What was your first enema experience like?

@Annie3434

Have you ever discussed those childhood/teen experiences with your sister now that you’re adults?

Did you ever give her an enema or just watched?

Would you like to continue to get enemas from your sister now if she agreed?

My first enema experience was scary because my mother did not explain what was about to happen. I was outside playing when she just called me inside, took me by the arm, pulled me to the bathroom, dropped my trousers and underpants and laid me across her lap. The next thing I knew, she had spread my bottom cheeks and plunged the rectal nozzle into my behind and the flood of soapy water began coursing through my bowels. To say the least, I was crying and flailing trying to get away from what she was doing. Although it was scary, in reflection, that was when I discovered that I was anally oriented and also a klismophile.

A mixture of fear, curiosity and wanting to feel better.

Since Grandma, Mom, and our Aunt Ruth started us on enemas from day one, by the time I was old enough to remember, enemas were just something everybody in the house did on Wednesday night and Saturday morning. I never found them painful, or embarrassing, since ell members of the household did them. Sister Lisa and I always bathed together, and we started squirting air up each other with the child's bulb. Before long, we graduated to squirting the bath water, for real enemas. We've been doing them with each other ever since

I do not remember my first enema as I think I was about three at the time BUT......... it must have been a good feeling as I was hooked on enemas as far back as I can remember. At first, I thought there was something wrong with me as enemas are a big taboo in our society. As I got older, I realized through reading Penthouse Forum back in the 1970's that there were others that had the same feelings as I did myself. Once the internet and computers became available boy was I surprised and relieved that there were so many others that share the same kinks.

My first was a self given one, via a plastic bottle with a nozzle made out of a pen, very crude, but had to use what i could find , id been reading books etc about it for years and this was the result, it worked, i was maybe 16 ish, we only had an outside toilet which didnt help, wasnt long after i bought a higginsons syringe that was on display in a local chemists shop, the rest is history, was early 20s before i met a woman to give and take enemas with.

Thanks for the reply and glad you liked the story.

Hugs,

Janie

My mother dropped me off, said her and my father were going out of town. I watched TV for a little while before she called me into her room.

Wow! Sounds like she couldn't wait to give you and enema! Ever wonder about that? Reminds me of my aunt who seems to have been just waiting for any all all chances to chance to get me alone and take me down to basement and give me a strapping with her patent leather belt....

I can’t remember the first enemas and suppositories I received. I do remember seeing and playing with a red fountain syringe and a lavender inflatable douche syringe in the bath when I was probably 3 years old, and being erotically excited by handling them. This and other evidence makes me think I imprinted on them very early. The same for suppositories. I don’t have any memory of getting them, but at 5 or 6, one of my nighttime erotic fantasies was of getting ‘pills’ in my bottom or giving them to others, that would make us need to have a BM. This must have been a memory from infant/toddler age. I think my parents probably stopped any rectal treatments for me very early because I was obviously developing a strong anal-erotic interest.

By 2-1/2 years old I was playing doctor with a neighbor girl who was nearly a year older. We took pretend rectal temps outdoors, and sometimes put a finger up each other’s bottoms. The play continued with my twin brother and sister when they got old enough. I remember getting in trouble when I was 5 for pushing a fragment of Dial soap up my sister’s bottom while we were in the bathtub. It burned, and she complained to Mom. Not long after, I got in trouble again for filling a vaginal ointment applicator with toothpaste and squirting it up my brother’s bottom. Same thing - it burned and he complained. Nevertheless, they were willing participants in our ‘Doctor’ games throughout our pre-pubic years, and when our little brother came along, we included him in the games.

The enema breakthrough happened when I was 10. A neighbor girl who was friends with my sister had moved away and came back to spend a night with her. After bedtime, we boys joined the girls for whispered tale-telling. I don’t remember how we got on the subject, but Barbara started telling us about her enema experiences. Apparently she got frequent, strong soapsuds enemas from her mom. She described having to strip and bend over the edge of the tub, and how the enema felt ‘HORrible’ in her tummy. She continued with a story about being in the hospital when she was younger, and being taken to a bathroom for an enema before bed. As she was expelling her enema, a boy was brought in and given an enema right in front of her. Then she had to move from the toilet to a potty chair so he could expel on the toilet.

Barbara’s stories awakened something in us, and especially in me. Shortly after her visit we borrowed Mom’s douche bag one night and sneaked to the unfinished basement. We filled the bag from an outside tap on the way, and hung it on a nail in a ceiling joist, probably 5 feet overhead. We slid an old trunk underneath and covered it with an old quilt. Then my sister, my little brother and I took turns bending over the chest. The douche nozzle felt wonderful going in, even with no lube. The sudden gush of cold water spraying inside us was a shock, but one we liked. We each said “STOP” after a few ounces of water, then expelled on the old potty chair that we had all potty trained on.

My first experience was during my childhood, nothing special. Let's talk about my first enema that I willingly gave myself.

It was in high school during summer vacation. My parents were at work and I had the house to myself. Living in a rural town without a car, could get boring. Like any lonely and horny teenager, I started to explore myself.

I got very interested in anal masturbation and that lead me to giving myself an enema. We didn't any sort of enemas equipment in my house. So, I made a makeshift one out of a rubber tube, clothesline pin, and a water bottle. It wasn't perfect but it got the job done.

Being naked on a cold floor with a tube in my butt just hit the right buttons. I really enjoyed the experience. I spent more time with the enema than trying to masturbate anally.

My first enema experience started about six months before I got one . I came home from school and mom was cooking something on the stove. I saw the box on the counter and recognized from the hall closet. It was open and other things I had never seen were spread out on the counter .Mom took the pot off the stove and poured into a measuring cup and then she put a bar of soap in?? I had seen the three stooges eat soap before but she hated me watching them? I asked her what she was making? she said that she had to give my sister an enema. I had never heard the word before.

After she poured the soapy water in the hot water bottle she added more water from the sink. Mom then attached the hose and nozzle. I had never seen this before she told me to go to my room and do my home work . Mom picked up everything and went to the bathroom. Then she went to my sisters room and brought her to the bathroom. She went unknowing what was about to happen . I could hear some small talk but got curious and went to the hall . The bathroom door was half shut but then heard and saw most of my sisters first enema . The way she carried on I knew I didn't want one of those.,

About six or so months later and hearing a few more enemas for my sister I was afraid of the day I might get one. I stayed home sick with a tummy ache and was taken to our doctor she determined I was constipated and needed an enema . On the way home we stopped at the drug store the lady took the paperwork from mom and she walked us to an aisle and handed mom a small box later I would find out it was a children's fleet. The women showed her the directions and rang her up and said I bet your tummy will feel better soon.

When we got home mom told me to go to my room and put my pajamas on and wait for her. she made a few phone calls one to my aunt and one to the neighbor next door . she came into my room and said it is time for your enema and to follow her to the bathroom she showed me the bottle and showed me the position knee chest . Mom said to take off my pants and underwear and get in position. I did confused it was not what I had seen before this type of enema . Mom put some ponds hand cream on my but and inserted the nozzle it was over in a minute and was not bad she made me hold for five minutes and I went and all that came out was the solution in the bottle. She called the doctors office and then the neighbor next door . soon after the oldest sister who baby sat us from time t time came over and went to the drugstore when she got home she took out the second box and payed the girl .

Soon after I was called back to the bathroom I was given another fleet and I thought it worked everything came out. A day or to went by and I came home from school mom asked me when the last time I went to the bathroom #2 I said after the second enema. Wrong answer I got my first red bag enema that day and I hated it!!!

I was about 4-5 years old and had been sick for a couple of days.

Mom determined I was constipated and a check with the rectal thermometer determined I was running a fever. She went to the bathroom and after a few minutes she called me in and had me undress. Thats when I noticed the red bag hanging on the towel rack. She had me get on my hands and knees. As soon as I was in position she inserted the nozzle and administered the warm soapy solution. To say the least it was a memorable experience and one that was to be repeated often in the future. After expelling I did feel much better.

My the first time I gave myself an enema is something I remember all these years later. Not sure of my age, but it was around puberty when my previous dread of enemas had begun to change. At first it was sticking the douche tip (that I thought was an adult enema tip) up my butt and masturbating to it's feeling. Then I advance to doing it with and empty enema bag attached, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. Weeks later I proceeded to filling the bag just a bit and releasing the clip to bring on my orgasm - very little water would go in since I'd quickly shut it off once I came.

Then one morning I was home alone and the got the bug in my noggin to give myself the dreaded full-bag 2qt enema my mom would often mention she had been given when in the hospital. Watching the bag go down and feeling the cramps was amazing - I kept telling myself, "I'm getting a 2-qt enema!" It seemed like I pooped forever following it. My abdomen felt sore for the rest of day, but was okay the next day.

One word best describes my first enema experience, embarrassment. I wrote a story about my first experience and a link to that story is in my profile. Basically, I went from embarrassment that I was going to have to have an enema to embarrassment that it was turning me on. Needless to say, it was a good experience and got me hooked for life.

My first enema experience was seeing my sister get an enema. She was over Mom's lap, naked, and getting her enema from a black higginson syringe.

My first enema was prescribed by a doctor when I was 8. Mother and grandmother administered. They made me take my clothes of and lie on bathroom floor. They produced a large metal can with a hose connected to it. I was facing away from the hose so I didn't see anything else. The nozzle was inserted and I was told to squeeze and hold it in. Apparently I didn't squeeze hard enough and started leaking. Told to squeeze harder. I got so dammed full I was extremely uncomfortable and couldn't take anymore. I don't remember how long they made me hold it. All I remember is I was in shock. I didn't have another enema until I gave myself one as a teen.

I wrote a story about my first experience with the bulb syringe too. It was humiliating and I screamed my lungs out but my mother was gentle and encouraging and i wanted to please her. It was like flicking on a fetish switch. That night I had the first of my enema dreams and the rest as they say...is history.

My earliest memories of enemas are from 5 or 6 years old, but I am quite sure I got them long before then. I was 10 when my youngest brother was born and I am assuming that the things I saw with him growing up are the same I experienced at about the same age.

I remember a time when he was maybe a year old or less and mom was changing his diaper, I saw her slip what I thought was an icicle into his butt, then put the diaper on. I asked her why she put ice in his butt. She laughed, and said it wasn't ice but some medicine to make him poop. Later I looked at the jar. I remember it to be Squibb Infant Glycerin Suppositories. A few years later mom was in the bathroom with the door open, running water in the sink, with the red bulb sitting there on the edge of the sink. Then she called my brother in and shut the door. From the sounds coming through the door, he was not happy with what was happening. I assumed from what I saw from my brother that we got suppositories while in diapers and got enemas with the red bulb once we were potty trained. I was well acquainted with those bulb enemas by then because I had already started giving myself small enemas with the bulb because I liked them.

Hi everyone, I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was 14 and having a difficult menstrual cycle with headache and constipation. ( I lived with my grandmother ) My grandma suggested I take an enema, she said I would feel relaxed and much better afterwards. I knew that both grandma and grandpa used the enema bag at least one a week and sometimes more. She explained the process and offered to demonstrate on herself first.

I was delighted to see this first hand. After she took one and expelled it was my turn, I was ready and waiting after seeing the smiles on my grandma. Gram had two bags a 2qt and a 3qt BF Goodrich. For this she used the 2qt bag. The solution was salted water.

This was really and instruction showing me how to take one. I remember a nice warm feeling in my tummy as it progressed, after a few minuted I looked over and noticed that the bag was flat. Grandma was quite surprised and said that I should take one whenever I felt the need. This was taken sitting on the toilet with the bag hanging several feet above.

I cannot remember before 4 or 5 but after I had regular enemas. Once a week at least, later on from 8 twice a week.

My earliest recollection was at about about age 4. I was staying with my grandparents and was playing outside. I was called to come in for lunch but was having to much fun so I said that I wasn't hungry. When I was called a second time I said that I didn't want to eat that I had a belly ache, which I didn't, I just wanted to keep playing. Wrong thing to say. I was told to come in and come downstairs. When I got down, grandma said that because I had a belly ache that I needed to get an enema. I started to cry and said no. She told me that it would make me feel better and that it would just be a little one. She lead me to the bathroom and I was crying all the way. She sat down on the toilet and there on the table was a white enema bulb syringe, a bowel of water and a jar of vaseline. I really started crying when I saw that. She pulled down my pants and underwear as I continued to cry and grabbed my arm and pulled me over her lap. I started kicking so my grandpa held my legs down, whole grandma filled the bulb. She sprerad my butt cheeks and spread some vaseline on my tiny butt hole...then slid the syringe in. The process was completed multiple times. I was then set on the toilet and released all the water. Funny how I remember the details like it was yesterday.

I had to give it myself with a sport bottle, haha. I was quite old something like 17-18 yo, and did it for entertainment purposes.

I don't precisely remember my very first enema experience, as they started just as a series of experiments as a kid, using improvised implements like injecting water through a hose, or pouring some in through a funnel. Anyway, I was intrigued by the strange new sensations I felt of water flowing into my colon and found that I liked it, so I kept at it, and thus began my love for enemas.

I have never been given an enema by anyone other than myself. I'm not even sure if I knew the word for what I was doing. I didn't even know equipment was made specifically for enemas. During the time in high school when I was still living at home, I was a latchkey kid. After my two-hour bus ride home from school to our family farm, I knew no one would be home for several hours. I had acquired a foley catheter and a collection bag from somewhere. I cannot even remotely remember where it came from now. But my secret guilty pleasure was to come home, fill that collection bag with warm, soapy water, climb the stairs to my bedroom, lie down on the bed, insert the catheter far up inside my ass, and unclip the hose. I would lie on my side, masturbating, as the pressure in my gut built. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I would close the clamp, remove the catheter, dash downstairs into the only bathroom, and release the contents into the toilet. If I was really into it, I'd repeat the process. This went on for over two years until I discovered glycerin suppositories. That old catheter and collection bag are probably still in a box somewhere in my parent's attic.

My first vivid memory was at 5 with the combination enema bag. I vaguely recall the bulb enema being used, but the transition to the bag enema was etched in my memory for several reasons. I only knew the hot water bottle as something that was comfortable to have in bed before I saw it transformed into the huge bag with hose and nozzle. No explanation was given, I was just told I needed an enema, that I had had them before, and that it would be no different from the bulb enemas. Next I was put in the tub naked on a towel on my back, legs raised, nozzle inserted and what was a much larger enema than I had ever received from the little red bulb. By the time it was over, everyone in the house had heard me, and I had received the first of many enemas that I would get from that bag.

I don't remember my first, I was getting bulb enemas for as far back as I can remember, maybe since being an infant. I really remember the ones from the bag starting at about 6 or 7. Laying naked on my back on the bathroom floor on a next of towels and blankets and watching the HUGE red combination bag hanging above me and wondering how I was going to take all of the water. The bag was never full and I usually could take it all. If not my mom would threaten me with another enema so I tried to take it all every time.

My first enema experience was a week back. I am facing constipation and bottom pain frequently since 5 months. Irritated with the problem my sister took me to a gastro 2 months back. She found no problem in my tummy. But she said I was constipated (as if I didn't know)

She said just eat more fiber and you will be good. But things didn't work for two months. We again spoke to the doctor online. She said try enema.

And it really worked. I have taken thrice and it's like 'what a relief'

Most interesting is that my sister has developed a liking to give me enema. But her liking has a weird touch. She strips me just to bra. More than treatment for pain it is fun for us.

I wrote this somewhere else but my first enema was forced completely. I was about 4 or 5

I had been given many oral laxatives but still hadn’t gone for days. I remember my aunt was visiting and I was in the living room. I was called into our small powder room where my mom waited with the fleet. She was wearing gloves. She felt my belly and said she was going to give me something to help me poop. She said “I’m going to squirt water up your bottom” I said no I don’t want that. And my mom said hold her down. I tried to get away but the door was then closed my undies were pulled down and I was held to the floor. I screamed so loud and everyone heard me receive it.

As some have indicated, they have no recollection of the very first enema received. I only know of enemas, prior to one in particular, from stories told to me by my older sister.

The one that I have the most vivid recollection of, involved me being dragged from a closet after the doctor had left from a housecall. He told my mom "just give that kid an enema". I was undressed and put in the cold tub. I remember getting a couple of swats and then my mom hovering over me with the red enema bag and black nozzle. My sister and grandma had brought folding chairs into the bathroom.

The nozzle was inserted and the enema became quite hard to hold. I had settled down a bit and was now focused on not letting loose in the tub. When I finally was let up to the toilet, it felt like my insides were going to get flushed.

Subsequent enemas were pretty similar, although I wasn't quite as resistant as I didn't want to get thumped on by my mom. I became aware that enemas were quite frequent during toilet training, and later knew that an enema was forthcoming at any hint of constipation or daily BM. The pediatrician and his nurse were advocates as well!