What do you remember most about your first enema

Crying

All the people exiting the pool in horror.

I got enemas from before I can remember, so I don’t remember my first enema, but I remember the circumstances of the first enema that I gave myself. I was 9 or 10 and mom had just given me an enema with the red bulb. Those enemas were small, usually only a couple of bulbs and I recognized that I actually liked the feeling of the warm water going into my butt. And mom would stop when I said that I was full so those enemas were not traumatic. She would ask me to hold it for a few minutes if I could because it would work better. Then she would leave the bathroom telling me she would clean up and put things away when I was done.

After I had let out the enema she had given me, I saw the bulb sitting there on the sink and there was still some water in the sink. So I took the bulb and gave myself a couple of bulbs just because I wanted to feel the water going int my butt again. And so it started. I would give myself a few more after mom was finished. Then one time after I had already given myself another enema, I wanted another. So I am standing at the sink, bulb in hand in the middle of my second bonus enema when the bathroom door opens. Mom mumbled something like, Oh, I thought you were done. Then she closes the door.

I was afraid that I was going to get a scolding and be told to not give myself enemas, but she never said a word. But she never offered to give me an enema after that day. I guess she figured that if I needed an enema, I knew how to do it myself.

This may not been my first enema but I vitally recall my mother and Nurse lady that to took care of me giving me an enema when I was two years old.

I was 9 and lying naked on my back in the tub with my butt toward the drain. Mom had inserted the nozzle in my butt and I was holding it to keep it in place. The hose snaked its way up a the red rubber bag that was stretched to its limit with a hot soapy mixture. Mom was holding the bag about 3 feet above my head and had one hand on a clamp. She asked if I was ready. I nodded my head slightly and heard the clamp spring open.

I waited not knowing what would happen, what I would feel. Mom asked if I felt it flowing into my butt. I shook my head. She looked down the length of the hose for any kninks, there were none. She raised the bag another foot higher. Mom asked if I felt anything now. Again I shook my head. Frustrated, she checks the nozzle in my butt, moving it in and out a bit and side to side a little. Still nothing.

She suspects I'm blocking it somehow which I deny. I mean, I wouldn't even know how. She raised the bag higher. I tell her I still feel nothing. Then I see the problem, Mom was holding the bag by the neck with the hose coming out the top. I tell her to turn the bag so the hose is hanging down. "Oh, right", she says with an embarrassed expression and turned the back over.

WHOOSH! The soapy mix entered my gut like a firehose.

I was 4 years old when I received my first enema. It was a fleet enema. Phisically I would say that thw thing I remember the most is the burning sensation I felt in my butt while the liquid was going in, and the crying and squirming trying to escape.

On the psychological side I would say the feeling of betrayal. I trusted my mom when I told her I couldn't poop, she encouraged me to try but I couldn't, and never thought that she would do me that. And while receiving the enema the sensation that I wasn't in control of myself.

After it the humiliation.

Total suprise. I had been sick with chicken pox and next thing I knew there it was. Not sure it was the best introduction but over time the love developed

I was 4 years old. I am sure had enemas prior to this and I know i had suppositories. I was lying with my brother on the couch in the living room and we listening to children's records and my mom and came and got me took me to the kitchen. On the table the Vaseline and rectal thermometer. She sat and took my PJ bottoms off and pull me over her knees and stuck the business end of the thermometer lubed with Vaseline in my bottom, holding it in place. I started to complain, mom mommy, I have to poopoo but she did not let me up until the thermometer registered. Then she let me down to go into the bathroom to poop. Of course when she checked on me a few minutes later, I did not. So, she let me go back and lay down. She called someone and then went into the bathroom and prepared a bowl of hot soapy water and got out a orange-red bulb with a black nozzle and then came got me and took me into the bathroom and closed the down. She took my PJ bottoms off, sat on the toilet, pulled my over her knees, and give me 4 good bulbs of the solution. I was scared but she said this was medicine and would help me go poop. She held my cheeks together and made me hold it some and then let me up to go. Yes, I did poop plenty. I did really like how it felt over all the my tummy cramped some, and the liquid following out of me with poop felt funny. My this is was the first enema I remembered of many given to me until I was 17.

Things I distinctively remember were my mum getting the bulb enema, filling it and also when she tightened my butt cheeks at the end helping me holding the enema. I was a kid. I of course remember running to the bathroom with my pants still down

My first was inthe hospital at age 9, except my three sisters getting them from my mom. She was the enema queen for my dad and the cousins, aunts and uncle's. The one I got in the hospital was because I didn't have a BM fo 7 day's when I started having sever stomach aches. On the second day a really cute nurse came in withe enema equipment and explained tome I was going to receive an enema. shewas very sweet in her tone of voise and reassured me that she would be with me the whole time. The only thing I remember was the nozzle being possessed intomy anus and she explained everything before she didithe next step. She said I would feel some resecure from the water going into my rectum did feel some ptessure and looked over my shoulder , then she asked with this really cute smile if I was feeling OK? as she rubbed my back and stomach., and softly reassured me that and explained at tome that she had few brothers at home that she helps out with the same issue i was going thru. after expelling she stayed with me sitting on my bed telling me stories and checkig my temperature and giving me drinks to hydrate me and all. The next day when they discharged me the doctor and my nurse gave my mom instructions to remind me evry day to ask IfI had a BM that day and IFi get constipated again call our family doctor asap and be prepared to give me an enema. My mom was real nervous about the whole thing so the nurse volunteered to be willing to come to our house and take care of that for me. I think she realized I really liked her. Gave me a bear hug and a peck on the cheek when we were heading out. I did need another enema when I was 13 and 14 years old. My mom handled that and I was on my own after that.

I am now 86 but still remember my first enema. I was 15 years old at the time. For years I had known I was anal sensitive and had dreamt of having things placed into my rectum, and had done just that. I learned about enemas when I learned about sex education -- enemas as part of the-then hospital birthing ritual. We had just moved from New Jersey to rural Pennsylvania. The debris of a horrible flood earlier that year left a field of household debris in a local flood plain. Among the debris was a douche/enema bulb. I took it home and secretly cleaned it with soap and alcohol and used it when no one else was upstairs. I really enjoyed it, to say the least. I loved the feel of the fat nozzle and the soapy water going in, then out and the clean feeling afterward. I enjoy the same to this day but could never get more than a pint in before my gut revolts and pushes it out. Oh well, lots of tiny enemas!! And an occasional colonic. Cheers!!

I gave myself my first enema using my mother’s pink rubber douche bag when I was around 14/15. I kept seeing it hanging over the shower hook in their bathroom I’m assuming she was drying it. I touched it and it was so smooth and soft. I was immediately aroused but could not do anything about it right then. A couple days later I was home alone and decided to take another look and touch, it was still there almost waiting for me. I have seen people getting enemas before watching porn, but never had one before and was nervous. I took it down and just held it then put it to my face the soft smooth texture against my face was immediate arousal in my groan area. I turned the water on and started to fill the bag it started to expand and turn into a nice pink squishy balloon. When it was full I screwed the top round plate on with nozzle attached to it. I sat it down on counter and just looked at it thinking that’s a lot of water ( it was probably less than 1 liter/qt ). I pulled pants and underwear off and found her jar of vaseline and took some on my finger and rubbed it on the tip. Now I was nervous as I picked the bag back up as I squatted down and got nozzle tip at entrance to my tight hole. It was not working out so I decided to get on my knees and sit down a little repositioned the bag on the floor, and used one hand to maneuver the tip to my still tight hole. When I was certain it was there I sat further down as it slipped in. When I thought it was in enough I started to squeeze the bag, nothing was happening, could not feel anything, so I pulled it out a little while still squeezing, and all of a sudden I had a rush of cold water enter me. It felt amazing, I could not get all the water out of bag in the position I was it only using one hand so I pulled it out. Not knowing anything water started coming out of me, I immediately clenched my butt cheeks and moved to the toilet. It was like I had diarrhea as I expelled all the water. I finished on the toilet and wiped the floor up and dumped out rest of the water and patted the bag dry and rehung it just as I found it. Cleaned the nozzle in all the nooks and holes and put it back in small measuring cup it was in under the sink. I knew I wanted to do that again. Looking back that was not very smart hygiene wise, 14 year old me did not know that, I just knew I liked it. That was the start of my enema journey.

“I gave myself my first enema using my mother’s pink douche bag when I was around 14/15. … I have seen people getting enemas before watching porn, but never had one before and was nervous. I took it down and just held it then put it to my face the soft smooth texture against my face was immediate arousal in my groan area. …”

@sub_tessa: Although the feeling may have made you “groan”, I believe the area aroused was your “groin”.😉😂

I was about 5 or 6. Mom had me lay across her lap with the bathroom sink less than an arms length away. She squirted at least 4 or 5 syringes full up my butt and then let me up. This procedure went on for about 3 or 4 times that day. Then, every day the same thing for the entire next week. I think this is where I got my love for enemas.

I was about 5 or 6. Mom had me lay across her lap with the bathroom sink less than an arms length away. She squirted at least 4 or 5 syringes full up my butt and then let me up. This procedure went on for about 3 or 4 times that day. Then, every day the same thing for the entire next week. I think this is where I got my love for enemas.

@KY_kid: 3 to 4 enemas per day for an entire week?!?!? You poor kid! Was this for constipation?

I was about 10 years of age and in hospital for a minor operation. I hadn’t had a bowel movement for a couple of days, so very early in the morning before the ward was wakened two nurses came and administered one.

It was a warm soapy one, a large enamel jug held the water, this was decanted into a smaller jug for ease of use. The senior nurse inserted a colon tube into my bottom, the other end had a funnel in it. The nurse held the tube in my bottom with one hand and the other held the funnel about 2 feet high. The other nurse then began filling the funnel, refilling when needed. I can’t remember how many times it was filled but eventually they stopped and removed the tube. Soon after, the desired outcome came.

This was the start of a lifetime of enema play, ether solo or administered by an enema nurse male and female.

My 1st was after coming home from kindergarten with a tummy ache, then..

Being called into the bathroom, made to strip naked, and seeing a round Tupperware bowl full of ivory soapsuds with the red bulb floating in it. I had 0 idea of what was next, until having to climb over Mom's lap face down, a finger up my bottom, then the insertions and withdrawals of the bulb.

The feeling of expelling was exquisite, even at 5 or 6. After that, I always faked that I didn't want or needed one, when I really looked forward to mom time and her enemas.

We grew up on our grandparents farm when I was between 4 and 12 YO as the memories come back, I think I'm doing pretty good at remembering at 78 YO! I'm remembering more about my hospital enema when in for tonsillectomy.

We were living on our grandparents farm in West Virginia and I was 5 years old when I got my first "remembered" enema. More on that later. I was in the hospital for a tonsillectomy, mom and I arrived after lunch, nurse had me change to a gown, not happy dressed in girls clothes! I laid in bed talking with mom, my room mate, and his mom until visiting hours were over and our moms left.

A little while later a nurse came in pushing a cart. She placed a folding partition between my bed and the boy next to me. I watched her assemble a white can, red hose, metal clamp and a small black "pipe". She went to the bathroom and was running water, I remember the boy in the next bed saying something like "It looks like one of us is going to get an enema” Or something that. Me not knowing what an enema was I asked "what’s an enema ?" I think his answer was something like "if you never had one, you're going to find out soon enough".

Now I'm curious, but I said nothing more, I wondered is it going to hurt? It wasn't long before the nurse brought the white can over and hung it on the pole on my bed. She had me turn onto my side saying something like “just relax, it won’t hurt”, but when she tried to put the nozzle in my butt I FREAKED! This is bigger than mom's thermometer. Wait, OK, it's in, not bad, I calmed down, kind of nice, then CLICK, WOW but not bad feels warm, but in a short while and “THAT’S ENOUGH I GOTTA GO”! The enema continued in spite of my begging and when it was over I was placed on a bed pan. Not possible to hold it, it's coming out and I mean right now and with a vengeance!

The next morning I woke up and he was gone, I don’t remember his name but mom was back and soon I was taken to the operating room. There they tried to put a foul smelling mask on my face and I went ballistic! Held down legs and arms I lost the battle! After my operation I had a different roommate. I didn’t get another enema during that stay, but I did tell Tess about it when I got home and she told me about helping mom give me enemas when I was little with the “red squeeze thing” in my butt. I must have been about two or three as I didn’t remember ever getting what Tess described. Tess considered herself an expert since she saw me getting enemas and as she was two years older, mom was giving her enemas with our grandmother’s red bag and hose. Tess was more than willing to teach me more and we shared giving each other enemas until puberty. The one thing that came of that first enema is that I discovered that it felt good and I wanted more.