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

Humiliation sub into enemas here. Definitely a big turn on for me. Anytime I can have an audience while receiving or retaining has always added to the overall experience. I’ve done numerous things while holding and loved every moment. Some things have been really humiliating or degrading, but that just adds to the excitement for me. It’s been a while since I’ve done any shows for someone, but I would love to do them again. Opportunities just don’t happen for me anymore.

@Sweet_Julie & @bridgette, I can relate to you both. My first enema was due to Constipation. After I crushed the fingers on both hands my husband had to take care of me like a mother takes care of her baby. I went through a very short period of feeling sheepish and overly exposed etc. during my first enema. I recall that first necessary enema became the gateway to a passion beyond making love or anal sex. Which I love both! I was taking pain killers so Constipation for a number of weeks mean frequent enemas.

My husband did everything for me. He made my meals, dressed me, shaved my pussy and gave me pedicures and polished my toes. He washed me in the bath tub and cleaned me after my toilet times. Being without hands was a stumbling block that became a stepping stone.

One morning I felt like I had to go #2 but I could not push anything out. I asked my husband for help. And I got it! I sat on the toilet and he walked in with a pair of pink open toe high heel sandals. He slipped the shoes on my feet and told me how pretty my toes looked. I didn't asked why but I liked the look. Next he put an examination glove on his right hand. He knelt in front of me. He dipped his middle finger into a jar of Vaseline and inserted it into my rectum. It did not go far and he told me I was full of hardened stool. My belly was aching as he asked me to push against his finger. He then, little by little was able to gently break up the stool with his finger. I could hear the pieces hit the water. As I pushed he palpated and manually fragmented the hardened stool in my rectum. This was my first fecal disimpaction by my doctor husband and this reminded me of labor and delivery during child birth. An enema followed the disimpaction. A few quick bulbs while still on the toilet! I was looking at the high heels on my feet and was admiring the look of my toes. I felt at ease! At home and loved by a most attentive husband. He knelt in front of me like a man in church looking at one of the beautiful statues. Something was happening here! This feeling of being loved in such an intimate and private way was now becoming quite passionate. I told him, "Put Two Fingers In My Bottom And Keep Them There" Next I said, "Now Kiss Me" As we kissed I pushed the enemas out! Our lips were locked as I emptied my bowels and then it happened! I had a thundering orgasm starting near my belly button and lasting a long time as I pushed and delivered what was left inside me.

What was ever an embarrassment disappeared that day! What Sweet_Julie and bridgette shared I can relate to. Vaginal sex is fun. Anal sex is great but Enema Sex is the best. It's that living on the edge of being bizarre, taboo or extraordinary that's special. So no fingers and Constipation paved the way from half heartache becoming half heaven. And to this day I've never had an enema session without wearing open toe high heel sandals.

Great Topic!

@GyneDoll Wow! Now THATS intimacy!! Thank you for sharing... you and your husband have an amazing relationship!

@CJ1999, Thank You! I would say the reason we have a Rock Solid relationship is this. We have never found it necessary to go outside of our marriage for any excuse. (There Is No Reason) There has never been a question of doubt in either of us. We promised each other the day we were married that we would be honest. We would not commit adultery meant and still means a great deal to us. I have all I want!

I enjoy the adoration, devotion, fondness, warmth and affection. Trust and Honesty! That's The Tickets!

For me, the humiliation is a huge part of why I enjoy being given enemas so much. If it's just me and the woman giving it to me, that's humiliating, partly just from the enema itself, partly from my sexual arousal from it. On a few rare but splendid occasions, I've been given enemas in front of others, and the humiliation of that can still arouse me, just from the memories. Many years ago, at Efest, I not only got enemas in front of others, I even made it into the porn documentary of the event put out by Stonefox. Enemas and embarrassment are an unbeatable combination.

Yes I love the humiliation of being taken control of with no choice of volume or solution being used or position it’s taken in. I like to be verbally abused when this is happening pointing out my excitement over the procedure and my cock standing up dripping. Love to submit as well as be the dominant you can’t really dish it out if you can’t take it .........

Newly married at 22, my husband and I were just beginning to get intimately acquainted when I was critically injured in an accident. Two surgeries later I was released from the hospital and was fortunate to have a visiting nurse and a physical therapist helping me through my recovery. I've written about "Nurse Angie" who was such a blessing in my life for helping me through a terrible time. When I was constipated from the pain medication, Angie got my doctor's OK to give me an enema, and she asked if my husband could be in the room to hold me because I was in a lot of pain.

At first I felt embarrassed, especially if I had an accident. But in her Texas twang, Angie joked as newlyweds, what better way for us to get to know each other? Talk about losing my inhibitions fast! And my loving husband learned how to give a really good enema, which to this day, 34 years later, I still remember and even feel some nice twinges when I think about it.

@Vicki_V, What a beautiful story! I can relate being injured and my husband becoming a wonderful enema giver also. I still get twinges and twangs and I enjoy everyone of them. Thank You For Sharing!

I think embarrassment is a big part of the whole ordeal! As much as I ‘hate it’, I like being embarrassed, definitely a turn on. It does have to be the loving kind of embarrassment, with my best interest in mind - I think the enemas fit into it so well.

You let someone control your basic human need that most people are squeemish about, that’s super loving, intimate and very much embarrassing!

I might be embarrassed if I were seen getting an enema in a public venue, but in my own house or at an enema/BDSM party, you can give me all the enemas you want, watch me shit them back out and I won't give it a second thought.

at an enema/BDSM party, you can give me all the enemas you want, watch me shit them back out and I won't give it a second thought.

You are next level 😃

I'm relatively new to exciting world of kink but gone from dipping a toe to wading.

Although I had a good time I still felt embarassed even humiliated in parts being centre of attention and given enemas with a few watching eyes.

Were you embarassed first few times??

@SwitchableSusie, Susie, That's Military Tough! You would make a great Army Drill Sergeant! Everybody Drop, Front Lean And Rest Position, Give Her 25! Yes Drill Sergeant!!!!!

@JoJoGirl95, I really liked this! You let someone control your basic human need that most people are squeemish about, that’s super loving, intimate and very much embarrassing! Yes it's Super Loving and Very Intimate! After all of our years together there is no embarrassing in me at all. There is great anticipation! My husband is the one that gets the shakes and turns a few shades of red. He gets Tachycardia, a fast heartbeat so we have to be careful. He says, "I can't help but get excited, you lay there in the Exam Table, black stockings, high heels, legs open with you feet in the stirrups, what a view!" "And knowing I'm going to give you an enema soon makes me weak in the knees!" He will rest his head on my leg and I'll put my hand on his cheek. I'll get him relaxed as much as possible. Knowing that he loves me that much is a wonderful thing. And Enemas are to blame! Thank You Enemas!

Yes we know that @SwitchableSusie is military tough and non-flustered, and that @GyneDoll has an incredibly intimate and special relationship with her husband, but @aliciad if you’ve been given enemas in front of more than your partner - then you soar past probably 90% of the other kinksters here, including me! Although I would be on the giving end, I have only ever given to a partner, with no one else present. I’m not too much of a public (large party/crowds) kinkster, although I could see a few couples playing together, and possibly enhancing the desired enema embarrassment of my partner with them present. But its hard enough to find a partner for kinky enema sex, let alone a partner plus other couples to play with! Enemas are on the fringe of kink and even many hardcore BDSM players arent interested in them.

@aliciad Would you care to tell us that story?

The only kind of sex for me is enema sex!

My husband has ED and no libido due to diabetes and various medications so we don't have intercourse. However, he incorporates another way of making love to me. The best I've ever had in my life! I've been married four times and have had lots of good skyrocketing sex but making love to me with an enema bag of warm/hot soapy water while eating my pussy, fingering my g-spot, softly rubbing my urethra or using a vibrator while he clamps and unclamps the hose - is the ultimate. There are times when I get a spanking and an enema! There are times I will cry, yell or moan loudly during my climaxes. (Exquisite agony.) He says that mentally turns him on because he knows he is giving me the ultimate in pleasure!

We have turned the knob up on our intimacy as our marriage has progressed. I have severe constipation from IBS and he asks me routinely how my stomach is feeling and sometimes in bed, he'll rub it. No words need to be spoken. Sometimes he will say softly, "You need a good enema" which is not only true but immediately excites me.

After the enema is given and the bag hangs empty, he follows me into the bathroom and helps me to the toilet. He is there when I expel. He coments on my results (or lack of) and I like that very much. He puts Vicks under his nose so he won't gag from the smell. Sometimes he will rub my stomach to help my bowels empty or get me a warm washcloth or rub my shoulders and gently hug and kiss me. I could want nothing else! If I haven't orgasmed yet, he will try to make that happen while I'm expelling the enema. I love him to keep an eye on what I've eaten and look or listen to my enema results. I love him being in control of my bowels in the most loving way imaginable! He is 70 years old and I'll be 69 very soon. Our souls connect and we are part of each other. God truly saved the best for last.

The only kind of sex for me is enema sex!

My husband has ED and no libido due to diabetes and various medications so we don't have intercourse. However, he incorporates another way of making love to me. The best I've ever had in my life!

@Moms_Egirl Wow, what a lovely post! While I hope I never end up with your husbands medical issues, if I did, I would do/feel exactly as he would. Being intimate and giving pleasure to a woman I care about can be done in so many ways, and it doesn't get more intimate than an enema, from start to finish, and complete with a mind blowing orgasm.

Kudos to you and your husband for continuing to have fabulous sex, even if some parts aren't working!

I had been receiving a monthly high volume enema once per month for several months by a colon therapist, and when I went to her spa on a Saturday afternoon, she escorted me to a room that had a massage table with a plastic sheet and a pillow. She was an middle aged woman with big breasts and a take charge type of personality whom I considered to be very attractive and competent in giving enemas. She told me to disrobe, lay on my back on the massage table with my head on the pillow, and cover my lower body area with a hand towel. She then left the room, and I followed her directions. When she came back into the room, she pulled in a metal tripod on wheels that had a large red enema bag attached to the top that appeared to be full of warm water. I thought to myself that she is going to give me another Epsom salts and warm water enema. She had me position myself so that I was closer to the end of the massage table with my legs up and feet on the massage table in what some might call a diaper position. She removed the hand towel, put on vinyl gloves, lubricated the enema nozzle on the hose that was connected to the enema bag, and began to massage my anus with lubricant which felt very sensual. Instead of putting the enema nozzle in my anus, she asked me if it would be ok for her to bring in four massage therapists into the room whom she wanted to train to give enemas. I was so surprised that I became submissive and agreed to her request. She left the room, and pretty soon she came in with four female massage therapists who were wearing scrubs and whom I estimated were in their 20s or early 30s in age. They were all busty and very attractive to look at. She showed them how to put a gloved finger in my anus to stretch it open and then how to slowly insert the nozzle. When she had each of the massage therapists practice this procedure, I felt embarrassed and then started to get aroused with a semi erect penis. I finally had a big erection by the time the last massage therapist had practiced the procedure. All of the women stared at my erection except for colon therapist who told the women that men sometimes had erections during an enema. Their staring made me feel embarrassed, and I became submissive and followed whatever instructions were given to me during the enema coaching. The colon therapist opened the valve on the hose and the warm water and Epsom salts began to flow into my body. At times she would close off the valve and show the women how to massage my abdominal area to reduce cramping. It felt good when they would practice the abdominal massage. When I was ready to receive a second enema bag of warm water and Epson salts, she had one of the massage therapists practice administering the enema. By then I was feeling more relaxed and less self conscious. When the last of the enemas was administered, and I had walked from the bathroom back to the room with the massage table, I discovered that one of the massage therapists was waiting there for me. She told me that she thought that my big pierced nipples were very attractive on my muscular chest. I asked her if she had pierced nipples, and she smiled at me, took off the top of her scrubs, and showed me her round breasts that had large pink areolas and thick nipples with no piercings. She asked me if thought that piercings like mine would fit on her nipples, and I said yes. I then talked about the pros and cons of having your nipples pierced. She thanked me for the information and for allowing her and the other women to practice giving me enemas, and she then put the top of her scrubs back on and walked out of the room. Ever since I had that experience, I tend to become easily aroused when I am being given an enema. I am curious as to whether anyone was observed by others during their enema. I am also curious as to how that made them feel during the enema.

I am the middle of 3 girls and thats how the 3 of us and our cousins got enemas. Im 45 now and still remember those experiences!

Ellie

Reading this makes me glad I was an only child!

I've mentioned before that one of my sisters and I got enemas together, so technically I've been watched getting an enema. However, since my "watcher" was getting an enema too, there was no embarrassment. We grew up with enemas, and never even gave it a thought. I have never been the main attraction of an "enema show", and do not ever want to be. I find the thought to be ridiculous! The only people who ever watched us getting enemas were our grandmother, mother, and her sister, all of who also gave them to us. Again, there was no embarrassment.

I haven't, but my dream is to get to an Efest and receive one as a demonstration for others, perhaps in a seminar on inflatable nozzles.

I would enjoy going to an Efest and being the recipient in a demo, Think it would be hot and exciting! 😜

For as long as we lived at home we all received enemas on Saturday mornings, so everyone else who got enemas watched us, but we were ok with it since we watched them also

Ellie

@mike45 said, 'I would enjoy going to an Efest and being the recipient in a demo, Think it would be hot and exciting! 😜 '

That doesn't sound half bad at all and it probably wouldn't be a bad experience either. 😉

I really get off watching someone get an enema. There is just something about the submissive position, vulnerable rectum. And while all of that is great for me, and I love playing with a woman when she is "full", teasing her a bit on her nipples, breasts and abdomen/pussy/thighs, it only gets better when I take them by the hand to purge themselves in front of me. I love it when the resist, but I just stand there and wait because I know in the end they will have to submit to the enema's contents, and when they finally do purge then I know that I have conquered whatever their remaining resistance is to me, they know it and I know it, so almost always they become so much more submissive and willing afterwards to whatever I tell them to do. I'm not mean, just controlling/Dominant...and that's why they've come to me, so why pussy foot around it?

@aliciad said

You are next level 😃

I'm relatively new to exciting world of kink but gone from dipping a toe to wading.

Although I had a good time I still felt embarassed even humiliated in parts being centre of attention and given enemas with a few watching eyes.

Were you embarassed first few times??

No, because I grew up in a house where we didn't always close doors when we were naked or in the bathroom. We didn't purposely leave them open, but we were occasionally seen in various stages of undress and or in the bathroom. As parents, we didn't close the doors so our daughters could see us go as a natural process in the course of the day. I have had many interesting and important conversations while I have been on the toilet. Other animals don't hide when they excrete, why should we?

I have posted in the past that I worked the embarrassment thing to my advantage by making OTHER people feel embarrassed because as I have posted

people should lighten up and loudly, proudly fart, piss and shit so they can get back to whatever they were doing instead of hiding in the stall, waiting for the bathroom to be empty so they can quietly let the urine drip out and slowly quietly squeeze out little turds and god forbid fart, lest anyone hear them from 50 feet away.

Only times I have been given (and given) enemas in front of more than one person, it was a very mutually exciting experience. I don't recall any embarrassment as it was a mutually shared experience and we all knew what the outcome was. Part of that is being comfortable in one's own skin.

It's the same feeling as walking onto and being in a nude beach (or running a nude 5K race at locations where such things are sponsored). I could see where, if you were the featured entertainment, you might feel vulnerable. But even in that situation, unless someone was really out to hurt you, this is "the show" they came to see and maybe contribute to.

Queue Emerson, Lake, and Palmer's Karn Evil 9.

It was all pretty private in my household. I'm an only child so no other siblings that could have watched, and never in front of other relatives, neighbors, etc. Kind of a shame as I think it might have been exciting (at least now)! Even the enemas I got at the hospital for tests (barium enema) were private, other than the professionals that would be expected to be present.

When I read some of the stories other's have shared, I have to wonder what it would have been like if I had been in their shoes, or rather, on their bed, lol....

I had a female cousin a year younger than I and she was present when I got enemas from her mom. I also witnessed her getting them. I remembered my aunt saying to her, help me give him an enema. You have to know how to administer them as when you have your children. She did not insert the nozzle in me but saw every step from assembling the bag to it's prep. I remember how cute she looked when she was on her tummy with the black rectal nozzle and hose peeking out from between her buttocks following the hose up to the hanging amber latex bag. I watched as the bag emptied it's soapy water deep in her.

Always! I was tag teamed: mom and dad or mom and a neighbor. I remember one that I received not only witth my mom and dad present but also my aunt, uncle and three year old cousin there.