Tell Your Enema Fantasy

I'd like to be on a gurney, surrounded by four female nurses. One of them has a full enema bag, while the others are just there for assistance. I am wearing a business suit and have just come from the office, where I have been told that I require a physical. When I arrive at the clinic, I am told to get on the gurney and relax. One of the nurses pulls up my pant legs, and secures restraints around my lower shins. The other places me in restraints around my wrists. When I am completely restrained, one of the nurses takes surgical shears, and slices open the seat of my pants and underwear, revealing my ass and anus. The nurses lubricate my anus, and insert the tube from the enema bag. Then while I am filling up, the nurses cut my business suit, from my pants, socks, underwear, suit jacket, and shirt, leaving me in the nude. Then, after my enema, I am bathed by the nurses.

My Fantasy is Being Prepped for Surgery and having to get enemas as part of it! lying on the gurney strapped and recieveing enemas before other treatments!

I have ALWAYS dreamed of recieving an enema from two very dominant women, restrained and spanked until I finish a very full 3 quart bag as they command me to be a good boy or else. Ive lived so many of my fantasies, but this is one that always eludes me!

Before I write this, I want it clearly understood, that I never in my entire life had even a remotely sexual thought about my Mother. Nor am I likely to enter into discussions of any such activites in the lives of real children.

I am sent home from School. I had been sent to the shool Nurse's office, because My teacher, Mrs. Martin heard me vomiting in the boy's rest room. The Nurse checked my temperature orally, and then after I left to go home, she called my Mother. I arrive home to be with my very oldfashioned, and indeed older Mom. I am a a very small 14 year old boy.

"Mom" is seated on a chair by the dining table. Her voice is gentle, soft, and empathetic. I stand in front of "Mom" and she says. The Nurse said you did have a fever of 101.1 orally taken?" "Yes Ma'am." She is unbuttoning my pants, then taking them, and my shorts to my knees, "Ok Walter, you know how I check your temperature." I merely nod, noticing her shaking down the old rectal thermometer, then lubing it, while I position myself over her lap.

Ok that's the fantasy for now.

My fantasy would be to have a dedicated enema room. Tiled, well lit, with a table/bench for the enema receiver, an IV stand for the bag, all the equipment on display, and with an adjoining bathroom.

My fantasy is to have the visiting nurse come to my house for her monthly visit. After hearing of my stomach pains, she thinks I might be constipated, so she has me remove my trousers and lay on my bed. Then she probes my stomach with her fingers and says she feels a lot of hardness, so I need to get an enema. Then she goes into the bathroom and I can hear the water running. When she comes back, she has an enema bag and syringe filled up, and she makes me roll over on my tummy. Then she pulls my undershorts down over my ankles and proceeds to give me the enema. When she is finished she says that next month I will have to get another enema if she feels I need one.

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My hospital fantasy is have my young nurse tell me in the afternoon that she is going to come back before I go to sleep that night and give me an enema. So here I am fantasizing the rest of the day how good it is going to be. Then that evening she comes back, not alone, but with another young nurse and the enema equipment. And she says I am going to get an enema I will never forget. And she gives me my enema, while the other is massaging my penis and balls.

"My fantasy is about to be tied to table, cant move. I am forced to take enema a keep it for long time."

I am sure someone would love and will do that to you 😜

I often fantasize that while brushing my teeth over the sink that my wife will come up behind me and start rubbing my back and my butt, and then ask me if I'd like my "fanatsy", which is a nice warm soapy enemy. I of course say "yes. I'd love it", and she tells me to stay in this position while she fixes the bag with a nice warm enema, and proceeds to lubricate my waiting ass, and slides the well lubed retention nozzles in, while I'm still bent over the sink, and proceeds to fill me up with a warm soapy enema. Yup, I could really enjoy that fantasy, and think about it often. I hint, but it hasn't happened yet.

The same as healthymale6446 but adding she will stroke my member and/or give me a fellatio , this to induce the waves of my back , water going deeper and deeper at each wave of pleasure of my body . This is a way to avoid cramps .

A hot , deep masterbation when filled is incedible .

Also fantasying about her with a strapon or a feeldoe doing me , massaging me at the same time , and spurting loads and loads of Fleet when I am coming .

Receiving: I am in kneeling position on the bed, and two

ladies are around me. One is lying on the bed so, that she sucks me. The other

stands at the edge of the bed, and gives me an enema. She uses a red rubber bulb douche, with thick black tube. She inserts me the tube repeatedly with hard movement, then inject the water into me.

[color=#000000][b]Giving:[/b][/color] two girls again. One is lying her back, her legs up, kept firmly by the other girl.

First I finger her anus deeply by lubricated fingers, perhaps a suppo is

pushed, after enema is given despite her dislike and protest.

My fantasy is that just as I am taken to the exam room at the doctor's office, I am offered something to drink and innocently take it without thinking about it at all. I wake up, completely undressed and restrained to an exam table with my feet tied to the stirrups and my hands also tied as a beautiful black nurse smiles and says....good, you're finally awake." She pulls on rubber gloves as I ask what happened and she just tells me that my wife made arrangements for a "complete" exam......as another nurse comes in carrying a four quart filled enema bag with a penis nozzle attached, and she is also wearing a strapon dildo. The black nurse removes her uniform and her bra and leaves only white shiny stockings, a garter belt and high heels, as she begins spreading my cheeks and works KY into my ass. She reaches for the penis nozzle and quickly inserts it as I let out a groan, and the other nurse quickly fastens a cock ring around my hard penis. They both stand back and grin as the black nurse tells me that my wife called them and told them about the enemas that I make her take every Wednesday night, and that this is her revenge for it. They quickly put a CB-3000 on my hardening penis and lock it shut as my wife walks in the door grinning at me. She escorts the nurse with the strapon over by me and smiles.....and I get to watch YOU get fucked this time honey....and she is a lesbian that really dislikes men, so it will be rough. Over the next 6 hours, I am given a half dozen enemas, spanked, forced to orally service all of them, including the strapon, and finally after being cleaned out, and straped on my knees for the fucking of my life. I am almost to the point of cumming just writing this....oh how I wish this could be true.

To be placed naked in stirrups by Male Nurses and Doctors for a lengthy enema session before a series of very invasive Rectal and Genital investigations.

My fantasy begins with me sick and curled up, miserable, in bed having gone home early from work due to illness. My dream man walks in and, seeing the state I am in, gently kisses my forehead to check my temperature. With a concerned frown, he goes into the bathroom and comes out with a rectal thermometer and some Vaseline. Quietly but firmly he commands, "Over on your belly, Babygirl." Those words send a shiver of pleasure through me, but I rebel stating that I don't need my temperature taken to know I have a fever.

My man shifts even more into his no-nonsense role and explaining it's not to see if I have a fever but how high it is. And with that attitude, I have earned myself a trip over his knee once my health is settled.

He then manouvers me onto my belly and lowers my pajama bottoms just bello my bum cheeks. In short order, the thermometer is lubed, my cheeks are spread and the slim glass tube is seated in my bottom. He rubs my back as we wait for the time to register, murmuring words of comfort and asking about other symptoms. I answer shortly in a sulky tone.

After what seems like forever, he slips the glass out, and after a brief perusal assures me that a visit to the dreaded doctor is not necessary. But before I can rejoice, he informs me that medicinal suppositories are the perfect cure for what ails me. I resist, but my tantrum is interrupted by a wave of nausea that has me darting for the bathroom. As I empty the contents of my stomach, I vaguely register his entry into the bathroom and the sound of water running and cupboards, though I do not comprehend the meaning of this. He approaches me and brushes my hair out of my eyes and again kisses my forehead before helping me up.

Instead of leading me back to bed, though, he brings me to the edge of the bathtub where a bulging enema bag hangs from the shower with the hoses dangling down. I whimper as he settles me over the edge of the tub, cushioning my hips and knees with towels laid out. He whispers gently that I just need a bit of a clean-out before I can take my medicine.

Too weak now to protest, I simply lay as he has arranged me and he continues talking gently as he lubes me with great care and inserts the nozzle. I clench involuntarily around the nozzle and hear the faint click as he opens the flow. Warm water rushes inside me, and I whimper and sniffle. He rubs my back and belly, pausing the flow when I get too fractious. When it is all in, he makes me wait "just 10 minutes," as he strokes my hair and tells me what a good girl I am.

When my time is up, he helps me up with the nozzle still seated in my bum and helps me to the toilet, carrying the bag with the hose swing between us. He removes the nozzle just before I seat myself and exits into the bedroom. When I am finished, I enter the bedroom to find him sitting on the edge of the bed shirtless and wearing pajama pants.

On the bedside table sits three large medicated suppositories. He pats his knee and my chin and lower lip wobble with emotion. When I reach his side he gently arranges me across his knee. He picks up the first bullet and parts my cheeks once again. I begin crying as he places the supp against my pucker and holds it there for moment. He says it's to allow it to melt, which eases it inside easier. I think it is to prolong my torture. I hate medicinal suppositories, as they are meant to be retained but they still give me the urge to have a bowel movement.

I feel the heat of my body soften the invader, and slowly he pushes it inside, following it with his finger to push it high into me. The next two follow in short order, and he pats my bottom indulgently with a cheerful all done. I rise of of his lap and make a futile attempt to go to the bathroom and expel the unwelcome intruders. He hooks me around the waist and settles me in the bed and spoons up behind me with his arms around me and his hands stroking my belly soothingly. I take his comfort but cannot help but focus my attention on the sensations in my bottom as the medicine melts. I attempt to get up only to be pulled tighter into his embrace and admonished not to be naughty.

Eventually the sedative effect of the medicine takes hold and I fall into sleep. The next morning I wake up alone but thankfully much better. My man walks in with smile and asks if I am feeling better. I confirm I am, and he says he wants to check just to be sure. Out comes the thermometer and now that I am better, I happily crawl across his lap curious to see if this will take us into a playful session of lovemaking. He parts my cheeks and I moan seductively and wiggle my bottom before he slips the glass tube into my bum. He chuckles and kneads my cheeks as we wait. He pulls it out and happily reports I am on the mend. He adds that we can get my punishment over with now so we can enjoy the rest of the day.

I freeze and my stomach plummets as I realize my vulnerable position and remember my childish and petulant behavior of the night before, that along with the fact that my tendency to eat "junk" as he calls it has always been a concern of his where my health is concerned. He keeps me in position across his lap as he itemizes my sins and outlines my consequences. I am to receive 30 hand spanks followed by 10 with the strap while holding a Vicks-covered plug. Then I will submit properly to a large soapy enema and receive a spanking with the hairbrush while I retain.

He asks me if this is fair, and I bite my lip but nod my head. He then tells me I am to ask him for my spanking when I am ready. I sniffle but in a quivering voice ask him for my spanking. The swats from his hand are gentle at first but soon grow in intensity until an insistent fire begins to burn in my rear. When the last swat is administered, I am apologizing like crazy. He squeezes my cheek and tells me I am taking my punishment well. He sends me to the corner with a warning not to rub while he prepares the next phase.

My face is red with embarrassment as I face the corner. Soon he calls me over to the bed. He has arranged the pillows in the center the strap lay on one side and the butt plug on the other. It is glistening from the Vicks. I gulp as he commands me to lay myself over the pillows with my head down and bottom up. When I am in place he tells me when I am ready I can reach back and spread my cheeks and ask for my plug. I slowly reach back and hold my cheeks open and sob as I ask for my plug. I feel the blunt end press against my pucker and the sting of the Vicks takes immediate effect. I huff my breaths out in short gasps as he works it into me occasionally twisting it to rub the irritating salve into my rectum.

Once it is in place, he picks up the strap and stands back. He tells me to squeeze the plug with my cheeks. I whimper but comply, when I release I feel the sting of the strap and gasp with pain. We continue that way until all ten have been administered. He comments on the color of my bottom and gently traces the line left by the strap. He tells me I can rest while he prepares my enema. I ask if I can take the plug out, but am denied as he tells me it completes the picture I present so well.

With a playful pat on my rump he enters the bathroom. I continue to feel the sting of the plug inside me and my bottom is throbbing, but I know if I were to reach down to my vagina it would be dripping wet. I sigh shakily and await the final phase of my punishment. He calls me into the bathroom. Awkwardly, I get off the bed and waddle into the bathroom. There is a towel placed on the floor near the bulging bag and the retention nozzle is attached to the hose. I am torn whether that is a good thing or not as it is uncomfortable inside me but will make it easier to take my spanking afterwards.

He tells me to take my place with my head down and bottom up. Once in place he grabs the end of the butt plug and in one swift motion frees it from my bottom. I barely had time to adjust as I felt the tip of the nozzle enter me and the first of the two balloons invaded my hole. He wasted no time inflating the balloons sealing me up.

He stood back. "What a pretty picture. When you are ready..."

"May I please have my enema?" I ask knowing the response he requires. CLICK. This solution is hot and soapy and due to my position enters me and goes deep. I fist my hands and kick my toes against the ground in a steady rhythm, my face set in a grimace. My gut is churning and the residual Vicks is still burning. I feel my belly expand with the volume. I feel a huge cramp and plead for him to stop the flow. He reminds me this is punishment but thoughtfully coaches in breathing through it.

When it is finally in, he helps me rise and tells me to lean over the back of my vanity chair and grasp the seat. I am then to look up into the mirror. I see him over my shoulder in its reflection standing at ready. A cramp hits me and I look at him pleadingly. "Count" is all he says as he swings his arm brush in hand. It is the longest 10 count I have ever done. My knees are weak and tears streak my face.

He scoops me up murmuring sweet nothings and telling me what a good girl I am. He removes the nozzle places me gently on the toilet and after telling me to take my time gives me some privacy. I do take my time, cleaning myself and splashing water on my face. When I enter the bedroom I am drained, but I am swept off my feet and thrown on the bed. He spends the rest of the day worshipping my body in a primal sweet loving. Yes, I have a VERY active imagination.

Wow shygal...that was great. thanks

Hi shygal, You have a great dream man. I hope he enjoys treating you as much as I would. Let us know the next time he visits you.

I just discovered this site! I've been reading for hours. I'm a male, late 50's with an enema fetish (from a female nurse in the hospital) for my entire adult life.

Fantasy is to be in the hospital for 'routine tests' and a penicillin shot for a throat infection. But one thing that horrifies me is to have to get my first enema from a female nurse in a 70's-era to mid-80's uniform. These were all-white and either a skirt of a rather flexible looking material or pants that also swished a lot when they walked. They weren't wearing caps any more. And, quite often, instead of white hose, many, if not most, of the nurses I saw back then were wearing suntan pantyhose with the skirt or suntan knee high nylons with pants. Before sneakers/tennies became all the rage with nurses along with today's scrubs, they almost always wore various styles of white nursing shoes, the most comfy-looking ones were a slip-on leather moc style. (I have a foot fetish for female feet which ties into my enema fetish, but that's for other forums elsewhere).

So, as my tests are complete and the results will be phoned to me, I'm about to be discharged and am so relieved that I escaped the terrifying thought of having to get my first enema, which is what my friends who had enemas had described the procedure to me.

Suddenly, the door opens and a younger nurse, probably in her 30's who had given me that deep thick white penicillin shot in the butt (whew did that burn!) a few hours earlier, swishes in and announces that I have a Dr. that insists on every one of his patients getting an enema before he will discharge them, and that she is going to have to give me an enema before I leave. There she is, in her white skirt, tan pantyhose and shoes that looked like they fit her feet like a glove. My heart sinks into my stomach and my mouth gets dry as I practically beg her to have a laxative instead. I am actually whining at this point. Rolling her eyes, this is one no-nonsense nurse as she raises her eyebrows, and asks me if I have ever had an enema before. When I respond in the negative, she begins grinning, gets a twinkle in her eye and giddily announces that I'm in for a real treat. She darts out of the room saying to not go anywhere. I sort of decided that she is going to insist so maybe I better let her give it to me. A few minutes later, her she comes, still grinning, waltzing in with a tray containing a clear bottle with what looked like water and a long tip on it covered by a green plastic cap. I'm sure my eyes were saucers. I had never seen an enema before. She begins to explain to me that this is a large Fleets enema and how she is going to administer it to me, as she puts on her gloves. She describes that this enema will wash out my bowels and I will feel great afterwards. First, I need to roll over on my tummy, get up on my hands and knees and lean down with the left side of my face on the pillow, in the knee chest position.

As she explained it to me as I slowly got into position, she flips back my gown, exposing everything. "Ok, I need to apply some lubricant to your anus and inside your rectum, because I'm going to poke the tip of this bottle into your rectum as far as it will go. You just need to relax." I felt her gloved finger begin to touch and circle around my anus. I had never had a total stranger touch me there before and my humiliation level was unbelievable. "Ok, I want you to take a deep breath." As I inhaled, she poked her finger deep in and I clenched it with my sphincter! She pulled it out, put some more lube on it and poked me again, worked it around, pulled it out and gave me one last poke, finally pulling it out against my clenching sphincter.

"Ok, I'm going to give you the enema now. You will feel some pressure so you need to take some deep breaths while I give it to you. First, take one deeeeep breath." I felt the tip of the enema touch me, and as I inhaled, it relaxed my clenching sphincter that was my last line of defense, trying to prevent penetration, and it felt like she poked it all the way almost to my stomach! I resigned that she was going to give me my first enema! OK, I'm going to find out what his is all about.

"Ok, take another deeeeep breath". I felt her begin to squeeze that bottle as she announced, "Hereeeeweeeeego!" I felt a big surge of pressure in my gut and it was the most I have ever been humiliated because she must have squeezed that bottle as hard as she wanted, probably more than she normally would due to my earlier resistance. "Breathe in....let it out....breathe in...let it out...". I could tell she was really enjoying this from her voice inflections, adding to my intense humility. Finally, I felt her withdraw it as I clenched that tip all the way out with my sphincter to show my succumbing to her and admitting that I had to get my first enema from this no nonsense nurse. She quickly reached over, got a bedpan, told me to roll back over on my back, now I'm seeing that perpetual grin as she carefully placed the bedpan under me, said to hold it for 5-10 minutes and quickly left the room, hearing a little giggle from her on her way out. Why I couldn't just use the bathroom, I couldn't understand, but looking back, I think she wanted me to go through the full enema experience with her, bedpan and all!

She came back in the room pushing a wheelchair before I expelled, and then I finally let it go, so she go to 'enjoy' hearing that as well. As she removed the bedpan and took it to the toilet, she instructed me to get dressed and that I had been discharged and that she would be back to wheel me to my ride downstairs.

As she wheeled me by the nurses' station, every nurse's eyes were on my and as we were supposedly out of range, I could hear snickering back there. When we got off the elevator, I asked here to stop at the gift shop, where I bought her a bouqet of flowers to show her my complete respect for her having given me my first enema.

Hope you enjoyed...

My fantasy begins with an accident.

Car collision...hit by car...terrible fall...something serious but not life threatening.

I wake in the hospital broken and incapacitated in a variety of heavy plaster casts and braces. I am soon told that due to my lack of health insurance that surgery is not an option as none of my injuries are fatal. I'll have to suffer my recovery immobilized and covered in thick padded plaster casts etc. In addition to help pay for my stay and care I need to sign a contract that allows the hospital to use me as a teaching subject. So nursing students and interns will be poking and prodding, examining and performing various tests and treatments on me.

I am assured that no additional harm will come to me but that I will have a long road to recovery.

Many weeks of convalescence ensues. During which I am subjected to a variety of tests such as colonoscopies...I am catheterized, given suppositories and enemas, forced to wear diapers and coutless students are brought in to explore my most intimate places. I am batbed and fed like an infant...completely helpless...

And the only restiction to what is dobe to me is...do no harm...

My fantasy is to be totally incontinent and to be locked into a pair of super thick leak proof diapers. Maybe not permanent

My fantasy would be to give an enema to a female around my age (16 - 20) and spank her cute little tush in the butt-in-the-air position, but have her enjoy it all. It would take place in a unisex locker room where you can hear her moans of pleasure and pain as she fills more and more with water and her tummy expands from the enema.

My fantasy is to be filled to my limit and have my belly massaged and tormented as I'm forced to hold the enema. Starting out with smaller enemas and moving to larger ones as my colon is cleaned out. Obviously much kinky stuff comes afterwards.

Nice one. I'd love this to happen to me as well.

My favorire fantasy is like a submissive pasha in the harem :-).

I am surounded by several lady, maybe nurses. I am laying on my back, my legs pushed up toward my chest, my ankles are kept by a women. This women is on her knees, and she press her pussy to my mouth. I have to lick and suck. Not really face-siting, but close to it, I have to do that. An other girl/nurse is pushing a suppositoty to my anus, when the suppo is inside, she fingers me, thoroughly, very deeply, with hard movements. She twists and turns around his finger repeatedly, pressing it to my prostate. Other women is sucking me, starting mildly, but with increasing power.

While I am laying, my arms are sidewords, and two nurse are squating or kneeling in such position, that I can push my index fingres into their pussy or ass and I move my hands sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.

(Unfortunatelly I don't have more parts, which coulf be used for sexual play :-) )

Update to my previous fantasy: as we played for some time, the girl fingering me changes to to a strap-on, and fucks my ass.

Fantasy based on a dream . A young thin athletic woman tightly lashed to a vaulting horse ,completely naked and hairless with her asshole perfectly clean , i smear her puckering anus with Marmite from the fridge venturing just inside - she is very tight . I begin to lick the marmite from her every crease and wrinkle but have to hold her perfect white cheeks as she writhes uncontrolably , it takes ages to clean it all off with my mouth but i cant reach the last of the yeasty goodness inside , just too tight , just too damn tight !

I often think of the very attractive, and somewhat younger widow who lives across the street from me.......and often wonder if she is into enema's like I am. Giving or receiving from her is a real fantasy for me. I'm married, and she has a regular "male-friend", but there is still some chemistry between us.

Mine is to have my wife take me in for a "special exam" in a clinical type setting. I undress and am on an exam table with legs raised in the stirrups. A female doctor or nurse comes in and speaks with my wife then does quick check on me. She tells my wife that I will need several enemas and she leaves. After several minutes he door opens and a male nurse comes in with a large bag and assortment of nozzles. He proceeds to administer the enemas while my wife watches. He then does a through rectal exam and has my wife assist him by showing her how to do a prostate massage to get a semen sample.

I have no fantasy as such. I'm too old , (I guess) I'm a new member and am trying to figure out just how to answer someone, with out a zillion points, which I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. WHAT'S WITH THIS POINT THING???????????? I don't think that makes such a user friendly site. This is my second post, which only took me a half an hour to figure out how to use it.

I have some great stories to post, but don't know how to start a new topic. Also I have a collection of many, many pictures, cartoons, drawings, photos and the like. I happened to run into a vary large collection by accident, buying some musical things, only to find out many of those items turned out to be a collection of enema pictures. in the long run, I just plain got TOOK, at this yard sale. I would like to post some, but don't know the procedure, nor will probably not acquire enough ((((POINTS))))) to do this for another couple of years.

So how can I do this??? I can email some to someone or this site, but fear that it would be an effort in futility on my part. Can anyone help.

I got many many enemas when growing up, because I was always too busy doing other things to take time to sit on a toilet, consequently my mom was quick to get out the enema bag. Wen I got a cold, mom would give me an enema every day until I got over it. I hated getting them but finally gave in and realized that mom would always win. If I put up too much of a fuss, she would threaten to bring in my older sister to help. That only happened a few times.

One time my folks went on a three week vacation, and our next door neighbor girl took care of me. I was 7 yrs old and had to obey her demands. My mom told her that I would get constipated fairly easily and told the baby sitter she would have to give me enemas. Boy, did she take joy in getting me into the bathroom, undress me, sit my little naked body on the toilet sit lid, and proceed to make up enemas for me. I was 7 the first time this happened. Many times she would get me undressed put me in a bath and make up an enema, while I tried to talk her out of it. NO LUCK.

She was actually much more gentle than my mom and would give me a lot of consoling and advising as to what and how she was going to give me an enema. She would put me over her lap and usually give me one enema followed by a enema rinse. I usually got a reward after the enema by getting a treat, like ice cream, cake cookies the like.

This went on every summer until I was about 11 or 12. When I got sick, she would really spend some time with me and the enema bag.

I grew to tolerate it and eventually enjoyed getting enemas by her. I have a lot of different

stories to tell about those times.

later

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I would love MARTHA STEWART to give me an enema.

I'd love to be in an exam room, legs up in the stirrups. A beautiful nurse or doctor gives me a warm deep enema and cleans e out. The spends hours giving me a full rectal exam with fingers and speculums slowly opening up my virgin asshole. By the end of the session she has her fist inside of me !!! Sure wish I cold find a woman with the same fantasy !!!