Enemas and Embarassment

Embarrassment is definitely a part of the arousal of enemas for me! I first received enemas at the doctor's office around age 11 or 12, and found them incredibly embarrassing. I have heard that when your brain experiences something painful or embarrassing at a young age, one of the "defense mechanisms" for it is to sexualize what you're going through. For me, that seems to make the most sense for where my enema interest originated. While at the time the enemas were no fun, as I got older the thought of giving or receiving enemas became really hot! The embarrassment part of it is still there and still hot for me, but it's less of a focus than it was when I was younger. Now, it's more the butt play that's hot.

It’s part of what makes it work for many of us.

Mine were never embarrassing. Weren't announced publicly, I was never made fun of, it was just matter of fact.

Now, one given by someone I didn't know, maybe more embarassing.

Embarrassed, humiliated, yes I guess. The steps that grandma took all had solid reasons. Any wet or soiled clothing meant more laundry with wash tubs and a wringer wash machine so naked it was. Peeing before anything began, as peeing while expelling with an erection is a real problem. Expelling with her present as she would be refilling the bag for followup rinse. When I got older I wiped myself but she always washed me with a washcloth before more lube was applied for the next fill. To have to strip naked in front of her and pee while she watched and stand naked and watch her would often cause an erection before the enema position was even assumed.

I posted this previously but this is the event that I believe started me with my fascination with enemas.

When I was around 10 I feigned a bad stomach ache and was sent home from school. My Mom had me lay in her bed in my underwear. Not unusual in our household if you didn't feel well. I thought I had it made. A very close family friend of Mom's was an RN. She put her hand on my forehead and ask me a few questions. A short time later mother came to get me and as I got out of bed she took off my undershirt. We walked to the bathroom. Sitting on the side of the tub was her friend and mother of my friends, Mrs. B.

I noticed towels and a pillow on the floor and a full enema bag hanging. Panic! Before I could act Mom pulled my underpants down and off. Protests were useless. I was totally naked in front of Mom and our neighbor.

They got me on the floor and I vividly remember Mrs. B. put a dab of Vaseline on my hole and insert the nozzle. I heard that click for the first time and water started to flow. I kept insisting I couldn't take any more but my objections fell on deaf ears.

I thought I would explode. Soon she helped me to the toilet. As I started to expel the water she pushed my knees apart and watched for a few moments. Naked, totally exposed and water running out of my ass and totally humiliated Mrs. B patted my knee and left. My mother hung around and filled the tub for me when I was finished.

This traumatic experience stayed with my and grew into something else over the years. Luckily my wife is the best playmate. We do enemas together and to my surprise, she even reenacted this event with me. Our ending however, was quite different from the original decades earlier. In our role play Mrs. B. did more to me then just watch.

I agree that getting enemas in many situations is very embarrassing. However, I find it the embarrassment to be quite erotic as well. You are in a very vulnerable state with your cheeks spread and a hose in your bottom

My childhood enemas really weren’t embarrassing and definitely were not erotic in anyway. But as an adult being given an enema is embarrassing which adds to the erotic nature of the event.

As my wife got older, the became embarrassed at kneeling butt up for the enemas given by her mother, especially since her mother would kneel behind her to hold the nozzle (so with a close up view of anus and genitals). When she was younger she did not mind but then she considered the pose undignified.

Also sometimes her mom asked to see the "results" after expelling and that was also quite embarrassing. Same if mom asked, before the enema, to try one last bowel movement / peeing while she filled the bag.

She obtained that her mom stopped using knee-chest and gave them on the bed, but then she had to hastily put her panties up and dash through the corridor to the loo... if coming across family that was not very dignified either.

Enemas were a big part of my growing up life, it sure seemed that my mom believed that all ailments were somehow bowel related, I remember more than one tlme being called to the bathroom and having the door closed behind me (probably to keep me from trying to escape} and there it was that sauce pan with bubbles dripping down the sides and the familiar red enema marinating in it with my name on it, resisting it was futile as I usually ended up over my mother’s lap her legs holding mine from kicking and one hand holding my head down as I will always remember the slurping sounds of the enema or sometimes called phi sic being filled ,and the glob of Vaseline put on my bun right before the entry and delivery of its contents, over and over till pan was empty, it didn’t matter if company was over or not, everyone heard the struggle creating some very embarrassing situations, now I look back at those times fondly,wishing I could have more sessions just like them.

I did not receive enemas as a child. /some how the idea has appealed to me ever since I first became aware of the possibility os that happening. Embarassment is a huge part of the excitement of enemas as well as med-fet generally for me.

Enemas were usually given by my mother . I would lie on towels on the bathroom floor looking up at her as she held up the bag , and the nozzle firmly in my bottom . When puberty arrived , I began to have errections , and had to lie on my side . I am sure she knew , and that was embarrassing .

Usually it was just us two , but once my dad came in and watched me take my Enema . I found that embarrassing as well .

As far as I'm concerned, the embarrassment lay in the fact that I had to accept, even if I did not agree with it, the decisions of my grandmother or mother. As a young man, he was only embarrassed and ashamed, but as an adult, I do not deny that those memories make me excited.

My childhood Enemas were given by my mother , always on the towel covered bathroom floor . Her announcement that I was going to get an enema caused butterflies and intense anticipation . I would hear her filling that big, red bag , and mixing in the soap .

She would come to the bedroom , and announce it’s Enema time . Then walk me to the bath where the bulging red bag was hanging . I would shiver to think that bag would soon be emptying into me .

Usually I would be wearing only PJ tops . I would lie down on my back so I could see her , and the bag . She would then insert the adult black tip to the hub , and hold it firmly in . I heard the click , and felt the hot, soapy water flowing in .

The embarrassment began when I was 10 or so . The nozzle against my infant prostate , and those bitter sweet cramps , caused an errection . I tried to turn to the side , to conceal it , but I am sure she knew .

From then on I always took my enemas on my left side .

I can remember getting an enema as a small child then my mom calling the doctor and discussing my health with him and hearing "Well I gave him a good enema this morning". Definitely embarrassing and I'm sure led to my lifelong love of giving. I also remember her calling the hospital and chewing them out because she didn't get an enema before childbirth. She was a nurse. She took it personal that they weren't doing their job right.

I also agree with Cheryl who commented that when you give an enema you are in control of that person while you are giving it. It is a very intimate and a very submissive interaction as well.

Moppy

In my early 20’s, I was always fearful that I would get an erection whenever it was necessary to get an enema (which would be necessary if mom detected I might need one). She cured this concern when she told me that it was not abnormal for a healthy male to have such a response because enemas oftentimes stimulated the male prostate. Not to worry - liking an enema did not mean I was a homosexual! Ever since, I have not felt ashamed whenever she or any other woman suggested giving me an enema, even though the mere thought would get me aroused!

You don't have to tolerate embarrassment!

Privacy IS A RIGHT NOT A PRIVILEGE!

In situation where you cant get the privacy, consider oral laxatives.

Had a couple when i was a kid and yes i was embarrassed. mom would always check to see how much we expelled after the enema. she would always open the door to the bathroom when people around.

I had a little embarrassment last night. So now about 32 hours ago, 24 hours after it happend, I had a large enema before ass play. So after 24 hours I thought I need to drop a fart, but I expelled some more water and whatever else came with it.

So what is the embarrassing moment?

I was at work. Had to change my panties and demon jeans. Luckily I work nightshift, but there was a visible wet spot down there.

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Sometimes embarrassment is a tool, especially in medfet. I often did not tell my play partners everything I was going to do (this is before my current relationship--she's my one & only now);

I think that the control aspect of medical fetish is one of the main things "patients" enjoy. I've asked from time to time, and most of the women I played with really got excited over that part. They knew the exam would be complete, but I am pretty sure that most of them did not know about their enemas until I announced them.

I saw more than one woman pretty red in the face over that, and the fact that I often gave the last one knee chest, and made them leave the bathroom door open so I could hear the results.

An oil enema can produce quite an embarrassment if not rinsed out well. You feel like passing gas and oil comes out. I had that happen while playing a board game with a female friend a couple of years older than myself when I was about eleven or twelve. We were at her house and her parents were at work. She washed my shorts and pants and gave me a couple of enemas, a very soapy one using a Higgenson syringe and then several rinses with a fountain syringe and a douche nozzle. She told me that she used enemas often and especially during her period so it was no big deal for her, but I was quite embarrassed. Those enemas were very crampy and she made me retain them until I could no longer hold them in and they gushed out as soon as I sat down on the toilet. In college I also had a few close calls with oil enemas given by a female nursing student roommate

Oil enemas can leak out for hours. A soapsuds enema afterwards then a rinse can cut down on the leakage. If you are not careful a fart can be an adventure if you are not careful. My late partner had a vintage enema can we would use for anything messy like glycerin or molasses. It is almost impossible to get oil out of an enema bag.

You don't have to tolerate embarrassment!

Some need the embarassment to get the enjoyment from the Domme/sub relationship they are a part of. To have the one who is in charge hearing, seeing, and smelling what you are being made to create can be so rewarding. In most instances to have someone there while expelling is embarassing, it can be just what is needed. Both emotionally and sexually.

Giving up your "rights" to be in control is what some are looking for. It is not for eveyone, but don't knock it until you've tried it.

Some need the embarassment to get the enjoyment from the Domme/sub relationship they are a part of. To have the one who is in charge hearing, seeing, and smelling what you are being made to create can be so rewarding. In most instances to have someone there while expelling is embarassing, it can be just what is needed. Both emotionally and sexually.

Giving up your "rights" to be in control is what some are looking for. It is not for eveyone, but don't knock it until you've tried it.

To give up control of your bowels to someone else is very submissive. It can be more intimate than sex and much more embarrassing. The first time I met my late partner Petal I started with a rectal temp before the enema and she got so excited she shot the thermometer about 3 feet. I used to kid her I needed to wear safety glasses when using a glass bumpedy to keep from losing my eyesite!!

What is embarrassing to me is that I can't control my body. I may think I can a lot of the time, or use a safe word but once an enema goes in there's no safe word that will get it out! and the loss of control goes on and on until it's been expelled, only to get another one, maybe. It's erotic too of course or why do it, but that's what is embarrassing, especially if my partner makes a point of playing up not only their control but my near total lack of control of my own body/bowels/cock...