What is your first reaction when someone tells you they are going to give you an enema?

If I know and like and trust the woman, especially if I find out I’ll be her sub for the enema, then “bring it on.”👍🏻😀❗️

Eric

If I really liked her after the enema(s), I’d very seriously plan to ask her out. I sadly can’t see this original query happening unless I knew her at least a bit, friend of a friend, or supporting a friend at a therapists office or likewise.

Eric

ericmacson Many years went by before the girl who started me on enemas moved in actually over twenty. She was always trying to put her fingers in my butt and I was always saying NO. I would even say, "what's wrong with my vagina?" I think it is the taboo that some are after but I thought anything to do with the but was dirty and nasty. I told her I would be afraid she would feel something in there. She asked if I had ever felt anything in her and I said no. She said it was because she did enemas. I cringed at the word. Then she asked if I would help her take her enemas. I didn't mind. I didn't mind touching another girls butt if that is what they wanted. I guess you could say at that time I was one-sided. But I started helping her with her enemas and I would notice her having awesome orgasms. So after weeks I got brave enough and asked her to give to me and do what all I had been doing to her to give her orgasms. She did and I only got a ¼ bag before I had to stop and get up to let it out. Then we would go at it again and again and again until the bag was empty. After another week I got to ½ the bag. Then a week later or so I got to ¾ a bag. I was feeling better about the enemas but still no orgasms. All of a sudden one day she was giving me an enema and licking my clit and had a finger in me. I noticed I was at ¾ a bag and it was going in well. I saw there was just a little left and I closed my eyes and had the best orgasm I had ever had. I was hooked from that day on.

With mom and grandma, it was often kicking a s screaming until I began to capitulate as I got older.

With nurses in the hospital, it was total cooperation due to my involuntary reactions and embarrassment.

With an adept administrator/partner, it was a blissful sigh and heavenly release of any pent up stress or desire.

With my Mom, the reaction was ok… until she stopped giving them to me because our new family doctor absolutely thought they were barbaric and had no place in modern medicine. She was told to give me oral laxatives instead… Ex Lax…Castoria… Black Something… Milk of Magnesia.. and some kind of chewing gum laxative… Mom's chose Castoria, Milk of Magnesia and Ex Lax…as her favorites … I didn't like them at all … when they worked .. many times I was in school …. and goodness… So, I literally begged her to start back giving me enemas. She didn't budge. So, I went to her Mom (my Grandma) for help. She tried and even bought Mom a new Rexall Victoria Combination syringe to use on me since she had cut up the previous enema bag. Still no reaction! But, I didn't give up. Finally, one Saturday morning when I didn't have school and she didn't have to work, she woke me up by tickling my neck, pulled me out of bed and led me into my bathroom by the hand. When I got in there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I became embarrassed and ran out of the room and hid behind my door. Mom called out “Mike, if you want me to give you this here enema, you had better come in here right now! If you don't, I am going to take it down! And, if I do, I do not want to hear another word about you wanting me to give you an enema again! You hear me!” Well, I hurried back into my bathroom!

No, thank you.

As many of you have kind of pointed out it depends on who . Not just “getting it” . As a child i had to take them from whom ever was the one who was giving “it” to me . I soon learned that if you are over a lap and nude you soon learn if that person truly cares for you or if it's just something for them .

As I have gotten older i find myself more particular about who is going to give me an enema . I'm even more particular if it's a male giving over a woman

Anxious, excited. I remember back to my early 20s when a home health nurse cared for me after I was in the hospital. She was writing notes after giving me an initial examination and said that I needed an enema to relieve constipation from the pain meds I was taking. She would be asking my doctor for an order and would return that afternoon to give me the enema.

Follow their directions from a submissive prospective . They hold the command role.

As an adult, I am flattered and so appreciative. As a kid who early on found the home enema scenario to be a welcomed and exciting experience with my mother, there was added to the two above referenced emotions that of a maddening ‘anticipation’ are to receiving.

Anxious, excited. I remember back to my early 20s when a home health nurse cared for me after I was in the hospital. …… and would return that afternoon to give me the enema.

Hi Vicki V as this was a home health nurse it must have been in your home? Were others in the house when she came back to give you the enema? Were they aware you were going to be getting an enema? Did she bring enema equipment, or ask if you had a syringe? It must have been quite a day. Anxious and excited for sure while you waited. Now, I suspect, a lovely memory for you.

I like LisaK's response. I'd do a better job anyway. I use it mostly for pleasure now.

@Thomas893 Hi Vicki V as this was a home health nurse it must have been in your home? Were others in the house when she came back to give you the enema? Were they aware you were going to be getting an enema? Did she bring enema equipment, or ask if you had a syringe? It must have been quite a day. Anxious and excited for sure while you waited. Now, I suspect, a lovely memory for you.

Happy to answer your questions: Yes, it was in our first apartment shortly after we were married. My husband was with me when the nurse returned that afternoon. (He was my “rock” after the accident. I don't think I would have made it without his love and caring.)

Yes, I knew because Angie said she had to get an order from my doctor to give me enemas. I had only a bulb syringe that I used when I douched, so Angie brought a couple of hospital-type disposable enema bags. At the time I was taking strong medication for pain – too much and too strong as it turned out – so I remember being groggy. I also remember being anxious, even a little scared, and not knowing what to expect because I was so constipated.

The first enema was extremely uncomfortable, and I cried from the cramping and during the release. I didn't want another one, but Angie said it was necessary and wouldn't hurt. It not only produced massive results but “a lovely memory” as well. I couldn't believe how aroused it made me.

I cheer and immediately take my clothes off!!!!!!

I get excited, and I start to get an erection at the thought.

It has gradually moved from a reaction of apprehension and disbelief to more of curiosity and tentative acceptance. While I now can appreciate a nozzle, the subsequent reaction to the solution and eventual cramping is taking time to accept. There is clearly less distress when given for a Medfet experience and much less so during a medical!

That of a ‘ great anticipation ’ coupled with the beginning phase of a good firm erection . Happened every time from my youth forward .

That would have been my mother talking. It made me happy. I loved all of my childhood enemas.

No one has ever given me one. I would be total game if someone said they were going to give me an enema. I would strip off all my clothes and ask them what position they would like me in.

First thing, I’d check to see if I was dead and gone to my idea of heaven. 🤪

then, say yes please 🤪

My penis is erect. Because I know I’m going to get a good cum ,my mother was the best at giving me enemas.

she told me she enjoyed giving me an enema.

My pussy starts tingling and gets very wet. I crave that hot enema up my bowels.

My initial reaction is a sense of dread. I guess that comes from my childhood days. However, once I accept the thought of receiving an enema, it becomes pure anticipation.

I said no way when boyfriend (husband) tried to give me one when were dating!

High degree of excitement and arousal. Hopefully a spanking is included.

If my partner were to tell me it was time for my enema, I'd get the towel ready and be erect with anticipation. Getting into position to take the nozzle or the syringe and present for them to administer.

Hanging my head low from embarrassment (while my pants tent high in expectation).

Acceptance. I get quiet and anxious, knowing I will be seen in a very intimate way and emotions will be released.

I have only had this happen to me once, in the hospital the night before a Tonsillectomy, nurse ask me to follow her, as we entered a large bath area she said “I'm going to give you an enema now, have you ever had one before”? I said yes, I had only had what my mom called a bum bulb, but somehow I knew it was an enema.

I saw the white bucket full of soapy water, and I got fearful and excited at the same time. The nurse had me take my undies off and lay in a large bathtub on some towels. Next it was “Take a deep breath”, and I felt the nozzle getting inserted a click and a rush of warm soapy water. She asked questions about my family which distracted me enough that soon she asked “let me know when you have to go potty”. Well the answer was right now, I must have had a Quart of soapy water in me.

Every other time I have had surgery, I have had to ask for an enema so it was never unanticipated or announced.

I said no way when boyfriend (husband) tried to give me one when were dating!

…and what about now, @medfedcouple ?

Embarrassment tbh