Being Watched Or Seen While Being Given Enemas

@SwitchableSusie Wow, that must have been a lot of work. Thanks for all you do.

Is there a post with all of the forbidden words and phrases that I can refer to so I don't post anything that I shouldn't?

There isn't a list of forbidden words but we trust members to be responsible. If there is a problem we take care of it.

I don't think you will have a problem.

There is a list of forbidden monikers but we do not publish that. If a new member does use one of those names, we have them change it to something else.

So it sounds as though when we can we should make an effort to patronize Rusch or another company who's shirt is not quite so overstuffed, correct?

Just post responsibly.

So it sounds as though when we can we should make an effort to patronize Rusch or another company who's shirt is not quite so overstuffed, correct?

Not neccesarily. They are just a bit more particular about people using their actual name on the internet. We can use double balloon nozzle and most will know what product is neing talked about.

The thought of being watched receiving an enema has always been an extreme turn-on for me, but I can't say I have ever been lucky enough to actually experience it. I always made it clear, when receiving colonics, that I would not mind being a guinea pig for a new therapist, but never was offered the opportunity. I can't say that receiving in front of a crowd would be very exciting,though.

Years ago, I was referred to a newly-certified colonic therapist who would give enemas in her home, and she gave me a series of enemas using the red bag. I was in my late 30's at the time, and she was in her 60's, and had not had many patients. I think the experience of my total nudity and obvious arousal embarrassed her some at first. I enjoyed several sessions with her. Watching her blush a little was a huge turn on.

@chester89 @SwitchableSusie I appreciate you editing my post rather than deleting it. I don't want to go against the rules and wasn't sure if the brand and/or product could be mentioned by name. Thanks for clearing that up, ladies. Is there an agreed upon alternative for it?

Glad to help!

I am the middle of 3 girls and enemas were very common in our family and also my aunts and uncles families. We usually got them on Saturday mornings at our parent's house since they had a big house with many bathrooms.

All the enemas were given on our parents bed in the master bedroom. There was also another bed in the room where everyone waited while waiting to be called to lay on the enema bed

Before going into the master bedroom, everyone went into one of the other bedroom and got completely undressed so there would not be piles of clothes in the master bedroom. Once we were naked, we went into the master bedroom and sat on the waiting bed.

Our Grandad prepared all the enema bags, and when he brought a filled enema bag into the room, Grandmom would call the name of the person who would be given that enema. It continued until everyone had a soapy enema and a rinse enema. All soapy enemas were given b4 any rinse enemas, so we all had a rest between our enemas, so while waiting, we all watched everyone else getting their enemas! It happened mosly every Saturday for as long as we were living at home.

It varied how many were there, including me and my 2 sisters, a few aunts and uncles, and some of our cousins. It usually took a long time, but liked being able to watch everyone else laying on the enema bed!

Ellie

I am the middle of 3 girls and enemas were very common in our family and also my aunts and uncles families. We usually got them on Saturday mornings at our parent's house since they had a big house with many bathrooms

Wow what a traffic, must be strange and kinky share that whit all family, I at least have had an enema from my aunt.

Inevitably one or both of my twin daughters will see me taking an enema.

It'll be NO FUN!!

I will try to turn it into a "teachable moment" if I can

I think I would enjoy being watched whilst receiving one. More fun than doing it on your own!

I wouldn't normally have any objections to being watched. I would be flattered and glad that I can satisfy someone's desire and interest. I hope that person would want to be involved beyond watching.

I don’t feel I would get into being watched or seen by others receiving an enema. My wife is watching me when she is giving me one. It is such a turn on to me as she watches my every move, listens to my every sound, and instinctively knows what heightens my pleasure. There is an unspoken connection. I believe the intimacy which makes my enemas so wonderful would be diminished if others were present.

I've always enjoyed being watched or seen 'accidentally". As a teen, I often took enemas in front of a picture window in my grandmothers house facing the street. I'd do this in the evening with the lights on so anyone walking down the sidewalk or driving down the street would be treated to the site of a cute teen boy taking an enema. I never had anyone say anything though

No one has ever seen me getting one because I do them solo at home. But, I do enjoy the fantasy of either an older male doctor giving me one and a younger, pretty female nurse seeing it happen, or the opposite, the young female nurse administering it with the older, male doctor observing it.

It depends. Almost all the time I get aroused. My sister and her girlfriend live with me. Sometimes one or both will come in my room and see me alone in my bathroom. Sometimes they will sit on my bed and talk to me while I am doing it. Most of the time they will ask if I was help. Another time that is really hot for me is if I have a new girlfriend and she wants to see how enemas are given. I get really wet seeing her watching my sister or her girlfriend giving me an enema.

Amen tabitha.. the voyeur in me loves watching and being watched not just enemas. for several years i was one 6 women who would "get together" for girls sleepovers or weekends. one or the other of us would often bring a new friend to join our parties but it was always the same core group and always the most wonderful time had by all

I went for a colonic by a therapist I had not been to before. After the initial consultation she ushered me into her treatment room, pointed out the loo room, asked me to change into a gown and then, quite casually, mentioned that her associate would be observing my treatment! uuumm. Actually her associate turned out to be a really nice lady.

In High school, our living room had a picture window, the TV, etc. When alone in July, I fixed an enema and got nicely plugged in. Put a towel on the couch and watched people go by. A neighbor came to the house intending to ring the bell and saw me playing with the red bag and white hose. Half of it was in me and I was savoring the rest of it very slowly. So, Suzie just scooted off and visited someone else. "BUSTED" I moved my activity into the bathroom and completed my little mission. Feeling springy, I went out and cut the front grass and was pulling weeds. My "Peeping Thomasina" found me and plainly asked if it was good? So being caught, I answered wryly, "You wanna try it? " Suzie didn't miss a beat and said, "We might! Gulp, gulp said the little green frog." For the moment, we both knew that was just a sassy remark. "Let's see your momma's opium poppies!" she hollered loudly. And we had some beauties, too. We casually disappeared behind the fence, but she led me to the bench at the back of the garden, breathed deeply and patted it for me to sit beside her. Suzie tugged at my shirt and confessed to gossip of what she saw. Busted, again. I tried to act cool. Feeling bad, she put my hand on her tittie. I froze and was speechless. "Gulp, gulp said the little green frog" she sang in delight to break the ice. Holding dearly, what she had just given me, I turned and gave her a quick kiss. Suzie tapped on her lips, for another. I turned loose of my treasure, reached around her back and pulled her in. Peering into her eyes, I saw sweet Suzie drop her eyelids and melt into my embrace. Oh, my heart was pounding, as we mutually slurped each other in. I did not return to her tittie so as not to scare her, but more wanting to honor her generosity.

I asked her to encourage her friend to just keep what she heard between just us, please. Teasingly, she grabbed my butt and hummmed. Then, with a giggle she poked her hinney out at me and back, turning back to face me with a big smile. So, me too, i hummmed for hers and kissed the air for it.

Only time for me was a double session with nurses jill she got another lady to join us

Most of jer sessions we do 2 enemas and the strap on this time i came in the 2nd fill

Fun fun fun

When my brother, sister, and I were teens, we would give each other enemas in the nude after school once or twice a week before our parents got home from work a little after 6 PM. Was it a turn on for us, “yes it was”. My brother and I were always hard and our sister would always get wet around her vagina. For example, when I gave my sister an enema, I would get hard as a rock and her vagina would get soaking wet. When she gave me an enema her vagina would get soaking wet and I would get hard as a rock. However years later, after I got married, when giving my wife an enema, she very rarely got wet around her vagina. The same was true when she gave me an enema, however, I always got hard as a rock whether giving or receiving. But that’s not to say, she didn’t get turned on, because, she did, she just didn’t get wet in her vagina area.

I have to consider myself an exhibitionist. I video most of my enema sessions and upload pictures here in the images area. I try not to show my face for obvious reasons.

Those who have been to the EnemaFest would likely have some idea of the voyeurism and exhibitionism on hand. Some are into it as observers and others get tickled by the exhibition of self. I think that in the right environment and perhaps some adult refreshments, the idea could be quite enterprising.

Our old school was 10 miles on into town and all on the bus knew each other a little. The following Monday after Suzie and i had gotten to know each other lots better, her friend Daisy coaxed me to sit next to her on the bus that morning. She boldly took my hand and squeezed it. Right off, i knew she and Suzie had been talking again. Daisy asked to see my mom's flowers. Being loyal, i asked if she would bring Suzie to come see them with us. As we got off the bus after school, then each went on their own way. But 30 minutes later our phone started ringing. They wanted to come over and see the flowers together. Inside the fence they took me toward the back door, turning their back on the rows of poppies. Once inside they demanded to see our rubber goods. I swallowed hard, and asked sincerely that we be the best of friends and take care of each other. "Perfect for us!" they sang simultaneously. I took them to the cabinet with the towels and uncovered our rubber goods for them to inspect. Daisy connected the hose to the bag and dangled it over one titty with the hose taught around the back of her neck. Suzie then explained they wanted to play nurse and put water into me sitting on the couch as she sat on the bag. They undressed me, leaving my shorts on and leaned me over the side of the tub. One pulled the back of my drawers down while the other greased me to her heart's content. They goosed me with the fat black nozzle and pulled my pants back up. Daisy got 2 towels and Suzie lifting me up off the tub, turned me around. They both gasped, not expecting what i could not control. Daisy asked Suzie if she could just feel me. Suzie just said, "Well me first, silly!" Each reaching inside my pants with their eyes closed, took deep breaths of wonderment. Life was much stranger than they had imagined. With their nozzle well seated inside me, they eventually led me to where i was first discovered with my curious activity. They sat me down on the towels and Suzie watched me as she eased her sassy butt onto the bulging red bag. "Kantleek" was in raised letters on its opening flap. Daisy stood at the ready and opened the drapes when Suzie gave the signal. And there we all were having a nice after school chat, supposedly about unusual flowers before a picture window... One had draped their sweater over my lap and i picked up a sleeve inspecting the weave. Suzie could not keep still and rocked side to side as their bag full squirted up inside me. I began to moan for them after a couple minutes and Daisy closed the curtains. She came to me and rubbed my tummy saying, "Oooo" and spontaneously reached inside again to appreciate the erection they had caused on me. I could not contain myself and was oozing. Daisy described it for Susie and brought some out for her to appreciate. "Is it good" Suzie purred, picking her feet off the floor. I sighed, "Oh, your day is coming and soon, I hope" with more sighing and panting and good Daisy's hand now wrapped around my swollen thickness. I threw my arms back and gripped the couch, convulsing. Sweet Susie raised off her jiggling nest and hollered, "Well I guess that's a yes then!"

Humiliation sub here so definitely a big turn on being seen. Other than a few people who were paid to administer them to me, I have not done it with people watching in person. For me the internet was a real life changer. The old Y..oo chat rooms actually had an enema room where it was easy to hook up online with others with the same interest. Did several shows there on cam. Also visited the domme/submission rooms where there were any number of people willing to command me to take a bag or two. Sometimes there would be a crowd watching. Always a real turn on for me. With a domme in control, did several open cam enema shows that often involved alcohol and masturbation. I always felt excited doing them whether it was for one person or unknown numbers. The most humiliating ones were just plain soap and water. When I am a bit woozy from the alcohol, it is easy to do things. When you are completely sober, that was really embarrassing and probably the most stimulating. I guess it's knowing you are not under any influence and are doing something very embarrassing for others to see. Almost always blushing and aroused from those shows. And if told to jerk off while flowing or holding. That was complete humiliation and took me to highs I only dreamed of. I really miss those times.

Until I was in my late 20’s only my mother saw or gave me an enema. When i was married my ex and I gave Each other enemas for health and as part of sexual role play. Since then I have Only given enemas to girlfriends or people interested in taking them. I have Been curious recently about be watched again while being given since it has been a while

I've been washed several times once by my wife and her bisexual girlfriend As they gave me an enema Another time Was by my Wife At the time And her sister Both times I was extremely excited to have someone watching I had a raging hardon, so everybody knew this was a turn on for me

Growing up I was observed receiving an enemy’s by family and once by my best friend and his mother. At first I felt embarrassed but after a while I began to enjoy the exposure, especially if I had an erection at the time. It’s still a turn on.

As kids growing up, if our mom needed to give one of us an enema, the other two would receive one as well. There were times when only one received an enema, due to the others being in school, and one home sick. However, when the other two got home from school, they both received an enema. Enemas were a normal sickroom treatment usually administered daily, prescribed by Pediatricians of the day. Kids in a house with a sick brother or sister, also as a rule, received enemas as a preventative measure, generally on a daily basis.

When it came time for us to get an enema, mom would take us to a bedroom, put a rubber sheet on the bed, then place a towel down for each of us to lie on. Then she had the three of us, take all our clothes off, lie down across the bed on our towel with feet hanging half way to the floor in a line from the head to the foot of the bed. One was near the headboard, one was in the middle, and one was at the foot of the bed. Each of us had a pillow under our hips to raise our bottoms up in the air, and sitting on the nightstand by the bed, was a jar of Vaseline to lube our anus, and a wooden hairbrush to keep order.

After we were all in place across the bed, the first one to receive an enema got lubed. Mom got the jar of Vaseline, loaded her index finger with Vaseline, inserted her finger in our anus as far as she could. Then she moved her finger tip around touching the inside wall of our rectum, at the same time her finger was moving back an forth and turning around. This lasted for several minutes and help me and my sister to relax, and I suspect it was the same for my brother. This was my favorite part of getting an enema, because, I’ve been anal erotic as long as I can remember. My sister was just as anal erotic as I was, if not more so, and our brother was kind of in the middle about it.

Mom used our grandmothers three quart pumpkin enema bag and IV stand her mother had loaned her, so she didn’t need to refill between giving each of us an enema. She lubed the first, then slowly give him or her, approximately a quart, so we didn’t cramp. Once the first one was filled, they had to hold the enema with Ivory Soap for about ten minutes. That’s went the cramps sometimes started, hence, the hairbrush on the nightstand, because that ten minutes seemed like a life time at our age. Trust me, it’s no fun getting spanked with a hairbrush, while hold a quart enema with Ivory Soap when your having cramps. It tends to make you forget about the cramps and focus on your, now sore bare bottom.

As she finished giving the second one his or her enema, she let the first one to receive an enema, go to the bathroom to release. By the time the first one was done expelling, the second to get an enema was arriving to expell and hopefully the first one was off the toilet. This was another spanking danager point, if we got into a fight over the toilet. The two that got into a fight, got to wait for dad to get home, and they knew what was coming, a good spanking on their bare bottoms over dads lap with his leather belt... ouch is putting it mildly.

When mom was finished giving the last one his or her Ivory Soap enema, she went to the bathroom, giving the last orders, not to get off the bed until she returned with a full enema bag along with the first two. She had refilled the pumpkin enema bag with three quarts of warm water with salt and baking soda added for our first rinse enema. As the first two were taking their place back on the bed, she allowed the last one to get up and go expell. The first rinse enema was done the same way as the Ivory Soap enema with the same hold time. The second rinse was also the same except for the hold time was five minutes given each time to expell.

This came to and end, the summer of 1957, when our RN grandmother taught my brother and I how give ourselves enemas. Our sister was taught the next summer, then the fun began between the three of us that fall. Over the years, close friends joined us at times through our High School years, sometimes at our house, other times, at their house. We all saw each other nude, and gave each other enemas on occasions, never thinking twice about it. The friends, both male and female, had all received enemas at home in the past, or still did, as needed.

For example, I had a girlfriend who needed enemas during her period for cramp relief, and didn’t like her mom giving them to her. When she realized, we gave each other enemas after school, shortly after we started going out together, she ask my sister, if she wouldn’t mind giving them to her once a month, my sister said, “sure, be glad too.” After a few months, my sister ask her, why don’t you let my brother give them to you, he gives me really nice enemas. The next month, after she and my sister talked, they ask me to come to the bathroom with them. Once in the bathroom, she ask me to give her an enema, I gave her a very slow enema using a douche nozzle, with my sister present. The rest is history, I gave her enemas once a month afterwards, usually every other day during her period and one just after her flow stopped, each time she always returned the favor, given me a real good enema or two, after hers were completed.

We did her period enemas about half an half, between her house and mine. One summer afternoon during her period, we were in her bathroom, both nude, she was on the toilet, I had just hung her enema bag for her rinse, when her younger sister walked. We had both forgotten to lock the bathroom door, and sister saw what was going on, no mistaking what we were doing. Her sister look at the full enema bag, then me, then her sister, and ask, “are you guys giving each other enemas.” Her sister quickly told her, “yes, its my period, please leave.” Her sister then, quickly said, as she removed her clothes, “I need one too.” And got into position before either of us had a chance to say a word. I didn’t say anything, I started to lubed her sister’s anus with my index finger, which she loved, and gave her the rinse enema I’d fixed for her older sister. From then on, when at her house, every once and a while, her sister ask me for an enema. My girlfriend allowed me to give her younger sister an enema, but wouldn’t allow her sister to give me an enema, my anus was her private property. We continued this practice once a month till I went in service after graduating from High School and my girlfriend went to college.

I was really, really shy growing up. On several occasions, my grandmother was present while my mother took my temperature or gave me my enema(s). I would withdraw to some extent and look into the pillow, as I was a bit embarrassed to be seen this way. I was super modest about my body, especially as I was late to develop and self-conscious.