The Inbetween years

Did any of you, like me reach that early age where you were curious & fascinated with enemas, but still afraid? There seemed to be a year or so when I was four or five when my mom would find me playing with the enema bulb from behind our sink and ask if I need an enema. Caught in the act, I would quickly run away and hide. Looking back over so many decades, I still regret not submitting to here obvious interest in giving me one.

While I've enjoyed a lifetime of enema pleasure, I still miss the ones mom gave me the most though they only numbered in a dozen or less.

Yes! I describe it as an innocent curiosity of prepubescence….. And it happened that very same way- caught playing with the family enema and approached by mom asking what I was doing - and crying and fearful that she would follow-thru by giving me one. Traumatic yet overcome with fascination then- erotic and overcome with fascination now! ….michael https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/215099

(michael getting ready for an enema….)

That little bit of fear never really goes away.

Keeps me from overdoing it!

My early age that I can remember is about 5 when my mom gave me an enema every Saturday with the bulb that was red with a black nozzle.

From my earliest memories, I was always fascinated with our enema equipment. It was standard variety for the time, an 8 oz. bulb syringe and a two quart fountain syringe both red with black nozzles. Because mom's enemas were quite frequent in our house, the equipment could usually be found on display in the bathroom, drying out after use. At an early age I was always fearful of seeing the equipment, knowing it was convenient for mom in the event I was spending a little too much time on the toilet…and that did happen on occasion. I really hated her enemas during that early period. As I got a little older and went through my “relaxed compliance stage” with her enema ritual, seeing the equipment no longer scared me and my fascination increased to the point that I would sneak a quick enema whenever I could, usually during my evening bath. After all she was right that it feels good to be cleaned out. I think mom left it out on display sometimes just because it had somewhat of a laxative effect just staring at it while on the toilet. She caught me one time at my grandmas house. I was on the toilet and she saw me staring at grandmas enema bag and hose that was on the towel bar drying out. The bag was bigger than ours which added to the fascination. She asked me if I wanted her to give mean enema with that, which I quickly declined. A regretful missed opportunity.

Did any of you, like me reach that early age where you were curious & fascinated with enemas, but still afraid?

It happened at the time when I knew I was soon going to be graduated from the bulb to the bag. As much as I dreaded the thought of this happening, I began to become fascinated by it.

I'm still at that age!!

Since we all got them from Mom Grandma or Aunt Ruth from our earliest memories, we never really had any “in between” years. We just accepted them as part of daily life.

I got many enemas when I was a child at home mostly disposable small enemas, in hospital even several enemas and also high enemas. Ironically when it stopped to get enemas I began to love to remember the enema sessions. It was with 8 or 9 I didnt need enemas anymore. My mom has changed my nutrition and I hadnt had any constipation anymore. As a child and teen I was very shy so I hid my phantasies about enemas. My inbeetween years were very long from 8 or 9 to 22, I just used a dozen disposable enema tubes and self made enema quipment during this time but I hadnt any high enema. In retrospective I was a foul to dispense with enemas although the puberty is a very important part of life to get know what you love and how.

I am interested in who had similiar experiences during teen age to be to shy to practise the enema fetish and why? I cant say why exactly… May be one explanation is the fact the internet werent already a common thing during the 90er and when I got my first computer in 1999 I was primialy interested in Babes…. May be also unfulfilled sexual disiares were also responsible I discover to take enemas to myself….

When I began to study and didnt stay at home anymore I recognized I cant eliminate the fetish which origines were in my early childhood and I bought a pear syringe with half a liter of capacity and very soon my first enema bag. My first selfmade high enemas were taken with some mistakes. Although I choose too cold water and the flow was too fast I enjoyed the feeling despite the cramps. May be because of the experiences as a child…