Was there a first incident that started your enema fetish?

The incident that led to my enema fetish was a complete accident. I was staying at my boyfriend’s house and had accidentally pressed the enema setting on his bidet. It felt really good and couldn’t stop thinking about it. And now I’m here 😃 hahaha

.... I was staying at my boyfriend’s house and had accidentally pressed the enema setting on his bidet. It felt really good and couldn’t stop thinking about it. And now I’m here 😃 hahaha

I've always dreamed of having a bidet like this, and I'm here to compliment and encourage you on your new passion. Congratulations on your discovery.

I got into enemas late in life, around 50. I had never had a massage and while in a hotel I was researching massages. I decided to have one and enjoyed it. Further research on massages brought up colonics. When I first read about a colonic, I wondered who would ever do that. I know I wouldn't. But after a few weeks of reading about colonics I decided to get one. I was out of town and made an appointment with a male therapist. I was very hesitant walking into his office, but I went through with it and enjoyed it. I had two sessions with him and then decided to try a female therapist. I really enjoyed the sessions with her and had several over a few months. But one day she told me I should try enemas and so I bought a bag at the drugstore and tried it. I liked it. By this time I was on an enema site and read about larger bags, larger nozzles, and even enema nurses. Well that started me on my enema journey and I have loved it all. I was very shy until I went to the first enema nurse. I almost chicken out on the way but I didn't. Being nude with her and having her give me three enemas with three different nozzles and masturbating at the end in front of her was very enjoyable. The next time I went to an enema nurse I didn't have any hesitancy about taking my clothes off and letting her give me enemas. Over several years in my travels I went to ten or more enema nurses. While all the experiences were good, some were better than others. Some would take their clothes off during the session and some didn't. There was one enema nurse who had an assistant. They would both come to the session and both undress except for their panties. Those sessions were really good.

But to my knowledge all the enema nurses are gone, quit or retired and there is no site like Beth Tyler to advertise them.

Grand Dames in LA is still around, as are myriad other enema nurses in LA area. Eve Minax in SF is still a for hire enema nurse, as is Madame Madeline in Chicago. In fact, there are enema nurses in just about every major city. Google is your friend.

I want to warn you right away: I don't give myself enemas; I prefer to give them to girls. I can't forget the time my cousin gave herself an enema in the bathroom. I squatted, mesmerized. And she moaned with spasms. I was breathing like a dog. It was incredible.

For me it was well past age 6 before I began to think that an enema was anything other than dreadful. Sure, my mom gave me enemas and every one of those I disliked. Fast forward to when I was in my mid 20s and married and was seriously backed up the result of some meds I was taking. My wife insisted that the only thing that was going to give relief was a warm soapy enema. I finally relented and then finally concluded that an enema from my wife was a lot better experience that I ever had before. Over the years she has continued giving me enemas and I've enjoyed every one of them. Now to be honest, my reward for enduring the experience is some really great sex. What's not to like?

Getting the chicken pox around 7 and getting 3 enemas a day until my fever broke. Until then I hated them, but soon enjoyed the fillings knowing the feeling of pleasure of release. Couldn't figure out the erections these caused until a few years later. Thanks mom !

As I have written before, my love of enemas began one day when I was 5 and didn’t feel well. Mom, an RN, suggested an enema. I didn’t know what an enema was, but I knew that red thing with a red hose attached to it was an enema bag. Mom’s cures had always worked before, so I watched as she ran hot water into the bathroom sink, stopped, and made the water white by rolling the bar of Ivory soap in her hands. Then, she used the cup to pick up the soapy water and the poured several cups of the soapy water into the bag, which she hung from the shower curtain rod. She sat on the edge of the tub, and with me stripped from the waist down, had me lie across her lap. She’d rubbed the black thing (nozzle) over the bar of soap, which she’d flipped over, which was still gooey on its bottom side. She parted my butt cheeks and slid the nozzle into me. I heard a click as she opened the clamp. The entry of the nozzle felt wonderful, but then, magic happened, as the enema began to flow into me. It was wonderful!

I heard a gurgle. The bag had run dry. Mom had me stand up and felt my tummy. Mom decided I could hold more, so she added a couple more cups of water to the bag, had me lie over her lap against, and gave me more soapy water. This volume finding continued through my next two soapsuds enemas.

After the first enema, she withdrew the nozzle and had me sit on the toilet and told me to try to poop. Nothing I had to ingest before had to come out, so this was a new experience. Feeling the enema rush out was great! As Mom gave me two more SSEs, she explained what she was doing. Then I got two plain water rinse enemas, which she also explained. And that’s how it all began.

I was born in the early 60's. I remember receiving a bulb enema from my grandmother when I was 4-5. I remember being in the bathroom with my grandmother, and my mother being outside the bathroom door.

Then I remember my mother giving me a bag enema when I was 9-10. The fullness of the warm water made a lasting impression. The scent of the Ivory soap, the warm water and the rubber enema bag also turned me on.

I was about 12-13, my dad was making good money and we moved to a house in the country. My parents were traveling to NYC on the weekends and would leave me home alone.

One of those weekends, I was snooping around in my mothers vanity and found the enema kit. I was instantly turned on. I had been masturbating in my mothers panties while looking at my dad's Penthouse magazines, and finding the enema was the missing link!

I pulled the bag, hose and nozzle out of the box and assembled it in the countertop. I stripped naked and pulled on a pair of my mother's satin flowered panties. I nervously filled the bag all the way to the top with warm water and hung the bag on a towel hook.

I pulled my panties down and dipped my finger into the jar of Vaseline. I bent over the countertop and put my finger well into my rectum. I had never done anything as brazen as sliding my finger into my rectum. My penis was harder than it had ever been before.

This was the moment that I was was going to give myself a bag enema. I pulled the panties up and put a one of my mom's sanitary napkins in the crotch of the panties. I was getting hornier by the moment.

I pulled the panties to the side and slid the long nozzle into my rectum. I was standing in front of the mirror, in satin panties with a sanitary napkin and a long enema nozzle buried deep into my rectum. I kept stroking my penis almost cumming every time,

I released the the clip to start the enema, I could feel a little pressure but not like I remember from when my mother gave me an enema. I sheepishly got down on my hands and knees, reaching around to keep the nozzle in my rectum. Then the water started to flow. I was filling up quickly and cramping badly. My belly was aching and my penis was throbbing. I felt like I was going to lose control of my bowels and enema, and I was about to cum.

I panted through the rest of the enema. My belly was swollen and my penis was sticking out the top of the panties. I pulled the dirty nozzle out of my rear and put it in the sink. I struggled to stand up, and when I did, my enema started to leak into the sanitary napkin. The warm water felt incredible on my cheeks and testicles.

There was no way that I was going to make it to the toilet without making a mess, so I made it to the shower. I was holding my tummy with one hand and my napkin with the other hand. When I stepped into the shower, I let more water out of my rectum. But this time I didn't hold back. I began to stroke my penis hard and let go of the enema into the napkin and panties.

I had an orgasm like I'd never experienced before. I cleaned up the whole mess and fell asleep for several hours.

I still have a kinky panty enema a few times a year with the same explosive orgasm at the end!!

This isn’t my first enema time they started at 7 but this story plays in oddly an led to a lot more but at 12 years old I had a paper route I had gotten a new customer that lived in an older at the time house trailer after a month or so I got a note on my paper bundle that this customer requested that I walk his newspaper up to the door instead of the paper box so I did when I got to the door about to put his rolled up paper in the door handle the inside door opened there stood a fairly large man in a pair of loose fitting sweat pants an white tee shirt he ask if I would like to come in for a glass of tea it was very hot that day an I had no thought so I said sure I go inside an set my paper bag down whe walked to the kitchen area an poured us both a sweet tea he handed me mine I said thank you I sat in a chair one wall was all mirrors like I said at the time the trailer was old an this was 1982 I was 12 also their was a couch a chair and a padded sawhorse kinda thing in the corner that was it he wondered down the hall I hard some noise coming from that way but thought nothing of it a few minutes later he came back to where I was I couldn’t help but notice that it appeared that he had an errection because of his loose baggy sweat pants and a small wet spot where it was poking out but I didn’t pay much attention to the fact a little bit of time passes an he ask the question if I give you a 100 bucks and another glass of tea could he give me an enema witch kinda cought me off guard I thought about it for a few minutes an enemas wernt new to me it started at home with mom at 7 that being said she started with a squeeze bottle then to a bag an doushe nozzle witch was an epic fail then to a balloon nozzle but he was a stranger basically but I said yes so he took my hand and led me down the hall to the bathroom we turned the corner into the room and their stood the biggest squeeze bottle I had ever seen with about a 7 inch long inch diameter nozzle with like a hard plastic 2 inch ball at the end and it was filled an ready must have been the noise I heard down the hall earlier their was a kinda stool beside the toilet he sat down on the toilet lid closed of course wrapped his arm around my butt an pulled me to him he unbuttoned an unzipped my pants put both his index fingers in the hip side of my jeans and as he pushed them down both of his thumbs rubbed over the head of my pecker he pushed my pants all the way to my ankles so now I’m nude from the waist down with my pecker in a strangers face he put me across his spread knees with my upper body on the table thing he reached over an got some kind of lube and used a liberal amount of it on my backside I then feel a large finger push up inside me he kept it in me a few minutes at this time it is confirmed that he is hard because I feel it on my stomach he pulled his finger out wiped his hand up and reaches for the bottle now my heart starts pounding I feel the large ball touch my hole an with a hard push it was shoved in with the size of it it hurt like hell I flenched an gasped I felt his hard dick throb on my stomach through his sweats I thought flat that parts over but nope he could only squeeze a little of the solution in me witch means it has to come back out to reinflate it an back in it goes this happened 6 times he emptied the bottle then left me over his knees with the ball inside while the solution did its job an I promise it did that very well don’t know what it was but I was cramping something awful he then pulled it out after 30 minutes or so stood me up I went to pull my pants up an he said leave them down it won’t be long he moved definitely with a very large tent pole in his pants guided me to the toilet raised the lid an sat me down an left the room he was right it wasn’t long an I pooped out things I had 2 weeks earlier after about 45 minutes I stood up pulled up my pants and went back out to the living room where my tea and 100 dollar bill was waiting on me now I stop here but this opened a door to a four year episode if you want the rest of this story I guess add me an ask about the trailer adventure or send me a message of ask me here about the rest

For me there wasn't a single incident, but a build up. Curiosity about the equipment that was in the bathroom and glimpses of my mother and sister using the bag and bulb and overhearing sounds and discussions led me to self exploration. I was curious and wanted to use the equipment too. I enjoyed the process and sensation of taking enemas and that led to an enema fetish.

No, not really. For us like @Running7 it was due to the regular enemas what we received on weekly bases. First it was a bit weird, but after a while it became a kind of routine and finally developed this kink.

Never experienced an enema, but I know what I would like the incident to be when it finally happens.. it will be a sweet woman who talks me through it and cares for me afterward. I've discussed it online with a couple women and honestly it makes my palms moist. I can't even imagine expelling with her present but that's getting ahead of myself.

Never experienced an enema, but I know what I would like the incident to be when it finally happens.. it will be a sweet woman who talks me through it and cares for me afterward. I've discussed it online with a couple women and honestly it makes my palms moist. I can't even imagine expelling with her present but that's getting ahead of myself.

Maybe you will get the opportunity, don't be shy and go for it !! - and then hopefully you will enjoy all of this practise !! - good luck !!!

So here we go my mom an dad split up when I was 6 I was 7 when it started when I would either shower or take a bath I would always pull the shower curtain while I was in the tub mom would always bring in my shirt and pants so one night I get out of the tub but only have a shirt no pants so I holler out the door an say mom I have no pants she replies with I’ll be there in a minute an that she did she comes in carrying a large bowl of milkey water a bigger blue bottle with a long white straw on it a long thin leather strap with a small buckle on it an I was confused she took off my towel laid it on the floor and told me to lay on my back on it so I did she put my feet together put the strap around them draped it over the towel rack and pulled my legs up to expose my ass she began to put the bowel of water in me one bottle at a time until it was empty then put a tampon in me an left my legs up until she felt the solution done its job she let my feet down told me to sit on the toilet and empty it took a hell of a push to get the full tampon out but I did their was no rime or reason on this I only knew it was coming when I didn’t have pants this went on for a few years until one night I get out of the tub To no pants but this time she says come out here so I’m naked from the waist down walk out of the bathroom and see a large red bag hung on a pole by my bed with a long black doushe nozzle on the end she put me face down on my bed got a liberal amount of Vaseline on her finger and pushed it up inside me I could feel her move it around she pulled out her finger and said I need a good clean her finger was replaced by the nozzle at witch time she poured some white liquid in the bag (ivory liquid soap) then went to make the warm water while she is getting the water the soap was making its way into the hose she came in poured the warm water in the bag when she opened the clamp I got a straight shot of soap an some water I immediately blew out the nozzle an water an other stuff all over ran to the toilet an o my it burnt like hell she was furious but after that it was quite a while since I had been bothered until one night no pants I hollered out an said mom I have no pants she again says come out her an I went into panic mode I didn’t want another blow torch up my butt I opened the door and seen the same bag only it was already bulging with a very different nozzle on it I walk out and freak out I see my mom my much older sister an her lesbian best friend witch was a nurse I’m placed face down on my bed my sister holds my shoulders down mom spread my legs an held them an penny my sisters friend pushes the new nozzle in me and then I felt it inflate huge inside me then the clamp opened an the ride was on no way I was blowing this one out but she knew how to make a large enema do t get me wrong it cramped bad but I took it all when it was empty and they deemed I had held long enough penny walked me to the bathroom with the balloon still in an inflated she got me over the toilet took it out and i exploded I sat there for an hour this is how it went down every time after that at twelve I started to cum while I was getting the enema an tried to hide the fact an did for 3 or 4 times until one hit so good an I was amped up when I came I came hard an got vocal I could see my bed when I was on the toilet an I seen them looking they found my jiz after that time I was put on my back with my legs up an hands tied above my head sure enough mid enema I orgasm everywhere mom said hold that thing still I said I can’t my hands are tied so next time mid fill it gets hard an my mom grabs it and holds. It up I went off an it was full blown white cum penny started catching it in a cup I’m pretty sure she used to to knock herself up 3 different times after she got pregnant the 3rd time at 17 the enemas stopped an I never seen her again I still love enemas to this day an my wife will give them at times she’s learning how well

It goes back to when I was I think I was about 6 or 7. I do not remember why I had to get an enema, most likely not going for a couple of days. My mom was never too sure about how to administer an enema so she enlisted the help from my "aunt" which I later found out was my much older cousin, She had 2 different enema bags, one was a blue pumpkin ice bag that had a nipple for the white hose and white nozzle. The other was an amber latex open top fountain syringe. she was very much into administering enemas and bare bottom spankings (what a surprise). She would baby sit me and her daughter, (my second cousin). She would always use the excuse that an enema every couple of weeks keep you healthy. She would also find an excuse to spank for any reason. She was not abusive and I am sure I earned every one. Anyway, she introduced me to a nice "twist" in my sexuality. I was actually able to find a nice lady to administer them to me when I turned 17. This was back in the mid 1970s when enemas were not taboo like they are now. Throughout my life I was lucky to find many ladies that loved to spank OTK and administer enemas to me. I am now 67 (ouch) and still seeking this special type of fun.

I may have posted before that I am pretty sure my grandmother & mother gave me enemas fairly frequently from 2 or 3 til 14. Not really sure exactly why.

Oh well I think enemas have kept me pretty healthy for quite awhile. Things happen , enjoy

I was put into foster care when I was five with no previous knowledge of enemas or anything sexual. The Doctor who arranged my placement with my now, foster aunt and uncle, who themselves were both into all the aspects of enemas; taking, giving, enjoy the “meesy side” and other “kinky and dirty sex”, was himself very much into enemas and other stuff which also involved my now foster carers. He did tell them that I had a “lazy bowel and often would hold because I didn’t like using the toilet and this meant that I would just mess in my pants, so he well knew that soon my bowels would be getting their FULL attention and my now foster aunt and uncle made it very clear that I was their little Enema Boy. Both my aunt and uncle were very much into Enema/Anal activities. My aunt had her own special interests and would say “Now I know you don’t like getting the enema because you get pains and cramping in your bowels and that’s when I like to do rude naughty things to you that sometimes hurt. But I do them because I want to, and I like doing them.

My now aunt was overly obsessed with using the enema to make my bowels move whenever she felt the need. I got my first enema the day I arrived when unable to do poos for her and was told that now she would have to use the enema and I wouldn't like it. How right she was and she seemed to enjoy making my enemas as unpleasant as she could, and did tell me that if I ever messed in my pants, it would be the last time I did. It wasn’t too long before I found out what she meant. Punishments were yet to come.

Most definitely when I was 3 or 4 and had trouble going poop. My aunts carried me upstairs to the bedroom, applied a liberal amount of vaseline to my anus and then proceeded to give me several bulbfuls. I was screaming and complaining, but it felt kind of good. I was allowed to expell and then it was repeated and the process started over with several bulbs being given. I was not fussing so much at this point as it did feel good. After expelling, it was repeated one more time. I was hooked from that point on. Thank you to my aunt Ruth.

Not sure if there was a defining moment that created my enema fetish. If I was going to say on event created my love of enemas it probably was when the next-door neighbor Susan called mom and told her that her boy was extremely constipated and asked if mom would show her how to give an enema.

I was 9 years old and was given an enema once or twice a week due to my chronic constipation. By age 9 I looked forward to the weekly procedure so my ears perked up when mom was discussing the enema process over the phone. The call ended when mom told the neighbor to bring her son over and she would show how to administer a cleansing enema. The neighbor's son, Mark was 12 years old and I though pretty nice looking. I could hardly wait for Mark receiving an enema.

About half an hour latter Susan and Mark entered the house. Mark didn't look well and knew he was pretty constipated. I watched as mom showed Susan how to mix a soap suds enema in a large bowl. i remember mom explaining that Mark could take an adult enema so 2 quarts was mixed in large bowl with Ivory soap. Mom then took out the adult 8 oz syringe and a jar of Vaseline. I stared at the red bulb as mom had not used it on me yet. The black tube was much larger than the 4 oz syringe and wondered how the adult enema tube would feel inside my rectum.

As mom filled the syringe, she explained the importance of removing all the air with the soap solution. Once the syringe was full mom sat on the toilet and told Mark to remove his pants and lay over her lap. I couldn't believe mom didn't chase me out of the bathroom as Mark bent over and laid on mom's lap. I watched with excitement as mom lowered Marks under pants to his knees exposing his muscular bottom cheeks. As mom picked up the full syringe, she explained the importance of taking time to insert the bulb and very slowly squeezing the solution into his bowels. As mom pulled one of Mark's cheeks apart exposing Mark's brown anus. I couldn't believe the excitement I felt as mom slowly inserted the black tube into Mark until the bulb pressed between his cheeks. Grasping the bulb with both hands mom began slowly squeezing the soapy solution into Mark. I heard a soft moan as mom delivered the enema. Mom explained to give the enema slowly and the slower the enema he better the results will be. That the water and soap would slowly soften the stool and the soap will provide cramps to help push out the constipated contents.

I watched mom pull the syringe out of Mark and refill it 6 more times. During the 7th enema Mark started to complain that he needs to sit on the toilet. As mom pulled the syringe out mom told Mark that one more bulb was necessary and take deep breaths as she squeezed the last bulb into Mark's bowels. Mom told Susan that Mark took about 2 quarts and should have a good bowel movement. I watched Mark raise up off of mom's lap exposing his erect penis. I was amazed as the size of his penis. It looked to be over 10 inches long and about the size of my forearm.

As Mark sat on the toilet, he released his bowels. Water, stool created loud splashes as well as loud gas. Mark leaned forward and moaned as the enema flowed out of him. I could tell that the cramps were strong as her emptied his bowels.

Mom then told Susan to give me an enema. I couldn't believe my ears. And Mark was allowed to watch. That was a day I never have forgotten.