Physical Sensation vs Embarrassment What got you started?

Embarrassment is a total buzz kill!

Anywhere! Not just in enemas.

That is WHY I do them in private.

I guess part of the thrill may be the ability to keep it private. To totally disappear or "Ghost" while I'm in an enema session!

Growing into my teens I guess it was the sensation of having it done and the embarrassment of my father or brother walking in..we didn't have locks on any of our interior doors.

@Amy93 said,

Growing into my teens I guess it was the sensation of having it done and the embarrassment of my father or brother walking in.

Reading your post took me back to my preteen days in the late 50’s, when our RN grandmother taught my siblings an I personal hygiene. With both parents working, once school started back in the fall. It didn’t take long for my sister an I to both need the bathroom for a couple of enemas one afternoon when we got home, because we were both constipated. Hence, we decided to give each other a couple of enemas, knowing it was going to be an ongoing issue. Because, we were bad about holding back at school, waiting to get home too use the bathroom. Four or five weeks after my sister an I first did it, she was in the process of giving me a couple of enemas when my younger brother walked in on us. Normal he would still be at school, staying over for practice, but it was a rainy afternoon and he got home early. He knew what my sister an I had been up to, because we told him what happened the day it started. But It was still embarrassing, when he walked in the bathroom, until he said, “I need one too.” As he removed all his clothes and sat down nude on the side of the bathtub and watched us. My sister look over at him and said, “ok, but I’m next, then I’ll do you.” Once I was done, I gave her a couple of enemas, then she gave him a couple of enemas.

It´s all about the physical sensation for me 😃

I dig feeling things in my ass and even more so when someone else is pushing them in.

The only time I ever got an enema from someone else was in I think 5th grade. I had this friend and somehow we found out we really like to put things in our asses. So then there was this little tension in the air and one of us asked "do you want to...?" and off the pants went. I sadly don´t remember many details, but I definetely remember us walking around everywhere and looking for things to shove in our asses.

That was the first time i stole a glycerin suppository from my mom btw 😉

At my dad´s place we always used a something that looked 100% like a enema-bulb to clean our ears. Today I´m sure it actually was one.... and I wonder why we used it that way xD

And so came the day where me and my friend had us locked in the bathroom. She stood before me, bend over, and I behind her, squeezing the Bulb inside her ass, when my cursed sister somehow managed to open the door. Literally caught red handed! It didn´t have any consequences for me concerning my sisters and mine relationship (luv u sis!) but I think after that me and my friend we stopped playing with each other.... like that 😉

Anyhow. Nowadays an enema to me is something I do to myself whenever I know I have an evening to myself and I feel like doing a solo-show later on. Because I right now live in a shared flat I don´t quiet dare bringing in actual enema-stuff so I always use the shower-hose and that works pretty well to me.

Definitely a solid tie between both

I started very young to enjoy enemas. So, the original thrill was definitely physical. Then the fear of being caught and the embarrassment that would happen as I grew older. But that was more of a fear of being found out. Later on I begin to enjoy the embarrassment of being seen receiving an enema. I am a humiliation sub by nature, so having an audience while receiving is a real high for me. Not sexually, but mentally. I never got sexually aroused just receiving and showing. It was more the excitement and taboo of such an act being witnessed that really turned me on. To know others are watching me at my most vulnerable with this very intimate invasion really gets me very excited.

Of course, the physical part comes with the showing of myself naked, tube insertion and when the flow starts. Then it becomes a combination of the pleasure of the flow and the embarrassment of an audience. I tend to forget about my viewers and concentrate on the more obvious physical part of the enema. After the bag empties, the physical sensations settle down and become static. The experience then becomes more humiliation because I then have time to think about the others watching me. The combination of the physical enema and the embarrassment of others seeing me really turns me on. A situation I love to be in. So a combination of physical and embarrassment got me really hooked.

Now days it is purely physical as I don't have a ready audience. Since I am solo, there isn't the embarrassment anymore. So, I guess I have gone full circle. Hopefully, the circle continues on to the combination physical/embarrassment cycle again 😉 .

For myself, it was definitely the physical sensation I felt as I received the daily morning potato starch enemas for several weeks due to my diarrhea caused by too many antibiotics that my previous doctor prescribed. I accepted the first enema without hesitation thinking that I could expel it after a short retention, but mom told me that it was medicine and I had to retained. I wanted so much to expel it and didn't understand why I was not given oral medicine for my diarrhea but mom followed me everywhere I went and didn't allow me to expel it. I hated being forced to accept the enema yet the insertion of the nozzle and the slow squeezing of the bulb started causing me to have an erection and very pleasant feelings as the short children's nozzle touched a spot in my anus that felt very good. While I hated the enema because I was not allowed to expel it, the injection of the warm, thick fluid felt wonderful as it flowed through my anus. I felt violated yet the sensations caused by this enema made me masturbate to orgasm after mom finished syringing me and left me lying on the bed while she prepared breakfast. I didn't understand why something I hated so much felt so good. I was only about ten or eleven. I wanted so much to prevent the insertion of the nozzle but it was always well lubricated with Vaseline and entered very easily my anus as mom slowly pushed it in and squeezed the bulb. This was done several times until all the liquid in the small saucepan was inside me. After that, the following year, I started giving myself enemas to try to recreate the sensations I felt from those daily enemas. My pyjamas hid my erection as my knees were bent according to mom's instructions which also facilitated her inserting the nozzle. I had received enemas for constipation before these forced retention enemas and was not really impressed as they went in, caused cramps and were expelled in a relatively short time. Sometimes I got olive oil enemas but they were small and given at bedtime so I slept retaining them but not feeling anything at all. In college, my girlfriend experimented giving me emollient enemas of flaxseed or potato starch or slippery elm bark ground to a powder at night just before we fell asleep and the next morning all or most of the enema was absorbed in the rectum and colon. We would give each other these enemas via a bulb syringe just as I told her my mom gave them to me. I realized that if I had been given these enemas at night by my mom I would not have started enjoying them because I would not have felt any desire to expel them and in the morning there wouldn't be anything left to expel or very little. Some days my girlfriend would surprise me by giving me the emollient enema in the morning before class by using a small bulb syringe and making me retain it until it was absorbed just like my mother did. I could barely concentrate on class as the erotic enema made me desire to get back to my apartment and girlfriend and give her an enema and make love to her.

Definitely humiliation. It was the embarrassment. When I was in a DD Waters a kid and make us put a diaper on step into that diaper boy and they do it right in front of everybody you an example of why you didn't cuss the nurses.

Then when I got into a relationship when I was 22 about 56 year old daddy got me embarrassed the hell out of me all the time and I just loved it it. I don't know why but I've always liked being anxious during sex.

To me it's about fear becoming erotic following a traumatic hospital stay when I was 6. I didn't get enemas until I started doing them myself in my teens. It was based on having my rectal temperature taken. From my time at the hospital until I somewhere in my teens, I was afraid to lay on my belly, even to sleep, being scared something painful or uncomfortable was going to be done to my rear end when my underwear was pulled down. That brief moment of fear became a turn on and i was usually relieved when i felt the cool rectal thermometer being inserted.

The embarrassment was not in my mother seeing my butt bare. My mom saw me completely naked up until I was about 10 years old and it was at that point I became embarrassed when she saw my naked front. If my mom walked in on me naked taking a shower/bath or saw me get a shot in the butt at the doctor prior to that age I was pretty much indifferent.

My real embarrassment came having my pants pulled down and my mom putting a thermometer where I was only supposed to poop. The sensation became extreme and tied my stomach into knots as I felt a cold, icky rod wiggled, then frozen in my butt. Laying there made feel naked, not because my mom could see my butt, but because I was having my butt used as if I was a baby.

I was in second grade and had not recalled ever having my temperature taken that way before, but my desire to chew on the oral thermometer provoked my mom to lead me to her bed and unbutton my pants and lay me on my stomach. I am not sure what I thought was going on as my pants were pulled down just below my butt and my underwear was still up, I know my mom didn't give shots.

Once my underwear was pulled down I am pretty sure I thought I was being given medicine for fever or to stop me from coughing. I had been spitting out medicine for the last couple of cycles of sickness and my mom was very upset, when I did, so I figured it was an indignation that I had earned and at least I wouldn't have to swallow something that made me gag or vomit. My mom left the room and told me to hold still.

I looked back and not only could feel and see my mom hadn't pulled my underwear back up, but then immediately felt sick to my stomach and mortified when I saw a thermometer poking out my butt.

I had read some baby books with pictures and heard references about butt thermometers on various occasions before entering school. I even remembering a Sesame Street episode in which what looked like a little toddler boy or girl was at the doctor with their pants pulled down and my immediate thought was their parents must have be mad at them and wanted everyone on TV, including, their friends, to know they get examined like a baby. Being 8 years old laying on my parents bed with a thermometer up the butt was a huge insult and filled me with a nervous, shaking rage. The tingling and tickling sensation in my butt made it all the more shameful.

When my mom came back to take out the thermometer, I immediately pulled my underwear and my pants back up and couldn't look her in the eyes for days. Months afterward I was still unable to cope with what happened. I was obsessed with mooning and pantsing girls at swimming pools which resulted in me getting bare butt spankings which humiliated me further. Even though I was being embarrassed having my pants pulled down and being spanked, the crying was what embarrassed me, not the butt exposure.

For me the embarasment is arousing. During the insertion right when the tip of the thermometer touches my bum hole

It was definitely the embarrassment. Laying on the exam table having the doctor pull back my underwear and feeling the cool exam room air on my privates… I knew That a strange pair of eyes were looking right at my penis and there was nothing I could Do about it.

My mother gave me and my sister enemas a few times when we were kids and I do remember the physical sensations when she inserted played around with my butt hole, inserted the nozzle, filled me and then removed the nozzle. I don't remember much about it when I was a kid, but as I got older, I did notice my pee-pee getting hard. But by then I was already experiencing sensation in my groin when she diapered me every night. Since I wet my bed, my mom insisted that she pin a diaper on me every night and by the time I was 12 or so, my pee-pee would get harder and I'd feel something arousing when she wiped me all over my pee-pee, ball sack and butt hole, spreading it a little and inserting the baby wipes inside. When she did that I often became hard, especially as I grew into my teens, and had hair all over that region. At the same time, it also seemed so embarrassing that even at 16 or 17 I was still wetting my bed, and still had my mother cleaning and powdering me, pinning several large diapers on me and pulling up my rubber pants. It wasn't so bad when she diapered my sister and me together, but once my sister stopped wetting at night and no longer needed to be diapered but I still did, I started becoming embarrassed as well as aroused when she diapered me, and especially when my sister was around and saw me in such a vulnerable position, my pee and bottom exposed while mom cleaned and powdered me and pinned my diapers on. I remember when my sister asked my mom why my pee-pee got so big and hard and she said “that's what happens to boys when they control themselves.”

I posted here about a year ago, but the multiple physical sensations of an enema as well as embarrassment all contribute nicely to a satisfying enema. I have vague memories of actually finding my very few childhood enemas from mom to be interesting and a bit enjoyable. I saw her amber latex enema bag hanging in her bathroom for years after that, and when I started taking my own enemas plus orgasms at 15, I just enjoyed all the sensations. After I finally managed to reveal my kinks including enemas to my girlfriends in my late 20’s, I realized I also enjoyed the feeling of being made to do whatever my GF told me to do to be able to take a big long enema from her. After that I started telling my GF’s I enjoyed some D/s roles to enhance our sex life, especially her giving me enemas as her sub, complete with a good helping of erotic embarrassment and humiliation for me. The rest is history.

Eric

Hi everyone, i hope that you are all well and happy!

just registered yestee day, posted twice already. First time I have been able to write about these very important aspects of my life. Thanks for reading them. I didnt realize that humiliation was th true root of my dressing in teenage girl fashion from my youth era: late 1950s to mid 60s—- lots of interesting choices but compromise to find current fashions that together make it believable to my.. that all stemmed from my young years when my mother and out live in nanny dresse me in very effeminate Boys outfits. Eg: until 7 wore velvet short pants suits with collarless velvet short jacket velvet suspender shorts and depending on weather and season, white tights or knee socks or anklets. the little lot Fauntleroy look was sealed with a white blouse sporting shoulder width heavy starch ruffled round collar. Mos of my blouses had elaborate fronts so jacket unbuttoned. these were worn to church every Sunday, grandparents holidays etc I am fortunate to ha older sisters the oldest is very warm and gentle and has described what she remembers herself and from photos.

so those suits phased out and I was put into something called an Eton suit. Again short pants jacket Peter Pan collar blouse knee socks and saddle shoes . these were very popular for boys in that era until age 6 and in my area 7-8. But when everyone else was wearing these, I was in velvet and ruffles. I started wearing eton suits, Jon Jon’s something called a skort all with multiple versions of the Peter Pan collar, when kids my age stopped wearing these. I was sent home from first grade on the third day, no clear memory but my mother told me as if funny to her with me being in my 30s. We all went to a private school that had uniforms. The boys long pant, blue shirt dark tie blazer, the girls in typical for the time plaid skirt style uniforms. The first day of school picture mom took shows me wearing a shortall, white blouse with a wide Peter Pan colla, knee socks saddle shoes and a button up cardigan with the top buttons fastened and the blouse collar displayed out. A perfect little girls outfit today, an outfit you may see on 4 year old boys back then but I went to first grade first day in that. A note apparently was sent home with me according to mother and the next day she gave them the finger by putting me in about the same outfit I am presuming. Calls made and moth stood her ground according to her and the day I was sent home, I wore what was mother’s interpretation of a sailor suit she custom ordered. I remained being dressed this way until 10-11 and once for a Christmas fa photo when I was 12 ½.

i cannot describe what it felt like to take my coat off in church, walk into a resturant, hear the girls in class Monday describ what wore to church the day before. Two girls lived a few blocks away came home with me when I was like 9 years. I was going to change and ride my bike on the side walk with them walking beside and get their bikes and we would, well ride bikes!! When they saw my mother who knew them since they were babies friends with their moms etc, they asked if they could see my dressy clothes in my closet . I must have been pretty pissed at everyone. And I so do remember that my mother was all smiles and probably said something like “of course girls, Jaime has many nice things . I couldn’t stand being in my own room a second longer and rode my bike around. Finally I guess it may have been an hour maybe, I get home and they are still there. They were fold and hanging my clothes Back to where they belonged. Mother said that they were impressed by how sharp I must look in my dress up clothes. These were just 9-10 years old girls!!!’ They kept looking at me smiling. Finally mother let them admire before put away this suspende pleated skort. A skort was a girls style. Pleated front but split in middle as these were shorts. This was the last sail suit I ever wore and then mother told Catherine to get blah blah the blouse.

mother had both then on the bed . I was out of the room pissed. They were STILL there and mother called me and there was the plain white sailor collar blouse with no traditional blue pinstripes and the pleated navy shorts with white knee socks on top. mother must have said that your friends would love to see this on you I know this I was on my bike. Kids turn on you at that pretty fast. The next day their little gang were all laughing or giggle at me in lunch. For weeks all I heard was teasing from my male friends but big teasing from the girls. Years later they kidded me still

I've also thought about this for a long time. It is an erotic physical sensation and RT and exams of any kind, especially anything below the belt, genital rectal, RT's during teens and 20's was super humiliating , embarrassing, and very emasculating especially. I often wondered of other guys felt emasculated. Anyway, it is all very mysteriously erotic somehow all combined, the physical and the being placed in a helpless and submissive situation. I see a play dr who specializes in all things anal and rectal who is also really excellent in his role, and I am still not used to it all. Its always as embarrassing as ever, submissive and humiliating/emasculating. However, afterwards when I drive home I feel very calm and relaxed euphoria , almost like shocked.

All of this is intensified if there is a dr PLUS and assistant or someone else observing.

Nowdays, I get off on examining hyper masculine men who are shy newbies, embarrassed etc.

I think it’s the embarrassment of being submissive to an authentic figure….the doctor spreading your butt cheeks to check your anus or sticking an anal thermometer in your rectum….oh the embarrassment!!!

Adding on to my #11 posting here; … so my dread of enemas turned into a fascination and fetish once puberty happened. But when did I get the desire of wanting to be seen taking an enema and the feelings of embarrassment that that would provide…. best I can recall I was in my 40's when that began. At first it was just wanting to given enemas by another person.

Great topic!

I think the majority of this fetish (whether it be rectal temps, enemas, medical exams, etc.) is more about the embarrassment and submission, or authority and dominance, than the actual physical sensations.

Think about it. A rectal thermometer is what, 2mm in diameter? It isn't the sensation of this 2mm rod that brings pleasure as much as someone telling us to lower our underwear, getting us in an embarrassing position, lubricating the most taboo orifice on our bodies and inserting something into it. Psychologically, that's very powerful.