Asking For Help With An Enema

I never could get up the courage to ask mom directly for an enema, but knew if I mentioned anything about a stomach problem I could count on getting one.

Actually, asking for help with an enema was one of my former girlfriend's way to begin a role-play erotic enema session. We'd be making out or cuddling and she would whisper something like "...would you mind cleaning me out real good tonight..." or something along those lines. Those were fun times.

Most times I have found when someone needs an enema or suppository and they are asking for help they know there is a problem. And with some proper discussion and their willingness to let you help them you know what they need.

So for anyone with questions or who needs help or wants someone to give them what they need and want then ask or message me.

Happy Enemas!!!!!!!!!

There was a time when I was a child growing up when I would have been embarrassed to have asked my Mother to give me an enema. But, that changed when a next door girl told me that her mother had given her an adult enema with her douche syringe and that it felt great! She also encouraged me to get my Mom to give me one too! Mom had given me enemas before with a small red bulb so I knew what an enema was. I thought about asking Mom for an adult enema, but was a little too embarrassed to do it right away But after a day or two of thinking about it, I decided to do it. So, I went into the kitchen and found my Mom sitting at the kitchen table drinking day old coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. I sat down next to her and took one of her hands. When she looked up at me, I came right out and asked her if she would give me an adult enema. Mom about dropped her coffee cup. I don't think she could believe her 10 year old son was asking such a question. As for me getting that adult enema, no I didn't, not right away anyway.

The closest I got to asking for an enema was when I was in 7th grade, so I was 12. By that time, enemas had become very erotic for me, even though I didn't understand or admit it.

I had been feeling kind of bound-up, which I had finally learned to recognize. I knew what I needed - and even though mom was keeping good track of my bowel habits, she hadn't realized it had been more than 2 days since I'd last had a BM. I remember saying to her that my tummy felt funny. That's all she needed to hear, because her first question was "when was the last time you moved your bowels?". My answer was a non-committal "I don't know." Shortly after that. I found myself in the bathroom with her, pulling down my pants for yet another enema.

Even at that age, I knew the "magic words" to get mom to give me an enema.

I have ask for a enema a couple of times and received them. i have a employee that will give me one anytime plus he will shave my cheeks when i want it done, he ask me if i would give him a enema one time and i did but i dont think he liked it but he didnt say. my mother would only give me one if i ask her and after not having a poop call for a couple of days i ask.

You have an EMPLOYEE who gives you enemas and shaves your cheeks and you have given him an enema????

How does that go on in the workplace?????

We just had a mandated NY State employer training course in sexual harassment among other things and dating in the office between employees and definitely between employees and employers was a bad idea.

Nothing happens during work hours, he is my only employee and the house i live in is only 50 feet from my business. if anything happens it is in the evening or on weekends.

Nothing happens during work hours, he is my only employee and the house i live in is only 50 feet from my business. if anything happens it is in the evening or on weekends.

Your attorney would still get a very horrified look on his face, gulp a few times, wipe his forehead, and then start telling you why that might not be a good idea.

My current enema giver is my neighbor, who is also a nurse. It started about 5 years ago. She gives me enemas every few weeks. I remember I helped her with some house repairs that day, I help her with that even now. She was 25-26 years old back then. So anyways after my work on her house, she offered me to have meal with her in her kitchen. I notice enema bulb, red one on kitchen counter, and slowly our talk was going from healthy lifestyle and into alternative treatments and so on. Somewhat unexpectedly she asked me if I was taking enemas. My reply was: that I do not take them, and I asked her if she would be able to help me with my enemas. To which she happily agreed. Since I told her that I do not have any equipment, she offered to buy that for me. Since then she is my primary enema giver. Only medical enemas so far, mind you!

If I needed help on an enema at this point I would ask my husband.

I have no doubt he would do it.

Since then she is my primary enema giver. Only medical enemas so far, mind you!

So tell me, just what is a medical enema? As opposed to what other type of enema? lol...... 😉

My second wife, who was a LVN gave me a few enemas that were medical.

Come in assume the position

She would insert the nozzle and start the flow then have me tell her when I had enough.

Remove the nozzle then leave, all very clinical and cold.

What's funny is I gave her her first enema in her life and her own bag, she took to it, but it was always a medical procedure to her.

The only times' I have asked wouold be from my Mom ,twice; and whenever I am in the hospital. Yes you can still get an enema in the hospital, but you have to ask.

Well, there are three of us girls here and sometimes four. I on a few occasions have mentioned that I had cramps and thought I would either go lay in the bath or take an enema. It is like dogs with their ears perking up when you mention enema. It is never silent. Someone will ask if I need help. I do the same with them. So I have never had to ask. It would be naughty and sexy.

I will admit I used to ask my wife to please give me an enema because I fumbled so much doing it myself(nozzle kept falling out, etc). 75% of the time she agreed and we finished with having incredible sex. Sometimes I would give her an enema or two as well. 25% of the time she told me I was on my own, don’t mess up the bathroom, I’m not in the mood, and goodnight.

I can ask my wife to take a empty 7 oz Fleet bottle and fill 3 oz glycerin and 4 oz water, warm up and give me a "starter enema" which feels great as works up in me. Then I expel and fill 3qt with warm water, JJ, baking soda and fill by myself. Wish she help with that too but take what you can when you can. She knows I love enemas but she doesn't so no returning favor for her and is not as erotic to her as it is for me. Oh well.

Not many occasions have found me asking for an enema, although in each case I found it some combination of humiliating and embarrassing, emotions that translate as unsexy for me.

I once asked my mother in the small hours of the morning; I was maybe 12 and had awoken with a wretched stomachache that was just enough impetus for me to overcome my shyness about asking, although I recall lying awake in the dark and in pain trying to screw up the courage first, hoping against hope that the pain would go away on its own.

More recently I had to ask my husband to help me after abdominal surgery. His initial distaste made asking very embarrassing, but my bowel had not moved at all in more than a week and I was feeling sicker and sicker but not able to tend to myself yet. Asking was some mix of debasement and pragmatism.

Long story short, I truly hate needing to ask. I’m not sure if it’s a fear of rejection when in greatest need, or what, but it’s very stressful.

My ex-husband and my giver both offered, which removed the embarrassment factor. I remember that telling my giver I took enemas was a bit embarrassing, but he immediately made me feel comfortable and offered to help, and subsequently I could tell him whenever I felt unwell and he’d offer again, very graciously in a way that made me feel very loved and cared for.

My ex was a physician and very no-nonsense about anything that could spare me another bout of emergency-department-level pain, so I didn’t feel embarrassed there, either, but I did feel embarrassed and inhibited about asking him to refine his techniques for my comfort. His enemas could be painful but asking for adjustments seemed too much like telling him how to do his job.

I don’t suppose I like asking for help in most other areas of life, either, but asking for an enema leaves one especially vulnerable.