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A long time ago when I was in my 20s I had moved out on my own and needed to purchase an enema bag. It was a small mom and pop pharmacy and an older woman (probably the owner) asked me if I needed help and I told her that I needed an enema bag. This was many years ago and there was a large selection of enema bags and bulb syringes.

She came from around the counter to help me. She asked if it was for me and I said yes. She showed me several and she finally took charge and recommended one and she actually described the enema bag as pretty. She asked if I knew how to use it, I did but acted like I wasn't sure and she proceeded to describe the process in great detail. Hearing this detailed description made me damp. Thinking back I wish that I would have asked more questions.

@Annab . More questions might have led to her offering a live demo.

@PinotNoir What was the venue of the theater he worked at? Intreresting prop!

My friend and his wife operated a local theater that specialized in off-beat, often adventurous, and always off-Broadway plays. They had a tiny budget and did a fair amount of black box theater, where the set consists of only what's necessary, like a chair and table for the character who's playing solitaire. Everything else is just black, left to the imagination.

@ddell2: There was a new douche on the market named Cupid's Quiver, which was not only scented but also flavored. Jeanie was checking out with a container of the aforementioned product and asked. “Does this really work?”

I recall that product from my college days when I had a girlfriend who tried it, the orange blossom as I recall. All I can say is that it smelled better than it tasted. As for smell, it seemed to be far more appealing than Massengill. Ever since those days even wintergreen Lifesavers are a bit of a turnoff.

I believe all of our rather large supply of enema equipment came from the Sears and Roebuck catalog. This thread caused me to remember an embarrassing situation when I was about 14 years of age. Our PE coach directed all the boys to buy an athletic supporter. The main supplier back the was the “Bike” brand. So shopping with my older sister, I found the correct size jock strap, and when I put it on the counter for the clerk, my sister spotted the brand name and said “you put that back right now! You don’t need anything else for your bicycle!” She was embarrassed as the nice lady clerk explained what that product was used for.

Once I was shopping for a travel kit. Our old one had bit the dust and I wanted something that was discreet for travel but sturdy enough to last. I did not see any on the drugstore shelf so I asked the clerk for assistance. She offered a two quart fountain syringe but that was too big for easy travel. Once I described the travel purpose, she offered a 4 in 1 kit. This was the blue pumpkin bag set with the "furry" coating on the bag. Useful as a hot water bottle or Ice pack and with the attachments, a douche or enema syringe. We had that one for many years until at last the hanging loop broke and finally the bag gave out. That was the only time I ever talked with anyone about a equipment purchase.

@vito_paster Back in the early 80s I was walking through town at lunch time. The local drugstore had one of those blue bags on display in the window. I saw the bag and had to have one. We used it for years, as both enema and Ice bag. When our first child was born. I used it for an enema for my wife for constapation issues after birth. And then many times filled it with ice to relieve her episiotomy repair swelling and pain. It lasted as you said untill the little ring broke then started leaking. Oh so fond memories 50 years ago.

Was in a local supermarket ages ago, a young girl seemed to be asking the pharmacist for something they couldnt or wouldnt supply, could only half the convo , maybe i should have asked if i could help ?

Many years/decades ago, I posted a story entitled "Many Shades of Red". I removed it due to the fact that some believed the characters were too young. In reality, the story was based on some actual events although it was intertwined with some fantastical follow up. I was 18 and still lived at home as I hadn't yet graduated from high school. My mom was giving my sister enemas as a prep for medical tests. I ran into the house and bathroom to pee when I observed the enema bag in the tub. It had obviously split and there was water on the floor between my sister's bedroom and the bathroom.

Mom couldn't interrupt me before I had finished in the bathroom. As was common, my sisters and I teased each other over enemas. Mom confronted me and handed me a 20 dollar bill with orders to go buy a new enema bag. I protested but was threatened with a loss of privileges if I didn't go right away. I was also reminded that I knew what to buy.

At the drug store, I was assisted by a classmate who worked for her dad, the pharmacist. We had quite the interaction and subsequent discussions. I dated her off and on until she went out of state to nursing school. While initially embarrassing me to no end, those enema related interactions were wonderful!

I'm quite big on humiliation, so do enjoy having to endure embarrassing interactions like this.

A dom guy I know recently sent me off to my local pharmacy with a list of questions to ask to ensure I was red faced and sweating throughout. The guy at the counter was about my age, which made the whole thing even more embarrassing. I had to enquire about enema products (knowing full well that, like most places here in the UK, they definitely didn't stock any). When he explained this I had to then ask whether he could suggest any alternatives. The answer was, of course, suppositories - which then resulted in an awkward conversation where I had to pretend I knew nothing about how they worked and so needed to ask for advice on how to use them, when to use them, how many to use etc etc. The exchange ended with me buying an excessive three boxes (another order from the dom deliberately designed to embarrass me) and enquiring whether he knew anywhere I could purchase a traditional enema kit. The whole thing probably lasted less than five minutes but was mortifyingly embarrassing, but it's such a horny memory to look back on.

I should point out, the guy working there wasn't even remotely phased. I guess they get asked all sorts of 'embarrassing' questions throughout the day. If anything he seemed to enjoy me squirming throughout. It probably made a nice change from dealing with grumpy old ladies.

I had an interesting encounter this morning. For background, I'm not at home, and usually remember to pack the bag and all the associated parts. This time I was in a rush and forgot to take the bag and hose out of the shower where I had left it to dry, but brought the rest of the stuff (soap, nozzles, etc). And I had tentatively arranged for an old girlfriend to drop by and administer several enemas. Long story short, finding an enema bag in a small town is very difficult these days, as others on here have noticed. All the local drug stores didn't have any in stock - three said they could get one overnight for me, but that wasn't going to work. Some of the clerks I spoke with on the phone expressed regrets and said it sounded like I needed it today!

Fortunately a Walgreens did have a few in stock, so I went to the store and pretended to not know exactly what I was looking for. A middle aged female clerk asked if I needed some help finding something, and I hesitantly said in a low voice that I needed a combination fountain syringe/hot water bottle. She said sure and led me to the digestive health section, where they typically aren't kept. Then she stated they were probably over by the feminine hygiene products. Of course, there they were, all three boxes. Now I'm not a fan of today's enema bags from the drug store - they are way overpriced for what you get and at least the Walgreen's version isn't even 2 quarts. But I thanked her and she asked if I needed anything else. I said I thought that would do and she went to the front of the store to the checkout counter.

At that point I figured why not see what else I can get her to do, so I walked up to the counter and said, again in a low voice, that I really didn't know what I was doing with it, but thought I was supposed to lube part of it before using it. She gave me a funny look and said I'd need to speak with someone in the pharmacy to get the right kind of lube. I thanked her again and headed off in that direction. I waited around a bit before grabbing a bottle of generic Astroglide, and headed to the checkout counter. She said I must have gotten what I needed and I mumbled an affirmative response. After I paid for it, she said "I hope you have a nice day", and at that I rolled my eyes and grimaced. She then said, "Or have a better day", and smiled.