Playing with equipment as a kid.

I always played with the equipment when my mother would empty the cupboard to clean it. I remember asking her questions about the adult equipment, as I only received my enemas with the small bulb syringe.

I can imagine that some people who received enemas during their childhood were tempted to handle or play with the available equipment. It didn't have to be self-administered enemas or attempts at them.

I did the same.

When we only had one rubber bulb in our bathroom, mom rinsed it out with boiling water after use. To drain it, she then placed it with the tip downwards in a tall, narrow glass that had a smaller diameter than the bulb's ball. Every now and then the ball was pressed so that the last drop came out and dried inside. When I was in the bathroom, I would also press and hear the "pffff, pffff". I liked that.

About two years later, a one-liter enamel irrigator was hanging over the bench to the left of the sink. But we still got our enemas from the bulbs, for whatever reason. Especially since it wasn't quite clear to me how the cup was supposed to work.

Once when I was home alone, I went on a journey of discovery. Removed the cup, filled it with water and there was a mess. It flowed through the red rubber hose to the nozzle, and from there in a high arc to the floor. It was only then that I discovered the rotating mechanism for blocking.

So back to the beginning. I hung the full cup on the hook, opened the valve and the water poured into the sink. It was funny... until suddenly mom stood in the door. She said nothing, her looks replaced all words.

About an hour later, mom moved on to the practical part and showed me how to take a whole cup of soapy water. It was terrible, I just cried.

From that day on, the red rubber bulb was retired, with a few exceptions.

I was not quite four when my mom and my grandma gave me my first ever enema from a brand new amber latex travel bag. Afterwards, I asked if I could play with the bag, which they carefully washed and dried and let me play with on the living room sofa. When someone came in I somehow knew to be embarrassed about it, but wasn't quite sure why. ~Diane

Until we were deemed too old to bath together...it means when I started growing hairs.... me and my older sister were taking our baths together. My dick sticking out of the foam always made them laugh...my Mom was often there too.....if she was not, we would give each other enemas with the red rubber bulb, before getting in the tub. I always got hard from it and she would tease me, but I never did it while alone even when I learned pleasure. For me enemas always been fun to be shared.

Growing up it was easy for my siblings and I to play around with the enema bag, because it always hung in the shower at home and our grandmothers. On top of that, grandma gave our young aunts the job of doing our evening bath, including enemas, to give them practical experience. As preteens then teenagers, they were both just as curious and playful as we were. Grandma had a big downstairs bathroom with a large walk-in dual head shower, making it convenient for the girls to put us in the shower together, then get in with us to keep order while they bathe us. Sometimes however, things got rather playful in the shower. With both us and the girls, things could get mischievous or downright naughty at times. Neither us nor the girls missed a thing, including the enema bag that always hung in the shower, especially when things got really frisky.

In the back of a drawer of our bathroom, there were two "infant" enema bulbs that my sister and I used to play with. They make excellent long range squirt guns and we also sometimes while taking a bath would squirt a little water up each other's bottom. Denise

The enema bulb that mom used on us was kept under the sink in the bathroom, within sight when we got out the bubble bath soap, which led to my sister and I taking the bulb into the bathtub with us to use as a squirt gun. After a while, one thing led to another and we were giving ourselves and each other small enemas with the bath water. I think having the enema bulb within sight and convenient to use was a major factor in us learning to use it for fun.

I see that too Cheryl. Like, "Hey ya'll, see if this ain't some kind of happy?"

Our bag, hose and red colon tube was simply in a box under the towels, in the bath room cabinet. As a naturally curious kid anyway, I studied everything in depth, including myself. Some reason, I thought it was a girl's thing, so I asked my neighbor girl friend that was lots of fun, what she knew about it. Not wanting me to get too personal, she simply said it was for putting soapy water inside you body sometimes and wash it that way, too. Having had my mouth washed with soap a few times, I said, Eew uh. Well, it is, she said and added that her parents seemed to like it. Maybe a week later, we were outside kissing in the dark and holding each other tightly.. Taking a breather and wanting some conversation, she asked me if I had investigated the contents of the box under the towels. I told her just exactly about the dimensions of everything in it. But did you put any water in it? Was her seemingly innocent question. I had a raging boner and just wanted to somehow blend with her. Me, "soapy water? Nnaww." Her, Well just plain warm water then,,, (hint),, But me Thinking a cold drink would be better, I asked why would I want to drink warm, you mean Hot water? Her, "No, just try some barely warm." My boner was gone and I was getting up into my mind, squinting my eyes. She asks me for a kiss and does not just take one. Our lips meet and she slides he tongue in too. Then we hear the signal for us to come inside, for the night. And that was it. I struggled to complete my home work. Overwhelmed with lust that I interpreted as love, all I thought of was her. That thing in the box had even less chance than my home work in my mind. But maybe two days later, because of her prompting, my curiosity was allowed to take another look at things and even put water into it, making a mess by not clamping it off. Now I saw the need to fix it onto the towel bar at the end of the tub. Still i'm a keeping her, the picture of innocents. Believe it or not, I put the tube in my mouth and learned to let it run into my stomach without drinking and felt accomplished. But the idea of washing with soap slipped into my thoughts too. And I put it all away. With that I realized my butt was next.

Eventually, I nervously made soapy warm water and bulged the bag with it. Now With this, I will wash my insides, I thought. So, with its promise hanging on the towel bar, I worked the tip of the tube into my butt and turned the water loose to wash me inside. I thought of my little lamb, encouraging me to discover, and with all my senses on high alert. The squirt was amazing and I sprung a mighty boner. The delight overwhelmed me, and I realized she was the rinse causing this indescribable goodness inside me. Leaning back against the wall, soaking her up, I began to get heavy and moaned for her.

As for playing with equipment, Tess and I would take the red bulb down to a stream that ran through the property and treated each other. We also found that we could use a small garden hose with no fitting out behind the barn just pressing it against our butt holes.

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While living on our grandparents farm in the 50s in WV, enemas were always given in the upstairs bathroom. Mom or our grandmother would prepare the red bag for me or my older sister Tess, and the administrator would hang the bag on a hook next to the window.

She would sit on the window seat while recipient of the enema would lay across her lap. After the enema was done, and held for 5 minutes the bag and nozzle were washed in the sink while the recipient expelled.

The bag was then hung in the shower to dry overnight. In the morning it disappeared into the storage under the window seat until needed for the next enema.

If it was one of our two younger sisters, the “red squeeze thing” as Tess called it was used for their enemas until they each reached 5 or 6 years old. The syringe was then placed nozzle side down in the measuring cup that was used to fix our bag enemas, There it stayed until needed again.

On some Saturdays mom, grandmother and our two younger sisters went into town so Tess and I had at least two hours to play with the red bag in the bathroom. I remember one time just after starting her enema I asked her "do you feel it"? She answered with a question, "did you ever get an enema you DIDN'T feel"?

Look for my other posts about growing up on the farm and our move to Philadelphia and how enemas changed there.

I was given enemas to help me go to the bathroom early on in my life. Mostly the enemas and suppositories scared me like no tomorrow. At the same time I became intrigued by the idea of something being stuck up my butthole. I just had a nervous hard to explain feeling. My parents kept the enema bag and enema bulb under the bathroom sink in a cabinet. I one day got ahold of my parents enema bulb and hid it under my shirt and took it into my bedroom. I had it but what was I going to do with it. I played with it and liked the noise it made when I squeezed the bulb. The air flowing out kind of had me in a trance... I was only 5. One day my mom had me down for a nap as she was making dinner. I had already poked a few pens and marking pens around my butthole and playing like I was having enemas a few times but this time was different. I wanted to use the real enema bulb. I knew I did not want to use anything in the bulb but wanted to get the enema in my butt badly. I laid on my back and rolled my legs up so I could get easy access down there to get the enema bulb in it's spot. I remember I was nervous and shook a bit. I got the bulb in its special spot. My butt. It felt great to me. I squeezed the bulb and it made a funny noise while I did this. I remember I removed the enema from my behind and quickly farted a long hard fart. I thought wow that was fun.... I made myself fart.... This was only the start for me and this... LOL...

I never played with it. My parents or my mum maybe, had this red all rubber enema bulb. Like my avatar.

I remember they put it away in a closet we had near the bathroom. I hated seeing that bulb but somehow I was curious, I wanted to touch it, but I never dared.

This bulb disappeared, maybe they threw it to the garbage, I dont know. Maybe they didnt need it anymore, when I was a teen it was gone.

I can't remember how old I was, but it was in JR High school, could have been 12 or 13. In JR High, the boys all took showers together. At home I always took a bath, and wanted to be like the big boys and take a shower. My mother kept here enema bag hanging in the shower. I hated enemas as a kid and had no interest in being near the enema bag. I think I asked my mother to relocate it. Until that happened, I started putting the nozzle up my but, didn't know I needed lubricant, never thought about it. I then got up the nerve to put some water in the bag, in fact I filled it. I was shocked to see how big it was, when I was given enemas it was never that big, this looked scary.. I gave myself my first enema, at least by myself.

I got an erection, next I laid on the bathroom floor, rubbing myself on the tile floor, I then ejaculated. I then repeated the process. The nozzle I used was on the hose, a black plastic nozzle, the same one that was used on me, the size for use on a child. I noticed later the nozzle had change, it was now several inches long and had a curve to it, now I know that as a douche nozzle. My mother moved it to under the sink. I gave myself many enemas with it until it disappeared. Later on I went snooping and found it in her bedroom, it was time I got my own enema bag.

I remember every detail about that bag, yellow amber latex, the hose was the same, the fitting where the hose connected was black, and the rim at the open top was soft black rubber. Gee, I wonder why my favorite bag is just like the one my mother used on me. I've learned that latex bags don't last for ever, so I've had a few through the years.

Bottoms up!

My first play with enema equipment? Oh, that's worth to remember and to tell about. At the age of 6 or 7, I found a strange rubber thing on the side of the road near my house, similar to a hot-water bottle, but with a long rubber hose. Apparently, it had been lying there for a long time and was completely faded and dirty. At that time, I still had no idea that it was an enema bag and what it was for, but I quickly figured out how to use it. I took it by the end of the hose and began to whip on the ground. It was a hot summer, and with each blow it raised a cloud of dust. It was a complete delight! But my mother did not understand this game, scolded me and threw this interesting thing away. It was such a pity!