Childhood enemas sitting the toilet

Like a few other members my Mother was always the one seated on the toilet with the lid down and a towel across her thighs. Then Mom would guide me to lay across her lap and most often I was already bared from the waist down however if not she would remove my garments before I took this position. Then of course I vividly remember Mom lubricating my anus and then hearing Mom say, "now relax your bottom sweety and do not tighten up". Then came the insertion and the flow of the warm water filling me which is something no one forgets. Mom was always very gentle when giving me an enema but at the same time I knew very well that if I became uncooperative she would not hesitate a moment to spank me. Mom would have me a hold it for a few minutes and "let the water do it's work" before she had me stand up, raise the lid and depart allowing me to "go potty". After a few minutes Mom would return to the bathroom and again have me across her lap for another filling. Looking back several years later this was not an unpleasant experience whatsoever but a time of Motherly concern and the caring of her son. Addressing this into adulthood I now believe that the giving/receiving of an enema between a couple can be very conducive to increased closeness and intimacy for them.

I was given my enemas by an enema nurse who always used the bag; however, once in a while she would use the red rubber 10 oz bulb on me while she was seated on the toilet with the lid down. She was an x-ray technician who gave many many barium enemas at the hospital.....and she gave me barium enemas to begin with. She would fill the bag with three quarts of barium enema and hang it in front of me and watch me squirm. She made me take enemas on a regular basis when she baby-sat me on the weekends. That is what I still think about....her giving me bulb enemas and bag enemas on the weekends when my parents were out of town. She was a beautiful, understanding and very firm enema nurse and she knew exactly what it was doing to me - what it was making me - her enema boy.

My love for giving enemas and anal-rectal treatments to the anally erotic submissive woman stems from what the enema nurse did to me. I know those types of women need it as badly as I want me to give it to them.....they just want me to put it in and take it very badly. My only interest is in women who need and desire to have a man give them enemas - all stemming from what the enema nurse did to me.

Looking back at that image years ago: my enema nurse sitting on the toilet with the lid down, waiting for me, enema bulb in her hand, pointing up and lubricated, her looking at my penis as I came towards her in the bathroom, my looking at that enema device and at the huge bowl of hot soapy water beside her, knowing that she was going to refill the enema bulb over and over and keep giving me enema - all of that is indelibly etched in my mind, and I still think about it when I give a woman her enemas.

And also the image of the same enema nurse, sitting on the side of the bed beside the IV pole from which she had just hung the three quart bag of hot enema; she was holding the black curved bakelite enema nozzle in her hand, vaselined and ready, pointing straight up in the air, waiting to give it to me. She always looked at me directly in the eyes, never saying anything - her eyes said it all - waiting to put it in. And again, I stood in front of her, naked, and knowing that she was going to give me enemas all day long.

Whether she was sitting on the toilet or on the bed, she always wore a thin blouse so that her hard nipples pushed out prominently in front of her - straight at me. Thus, I always associate hard, thick pink nipples with the woman who is administering the enema or taking the enema.

All I can tell you is that the woman of authority, the firm, understanding woman who administers enemas to men - be they young, middle age or old - is both my dream and my reality. It is the feeling of her hand on the bulb or the nozzle, having put it in and holding it all the way up in me, controlling the enema nozzle and the enema - total, complete enema control over me - that is what I am thinking when I am giving it to the anally erotic submissive woman who just HAS to have enemas on a regular basis. THAT is what I am feeling and thinking when I have it up her, all the way up her, turning it and moving it in and out of her rectum, giving it to her, making her squirm and moan every time I work it and/or give her the fluid, cupping her breasts and rolling her hard nipples, listening to her groan out loud, louder and louder, as she gets wetter and wetter and approaches the inevitable, full body enema orgasm she has been thinking about and WANTING all week.

I don't remember much about the release other than happy to be done with it. All my enemas were on mom's bed or bent over on a stool in the bathroom. I would never give an enema on the toilet except maybe over my knee. You are fighting gravity sitting.

Took the meaning of the title a different way, as it reminded me of when young sitting on the toilet with nothing happening. It wouldn't be long till through the bathroom door I'd hear my mom calling out, "Any luck yet?" On, no I'd think to myself, while straining a bit without success... but answering "I'm okay!"... not to longer after, mom would be at the door, saying "okay, let me check.".... One time, being clever, I took a bunch of toilet paper and dropped it in, hoping to prevent observance of an empty bowl.. But anytime it reached the "let me check" point, I was done for, and I'd be left sitting on the toilet, only to hear the familiar sounds of the metal pot and box of Ivory Snow being taken out.

I think all of our moms learned the same enema procedure. In my case it was always as I lay over her lap as she cajoled me to relax and take nice deep breaths. According to her that would help my body draw the enema up higher into my bowels and be more effective, but it did have the effect of getting me to focus on my breathing rather than the warm soapy water that was flowing into me. I never recall getting cramps from any of her enemas so I guess she was really good at it. Growing up I was not fond of getting an enema and would try to talk my way out of one, but it never worked because she was very determined that I got a good cleaning out.

I never got an enema sitting on the toilet. All mine were face down on some towels on the bathroom floor as my mom used the bulb syringe on me. Naturally, after she got done using the syringe on me, I ended up on the toilet as I emptied my bowels of the Ivory soap laden water and the nasty stuff that had me plugged up.

Growing up my enemas were otk, till I was to big then over the tub.

A boyhood friend told me his mom gave him enemas while he was sitting on the toilet. He said she'd fill the bag with warm, soapy water and hang it on a purpose installed hook in the wall above and behind the toilet. She'd then lube and insert the nozzle while he was standing in front of the toilet, open the clamp, and have him sit down on the seat. She'd stay for a minute or so then leave with the water still flowing in. As soon as she left, he'd pull out the nozzle and poo out the solution.

I never found out if the enema actually made him poo or if his mom checked for results or what happened if the enema was not effective.

Never tried to take an enema while sitting on the toilet. As a child or an adult.

I've always had a bed, or at least a floor mat and some towels

The only enemas I ever took while sitting on the toilet were ones I gave myself, and I didn't care for them. Too hard for me to relax and enjoy the enema while trying to hold the nozzle in place without leaking while draining the bag. Balloon cath would probably work, but still isn't a comfortable position for me. And comfort is primary with me. Mom's enemas were either laying over the toilet or the side of the tub or on the floor, never in a sitting position.

The second of the only 2 enemas my mother gave me I was on the toilet. I assume that was to eliminate the risk of an accident. The first was laying on my back in the tub, presumably also a "safe" place. Both were with a bag.

Nowadays the toilet would be very low on my list of places to take an enema.

I never got an enema from mom or grandma while on the toilet. They were usually in the bathroom so the toilet was close by. I have given myself an enema or two while on the toilet. Sometimes the enema is being particularly difficult, not being able to take and hold more than a quart or so in my regular position. Then I will finish taking the rest of the bag while sitting on the toilet. It is not a preferred situation but sometimes we must improvise.

Starting as a 6 year old child and throughout my teenage years, all of my enemas were given on the toilet with Mom in front of me, raising and lowering the bag and clamping the hose on and off.

OMG I can remember those days sitting on the toilet trying to go potty without being able to go. You all know what happens next when mom would come in to inspect. Out comes the bag from the closet with the hose, and nozzle. Next is the vaseline jar with the ivory liquid. Those were the days!

Hi,

As a child, I never had enemas in sitting. I always had to kneel in front of the toilet on all fours. Then my mother pressed the contents of two or three bulb fillings into the intestine. If the following result was not as desired, the procedure was repeated several times.

Regards

Neptun

My first girlfriend got her "Mom enemas" on the toilet. She said she always cried, begged her mom not to do it, begged her to stop. Her mom was apparently an "efficient, but not sympathetic" giver. I gave her enemas regularly, the first coming when she didn't want her mom to do it. I always gave them to her on her bed, either lying on her side or bottoms up. She didn't mind them from me, and I often used them to help her with her period cramps--hot water, not huge amounts of water, and she found them soothing, but of course thought I was obsessed, as of course I was. She did like never being constipated as long as she was with me.

I never had an enema sitting on the toilet. As young child I got the bulb OTK while mom sat on the toilet. And I would get generally four good bulbs of hot ivory soap water. Then of course i would have to hold it for several minutes to let it work. I do remember on a some occasions, sitting on the toilet attempting though to poop and my mom would check to see if everything was alright and if I didn’t go or wasn’t able, occasionally a suppository would be given but more often it was enema.

One thing I noticed, now that i do enemas on the toilet, is that more cramping occurs, It seem that since I am sitting upright any air in my colon is pushed up farther into my colon. Especially noticeable in the transverse segment

I was always got my enemas sitting on the toilet. I would have to lean forward while the nozzle was inserted then I could sit back while I was filled. I always got bad cramps from having to be in that position. Much more comfortable now days being on my side or on all fours.

Enemas from mom were over the lap with a bulb syringe or when older on knees leaning over the edge of the tub with a bag.

Many a time when sitting on the toilet after receiving my soapsuds enema I would think about not having to have another enema that day. Mom and sometimes Grandma would be waiting in the bathroom for my results talking about "she might need another enema".

I can only remember one enema that I had to take while sitting on the toilet. The hated “Aunt Erika” wanted to demonstrate to my mom how to do quick-acting enemas that can also be given as “educational enemas.”

The equipment was just reinforced with an enamel irrigator, which was used for this enema.

“Aunt Erika” bent me slightly forward in front of the toilet, pushed a spherical nozzle through my sphincter and directed me into a sitting position on the toilet. Mom was allowed to open the clamp, my ears heard the terrible “click.” I immediately felt the soapy water filling my rectum from below, inevitably triggering the urge to defecate.

I heard "squeeze your buttocks together...", shortly afterwards it was too late; everything shot out.

I don't know why everything always had to be redone. This cup filling reached my inner being as a whole.

Mom didn't seem to like these types of enemas either; she never did these to me.

As a passionate hobbyist, years ago I built a seat to do enemas in a sitting position. The first test run with it immediately reminded me of the experience described above...

I can only remember one enema that I had to take while sitting on the toilet. The hated “Aunt Erika” wanted to demonstrate to my mom how to do quick-acting enemas that can also be given as “educational enemas.”

The equipment was just reinforced with an enamel irrigator, which was used for this enema.

“Aunt Erika” bent me slightly forward in front of the toilet, pushed a spherical nozzle through my sphincter and directed me into a sitting position on the toilet. Mom was allowed to open the clamp, my ears heard the terrible “click.” I immediately felt the soapy water filling my rectum from below, inevitably triggering the urge to defecate.

I heard "squeeze your buttocks together...", shortly afterwards it was too late; everything shot out.

I don't know why everything always had to be redone. This cup filling reached my inner being as a whole.

Mom didn't seem to like these types of enemas either; she never did these to me.

As a passionate hobbyist, years ago I built a seat to do enemas in a sitting position. The first test run with it immediately reminded me of the experience described above...

She wasn't your favourite aunt, am i right ???