Were you ever given enemas in front of others, and how did that make you feel?

When I had my barium enema I was given a tap water cleansing enema first. the x ray tech gave it to me, and she had a very young and pretty student tech with her watching. I really enjoyed it, as they were both so very nice, very compassionate

An enema is a very private matter!!

Always has been, and for me always will be.

I have less-than-complete privacy, I don't take an enema.

What's so hard to understand about this?

When I was in my 40s I was living with a gorgeous girl from the Eastern Europe who was 23 years old. It was the tail end of the communist era and she had never been abroad.and was really awed by our lifestyle in Europe.

After a while we managed to get a visa for her mother to visit and stay with us for a couple of weeks. The mother was actually a year younger than me and quite attractive. A trifle bizarre really. A few days into her visit she was feeling unwell probably because she over indulged in the rich and varied food.

Now, although I come from a predominantly medical family, enemas were not something we resorted to very much at home. In fact I only remember my eldest brother getting one once, and this was done at the clinic which was part of the family business.

I digress. She decided that she needed an enema and asked if I had any equipment in the house, which I didn't. She was surprised because she expected every household to have it. Enemas were routine in her country and asked her daughter if she'd had one since she moved in with me. This was still quite early in our relationship ( which lasted for 5 years) and the girl was shy to discuss such matters in front of me. She admitted sheepishly that she was too embarrassed to tell me. Mama was annoyed.

A kit was acquired and they were in the bathroom where she insisted on administering to her daughter. I was downstairs but could hear that there was some altercation going on and the girl was protesting loudly. The mother called me to go upstairs and into the bathroom. I stopped in surprise! My girlfriend was bottom up, naked on all fours on a towel on the floor with the nozzle inside her and the bottle hanging from the shower rail. My heart was pounding and I found the whole scene incredibly erotic. She was so exposed! She was complaining vigorously with Mama, because she didn't want me to see her like that. She turned her head away and buried her head in the towel in shame. I made to leave and give them some privacy but the mother insisted I follow the procedure so that I would know what to do when she returned home. She withdrew the nozzle and showed me how to reinsert it and open the valve. The girl was trembling with embarrassment and although she was really uninhibited and she'd walk uninhibitedly naked around the house and we had been intimate, she was truly unhappy that I should see her like that. Her mortification further excited me. It's one of my erotic triggers. She was let up and told to stand still before she sat on the toilet. Assuming it was all over, I was was about to leave the room but the mother stopped me and said she wanted me to give her her enema. I didn't object as by this time I was on fire and was relishing the whole thing. I was in erotic paradise. She washed the equipment and set it all up. Then she removed her jeans and panties and assumed the same position her daughter had been in. Oh my God!

I really didn't know what to think and it was so arousing and exciting, my hands were shaking as I inserted the nozzle gently. Deeper, deeper she insisted. My head was spinning and I was feeling giddy. My penis was about to burst out of my trousers. The girl suddenly gave a yelp, sat down quickly on the toilet and let go, gushing noisily. It was almost too much of an experience. Too much all at once.

So there I was, nozzle in hand, a grown woman's naked backside and fully exposed genitals in front of my face and a younger naked woman evacuating her bowels a metre away! Her vagina was dripping! The damned woman was loving it and in front of her own daughter!

Wow! After her shower I rushed my girlfriend into the bedroom and we had some incredible sex. I'm pretty sure Mama could hear our noisy lovemaking. I was so turnedon.I I really wanted to have a go with her too, but thought it politic to refrain. It happened at a later time. But that's another story.

I didn't develope any fetish after this experience and the girl gave herself enemas in private. She made no secret of it but she preferred her privacy. I was comfortable with that.

And that long winded account, ladies and gents, is my only ever experience with enemas.

@Swat - Incredible!! Now let's hear the “other story”…with gf's MOM!!

Thank you @duhwizzard . That tale doesn't involve any enema, so I don't know if this is the right place to post. I have only started posting recently (lurking for ages) and I'm not sure where I should tell that story.

Sister, aunt, father, grandmother, neighbor. I had no problems with other people seeing me get enemas. In fact rather like it. Was never any shame associated with enemas in our house

As I have run three enema party groups (two on FetLife), I've given and received many enemas in front of a fairly large group, and having others watch (and join in) is a big turn-on for me.

Yes only just once.

There seems to be someone on this forum who somehow sees enemas as some sort of public performance, like a concert!

There was some crazy performance artist (a very attractive woman) who took small enemas of water color paint and then expelled it on a canvas or other surface. I gather she cleaned herself out first.

Not sure what search terms to use to find this.

Jon

Yes, but it happened because I thought I had the house to myself. My mother and grandmother supposedly had gone shopping, but they returned to the house because my grandmother had forgotten something. I had just filled the red Rexall Victoria combination syringe with warm water, Ivory soap, and a little salt and was in the process of blowing additional water into the bloated bag, when I looked up and there stood my mother in the bathroom doorway. I was shocked to say the least. My mother just stood there looking at me. I did not know what to do. Finally, my mother spoke saying “Mike, you can continue blowing the rest of the jar into the bag! Don't let me stop you… ” So,, I continued. Meanwhile, my mother called for her mother to come to the door saying “Mom, you need to come here… Mike is about to take a big enema!” When my grandmother came to the door my mother entered the room just as I had blown the last of the water into the bag. She reached down and picked up the enlarged bag and hung it on the nail above the toilet which was put there for that purpose. Water immediately began to enter the tube…. blop, blop, blop. Mom, then, told me to take off my shorts and kneel down into the knee chest position. As I did, my mother went to the white towel cabinet and returned with a small jar of vaseline. She, then, sat down on the side of the bathtub and smeared some of the stuff onto the hose's nozzle and then onto my butt hole. Before I knew it the nozzle was placed into my rectum and the enema began. My grandmother watched as the enema entered my body. Nothing was said until all of the water was out of the bag and into me. At that point, mom patted my back and my grandmother said “Mike, I can not believe you took that much water! Goodness son!” With that said my mother said “ok, Mike get up on the toilet and let it out. We are going back shopping. We will talk about this when we get back home. Also, you know don't put the bag and hose up until they both have air dried!" With that said, mom and grandma left.

Never any privacy as after me getting my enema, as Brother and Sis's followed, and usually before I finished. Nakedness was always a given if they were next.

Mom would be cleaning up / refilling the equipment as she smiled at me while I farted and plopped turds. Worst / embarassing part was IF Mom wasn't satisfied, another enema was given in front of them

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Because privacy was practically non- existent until I was 13, there was usually a few spectators when mom or grandma gave enemas, suppositories, or RT's.

That's what fuelled the teasing between myself and older sister. My younger sisters were out of the loop inasmuch as they were 4 and 6 years behind. They were too young to understand the significance.

I wasn't offered the privacy that my older sister got as time went on, although the prep was still exciting until the door was slammed.

Only in the hospital and it was embarrassing

@waterbottom I would really like to participate in something like that

@dobbs_asdf

The parties were a blast! One of my biggest turn-ons is being watched as I'm being filled and made to masturbate to climax in front of a group of like minded folks.

It was a never a planned thing for me growing up. If my grandmother came over or another female relative it was no big deal. But any male other than my stepdad was a no-non and the door was immediately shut. I honestly never thought much about growing up. Now I realize it’s a big deal for some people and that’s fine too. I totally respect that