Begging for an enema

Has anyone ever had the courage to ask the mae or another relative to make an enema?

As a boy, I often thought about asking for an enema, not from my mom (mãe) but from other women. I wouldn't have asked directly (too embarrassing!), but I figured complaining of a stomach ache would put things into motion. My plan/fantasy: Two white lies ("I have a stomach ache" followed by “I haven't had a BM in 3 days”), and then I'd find myself bare bottom with an enema nozzle up my backside. Unfortunately I never got up the nerve to test my plan.

I used to beg mom for enemas sometimes when i was horney as a young teen.

Ask the wife for a enema when horny and need my P spot massaged

Just two words:

never ever

Yeah. I asked my Aunt Helena for them and she laughed.

And she would always make one and put it on me.

I asked him for another one and he put it on.

She called me "Groovy Ass."❤️ Culo Tragón

Sometimes my cousin Victoria was in front watching and preparing the water with hot soap.

I being an individual that enjoyed the feeling of the warm, salty, and often soapy water as it invaded my rectum for years. In fact, I would often beg my Mother to give me an enema whether I needed one or not. My Mom was a great Mother, but she absolutely could not understand my fascination with enemas. I heard her one morning talking with her mother about my issue. And my Mam-maw‘s response no doubt aided Mom’s decision to give me enemas in the future. I heard M’am-maw say “Mary, there are just so many other things that he could be into.. like drugs, alcohol, sex, etc. And Mary when you give him his enemas you know just how much water you are giving him and you will also know what is in his enemas. Mary, I can see nothing wrong with you honoring his request! And besides, he must really trust you!” Mom, then, tried to speak, but Mam-maw quieted her saying “Mary just think about what I said!”

I asked the nurse to "treat" me in front of my aunt, causing both of them to laugh good-naturedly. I was prescribed enemas, although I did not know about it. But there was a pot-bellied red light bulb on the table. I didn't seem to know where she was supposed to be stuck, although her appearance caused me some anxiety. Maybe something from early childhood.

@miker

How old were you when your grandmother said that to your mother?

I was 14yo, felt terrible and asked mom for a relief enema, and she called me a pervert 🤪 and said no!

Last time that subject was ever spoken about 🥸

@miker in your case it was your grandmother who indicated? After the suggestion of his grandmother his mother came to understand his taste?

Pepe: about 12 I think…

The closest to even consider wanting or accepting the fact that I needed an enema when I was a kid was during one of my legendary stomach cramps. I was in Jr. High, 12, 13 maybe when this particular one had occurred. I had doubled over so bad while bending over to dig nightcrawlers that a friend of mine's dad had to carry me to the door after driving me home.

I had to get my pants off and immediately get on the toilet at home. I was cramped up pretty bad, until I started releasing a copious amount of gas. I felt relief of the cramping, better, but was still tight in the stomach and kinda nauseous.. I actually felt solid stool that I wanted to come out. I tried, and although it didn't feel like it was overly too thick, it felt long, dry and solid and up my colon a ways.

For the first time ever and only time that I recall growing up, I was sitting on the toilet and kinda hoping that I would be getting an enema. And it was actually crossing my mind that it maybe should be from the bag instead of a disposable like I usually got. I would had never in a million years have had asked or even had suggested it back then though.

But I pretty much knew too that I didn't need to, not so much her knowing my mind but knowing the situation. I was a bit surprised though that she had got out the bag and started preparing it. When she brought it back from the kitchen filled and hung it on the towel rack I started to protest a little about it being the bag, but she shushed me on the argument right away. I sat there without further protest to try for a few more minutes, while thinking how odd it was that she had sort of ‘read my mind’ about needing the bag.

I know that I definitely would not have ever had to have “begged” or even had to ask for an enema. I think they might have had been mildly shocked had I even had admitted to needing to go to the bathroom when I couldn't. Admitting or asking for an enema because I couldn't go would had been astonishing, but I bet it would had been administered without question.

@codjer And she'd answer you?

I’ve asked my husband on occasion to give me an enema. I didn’t have to beg, because he could tell how awful I was feeling. It was usually due to a bad headache or one of my bouts with constipation linked to the pain medication I was taking. Blessedly, most of those times are in the past.

However, I must admit that he learned how to give a really good enema, more effective than I would give myself, and the intimacy I felt brought us even closer in our relationship.

@Vicki_V

I have very close, intimate relationships with the ladies I service with enemas. I feel closer to them than many of my relatives.

I have begged in zity, but no lady would want to

but guys would, but i am not interested

Never begged. After learning to enjoy an enema, I would just complain to my Mom or Aunt that my stomach hurt. Before the day was over, I'd be getting one with either help from the bulb or bag. Later on in life, and me being cranky, my ex's suggested that I need an enema. They got theirs too for crankiness.

Not me. I hated enemas when I was little.

Never “begged” but back in the 1990s I did ask my mother-in-law for an enema and she gave me two.

That was sure kind of her

It wasn't necessary to beg my mom, just a mention that my tummy didn't feel good would bring on the usual question, “when did you last poop?” If my answer was anything other than very recently, I could count on getting a couple of bulbs of warm water.

After I got married, I had to work on my husband a few times. He was not into enemas for recreation as I was, so sometimes I had to engage in “negotiations” involving traded favors. That is not exactly begging, but it's getting close.

Cheryl, if you feel the need, i am your good neighbor that will happily take care of your need

Dan

@easy123 lucky guy you have a great cool mother-in-law can you tell me more details how was it?

@Vicki_V wow! excellent side effect

I didn’t beg but I did ask my mom for one. This happened about a couple years after I had walked in on my younger female cousin laying naked on the couch with my aunt holding an enema bulb in her hand. She saw me and told me to go outside and play.

The image left a strong impression on me and I suddenly had a confusing strong desire to have an enema.

I had not had an enema before but I was suddenly infatuated with the thought of getting one. When I was in third grade, I had just started to read and remember looking up the word “enema” in the dictionary to get some sort of an idea on what was involved.

Then one evening when I was about 9 my mom and I were returning home from visiting my uncle’s house and as we were pulling into the driveway I blurted out, “Mom, can I have an enema?” I could not believe I had said it.

My mother backed the car out of the driveway and drove up to the corner drug .store. She picked a 4oz. enema bulb syringe off the shelve and we waited in line to purchase it.

After returning home I went into the hallway near the bathroom and removed all my clothes and laid on the floor on my back. I remember being very excited and anxious as I waited for my mother to return with the enema.

When she returned with the enema she went into the bathroom to get a towel and jar of Vaseline. She had me get up and lay on the towel. She then opened the jar of Vaseline and lubed the enema tip. She then put a dab on her finger and lifted both my feet in the air and gently rubbed the Vaseline into my butt.. She continued to hold my feet in the air and rubbed her finger clean on the towel and picked up the enema and slowly inserted it into my butt. I remember it feeling good like it did when the doctors office would put a glass thermometer up my butt. The next thing I felt was a warm feeling inside of me and my mom quickly picked me up with the towel between my legs and carried me into the bathroom and set me on the toilet. I remember releasing and felt relieved.. My mom asked me if I wanted another one and I said in a little while as I felt I wasn’t done with the enema I just had.

Never did get around to that second enema and never got the nerve up to ask again though I thought of it often. The next of many enemas to come was from my 16 year old girlfriend, which is another story

I can only remember begging my Mother for an erotic enema one time. I was about 12 years old if my memory serves me correct. I had been off at a boy scout camp for the weekend. While there I shared a tent with two older boys who were talking about the enemas that their mothers had given them. I listened but did not participate in the conversation. I knew what enemas were because Mom had been giving them to me all my life. But, I had never ever heard of an erotic enema. But, I was curious and decided that I had to have one. So, I began plotting a plan to get Mother to give me one!

The Plan

When we returned from the scouting weekend, I decided that I would pretend to be not feeling very well.

That should get Mom to thinking…

Well, Mother picked me up at the scout den.. we then went to get a bite to eat. While at the restaurant we made small talk about the campout.

Mom was very interested in what all we did.

I told her that we hiked, fished, cooked what we caught and talked a lot.

She, then, inquired as to what scouts our age talked about.

I told her that we talked mostly about what we had been doing, but that there were a couple of older scouts that couldn’t stop talking about their mothers giving them large erotic adult enemas.

Mom said they talked about what?

I, again, told Mom what I had said earlier.

She shook her head and having completed our meal we went home for the night.

Once we got to our home, I went in and took the bag of dirty clothes into the laundry room and then told Mom that I was tired and I was going to bed.

The next morning, I found Mom sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes.

I sat down next to her and began small talk. Somehow our conversation drifted back to the erotic enemas that the older scouts had talked about over the weekend.

It was at that point that I asked Mother if she could give me one of those.

Mom looked at me like I had a screw loose or something!

I said “Please!”

Mom shifted in her seat, then she said “Mike, I wouldn’t even begin to know how to do that! No, I won’t! End of discussion, ok?”

I, then, not wanting to give up, sort of begged her.. ”Please!”

Mom just sat there looking at me!

Then, she asked “Well, Mike, did the boys say anything about what their mothers did to them as they gave them their “erotic” enemas?”

I thought for a second and then listed several things… saying only one boy described the action…

1. He said that his mother used both hot water and ice water .. alternating throughout the whole enema. (Mom asked how did his mother do it? I told her the boy said that she used 2 full bags.. one hot and one ice cold)

2. He, also, said his mother put both salt and soap into each bag mixing it with the water.

3. He, also, said that she used Vicks salve instead of Vaseline as the lubricant.

4 He, also, said that she used the douche nozzle instead of the small rectal nozzle and that she moved it in and out as the water went in.

5. Finally, he said that his mother rubbed both his back and his stomach and would whisper words of encouragement to him in his ear the entire time the enema was occurring. He said that the words of encouragement sure helped him take all of his water!

I don’t think Mother could believe I was telling those things to her.

We sat there for several more minutes not saying anything to the other.

Finally, I broke the ice saying “Please Mom! Won’t you please give me one of those erotic adult enemas just like T-Mike said his mother gave him?”

Mom shook her head and got up and went into the tv Room leaving me at the table.

I soon followed her into the tv Room and nothing more was said about me wanting an erotic enema that day.

But, the next day, I, again, started begging Mom for one!

She looked at me and then said “Mike, I don’t have but one enema bag in the house! So, I can’t do it? Besides, the whole idea of me giving that to you is beyond weird!

My ego went down to zero! Then, I got an idea… I wasn’t going to take a no for an answer. If all she needed was another enema bag, I could get her one! I had money! And it would be no problem for me to ride my bike to the local mall that had a Walgreens Drug Store in it.

So, before I left, I went into my room and got some of my money that I had earned from my paper route. Then, off I went with a determined mood to get what I needed.

When I arrived at Walgreens I searched out the feminine hygiene area where I picked out the new enema bag. Then, in addition, to purchasing Mom a new enema bag, I, also, purchased a jar of Vicks Vapor Rub thinking Mom didn’t have any of that stuff either!

Then, I left and when I got home, I took the sack containing the new bag and the Vicks into the kitchen where Mom was sitting and placed it onto the table opposite her.

I, then, pulled out a chair and sat down facing Mom.

Mom being a bit curious peaked inside the bag and saw that I had gotten her a second enema bag, a new Tyson combination syringe!

Mom looked up at me and said “Mike, I still can’t give you that erotic adult enema you want!

I asked her why?

Her response was “I don’t think I have any Vicks Vapor rub!”

I replied “Mom, check deeper into the sack, I think you will find that I bought you some of that too!”

Mom just sat there shaking her head!

I, again, said “Please! Can’t you now give me an erotic enema now?”

Mom scrunched up her face knowing that she didn’t have anymore excuses. She gave out a huff and then got up from her seat. She picked up the sack and walked over to the cabinet to the right of the sink where she took out a container of salt and some liquid Ivory soap.

Then, she came over to me, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she walked past me.

I watched her as she disappeared into the bathroom that was beside the kitchen!

Then, I heard the small corner cabinet that contained the other enema bag open.

I am surprised that she didn’t hear the sound of heart beating! It was just a pounding inside my chest! And, If you had checked my BP, you would have probably found it at an all time high!

Before I knew it, I heard the sound of water running in the sink.

And, then, a few minutes later she reappeared into the kitchen and eased over to the refrigerator where she opened the freezer section and took out the 3 ice trays that were in there.

Mom, then, took a gallon pitcher out of the cabinet that was below the sink and emptied all 3 of the ice trays into it.. and shortly after that she added the water!

She, then, came back over to the table where I was sitting and sat down opposite me!

She, then, said “ok, Mike, I guess that you can tell that I am going to be giving you that erotic adult enema pretty soon! I am just waiting for the ice water to get real cold!”

In the meantime, I told her “thanks” and she took my hands into her’s not saying another word! All she did was smile over at me with a very warm look on her face!

I leaned over and kissed her cheek!

Mom, again, gave me a Mama smile, got up from the table, patted me on the head, and walked over to the cabinet where she picked up the gallon pitcher of ice water and proceeded past me into the bathroom.

What she did next was all supposition.. My guess was though that she went about filling up the new bag!

Before I knew it, Mom was sticking her head outside the door and calling for me to join her in the room!

I, guess you know what I did! That’s right, I immediately, got up and you know the rest!

I got my first erotic enema… and I must say that it was absolutely great! Mother did not disappoint!

I was in the hospital in 2021 for a leg injury. After 5 days without going due to the pain meds they had me on, the nurse said they were going to give me a stool softener to help me go. I told the nurse, just give me a Fleet enema and get it over with. ( knew there was no way I was getting a bag ). She said ok, but came back with the stool softener. I said “I'm not taking that stuff and waiting for ”maybe", now PLEASE give me a Fleet enema. So she went and got one and gave it to me. It was especially memorable for me as the Nurse told me that she had never given anyone an enema before, and that she was nervous. I was happy that she saw it was no big deal and was immediately effective, and maybe she'll be more inclined to use them if needed.

I am always trying my doctors to give me a enema .or a barium enema

I all complain .I need somthing Doc !! Lol

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Never begged anyone for an enema however after eating like crap for 30 days I'm in definite need of multiple enemas💦🍑!