Honesty, eroticism, secrecy, and the ENEMA

For many of us the erotic attachment to the enema and our anuses came about in an innocent way. We were introduced to them by family. Though not necessary, the enema and bowel activity has been associated with secrecy, taboo, privacy, shame and so on.

An adult can recognize the anus as a normal erotic zone and enjoy it as desired with out the shame, secrecy etc. It is our anus after all.

However the naughty and privacy aspects are assumed by the public.

My question for us is: Even if we have grown past the embarrassment etc. doesn't the connection to taboo, naughtiness, secrecy add to the delight many of us have for the enema?

[color=#000000]My question for us is: Even if we have grown past the embarrassment etc. doesn't the connection to taboo, naughtiness, secrecy add to the delight many of us have for the enema?[/color]

Alone or with my husband, the enema is as natural as breathing.

The embarrassment, taboo, naughtiness and secrecy really becomes a factor when I am giving an enema to someone new, usually at an S&M party or event. Now that I think about it, when my husband gives an enema to me at an event, I do have those feelings, but I am also a bit of an exhibitionist and love to be examined at an S&M party.

Some years ago, I read a pop psychology book (can't find it or remember the title). The author said that we tend to make things right for ourselves by eroticizing things which had traumatized us when we were children. That seems to explain several of my fetishes. As a child, I was given enemas in a way and in a situation which was very humiliating. I dreaded and hated enemas. I also would have been very embarrased to have others learn that I had been given an enema. But when I reached puberty, I was surprised to find myself enjoying enemas in a sexual way. Likewise, I was punished several times for soiling myself by being forced to go bottomless for several hours. That would explain why I am turned on by wearing a shirt or other top with my bottom naked.

I can relate to that Charlie. Humiliating and embarrassing was the way the enema was administered to me as a child. I always cloaked having an enema in secrecy even in the early years of my marriage. Now I openly have my colonic even with my wife entering the room. She knows that it is what I do and has accepted it though she will never understand it. There is still a naughtiness to it yet It is something that I find very erotic. The filling and hanging of the bag. Looking at it all distended. Then seeing my belly swell as the bag empties. This of course is happening secretly behind a locked door.

Just keep control of the info. Only the people you are really close to, and around whom there is not really any such thing as embarrassment ever needs to know about your enema taking.

I can relate to "Why Not" posted below. I received them as a child for medicinal reasons, (I think), as all of a sudden, I was being called into the bathroom only to be greeted by the bulging red bag, with the black tip waiting for me hanging from the shower rod. As years have passed, I grew to enjoy them, and relish the retrieving the kit from the cupboard, filling the bag watching it's sides bulge, the insertion of the tip, and release of the clamp. The wonderful fulness that distends your belly, and finally the release.

Like many others on this board, my wife did not grow up with them, claims she has never had one, and will not participate with me in the process. She does not understand the draw with them, and claims she does not want to play with poop. I tell her that is not the case, but she will not budge off her thoughts. So I go it alone, mostly when she is not home, as I like my time to be uninterrupted and have listening ears to what is going on behind the bathroom door.

As I grow older I become less embarrassed.

I suppose the secrecy and 'taboo, naughtiness' may add to my delight but the chief deliciousness is the wonderful feelings and the memory of past events.

I think there is something about the secrecy which enhances the who subject of enemas for me. None of my friends or co workers would ever expect that I would have such an interest in enemas. I can relate to others who hide it and keep it a secret. Even the mention of the word enema in a reference to something else. Like when someone says " what they need is a good enema" get me aroused

The secrecy is everything to me. The enema for me is a somewhat embarrassing, secret, fetish I share only with those online and myself.

Because their official intended purpose is one of the most private things for people, seems like it would be only expected that thinking about them and doing them to get off would be even more private (even from your partner). But all that's fine...I think it adds to it.

An enema shared between two like-minded adults is the Mt. Everest of secret, private, anal erotic activities for me. Seems like few reach the top, but for those that do the rewards are there. I'm a very private person and would be mortified if "outsiders" knew of my lifetime enjoyment of enemas. One of the many reasons I enjoy being here.

For me, the taboo and secrecy are a big thing even after all these years.

How many little girls are going to admit they like sticking their finger and other things in their ass? Not very lady-like.

As a teen I would not admit to my friends that I liked enemas. Even my friends who I knew also got enemas would not admit to liking them.

Can you picture the conversation with your co-workers or friends now? "So, you give yourself enemas when you don't need one, for fun?" "Really?"

We are in good company here, but to the general public we are weird at best.

Enemas with me are the secret of all secrets. Its my first love. I share this with no one. My wife of 65 years doesn't eaven like the word. All my enema equipment is hidden.. Take them any time I'm alone. One fear, getting caught, then again just about don't give a dam.

I didn't receive enemas while growing up. I was introduced to them through my sub. They were enjoyed by him in a sexual manner (and he didn't receive them growing up either). I have taken them but have not found the enjoyment of receiving. But I do enjoy giving them.

I don't usually think of them as taboo. What my sub and I do together for sexual enjoyment is our business. I do keep them a secret from pretty much anyone we know in the vanilla world. They would probably think of them as evil, nasty, and weird (little do they know what they are missing).

But in the back of my head I sometimes hear a little voice that reminds me that enemas (and any of the kinky things we do) are dirty and nasty. Maybe that little voice is part of what makes this arrangement with my sub so enjoyable. We can do what we enjoy (each in our appointed role) together.

Privacy and secrecy are a real part of the entire experience of erotic enemas. I never talk about me pleasure and need for enemas with my friends. I guess that is part of the turn on for us. Naughty but nice for me.

I've often thought that the secrecy was a part of the stimulation, quite like lingerie, the partially hidden adds to the erotic context. When I think of giving myself and enema or playing with my toys, my next impulse is to hide, to be secret, to keep this part of my life away from others. If you first lock the door, then you know you are putting limits on the outside world; defining your private sexual self.

All of which has been written on this post is real and true.

The American poet Anne Sexton (Pulitzer Prize, 1967) has a line in one of her poems: "Oh the enemas of childhood/the secret shame." Seems to denote the hidden pleasure of the bag. She was a deeply troubled person, writing intimate details of her relationships, the body, etc. Suicide in 1974. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Sexton (I heard her read in 1968 at a small college; traveled with a band called Anne Sexton and Her Kind. Did recite the "enema" line).