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

I posted this several years ago: https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=member;ox=contrib-posts-forum;u=3242;u=3242;start=125

I still think about that event every once in a while.

Mom started me on regular enemas when I was 5. I kind of wonder what took her so long, but one day I was constipated. She suggested an enema would take care of the problem. She was an RN and all of her cures had worked so far, so, not knowing what was in store for me - three good soapsuds enemas and two rinses - my treatment began.

Back then, we moved around as Dad got promotions. Mom, being the neighborhood nurse, was often consulted by other moms on medical problems. Even though it was the golden age of enemas, I guess not every mom knew how to give enemas. Mom used me to demonstrate on other kids, letting the kid and his or her mom, watch as I got an enema, to show the mother how to give one and the kid that getting an enema wasn't something to be feared.

The usual routine went as follows: After I got an enema, the other kid got one, from Mom. Then I got another enema, given by the mom. Then I got another enema, and sometimes they let the kid stick the nozzle into me and open the clamp. Then when the other kid got an enema, Mom usually let me stick the nozzle into the kid, which was really fun when the kid was a girl, as I got to check out her vulva, but at that point in time, I didn't know what she was concealing inside that slit.

As a little boy aged ten I used to get sick often. My mother who was overseas used to give me enema. After that I went overseas where I still used to get sick when I stayed with my grandmother. Strange enough she wanted me to take an enema. Strange enough though she did not give me an enema but she told my uncle to give me one. We stayed in a very small apartment. So I still recall how I was made to lie on the floor for my uncle to give me the enema while my grandmother looked on together with my other uncle and brother who was 12 years old. It was embarrassing for to be seen by four people while being given an enema. I am not sure I would be able to do it now as an adult. I can only do it only one person giving me an enema something I have yet to have courage to do so.

Fortunately NO!

That would have been HORIFFIC!!

Don't know if I could have retained long enough to help me!!

I have enjoyed enemas from my mother, sister, husband and our swinger groups and for the most part enjoyed them all. Most amount of people at 1 time was probably 12-15 of both men and women. With some helping while actually receiving.

When I would receive them from my Mom and she sometimes would invite in a visiting friend of her's from work (she was a nurse also)

They would talk about how much I should be taking in and how they were going to give it to me.

Growing up in the 50's and 60's, enemas in our house were generally private affairs between mom and me. There were a few times however when one of my siblings would open the bathroom door to ask mom something (knowing I was getting an enema) but probably just wanting a peek. I was embarrassed, sure, but it really wasn't that big of a thing. Everyone in the family was well acquainted with mom's enema sessions. There was a time that my mom's sister came over just as we were finishing an enema. I was sitting on the toilet watching mom rinse and wash the bag and hose out and as she was about to hang it on the towel bar to dry my aunt knocked and came right into the bathroom. I must have turned 6 shades of red. Mom said something like “I just gave him a real good enema” and my aunt smiled and asked me if I feel better. Never forget that one.

I just wrote in another thread that I like being watched by someone who is shocked to see a person (me) who is taking an enema because he enjoys it. Because the person watching does not like enemas, it make me feel like I'm really getting an enema…

I don't remember my older sister back in the late 1940's ever watching me get and enema, so I don't know where my fetish of being watched came from. I don't remember ever seeing her naked or getting an enema either…

My first experiences stem from early childhood at Grand Mother's house. I am the youngest of seven so yes I have had enemas while others have watched. At the time it did nothing sexual for me but now thinking back it does give me a buzz thinking of it. This was during the early 50s out on a rural farm in Manitoba. No running water or electricity, dam how things have changed.

One day I was at my Domme's house when she decided that I needed an enema session. I was not expecting that as she usually love OTK spanking. She knew and she also loves enemas. Well, anyway, it started with an OTK bare bottom spanking. She was sort of stalling like she was waiting for something. She paddled me slowly for about ten minutes when she pushed me off her lap and told me to lay face down on the bed. I obeyed. She had already placed the rubber sheet on the bed when she ordered me to take off my pants, underwear and socks. I complied and waited what seemed a long time. She brought in her IV pole and placed it by my left side. She raised the pole high. in about ten minutes, the door bell rang and she answered the door. I heard another female voice then another. I was in panic mode. Then they all came in where I was butt naked. Joe, said my Domme Anna said. This is Ann and Ellen. They are good friends of mine and they want to see how to administer an enema. I was instructed to keep my eyes forward or all three of the girls would paddle my ass bad. Ellen then said wow, your buttocks are so red already. The three ladies then left and went into the bathroom. I looked up at the IV pole knowing that there will be a full enema bag full of warm soapy water ad three women watching my every move. I heard some talking and giggling at my cost. After a few minutes, Anna came out carrying her red fountain syringe with the long hose attached to her black curved Bakelite douche nozzle. Following her were her two friends. She hung up the bag and coiled up the hose and hung it from the pole. Anna told Ellen to spank me for not looking straight. She picked up the oak paddle and landed six hard spanks on my already red ass causing me to squirm on the bed.

This is how you give an enema. She went into the bag preparation. Fill the bag with very warm water then ass the soap. I like to use liquid castile soap. I put in about a quarter cup to a gallon of water then swish it to see soap suds coming from the top of the bag. I knew I was in for it. Then you lubricate the nozzle only if you feel compassion or just slide the nozzle in dry. I felt my buttocks being parted then the coolness of the nozzle sliding in. Put in in up to the end, she said. Doesn't he look so helpless laying there with the hose coming out of his red ass………. Then she said you release the clamp. Amid the silence in the room I heard a metal snap then the sound of the water flowing in me. It was cool at first then very warm. It didn't take long for the soap to do it's job. I was cramping in no time. I was begging Anna to slow the flow and also know these ladies were seeing me getting my enema and squirming and crying like a child. It was a very powerful time I was feeling all eyes were on me. hen the girls started giggling at me. Finally, the bulging bag was flat. Anna went over and closed the clamp and removed the nozzle. I got up hunched over trying not to leak. After I was finished, I washed up and came back. It was interesting to say the least.

When I was 14, my mother and I visited her sister in California. My aunt was a teacher. As her daughters were grown and not at home, she introduced me to a couple of her favorite students so I would have someone to hang out with during my stay. I went to a dance with them the first night and I ate some junk food. The next day I went sightseeing and the beach then a party.

The following day at lunch my mom observed that I was feeling well and asked if my stomach was upset. When I answered in the affirmative, she said. “I’m sure an enema would fix you up.” My mother offering to give me an enema was not unusual. Ordinarily, I would have agreed but there was another person in the room. Although she was my aunt, I had only been around her a few times because of the geographical distance between us. Much to my dismay, my aunt Marion interjected. “Everything you’ll need is in the bathroom.”

When I blushed with embarrassment, Marion responded. “Come on Diane, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I assure you that your mom and I were no strangers to enemas growing up.” Mom added. “The sooner we get it over with; the sooner you’ll feel better.” She then asked Marion if she would show her where everything was. I knew there was no use protesting. Mom’s mind was made up and her sister seemed to be in agreement. Although I had learned to take enemas and cooperate instead of fighting them as I did when I was younger, I felt very uncomfortable walking to the bathroom with my mother and an almost stranger. When we got to the bathroom, Marion opened the closet door and took a red open-top syringe off the back of the door. She unscrewed a white vaginal nozzle and replaced it with a white rectal one which she took out of a plastic cup on a shelf inside the closet. She handed the bag to my mother then she handed mother some Ivory soap which she procured from a shelf inside her closet. Mom started mixing the soapsuds in the sink and filled the bag. When the bag was filled, Marion pointed to a hook on the wall at the end of the tub. Marion said. “I always positioned mine over the edge of the tub for it.” God things were moving much too quickly. She handed mom some KY jelly and mom lubed the nozzle. Knowing there was no way out and wanting to show some courage, I quickly removed my shorts and panties and knelt over the edge of the tub putting me in an almost knee-chest position. My bottom was the apex of my body and, of course, on full view to those present. To my dismay, Marion made no attempt to leave the room. Although I couldn’t see her, I could feel her presence behind me. I very sub-conscience of having my young ass on view to an almost stranger. Worse yet was when mom parted my cheeks exposing my most intimate orifice for insertion. When my mom unclipped the stop starting the solution flowing, I began to take quick deep breaths as I had been taught at home. Marion commented. “She is a lot more cooperative than mine ever were,” Mom added. “She really is a good patient.” Although I had mom stop the flow twice because of cramps, I took the full bag without incident.

Both Mom and Marion commented on how well I took it. After I held it for a few minutes, I request and was granted privacy to expel the soap suds enema. Mom gave me a follow-up rinse enema of backing soda with I took without incident. Again my aunt, Marion, was present for the administration; however, the second enema was easier to take not only from a physical aspect but a mental as well.

When growing up between the ages of 5 and 10 or so, whenever one of my grandpa's would visit his wife, my step grandmom, would always convince my mom I needed an enema. She would help my mom mix the soap suds solution in the bathroom sink and watch as mom administered the enema with me over her lap. She would comment on how well I was taking it and it seemed I always needed just one more bulb full. Then I had to hold it while walking around in the bathroom to “make it work” as she said. Boy it did work.

I was a first-grader when I started getting enemas, and my sister is a couple of years younger than me. Mom was still usually bathing together together back then. My “poopy time” was usually right before I got put into the bathtub, and my sister usually got put in first while I was on the toilet. There were at least a couple of times that I had to get an enema while my sister was there and in the tub. I think that by around my second-grade year though was the age that mom had stopped bathing us together.

After that though, albeit it was never exactly “right in front of” someone else, it was never a secret when I was getting an enema. If my aunt, sister, grandma or grandpa, all or any, happened to be around or over it was always asked if anyone needed to “use the facilities” first because we would have it occupied for a while. Everyone knew exactly what that meant.

Depends…. Embarrassment can be a great turn on for some people. Others just can't handle it.

I think it would be highly embarrassing. I got them young and never remembered anyone else there.

I have been watched. The mix of emotions is very palpable for me. On one hand, there is the sensation of the water flowing in. On the other hand, I can feel the eyes on me. I die a little. I orgasm strongly, and am so glad when it is over.

Enemas were a pretty common occurence in our small apartment when I was young. We didn't realize embarrassment until we approached our teens.

If it was enema time, anyone else present was aware of the proceedings. That could be grandma, siblings, aunt or close family friend.

With aging, embarrassment became a factor. I enjoyed seeing others, but didn't want spectators due to my involuntary reactions. An adept administrator was A Ok however!

That didn't preclude occasional interruptions however.

@ddell2 It could have been worse, your mom could have asked your sister to do the deed.

@ddell2 It could have been worse, your mom could have asked your sister to do the deed.

Or her daughter could have been there too.

Mom was pretty private about the enemas she gave, even though my sister and I usually knew when one of us was going to get one. Like we would be watching TV together and mom would say, “Cheryl, it is time for your enema.” But the bathroom door was shut throughout the whole thing. It is sort of ironic that from when we were about six and eight, my sister and I were giving ourselves and each other small enemas when we played with the enema bulb in the bathtub, but I never saw my mother give her one. I knew some cousins and friends also got enemas, but I never saw any of them get it.

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Like others have said, my mother was pretty private about giving me enemas. Mind you, she talked freely about it to her sisters, friends, and and medical professionals. I can think of four occasions where I was given enemas with more than the ‘giver’ present.

When I had my tonsils out at about age five, two nursing nuns administered an enema with an enamel can and hose. Although partially screened, anyone passing the bed could see what was happening. Privacy was of little concern.

In 1971 I was in an Army hospital after an injury and was given an enema by a med tech.Again, although screened, the foot of the bed was open to the ward. An army nurse and another female tech stopped and had a conversation with the tech administering the enema. It was embarassing, but, they obviously had seen it all.

I saw a professional a while back, and she asked if one of her collegues could assist her with the ‘procedure’ since she wanted to learn to give enemas. The professional narrated and demonstrated, and her student mimicked what she saw. It was embarassing, but exciting being handld by two ladies. At one point while I was being filled, the novice saw me looking at her ample bust and asked if I “wanted to see her titties?” I nodded and she pulled up her t-shirt. There was a very happy ending!

I have seen another lovely woman who gives absolutely the best enema experiences! In the course of our adventures, one of her housemates walked in and joined the fun. She carried on a naughty conversation in between pokes and gropes. It was unexpected but entirely great fun. Someday I must try it again.

I am normally very private about my ‘proclivity’ but if the spirit is willing, somtimes an audience is thrilling!

I have had several occasions when I have taken enema(s) in front of several women and gotten enemates in the process. I am a public figure so being the center of attention is part of the deal. Being in an intimate circle heightens the senses and you want to perform … draining the bag and displaying a hardy erection under a distended tummy, so to speak. Female enema lovers nipples harden at that. I have jacked orgasms in front of three to five ladies and have taken a strap on as two observers both orgasmed by their own hand. Life is full … live it!

I have seen another lovely woman who gives absolutely the best enema experiences! In the course of our adventures, one of her housemates walked in and joined the fun. She carried on a naughty conversation in between pokes and gropes. It was unexpected but entirely great fun. Someday I must try it again.

Jekyll, it would be great to hear the details of that adventure!!

My earliest memory is of my mother giving me an OTK bulb enema while my grandmother and aunt watched. I believe my grandmother was coaching my mother through the process. My aunt probably came to learn how to administer an enema. I don’t remember if I was embarrassed or humiliated. As near as I can estimate, I was about 4 years old at the time. I may have been too young to recognize my feelings or I didn’t have any that were memorable. The embarrassment and humiliation over enemas (and diapers) came a couple of years later, but never between anyone other than my mother and myself after the first one.

My memory of my earliest enema from my mother was when I was very young, maybe 5 or 6 years old. I had not been feeling well and I think our doctor told her to give me an enema. She called me into my bedroom and had me strip naked and lie on the bed face down after which she inserted the rectal tube which was already hooked up to the enema bag. As I was lying naked on the bed, I heard our next door neighbor lady call out from our hallway. To my surprise and embarrassment, my mother replied, “Come on up” (as my bedroom was on the second floor). I remember being quite embarrassed as our neighbor lady came into the bedroom to see me lying naked on the bed with the enema tube up my butt. She then asked my mother how the enema was coming and they both encouraged me to hold it for awhile after the water was in until I finally had to run naked down the hall to the bathroom. I initially thought that our neighbor lady had just happened to stop by. But later I realized that my had told her that she would be giving me an enema so she came over to see if my mom needed any help with my enema. That started my fascination with enemas.

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

WTAF??

Just from the nurse. It was embarrassing and totally upsetting.

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

WTAF??

Well, it is a kink site!!

At home enemas were a 1:1 experience. In the hospital there were two female nurses present when given an enema--one on either side of the bed and I had to roll over from my left side to my right side during the process so ended up facing each in turn. Belonged to an enema club for awhile. Didn't know how I'd feel about getting an enema in front of others but it was a very relaxed group of males and females, mostly naked. No sex, but could watch each other getting enemas.