Physical Sensation vs Embarrassment What got you started?

I’ve been thinking about this for some time, especially after reading many offerings posted on other Enema, MedFet, or rectal temperature discussion boards. As an adult I’ve always concentrated on recreating the physical sensation that I experienced as a child while being given enemas. But when I think about it, I’m pretty sure it was the embarrassment of having to get naked in front of my mother, and then submitting to her parting my buttocks and greasing my anus while knowing she was looking right at my most protected orifice, and the fear of my getting a boner while she was doing all of that that I really think triggered my life long interests in enemas.

Of course that embarrassment was quickly followed by the feeling of her finger massaging my anus, and then the feeling of that finger slowly twisting and working its way through my anus to move all around in my rectum to spread Vaseline evenly throughout, not to mention the sensation of the thermometer or nozzle entering, and then the warm water spewing into my rectum, and the subsequent feeling of my rectum and colon expanding to accommodate the presence of warm soapy water. Add to that the embarrassment of having to evacuate a high volume enema while my mother remained in the bathroom cleaning her equipment, an embarrassment that was like no other.

Even though it’s the feelings and sensation that I try to recreate with each enema session I treat myself to now, I can’t help but think it was the embarrassment and humiliation I experienced that really got me hooked on enemas. As a result I would like to hear from other enema enthusiasts as well as MedFet people as to their feelings on this subject.

Thanks, BigBoy

My mom and my gram always took a rectal temp before an enema so any enema has to have a rectal temp taking before it to feel complete to me.

I think it is a combination of senses for me.

The physical, of course, is exquisite from the anal ring nerves to the full feeling.

But, the psychological aspect of the anticipation, nervousness, embarrassment, etc definitely plays into all of it.

This is an interesting question. I think for me, it was more the embarrassment than the physical sensation, although that played a role as well.

Mom RN gave me very few enemas, maybe less than 4-5 my whole childhood, and I remember not minding ever and maybe even liking them. Never embarrassed by it. Started my own enema career at age 15 with mom's amber rubber bag (also have a rubber fetish) and douche nozzles. Instantly hooked after (or probably even during) my first self-enema, now 68 and still loving them.

I love enemas as orgasm stimulation or even without an orgasm. Even better and more intense is taking them from my Domme ex as her sub. The submission, embarrassment and humiliation she gives me during my enemas is really delicious. My guess is that I have several kinks and fetishes and like others always worry deep down that my mate or partner will reject my enjoyment of them or not want to participate. (Fortunately my recent exes were all happy to join in.) So as long as we trust each other to do safe D/s practices and also be sure it's completely confidential between us, we obviously thoroughly enjoy our enemas plus other kinks leading to orgasms. My suspicion is that adding the element of D/s to our enemas adds both potential embarrassment and humiliation to my experience as her enema sub. To me it feels like allowing her to dominate me for several hours at a time (and occasionally even overnight) while giving me sexual enemas mixed with our other kinks just reinforces even more powerfully to me that she not only doesn't mind and accepts my kinks, but that she's even happy (and she is very happy while she's doing this to me) to be more deeply involved in satisfying my sexual needs by letting her run the show and do whatever she likes to satisfy her own Domme desires. So even though real embarrassment in the real world is very unpleasant and you be avoided, it changes into a sexual stimulant when it's confined to a very private trusting intense sexual situation. We're both very vocal to each other during our D/s enema evenings which just adds to the emotional or psychological saisfaction from the D/s dynamic. She does lots of narrating and explaining what I have to endure for her, and I reciprocate with a lot of enema plus submissive plus orgasm sounds of moaning, groaning, complaining and begging which she dutifully ignores. We both wind up having a wonderful time.

And my last ex, also a switch, loved reversing roles and taking enemas from me as my sub, so we were able to both enjoy both sides of the D/s coin during enemas.

I'm actually writing this literally sitting on a large soft butt plug which is making me dream of her being here and insisting I be her enema sub for the evening. Indeed in the right setting, kinky sexual embarrassment and humiliation can be oh so much fun.

Eric

Started on enemas?

Necessity!

Once I realized that there was always that mixture of pleasure and pain, I sought it out!

The only real embarrassment was my first enema-induced orgasm, which I have posted about before.

Other than that I was always comfortable with my enema taking.

I saw to the security of the area, and so there was no one around who was going to gawk, shame, lecture, or otherwise try to embarrass me.

Great question as the initial preoccupation was embarrassment. The lack of control over how undressed I would become and what would happen was prominent growing up. Mid teens and beyond, the sensations associated with various aspects of an exam took over. At this point, it is surely a collection of both physical sensations and embarrassment. The more you know, the more intense the experience along with changing physicians along the way. New doctors and the nervousness of wondering what will happen has just added to these feelings. Thanks for the question.

For me, it's all about the physical sensations from an enema. I only received a couple of enemas as a very small child so the memories of them are hazy even on a good day. The first chapter of my enema adventures was written in my teens when the hormones were flying and enjoying those new found feelings was the object of the game.

Anal penetration was simply step one to discovering the delightful sensations of a full enema. My early experiences included playing with the nozzle and wiggling it in my rectum as foreplay prior to opening the clamp. Once the clamp popped open, my attention turned to the flooding of my bowels with warm water that felt so good.

And now, all these years later, nothing much has changed. The physical sensations are what keep me coming back to dates with my bag. I just have a wider selection of nozzles from which to choose depending on the sensations I want to experience.

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

Good question. Probably both. Embarrassed by my uncontrollable erection during mom's enema ritual, but attracted to the physical sensation of being penetrated with the greasy nozzle and the pressure of the warm soapy water on my little prostate. I think one of the biggest drivers though was her speaking softly to me during the entire procedure and using the word "enema" frequently. She made me a believer that being cleaned out was necessary, how good I will feel after the enema, that everyone needs an enema once in awhile, hold it real tight - just a little more, etc. And I became her compliant son, agreeing with all her enema wisdom and relishing her praise for taking a "good" enema. Strong medicine for sure.

I think for many the embarrassment that comes from submitting to an enema, especially the large soapy hard to hold ones, coupled with the physical sensations adds to the eroticism and pleasure of the entire experience. I assume there are many that are not embarrassed or that embarrassment does not add to the arousal. However, for me it does and I just enjoy both. I suppose I can trace it to childhood but who cares. It’s fun. Why not

I'm of the school that dreaded/hated enemas till puberty.. I really disliked the feeling of the nozzle being forced into me, and the feeling of what I now know is the douche nozzle being used; well that feeling was so indescribably bad/strange that I became drawn to wanting to experience it on my own when puberty started. I found that masturbating to that feeling produced intense organisms - so my answer to the threads question is "physical sensation"

I think my fetishes grew mostly out of the embarrassment of the situation, particularly having things done in front of parents/siblings, etc. more so than physical sensations. That being said, the memory of certain physical sensations is strong: bare feet on the floor, pressing around on my abdomen, the sharp jab of a needle, having my cheeks spread, etc.

Great question!

i cannot remember ever getting an enema as a child? i've written about it elsewhere on this site, but my introduction to enema wasn't really an intro to enemas but to the enema nozzle. At age 7, a neighborhood boy who i had a crush on, took me into his bathroom one day, showed me an enema nozzle, and went into delighted detail explaining to me what is was and what it was for. i was both excited and embarrassed by his explanation. As soon as i got home alone, i went into our bathroom, found the enema kit and removed the nozzle. It became my first dildo and was the first thing i ever inserted into myself while thinking of another (my friend who told me about it).

As a gay adult total bottom, i am totally sexually oriented toward my anus, rectum, colon. As a kid, i was embarrassed by anything to do with evacuating the bowels, and that intrinsic emotion remains to this day despite it being an everyday part of my profession (critical care nurse). i can be totally matter of fact and detached with others, but not myself.

i have very little experience with a Top/Dom who is into enema, but i know instinctively it could be a big area of power exchange in a relationship dynamic with me. And, it would be the emotional, embarrassment side of it that would contain the power and control over me. It is an area fraught with potential control and mind fuck for me.

So i'd have to go with the embarrassment angle, both as what got me started and what would power the exchange in an ongoing dynamic.

I encountered my old man's Penthouse Variations at 13 or 14 and it was love at first read!

As kids, my brother, sister, an I received enemas together, so embarrassment wasn’t an issue. We were use too seeing each other nude. Mom put us, as a rule, in the bathtub together until we got to big to all fit together, and afterwards, we were still all in the bathroom together at bath or enema time. From age seven or eight onwards, my brother an I always got a hard on whenever we received an enema. In fact, we both got hard the moment we found out we were getting an enema. The fact that, we both got a hard on during enemas wasn’t missed by our sister. She asked mom a few times, “why we both got stiff during an enema”, and mom told her, “it’s normal for boys.” I can remember her asking us afterwards, when mom wasn’t around, if it hurt when we got stiff. My brother an I both laughed and said, “no. It feels good, but during enemas, it can start to hurt a little if mom takes her time.”

As I’ve said before, our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene as preteens during a summer visit. My brother an I one year, and our sister the next. When school started in the fall, the year grandma taught our sister personal hygiene, purely by happenstance, we started giving each other enemas for constipated after school. It happened one afternoon, when both my sister an I were constipated and needed the bathroom at the same time. At that age, it wasn’t long before we discovered the sexual aspects of enemas. Once that happened, enemas became more for pleasure than constipation. As we grew older, enemas became the primary way we dealt with build up sexual tension. We dealt with it by giving each other enemas, the giver would masturbate the receiver, then we switched places, and the receiver became the giver. Masturbation enhance the feelings of an enema while receiving or holding it, an enemas enhanced the orgasms we received from masturbating each other in various different ways during an enema.

I don’t recall any childhood RT’s. Enemas have never been a part of my life.

Rectal temperature taking started as an adult during Playing Doctor with a very anal oriented girlfriend. For me and her both it was about the control and visual excitement (dom), lack of control and embarrassment (sub), and also the physical sensations. All these factors occurring simultaneously is what makes it such a powerful, exciting procedure.

If we’d stayed together longer, I’m sure we would have progressed to enemas in our play doctor exams.

While never having experienced enemas as a child, I did personally experience many a rectal temperatures, including seeing most of the ones received by my little sister.

Every single clinical rectal temperature was witnessed by our mother in a doctor’s office. I actually mostly loved everything about getting my temperature taken, (except for my mother being there). Although she never said much, it was extremely embarrassing to have the woman who bathed me and changed my diapers watching or partaking in the procedure.

In the beginning of my memories, I was over Mom’s lap as she held the thermometer after the nurse’s initial insertion. It wasn’t long until I was soloing face down while drooling on that crinkly white exam table paper with a thermometer protruding from my bottom. I much preferred the nurse who was usually a stranger to me, to help unbutton, remove my pants and lower my underwear, than to have my mother help in any way.

I had a babysitter who worked as a candy-striper, and was so into taking my temperature, that she could have used a gunslinger’s holster to keep that thermometer at her ready. She took my temp (at least once) every single time she babysat me, and I remember thoroughly enjoying it with little to no embarrassment because my mother wasn’t there.

So yes, between the sheer numbers of times my bottom got glassed as a child, and the humiliation of my mother watching or looking on during the clinic visits, I had no chance of not having a RT fetish. I blame mostly my mother for just being there.

As far as physical sensation goes, I’ve always enjoyed that part, because why wouldn’t you?

As an adult, the preparation and premeditation also adds to the endorphin kick that accompanies getting or giving a RT.

I think what "got me started" if that is the right term was that my first attempt at a 2-qt enema came up well short, as did my first attempt at 15 minute retention.

Both of those things just made me more determined to do it in future, and I did

I think for many embarrassment and humiliation add a lot to the arousal. It’s a hard thing to accept but once you do it can lead to much pleasure and there are so many ways to embarrass. The classics are being watched getting and expelling under control of another and asking permission. I also find having to answer questions or be made to discuss your need for enemas, your poor bowel control, the need for punishment and the o correct your attitude all good Sometimes I wonder what fun there would be if it wasn’t intimately embarrassing but really why we should we be embarrassed about a natural bodily function. But then I am always looking fir other ways to embarrass Thank goodness lol

I think for many embarrassment and humiliation add a lot to the arousal. It’s a hard thing to accept but once you do it can lead to much pleasure and there are so many ways to embarrass.

This is so accurate. I know my interest began back when I absolutely hated it. I had serious withholding and constipation issues, and my parents responded with giving me fiberous foods like spinach and prunes (a routine part of my childhood), and with enemas. The enemas happened several times as a young boy, and I hated and feared them. I screamed and begged and fought against them, ultimately having to be restrained while the enemas were administered against my will.

that finger slowly twisting and working its way through my anus to move all around in my rectum to spread Vaseline evenly throughout, not to mention the sensation of the thermometer or nozzle entering, and then the warm water spewing into my rectum, and the subsequent feeling of my rectum and colon expanding to accommodate the presence of warm soapy water. Add to that the embarrassment of having to evacuate a high volume enema while my mother remained in the bathroom cleaning her equipment, an embarrassment that was like no other.

Yes, thats a good description of what I felt. The feeling of the nozzle entering my body, and the water spewing into me. I begged for them to stop, and screamed why they were doing this to me. (They being my parents, with two of my grandparents helping). It felt so humiliating, and such an intrusion. During one of my enemas, my grandmother told me to be still because it was for my own good. But I was unconsoleable, and screamed and begged for them to stop what they were doing to me. I was then taken and made to sit on the toilet, expelling the enema and feces while I was still crying and vocalizing my humiliation and resentment. My parents were not in the bathroom while I expelled, but they definitely checked afterward to make sure it was all out. (I sometimes would try to hold it in to spite what had happened to me, but it was so uncomfortable, I ultimately had to let go. My parents repeatedly checking to see if finally expelled before it finally happened. The enema won.)

This drama of humiliation and sensation and submission was something I hated when it was happening, but later, when I got in my teen years, it turned into an amazing fetish, giving me incredible erections and absolutely wonderful masturbation sessions when I remembered what happened to me.

OMG, I was totally embarrassed at first. I was having those tingly feelings I never experienced before during a warm water enema and tried to resist showing the nurse what I was going through. I guess my quiet moans were obvious when I heard her say,. "That's normal, just relax and go with it." A young nurse, 23, only a year older than I, she put my mind at ease and I wasn't as embarrassed. It was 36 years ago, and I still remember that afternoon like it was yesterday.

Embarrassment was never a factor for me. It is all the physical sensations. The small enemas I got from mom, from as early as I can remember were never a big deal and I liked how they felt, so much so that my sister and I began giving each other and ourselves enemas from an early age. By time I grew boobs and pubes, mom knew I was giving myself enemas and I was on my own so me being naked in front of her for an enema was never an issue.

The only minor embarrassment was when I revealed to my husband that I actually liked the enemas I was giving myself, and would he please give me one. That didn't work out as well as I had hoped.

I never had an enema, with the exception of barium, when I had a gastrointestinal exam. But since it involves the rectum...I can understand both the embarrassment, and physical stimulation, which isn't all that much different than having a rectal temperature taken, or anything else that goes up your bum.

Embarrassment and humiliation plays a big part of it. More is better. Good handcuffs and sturdy restraints while I am receiving make it the frosting on the cake!

My wife and I tried a new thing...

We did what she liked to call "an afternoon delight". This had me on the bed fully naked with her fully clothed with all the windows open and sunlight in the room.

A couple enemas later I was totally embarrassed as we normally only do things at night with us both naked. What a different experience!

My wife and I tried a new thing...

We did what she liked to call "an afternoon delight". This had me on the bed fully naked with her fully clothed with all the windows open and sunlight in the room.

A couple enemas later I was totally embarrassed as we normally only do things at night with us both naked. What a different experience!

Actually sounds delightful, no embarrassment needed (unless you actually enjoy the potential embarrassment, submission and humiliation of your wife giving you enemas like I did). Was it her idea to stay dressed? Was she trying to act Dominant that way? How did you come up with this version? Sounds like great fun.

Eric

My mom gave me enemas growing up but quit when I suspect she realized i enjoyed them... always have... and I dont recall ever being embarrassed. The just feel so stinkin good tho.... after experiencing enemas my entire life (mostly solo and a few with a mistress/nurse) I realize I love larger nozzles and sensual enemas ... It's all about how good they feel!

Enemas are always part embarrassment coupled with excitement. Whenever my mother gave an enema to me I was told that it was time for my enema and then I would feel the begining of the excitement, then I would go to the bathroom where the enema bag was hanging at an appropriate height and I would then be undressed causing the embarrassment. I was always compliant when positioned on my stomach laying on a towel in the bath tub anticipating the slippery feeling of the vasalene on my bottom to be followed by the insertion of the enema nozzle and the sound of the clamp opening. Feeling the enema solution flowing into my bottom would lead to the feeling of fullness and an erection which I tried to hide. I always loved the whole experience of the embarrassment and excitement.

How it all started.. and as of today decades later it has not stopped. I remember that when I was around 6 or 7 years old it was decided -by my parentis and the doctors, that I should have my tonsils removed. In those days that was in hospital stay for several days for the surgery and recovery. I do remember being scared but as a young guy was a real trouper. Night before surgery and a light dinner everything was quiet and I was about to go to sleep when this nurse in a white dress and hat arrived and told me she was to prep me for the surgery the next morning. She told me to take my pajama bottoms off and she was to give my some "medicine". No way I was going to drop my pjs for this woman! All I really remember was she told me to drop the pants or she would cut them off and I could explain to my mother what happened. I did as she told me and soon was given what I later learned was an emema. OK, no big deal. After that she wiped by butt and to comfort me fondled my boy-parts until I fell asleep. The surgery was unevental, I was drugged and told to breath hard into this face mask. Hey, ice cream for the next two days and each night the same nurse came, held me and comforted me. I realized some years later I was to young to have an erection but something really felt good. And, no embarrassment of having to explain away scissored parama pants. To his day each time I see a nurse I get turned on and still enjoy a good fondeling.

Just saying the word "enema" was embarrassing to me and asking for one? fagetaboutit. so that is a huge part of the turn on plus the vulnerability, exposure of the secret region, plus sensations like no others, plus genital arousal.... quite a mix!