When I was thirteen, I had been taking enemas for nine years both over the knees and solo. I began desiring my own bag because I believed that the family bag could not be used by me privately. My opportunity to purchase one came one morning when my mother took me into town shopping and left me in the car. It was then that I hot footed down to the drug store to gaze at the bounty. On display were combonations, feminine syringes, travel syringes and open tops. Bewildered, I chose an open top “Fountain” syringe because it was the least expensive. The next problem was to get this new purchase home without my mother's knowledge. I solved that one by hanging it in the engine compartment of the car and it was driven home without her knowledge.
Finding out how to take an enema with the darn thing was an other story to be told over a nice hot chocolate at the kitchen table on another time!
Now! When and how did you purchase your first enema bag? How old were you? How did you learn to use it… Tell it all with complete details. There is a first time for everything. WOW!! What a tale this can be!