What do you remember most about your first enema

I got my first enema from a nurse when I was 15 (I wrote a story about it, a link is posted in my profile). What I remember most is being embarrassed that I was getting one to being embarrassed I was getting an erection. The nurse was totally professional and said that it was a perfectly normal reaction for a young man.

My first enema was a surprise . I was in my early 20's and exploring my interest in medfet. I visited a woman who would examine me . Upon my arrival be sent in the other room . I then stripped naked and laid on my back on her massage table. One visit after rolling over and getting my rectal temperature taken. She remained in the room but went into the bathroom and prepared an enema for me. I was told to come over her knee . Spreading my cheeks in went the nozzle . It was just a plain water enema but it was my first .

The warm feeling of fullness in my butt and how hard my cock swelled up

First time as an adult: I got it from my ex who was much older than me, it was forced, because I had a really bad stomach ache. I received it in the diaper position and I cried when the nozzle was inserted deep into my anal. I was around 18-19 and he was 34, and I had never felt so small and young compared to him as that first time.

Running warm water, bar soap, the jingle jangle of the chome clamp, the metal lid of the glass vaseline jar. the bulging big red rubber open top enema with red rubber hose, chrome clamp and black nozzle smeared with globs of cold vaseline. After insertion, the room would become full of light and silence and then the whisperings of that familiar “weak” feeling deep inside my tummy from the warm soapsuds would begin to build. Oh how I pleaded with mom to stop it and take it out…. but my enema always continued and would pant- like a puppy. Oh how I hated enemas- and I wish I was that age being given my enemas like a good little enema boy…. michael

The above post is one of the BEST descriptions of receiving an enema that I have ever read. (We all know the cramps and expulsion come next.) Those words above make me want an enema, just the kind you describe.

It all depends on when it happened.

The first enema I consciously experienced as a child… simply horrifying.

The first enema in my late twenties… I almost went crazy.

Both enemas were administered by women. The first by my mother. The second by my girlfriend at the time, who is still with me today. An enema with far-reaching consequences.

As someone said, as a child held down on the bed by my mother and a neighbor being forced to take a bag enema, the bag held a quart of water and hung from the ceiling light, the cramps...

I don't remember my first real enema, but I do remember the first few times... I think I was about 5 years old. The first few times, I was laid out on the kitchen table, with a towel underneath. I remember the enema bulb and the container with chamomile tea well. I remember being laid out on my back with my legs raised, or in the knee-chest position.

Oh yeah that memory is etched in my brain. Waking up complaining of a tummy ache and my mom escorting me Into the bathroom.She proceeded to Fill up her Amber latex Folding syringe. She told me to get on all fours on a towel on the bathroom floor. The next thing I know Is that she is Lubing Up A black baseball Bat shaped nozzle With some cold cream.Then I feel this strange sensation of the nozzle going In my little hole. My tummy felt real funny, like butterflies fluttering around inside. I look over my shoulder and there's Mom holding this huge wet bulging bag ready to empty into my tummy. That I hear her say this will relieve your aches and pains down there. Are you ready? Here it comes. CLICK! The sound of the water being released into my bowels. Oh no I thought to myself, i'll never be able to take all this water, as this cold stream rushed into my little hole. It didn't really hurt, It just felt kind of funny. I got about halfway through my treatment and felt this tremendous urge to go. But there was no way I was going to release all that water onto the bathroom floor. So I just sucked it up and continued until I heard that last gurgle from the bag. Finally, i had taken the whole thing without even whimpering or crying one bit. Then I get up and quickly and plant myself on the potty where this tremendous rush of waste and water comes gushing out of me. What a relief, i had done it, I had taken the whole bag and not leaked one bit. Mom said I was a good boy and didn't complain at all.

Mom to the rescue again.

I was about 11 or 12. Given by my mom because I was so backed up. I was so embarrassed and had severe cramping, but deep down I enjoyed it and after that started doing dolo enemas whenever I had alone time.

I remember all my enemas mainly because they started at 7 and soap was always used ivory mostly liquid and I took it fine but now you can’t get ivory liquid anymore and castle makes me feel faint any suggestions

I was 5 years old, and one afternoon I remember that my mother and I went to the house of an elderly lady who lived in our same town. The two of them started drinking coffee and chatting, and they told me to go and play with the lady's nephew. Every now and then I overheard their conversations and I understood that she was telling him that I was constipated and wasn't having a good time (after that I didn't hear anything else). At a certain time we went home and I said goodbye to the lady. In the evening I ate and after dinner I started watching television. My mother and grandmother were tidying up the table and from the other room I could still hear the sound of pots and pans clanking, but I didn't pay much attention to it. Around 9 pm the doorbell rang and I saw the lady we had gone to visit that afternoon reappear. She joined my mother and grandmother in the kitchen and started talking to them. At a certain point my mother appeared and told me it was time to change out of my pajamas for bed. As soon as I got up she took off my trousers and underwear together. I protested that I wanted my underwear, but he told me that they would bring me clean ones now and to take off my shirt too. As soon as he took off his shirt, he held my arms up, grandma quickly arrived with a pot and the lady with a orange enema bulb, a small plate with some olive oil. Grandma held me by the hips and the lady greased my hole by sticking her finger in and telling me to be quiet, it was for my own good! Of course I was crying and screaming and in the meantime he started filling my ass with water. When they were finished, they walked me to the bathroom and held me while I performed the enema, crying. Once the discharges were over, they washed me and while mom dried me, she put a suppository that she had hidden in me and I started crying again. after that I don't remember anything else. but in the following days, mom gave me a lot of glycerin suppositories, so much so that I was scared every time he came near .

My aunt was dead against using soap in enemas . When she was young one of her friends grans had given her friend a soapy enema . The girl had an undiagnosed heart complaint and the sodium from the soap caused a heart attack and she died .

Ever since then my enemas were water ,milk, OJ and variations of things taken orally . Saying that my aunt was a big follower of urine therapy for a while .

I remember very well the black tip covered in Vaseline, on the enema bulb. And also the words, lie down on the bed, and show me your bum. And I was only 7

Quite likely that I hated it! I didn't get too many enemas during childhood but I know that I didn't like them at all. Years later, looking back, I probably, maybe subconsciously, somewhat enjoyed the feel of the nozzle being inserted, and the satisfaction I felt expelling the enema. That played a big part in my in my interest in, and use of, enemas in my teenage years.

A wonderful, thought-provoking question to reminisce; I fondly recall both the insane arousal for what I was about to do and the incredible feeling of the fluid entering me causing my belly to swell. It was at that instant I knew that I was hooked and ready for more pleasure and exploration.

My first enema was from my mom at the age of 9. I had asked her to give me one. She complied by giving me a 4 oz bulb enema that she had just purchased at the corner drug store. I remember how excited I was as I waited naked on the floor for my mom and the enema. She brought a towel, a jar of vaseline and of course the enema. After having me get up and lay on my back, on the towel. She lifted my legs by the ankles and applied some vaseline on my butt hole. She then inserted the enema nozzle in my butt. I remember thinking how similar it felt to when a thermometer was inserted. I felt the warm water being inserted and I was in heaven. I recall that I did not feel a great urge to go. I'm sure it was because she only gave me one 4 oz squirt. I do remember how effective it was as I let loose as soon as I sat on the toilet.

It seems like yesterday but it was my one and only enema from my mom. Never got the nerve to ask for another. I've had many ever since.

As a child, very embarrassed with exposing my backside to my mother and a neighbor as they held me down and forced the nozzle in me, I fought it but got the enema anyway

I don't remember my first enema. I do remember being over my other's lap and the hot soapy water flowing into me and panting like a dog

The sweet smell of Mommy in her loose fitting robe, her finger with the gooey Vaseline and best of all, opening my Lil hiney and slipping the Lil black enema nozzle into me. At that moment, I fell into a deeper kind of love with Mommy.

How long and deep my fathers finger went and how embarrassed I was the first time.

I remember being completely naked, lying flat on my back with Mom holding my legs up and back a little bit (to expose my anus) and her inserting the enema nozzle into my rectum and squeezing the red rubber enema bulb and HOW GOOD THAT FELT when the warm, soapy water squirted into me. At the age of five, it was an experience I have never forgotten and it was the experience, as I have said before on ZITY, that "flipped my enema switch to the permanently on position".

At age four I remember being ill. Mom placed me on top of the changing table. My pajama bottoms removed then mom shaking a thermometer and watched her lubricating the thermometer. After my legs were lifted I felt the thermometer inserted into my bottom. After 5 minutes mom removed the thermometer and heard a gurgling noise that I would latter learn the filling of a bulb syringe. Lifting my legs again I felt the syringe nozzle slipping into me and then the feeling of the warm water being squeezed into me. Mom repeated the fillings until I started crying due to strong cramps and very full bowels.

I guess what I remember most was emptying my bowels on a potting chair bowel. It felt so good releasing my bowels as the contents flooded out of me.

Enemas were repeated twice or more a month which has affected me to this day.