my finger and other objects into me and taking enemas since maybe 8 or 9 years old. Always enjoyed getting some alone time so I could enjoy!

Anal stimulation came first, then use of small volume enemas. I don't get much stimulation from small volume enemas. Just a good bottom end cleansing for clean anal activities.

Anal stimulation and all things bum way before enemas.

First there was probably an enema.

Anal stimulation appeared in adulthood, when I was already married, and the opportunity to buy toys appeared. And playing with my wife's ass really gave me energy.

TLDR: Received unliked enemas then enjoyed other forms of anal stimulation then enjoyed enemas.

I HATED the first enema or two I received as a very young child, even more than I hated receiving rectal thermometers. I remember vividly, though I could not have been much more than two years old, dreading doctor visits because they'd always take my temperature in the "baby way". HATED it.

But then I remember the first enema I didn't hate, when I was probably 3 or so. It was probably the last enema I received as a child from someone else. Thats not to say I enjoyed it - more like I dreaded it when Mom told me I needed one, but unlike prior enemas when I'd been forced, held down, etc., this time she calmed me down, talked me into cooperating, and soothed me as it happened. And I had to admit I felt better afterwards. A rectal temp received from Mom was less traumatic as well. So the last enema and rectal temp were more a matter of being less traumatic than previous experiences than they were a matter of budding erotic interest - at least consciously.

But a seed must have been planted. It was only a few years later that I started, as the say, "exploring my body". At some point - pretty early on - this involved giving rectal thermometers, enema nozzles and douche nozzles (which I thought at the time were just adult enema nozzles) another go. Shortly thereafter I was routinely giving myself enemas in the rare instances when I had the house to myself for a while.

I was also learning to masturbate, but initially that was a separate thing. However, not too long after I first experienced orgasm, I quickly added anal stimulation to that process. The blunt end of ballpoint pens felt good and were inconspicuous on my nightstand, so that was my go to, but when I had the privacy, thermometers and nozzles got their turn.

Pretty soon I added actual enemas when possible, and that combination sent me over the moon. I lost interest in rectal thermometers, however. I wouldn't say no if offered, but I never find myself thinking about them or incorporating them in sex play.

Definitely Enemas! I remember my first SSE over my mom's lap in the bathroom. She used a big red enema bag with a red hose and an ivory color enema nozzle.. I was too young to really understand all of the sensations involving an enema. I kicked and struggled trying to extract the nozzle. The red bag was placed on a silver hook mounted on the wall by the window. It seemed to have been placed there just for this purpose.

I felt the tickling sensation of the soapsuds enema gushing inside my anus. It actually felt good but I was so embarrassed and humiliated that I struggled in her grasp. The bag was almost empty when she snapped the metal clamp closed. I was right next to the toilet so she slid me off her lap and onto the seat. The expulsion felt good as I released everything that had been causing my constipation!

The final embarrassment was that she hung the cleaned bag back up on the hook. This was the hall bathroom and everyone would see it!

She left spare nozzles in the medicine cabinet for some reason. Anyways, I later played with them when I still took baths. I remember experimenting with inserting them. I remember when I worked up the courage to try inserting the douche nozzle. It really surprised me how it just popped in! I was getting big erections by this time and sliding the douche nozzle back and forth was incredible!

I received a couple more bag enemas from mom, but I didn't put up too much fuss. When I was 13 and 14 she started using the fleet enemas. I guess they were much more convenient. When I was 14 I saved one from the trash can. In fact, I remember saving two of them. I kept them so clean they were virtually sterile. I also found a good place to hide them!

I had switched to showers by this time, but still took a bath from time to time. I experimented with giving myself enemas by filling and refilling the fleet bottle with soapy bath water. I discovered that if I placed the tip of the nozzle firmly against my anal opening and squeezed hard, it would flow in under pressure producing amazing erotic sensations! I think I got 8 or 9 bottles inside me before I got out of the tub and got on the toilet, all wet and slippery. I was rock hard and began to instinctively stroke it while I released the enema. I had already had my first wet dreams and had experimented with jacking off. This time was very different! I was slippery wet with soapy water, I was very stimulated by the expelling enema, and my cock was so hard that it hurt! After just a few strokes I had the biggest orgasm of life, at age 14. The cum shot straight up in several mighty spurts! I remember feeling so light headed and spent. I seriously thought I had hurt myself. After a few minutes I calmed down and realized that I was fine. After using a good portion of the toilet paper roll cleaning up, I wrapped up my bath and got dressed.

Needless to say I was hooked. I'd become a lover of enemas, anal stimulation, and sex of course. I remember worrying that I was weird or some kind of freak. Thank God my older brother let me see his Penthouse magazine. Someone wrote a letter that described how his girlfriend often gave him enemas to spice up their sex life! I remember getting a boner while reading it. There was at least one other letter that described something similar. WHEW! I felt like a big weight had been taken off of me! I wasn't alone, and there was nothing wrong with me! It was such a wonderful feeling!