How old were you when you bought your own bag for your own use?

How old were you when you bought your own bag for your own use?

What were the circumstances?

What type of store-Neighborhood drug store? Chain drug store? Department store? Grocery store with a pharmacy? Mail order? Internet? Sex shop?

What were you thinking about? The size of bag? Whether it was HWB style. open-top, can?

What were your emotions?

Was there an urge to run right home and try it out?

Were you alone, or was there a family member with you? If so, did they influence your buying decision in any way?

Was there some embarrassment?

I bought my first bag when I was 15 or 16. I ordered it from optimal health network and got a silicone 5 quart bag. I also got a 1.25” delrin nozzle and a 30” colon tube. I had convinced my mother it was for health reasons as the enema bags I was using before were small feeding bags (only one liter) with a foley catheter attached. Little did she know how much I enjoyed filling myself up and masturbating. The first fill with the 5 quart bag was magical. I think I was able to take 2 or 2.5 quarts before stopping but it felt amazing. I was definitely a little embarrassed to talk to my mother about it but she already knew and supported the fact that I took enemas so it wasn’t the worst thing.

I was 18 and away from home at college. I had 6 years of previous experience so I pretty much knew what I wanted. A week before the purchase, my first college girlfriend told me one evening that she was going to take an enema before going to bed. I was shocked and very excited. I told her I also enjoyed enemas. She suggested that we go to an off campus hotel the next weekend and enjoy ourselves. I agreed. Later that week I went to a local Rite Aid near the campus and bought a standard 2 quart hot water bottle type bag. After I picked the one I wanted I had to wait a few minutes until the cashier was available and there was no one in line. I was so nervous, excited and embarrassed but I had to buy it. I lived on campus in a male only dorm so I couldn’t try it out. The rooms were private and shared by 2 people. The bathroom was a community room with stalls for toilets and showers. The next 3 days were the longest 3 days of my life. Finally Friday got here and off we went to a cheap motel. The second we got the keys to the room, we got naked and were ready to go. She wanted to get her enema first. Then it was my turn. We spend the entire weekend until Sunday check out time taking enemas and having sex. It was great fun for a horny 18 year old couple. I’ll never forget it and it’s been 57 years since that memorable weekend.

How old were you when you bought your own bag for your own use?

I bought a hand-held douche bulb when I was a freshman in college. I would have been either 17 or 18 years of age. I bought it at a drugstore close to campus. The only emotion that I experienced is that I hoped someone that I know won't see me buying it for it like saying I am sexually active. Needless to say, I was alone although I wouldn't have been uncomfortable with one of my suite mates being with me for she had one.

I was probably 20 and living in an undergraduate dorm when I bought my first enema device. It was a Faultless adult rectal syringe which held 8 ounces. I bought it at a mom and pop drugstore just a couple of blocks from campus. The purchase was a bit of an experiment. I usually took Dulcolax for my recurrent constipation, but wanted to see if I could somehow make an enema work in my communal living situation. A bag was out of the question since I lived is a suite with 7 other guys and we all shared a single multi-shower, multi-toilet bathroom. I think I only used the bulb syringe once since I found it awkward to keep getting up off the toilet and walking over to one of the sinks to add more water to the bulb. That also exposed me to potential discovery should one of my suite mates enter the bathroom. I remember waiting to do the enema until I thought that all of my them were gone and what a rare occasion that was. I remember doing four bulbs of water and getting pretty good relief of my constipation. I also remember one of my suite mates walking into the bathroom just as I finished expelling the last of the water. He heard it and asked me if I was OK. I think I told him that I had taken a laxative. He did not ask any more questions.

I bought my first bag when I was 22 and in my first semester of graduate school. By then, I lived in an off-campus apartment that I shared with another graduate student. There was only one bathroom but I figured it would be easy to pick a time for the enema when he was sure to be in class. I got quite constipated a few weeks into the semester and decided that I was too busy to block out a day to stay home and deal with laxative results. I went back to the same mom and pop drugstore where I had purchased the bulb syringe and purchased a disposable Fleet Bagenema. I remember the older female clerk asking me if I was sure if I was purchasing the right thing when I brought the box to the checkout counter. I was terribly embarrased but managed to explain that I was quite constipated and that a full size enema was the only thing likely to help. She asked if I needed to speak with the pharmacist about how to use it and I hurredly explained that I was already familiar with the process. The Bagenema, of course, held 1500 ml and had a soap packet included. After the purchase, I went straight to my apartment to try it out.

My roomate was supposed to be in a lab for the remainder of the afternoon, so I got to work preparing the enema as soon as I got home. I filled it to the top and added the soap packet. The bathroom was small so I decided to administer it while I sat on the toilet. I drove a small nail in the wall above and behid the toilet and hung the bag there. Just as I was about to insert the pre-lubricated tube, my roommate arrived home. He went straight to the bathroom door and tried to enter. Finding it locked, he called out that he really needed to pee and it was an emergency. I decided that I needed to let him in but also decided for some reason that I was not going to try to hide the enema bag. I pulled up my underwear and just left the enema bag hanging there as I let him in the bathroom. Thankfully, little was said about the bag. He mentioned that he had gotten enemas as a kid from his mother and hated them. He then left me alone to take my enema in peace.

I gave my first wife lots of enemas because she was frequently constipated. She only had an old douche bulb she used for enemas.

One day in the pharmacy picking up some pills, I walked down the enema aisle and spied a clear bag with a colon tube. I immediately bought it and headed to my car.

Once in the car, I couldn’t wait to open the box and inspect my purchase. I was breathing heavy and my dick was hard as glass.

When I got home, my wife was out so I immediately stripped naked, prepared a full bag of warm soapy water and started inserting the nozzle.

As luck would have it, my wife came home and came straight to the bathroom to pee. She saw me down on all fours reaching for the clamp.

Her response was, “You must really need to poop.”

I assured her I did and had tried to go without any help but could not. She simply said, “Good luck but I’m out of here.”

Of course I was just wanting to feel the long tube, enjoy the warm water and release the relaxing fill.

She gave me my privacy and I enjoyed two more full bags.

The next time I was giving her an enema, I used the bag and colon tube rather than her douche bulb.

She enjoyed the feel of the tube and different portions we could use.

Sadly, that bag finally fell apart and I haven’t found another like it, but I have replaced it with OHN gear.

In the years since, I’ve taken, given and been given many enemas with different ladies.

I was 18, just out of high school. It was a 8oz bulb enema that I bought for my girlfriend and I to experiment with enemas. It was great!

I was 22 and had moved to a new city to begin my corporate career, one week after graduating from college. I moved in my bachelor pad on a Saturday. Sunday night I drove to a nearby drugstore and playing dumb asked the pharmacist ( a fatherly gentleman) for some advice about enema equipment. I implied that an enema had been prescribed by my doctor. The pharmacist sold me a red combination bag syringe, which I put to use as soon as I got back to my apartment. That was the first of many enema bags I have bought in the last 50 plus years.

I was 16 ish, had been into enemas for a bit and now I had the internet, a debt card, and money from a job. I ordered this bag https://www.optimalhealthnetwork.com/Super-XL-Enema-Bag-Kit-p/106.htm because I figured it was 2 quarts plus extra if I wanted and a retention nozzle.

It arrived, I finally got a chance to use it, and the half inch wide hose was quite a surprise.

How old were you when you bought your own bag for your own use? I was 26 because before that I hated anything to do with back there. Then the girl who started me on them moved in. Her bag was giving out. It had torn where the hook goes. So we placed tape on it and poked a hole in the tape to put a hanger through. I still have it.

What were the circumstances? The girl who started me on them moved in. Her bag was giving out. It had torn where the hook goes. So we placed tape on it and poked a hole in the tape to put a hanger through. I still have it.

What type of store-Neighborhood drug store? Chain drug store? Department store? Grocery store with a pharmacy? Mail order? Internet? Internet and I believe it was Amazon.

What were you thinking about? The size of bag? Whether it was HWB style. open-top, can? We just needed a new bag. But after we were not happy because it was a closed top and open tops are easier. Plus after some good cleaning and we were in the tub we could just take it and push it in the water and fill it. Then we moved to using the faucet in the tub. Then using the shower. Then finally we got an extra-long shower massage hose.

What were your emotions? We were laughing and also excited.

Was there an urge to run right home and try it out? No, because it was delivered to our door.

Were you alone, or was there a family member with you? If so, did they influence your buying decision in any way? The girl who started me on enemas was sitting beside me.

Was there some embarrassment? No but we both got excited and wet.

Bought the first one shortly after being married, Wife suffered constipation prior to periods and the bulb syringe we used was sometimes insufficient. I bought it at a neighborhood drug store. Maybe a little embarrassed but in those days, having an enema bag was commonplace. We had a open top two quart faultless bag.

Bought first bag at 27 years old when moved into first apartment. Was nervous walking to the drugstore and almost chickened out taking my selection up to the cashier. Couldn't wait to get home and try it out.

I was a horny and kinky 20 year old when I went to a drug store for my 1st bag, a pink douche set😜A few years later I went back to the local Rexall and bought a red combination 2 qt. set. I had it for years but later, reading “Nozzle Talk”, I learned to siphon fill it to one gallon and enemas got really fun🤪😍😁1-2-3 qts. until finally I joined the “Gallon Club”❤️

I was about 11 when I rode my bike to a Safeway about 1/4 mile from home. I had scouted out the aisle of attractions many times and finally had enough money from odd jobs and lawn care.

The purchase of the Faultless Combo Syringe had my heart rate through the roof and my face as red as the worst sunburn ever.

Those other involuntary reactions made riding the bike challenging, but the pressure from the seat was amazing. I was as wet as if I'd aready cum in my pants.

Once home, I quickly took advantage of some time alone and took nearly a full bag. The dilemma was now finding a hiding place for my new treasure!

I was 18 and a freshman in college when several of us were just talking one afternoon. The conversation came around to douching and I admitted to have never done one. Two days later I found myself with four female friends at a pharmacy near campus and they were noisily giving me advice. It was embarrassing and all I wanted to do was get out of there. I did, but with a new amber folding syringe that I used for several years until I had my own place and bought a red combination bag, which we still have. Sadly that amber bag failed after nearly 18 years of use.

My first was an all-white "Celebrity" folding syringe (with carrying pouch) in an "art deco" design; bought it through the mail when I moved out of the dorms and got my first apartment. I was 21 at the time.

I was 17, still living at home. I bought an Adult Rectal Syringe (because I thought it would be easy to hide) at Walgreens. It was a blue bulb with a white screw in nozzle. I still have it.

There was a bulb and combo bag available at home so I did not buy one for myself until after I got married. I bought a pretty common Faultless combo syringe similar to what we had at home but it was baby blue rather than the typical red. I had not yet confessed to my new husband that I took most enemas for pleasure rather than need so its use was mostly confined to opportunities when I was home alone. I bought it at a family-owned drugstore that had a pretty good selection of enema things but at the time I just got the "ordinary" bag. Later I started to experiment with different equipment and things.

I was 22 and married just a few months, when I bought a fountain syringe at a medical supply store. I was recovering from injuries that I suffered in an accident after spending over two weeks in the hospital.

Long story short, because I’ve told it several times. A visiting nurse who cared for me at home recommended that I have an enema bag due to the side effects of the pain medication I was taking. Even though she wrote out a detailed plan of diet, exercise and hydration to keep me from getting constipated, she said I may need to give myself an enema. (Fleets were being used in hospitals, but she suggested that I do water enemas.) She taught me how to do it myself, if needed, using a disposable 1500ml bag. She also involved my husband as my caregiver and taught him all sorts of things to help in my recovery.

I have written lovingly about Angie many times, and how important she was to my recovery and teaching me nursing skills that I would eventually use caring for my own family. She was literally an angel to my husband and me, and to this day I have deep respect for nurses.

P.S. This was 39 years ago.

I was in my late twenties and married. Wife did not share my interests, so bought a bag online and kept it to myself.

I was probably about 14 y/o when I bought my first enema equipment. It was at the main J.L. Hudson store in downtown Detroit. It was one of the old department stores that sold everything under the sun in one location. I bought a amber latex travel syringe. It had amber latex tubing, metal shut off clamp, and white douche and rectal nozzles. It was just like the one my mother had hanging over the shower in her bathroom. My only decision that day was the choice of pattern on the canvas like travel bag. I picked the white and blue pattern. The latex bag sadly is long gone, but I still use the travel bag to store various nozzles. Following my purchase I rode the bus home and hid my purchase and waited for the next time I had the house to myself for a few hours.

I was 19 and had just moved out on my own. One morning I went down to the Rexall drug store. As I was making my selection the elderly clerk approached and ask if she could be of any help. I was mortified, my face was flushed red and my heart was racing. But she was pleasant and put me at ease. I made my selection of a classic open top red bag. I got many wonderful years of use out of that bag wished I still had it.

I can't recall my exact age when I purchased my first enema equipment but I was around 16 or 17 years old. A year or so before my interest in enemas had suddenly been awakened by memories of the ones I received from the district nurse as an eight year old and the discovery of a syringe in an old wardrobe storing belongings of an expatriate aunt. When the oppoprtunity arose and I had the house to myself I would use this syringe to secretly administer myself an enema.

However as it had been in store for probably 20 years the syringe showed signs of perishing so I needed to replace and return it to the old wardrobe. In the fifties you sometimes saw bedpans, urinals, enema syringes and even whirling spray douches on open display in chemists shops. So after taking note of a couple I nervously apprached a female assistant and just sked for an enema syringe. Nonplussed she went away and came back with a box annouced the price, I paid and that was it. Feeling a little frisson I could not wait to get back home, open the box to hold my new beatiful shiny black higginsin syringe.

I kept the syringe with me though always hidden for the nextfew years until after a move my then wife discovered it one day, she knew what it was and asked why I had it. I told her in the past I had occasionally used it when I became constipated. She seemed to accept this explanation offering to assist if I ever needed to use it in the future. Over the next 15 years of the marriage I would sometimes get her to administer though I do not know if she ever realised that enemas had a sexual element for me. Meanwhile I was also viviting professionals catering to Klismaphiliacs. My wife died in a car accident when the marriage was in difficulty I often what might have been if I had been frank about my obsession.

I was married at 24. I had some rectal bleeding and doctor ordered barium xrays. I had to buy an enema bag to get prepped. My wife was totally against enemas and shortly afterward opened the bathroom closet and tossed the bag on the floor in disgust. I had to secretly take a much needed occasional enema over the years until our divorce. She was not an understanding women

I was 16 , just received my drivers license, drove to a drug store outside my neighborhood to avoid seeing anyone that I knew. Bought a yellow latex folding travel syringe. I had always been fascinated by them from seeing them in catalogs, etc. Also it would fold flat and be easier to hide in my room. I could not wait to get home and try it. Filled it full and was amazed at the size and shape. Took the full bag using the douche nozzle and masturbated. I think I hit the ceiling that time!

Teenagers. Right before college, the nurse and I went to our favorite local drug store, and purchased a combination bag. We would buy condoms and lube there all the time. Then, we purchased the last of their glass rectal thermometers. Finally worked up the nerve to buy a generic enema bag kit. It was always the same old man checking us out at the register and we felt bad for him- also wondered what he was thinking after all these purchases.

We still have that bag, but it gets zero use. It was only used for a few years until we could get proper gear. When we moved in together in college, we finally got our own proper 4 quart red enema bag from klystra, along with a 750 cc inflatable nozzle and super long latex colon tube. Now we have one of just about every piece of enema gear.

I was 14 in 1967 when i bought my first enema bag and the drug store had hundreds of classic 1950's bags and not yet viewed as vintage enema bags and over the course of 2 years or so i bought around 20 of them

How old were you when you bought your own bag for your own use? - 21

What were the circumstances? - Newly married and did not have one. Prior to marriage, living at home would use just what mom had.

What type of store-Neighborhood drug store? Chain drug store? Department store? Grocery store with a pharmacy?- Old dept store with a health dept.

What were you thinking about? The size of bag? Whether it was HWB style. open-top, can? Too nervous to think about anything.... took whatever open-top bag they had... it was a SunRay or something like that. Not a real quality bag.

What were your emotions? Embarrassed standing on checkout line with the "box" in hand and knowing everyone could see what I was buying.

Was there an urge to run right home and try it out? Oh, yes!

Were you alone, or was there a family member with you? If so, did they influence your buying decision in any way?- Wife was with me, but did not stand on line with me... perhaps pretending not to know me.

Was there some embarrassment? Oh yes, and it was a rush, and a high of sorts from the nervousness - so much so it eventually led to my getting the urge to repeat the experience time and time again of buying more enema bags then I could ever use.

I did not buy my first enema bag. My mother gave me a red 2 quart combination enema/douche/hot water bottle bag on my 16th birthday.

I certainly would have been mortified with embarrassment had I gone to the local drug store to buy one by myself or mom being along there with me.

Was I excited? I would say yes but did my best to hide it but anxious to try it out. Stimulated? Absolutely!!

Mom still gave me regular enemas but was not always available and I was expected to do them on my own with her witnessing the first few times to make sure that I did them correctly and safely.

Denise