When did you have a Enema Bag for the first time.

When did your mom give you an Enema from a full bag with a hose and the impact on you? The feeling when the hose disappear in your but and the Enema take over all your sexual feelings and you by then was a true Enema lover. You never getting back to the little bulb Enemas. But you embrace this new feeling of a large Enema and the Enema spraying out afterwards. The enormous impact on you for life.

I got my first enema when I was about six, administered with a one-piece rubber bulb. About a year or so later this was replaced by a larger two-piece rubber bulb with a black nozzle. But the one-piece one remained and stood on the windowsill as a "warning", so to speak.

About another year later, a one-liter enamel irrigator suddenly hung over the bench on which my brother and I had to take the enemas. I was allowed to inaugurate this; And mom gave me a liter in one go for the first time... The liter was hard to take.

Then the enamel part fell to the floor while cleaning and small pieces of enamel splintered off. Mom told us not to give us any more enemas, and soon there was a red rubber bag hanging on the inside of the door.

That means, with about nine plus, the enemas came out of the bag, and the typical rubber/warm soapy smell entered the bathroom. From then on, Mom tested our limits of intake and the effects of this. My older brother has often had to act as a crash test dummy, which was usually evident through his loud protests.

These administrations came to me at a slightly later time...

I was about four the first time I got an enema from a bag. I have no memories of getting an enema any other way.

My first enema was given using a latex syringe / douche bag at age four or thereabouts. Over mom’s lap in the bathroom. As for getting a full bag, that happened during one of those now preventable childhood diseases around eleven years old. I was getting an enema every morning and mom decided I could accommodate more volume and began filling the bag for my enemas. I cooperated with those enemas because those enemas provided my only relief from the illness, so mom acted accordingly to ensure a thorough cleaning out.

I got my first bag enema the day before tonsil surgery. The doctor ordered enemas till clear. Mom introduced it as a big boy enema. I got my first hardon from all the repeated enemas i got that day.

It was such a long time ago that I don't even remember if it was my mother or grandmother. They both were very active with it. Aunt also participated. But I remember very well the bag hanging in the bathroom to dry, I still use a similar folding bag to this day. Of course, if I can, I substitute the short nozzle with something more consistent.

The first enema I can remember getting, I was laying across my grandmothers lap naked, as she held the nozzle in place while my tummy filled with warm soapy water. She was sitting on a bench in the bathroom with the enema bag hanging on the wall behind her. And I could look around and see how full or empty the bag was. I was around five years old at the time. And when my siblings and I were at our grandmothers, that’s where we received enemas. In the beginning it was just grandma, but when moms two younger sisters reached their preteens, she taught them how to care for and give children enemas. Afterwards, to give the girls practical experience, she gave them the responsibility of doing our evening bath, including enemas and the occasional spanking. Once that happened, the girls were giving us more enemas than grandma. And like grandma, both girls gave us enemas laying naked across their lap, but it was different with the girls. Because unlike grandma, the girls got in the shower with us to keep order while they bathe us. So, whenever they gave us enemas in the evening, like us, they too were naked. Around age nine or ten, grandma told the girls to switch us to the knee chest position, increase our enema volume, and start using a long-curved douche nozzle instead of the adult rectal nozzle they had been using. The only thing that didn’t change was the enema bag, it was either a closed or open top douche/enema bag. Grandma also had a three-quart pumpkin douche/enema bag that the girls gave us enemas with occasionally, but not that often. A few months after the change, my brother and I were finally able to take a full two-quart bag for both the soapy and rinse enema. Then, a number of months later, our sister was able to do likewise.

Switched to the bag at age 10, but time time also got from the usual red bulb. Mainly for quick constipation relief.

When I was five,my mother and I both became constipated and grandma gave a large soapy Ivory soap enema to her with a curved black nozzle and a large red bag fully filled. She was moaning towards the end but grandma made her take all the enema. I was surprised that so much water could go in and her tummy was quite distended as she got up and quickly walked to the toilet. As she was expelling, grandma made the same enema for me. When mom was finished, she told me to lie down on my left side and inserted the same nozzle coated with Vaseline into my anus and told me to tell her when I felt full. I had had only bulb syringe enemas before and it felt different as the strange nozzle entered my anus and the water squirted out the side holes into my anus. I quickly felt full and mom let me expel before giving me the rest of the enema. I was able to take more enema the second time. Mom told me to lie and hold the second enema in for a bit. Her stomach gurgled and she told me she had some more to expel. The bathroom was right next to the bedroom and I heard the gushes as she emptied the remaining enema. Then it was my turn. I didn't get more enemas from the bag for several years but the bulb syringe and the Higgenson were used often to fill me with different recipe enemas.

I was 22 and recovering from being critically injured in an accident. I was still taking pain medication several weeks after the accident and multiple surgeries and trying to avoid being constantly constipated.

A nurse who took care of me at home after the accident showed me how to give myself a cleansing enema with warm water and castle soap. She recommended that I go to a pharmacy or medical supply and purchase a fountain syringe, bulb syringe and a hot water bottle.

I was a newlywed, only two months, when the accident happened. She said women who care for themselves and a family should have an enema bag and know how to use it.

My first bag enema was from my maternal grandmother when I was ten. I would stay with her for a week at a time during summer vacation when I would get bored at home. During one of these visits, I was feeling poorly and with questioning she determined that I had not pooped in the three days since I got there, so an enema was recommended. Since I did not mind the small bulb enemas I got from mom, I agreed she could give me an enema.

I was quite surprised to see what I knew as a hot water bottle with a hose attached instead of the expected bulb. I took about half of the bag, which was more than I had ever had as an enema to date, but even though it was a bit uncomfortable, I liked it. It started me on my journey to give myself increasingly larger enemas than the typical couple of squirts with the bulb. Then mom had bought a combo bag for my sister and me to use (did grandma talk to her?) and soon I was caught giving myself an enema when mom came home earlier than expected from shopping. After that day, mom never offered to give me an enema again but it was only the beginning of my enema pleasures.

My first enema from the bag was when I was 4 years old and was constipated during a cold. The doctor ordered a 1 pint enema of warm salt water. It was a traumatic experience for me since my Mom didn't explain what she was doing. I cried and struggled as she pushed the rectal nozzle up my bum and started the flow which gave me cramps as it filled my bowels. She just told me to take deep slow breaths to ease the cramping but she didn't stop until the whole pint of water was inside me. Then she removed the nozzle and squeezed by butt cheeks tight together and forced me to hold the water inside for 5 minutes which she timed with a kitchen timer. Then she sat me on a potty and hard lumps of poop came gushing out of my bum accompanied by strong waves of cramps and bursts of salty water. I was exhausted after going through that ordeal but it was the start of many more enemas during my childhood. I got soapsuds enemas from then on, any day that I was too sick to go to school as well as 2 soapsuds enemas as part of a "Spring Cleaning" at my grandparents' home during the Easter holidays, and more whenever a dose of laxative at bedtime didn't make me poop as soon as I woke up the next morning (even after a suppository to "help the laxative work"). Most years I got about a dozen enemas except when I was 12 and got the measles. Daily enemas for a week during recovery plus more during several colds and a bout of the flu as well as my usual dozen ended up getting me 2 dozen enemas that year.

My first enema bag I received when I was 22 years old, was given by female nurse due to constipation problems. She put soap bar in warm water and mixed it well. I received enema while laying on my right side. Did not see her lubing enema nozzle, but I felt her touching my anus, her finger was not inserted in, not sure is was wearing gloves as she touched my anus. She asked to tell her is I get cramps, and it happened few times. So she lowered enema bag to reduce the flow. After using toilet she asked me how do I feel and if I need another enema. I said to her that I still feel bloated, so she gave me another enema.

I never received a bag enema as a child. Every enema given by my mother was with a bulb. Even her owne enemas were with an adult bulb syringe. In the cupboard there was an open top bag, hose, black curved douch nozzle, and about a 32fr colon tube. I never saw them used. I did make use of them from about 12 or 13 years of age on. Later I bought my owne closed top bag. I still take most of my enemas with either a bulb enema or Higgins bulb pump and colon tube.

As a child, all of my enemas were given with the two quart closed top red rubber bag. She would go to the kitchen and get a 2 or 3 quart cooking pot. She would bring it to the bathroom, put it under running water, and swish a bar of soap into the water. Then she poured the water into the bag and I think it was mostly full. I remember taking everything that was in the bag. Lots of cramps on the toilet.

I must have been about 7 or so when I was first introduced to the family enema bag. By that point I was quite accustomed with mom's routine bulb syringe sessions and was the obedient, compliant recipient. So it was quite intimidating (and scary) to be called into the bathroom only to see the bulging bag hanging from the robe hook next to the toilet. The bag and hose was already familiar to me, having seen it hanging up to dry out on many occasions, knowing it was for big enemas and believing I was many years away from the experience. Crying and pleading to no avail, mom explained I was getting bigger and that the bag would give me the real good enema that I needed. It wasn't long before I was laying over the towel-draped closed toilet lid and felt that familiar surge of warm soapy water. I thought I would burst from the pressure but mom knew when to stop the flow and let me expel. And so that was the beginning of large volume enemas for me. The bulb didn't disappear completely though. There were a couple times after that first bag enema that the syringe made a welcome appearance, but it was mostly bag enemas after that.

Got my first one when I was in college and finally had a single room. It got a lot of attention when I was free.

Growing up I got only 3 or 4 enemas at home with a little red bulb. I have no idea why but at a very early age I would notice and was fascinated with bags and bulbs at the store, Yes old enough to remember when that was common.

To this day still don't understand how my attraction to enemas got to where it is.

When I moved out I got a bag, first bag enema was self administered, After i got married my wife gave me a few, but that is a thing of the past.

I little over a year ago I got with a Zitty member and was given several bag enemas, nothing other than enemas. It was a wonderful and amazing experience!

I got my first bag enema at the early age of three my mom and grandma. While I recall only portions of that, I will never forget the panic of fighting my mom as she forced the black Vulcanite enema tube into my bottom as I lie face down over her bed on a towel. Whether it was then that I first heard the metal clip opening ,or the collective memory of the childhood enemas that followed, Mom's enemas remain the most single exciting memories of my child-hood.

My first enema was actually a barium enema given in a hospital, given to help diagnose a stomach ache at about age 10. They used a very large plastic disposable barium enema bag filled all the way up, though they didn't give me the whole bag. I remember being intimidated by the size of the filled bag.

About age of 8. Before that only bulbs were used.

My first bag enema was in hospital age five when got home mum had bought bag ready for me so from then on was bag enema nozzle fully inserted allways very soapy and very warm

I had my first enema bag at about 7. It was half a bag,soapy and half bag rinse. By the time I was 11 was given enemas weekly with a full bag.

My first bag enema was when I was six. It was the day before my first day of school. Mom said I needed a "good cleaning out" before I started school. She told me to take off my pajamas and meet her in the bathroom. I expected a bulb enema but when I enetered the bathroom there was a large enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. Instead of laying across her lap, she knelt me down in the tub. I was really frightened of the black enema nozzle but she inserted it gently. Then for the first time I heard the click of the clamp followed by the feel of pressure of warm soapy water entering my bowel. I began to feel so full and told her I couldn't hold more but mom just said to calm down and hold it. I did manage that, but the relief of expelling felt so good. I was surprised by how hard the water gushed from my rectum. Mom inspected the toilet and told me we needed more cleaning until the water came out clear. Two more soapy enemas and a clear water rinse later she was satisfied. The intense anal stimulation excited me. While I was tired from it all, I really didn't want it to end. Mom said I could put my pjs on and take a nap. I really didn't recognize my sexual excitement at the time but I didn't put on pajamas and took my nap nude. In fact I stayed naked till mid afternoon when mom said I had to get dressed. My love of enemas was born.

I don't really remember the first time, but I know I was getting bag enemas by the first grade, around 6 or 7 years old. Earlier I got enemas kneeling down on the bathroom floor from a red bulb with a black bat shaped nozzle. The bag enemas were from the family enema bag, a red B.F. Goodrich Coronet combination with red hose shiny metal clamp and black bat shaped nozzle. I would lay in the bathroom floor on my back and my Mom would inset the nozzle and let it flow. Her enemas always were crampy due to the rapid flow rate, (she hung the bag too high). She just used plain water but they were still too crampy for a 6 year old.

I remember getting an enema when I was 4 years old. Mom was sitting on the closed toilet and I was on my tummy in the bath tub. Grandma and my older sister were on folding chairs observing. I looked back and remember mom raising the red enema bag as I began to get uncomfortable as I was filled. We moved to a different apartment complex shortly thereafter. I was able to date that enema with the move and my older sister's recollections.

A bulb syringe, or "booper" as we referred to it, was seldom used. The red enema bag hung there for years until replaced with an amber folding syringe.

It wasn't my mom. I was doing research in Mexico and woke up one morning with a horrible pain near my solar plexus. I had to take a bus to the capitol city and my gay friend fixed up an appointment for an x-ray the following day,. I received some pills I had to take the night before (for x-ray contrast). The next morning I had to have ETC's (enemas until clear) so bought my first enema bag. The next morning my friend who was gay helped me with the enema. He knew how to do the whole thing and really enjoyed himself seeing my boy's bits and, of course, my back door. Sadkly for him (and me) I couldn't let him use it at that time. I now very much regret that fact, His skill was much appreciated and I really enjoyed the enemas. BTW - it was a gall bladder attack, with thick bile having a hard time getting out of the gall bladder.

I bought my first enema bag when i was 13 or 14.

It was blue open top bag 1.5L

Get it full.

Nice memories.

Next i purchased closed 2L red enema bag with nice vaginal nozzle

I was in elementary school. I remembered smaller enemas, including a couple of soap sticks when I was younger but I don’t remember the bag. I was always anally inclined and loved to play back there. I had trouble sleeping as a child, I found this little trick that would help me to sleep. I would play with my butt until this incredible feeling came over me after which I was able to sleep. It wasn’t until I was in high school that I realized what I’ve been doing all this time was masturbating to orgasm. Pretty precocious for a four-year-old . I found the bag while my parents were out and decided to try it. I liked it! I used it when they weren’t home for years. I didn’t dare buy my own as my mother checked through my room regularly. Once I moved out, however, it was a whole new ball game.(every pun intended.)

Trying to remember back to a point some 70 years ago, my first enema was from a bag. That was all my mother, grandmother, and great aunt ever had, so that is what was used on me. I was constipated for a couple of days when my mother figured out that was what was wrong with me. That was when I experienced my very first enema at the age of 4. I hated it and could not wait for the experience to be over with. I kicked and screamed the whole time.

Move forward about another 6 years and perhaps maybe a100+ enemas later, and all of a sudden, my enemas started to feel good. That was when I got addicted to enemas. Of course, I never let on that I liked them and fought the whole time. I never let on that I had grown to like my enemas. In fact, I used to fake having constipation in order to have my mother administer a nice warm slightly soapy enema as the cure.

Then around age 11 or 12, I gave myself my first solo enema and have been doing it ever since. I have never liked getting a bulb enema and always prefer and use "the bag". Early on, my volume was less than a quart, but as I grew up the volume got larger and now my normal volume is about 3 quarts taken while sitting or sometimes standing.

My enemas tend to contribute to having an erection and I do masturbate. Back when I was about 15 or so, I was giving myself an enema and had a full throbbing erection which I was stroking when all of a sudden, I ejaculated. That one experience locked in enemas as a permanent part of my life.