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

Not sure of the question, is it when were you "enemed" for the first time? Would enemed be a verb, past tense?

So I was the first born of four children. When I was old enough to go snooping I found a small red infant syringe in the medicine cabinet. I don't know how I figured what it was but would sneak it and insert the tiny black nozzle into my anus, dry. That's when I had my first orgasm, scared me to death.

The first enema I was given with a bag was a bit later, I don't remember what the issue was, probably constipation. My mother with the help of a neighbor held me down prone, and inserted the nozzle into my poor anus. I'll never forget that bag, a yellow amber latex open top bag, the open mouth of the bag was black, the fitting on the bottom where the amber hose attached was black. Yes, that's the first enema with a bag that I can remember, I was not a happy camper. the hoseman

I guess the first time I got an enema using a bag was the time I was home from school with a tummy ache and my mom said an enema might make me feel better. She invited me into her bedroom where a pink feminine syringe was hanging from one of the bed posts. The bag was full of hot water with soap suds oozing out of the top. Attached to the bag was a long red hose with a rather large curved black fitting at the end of the hose. When she saw the surprise look on my face, she explained that rather than using the bulb syringe for my enemas, at age 8 she said I was a big boy now and it was time to get larger enemas using a bag.

I only have vague memories of a bag enema from my mother before age five, but vivid memories of my first enema from a pair of nursing nuns in a Catholic hospital when I had my tonsils out. Although a white enamel irrigator can used, it is my first real memory of a large volume enema.

The first real memory of bag enemas was from my mother at age six after I swallowed a screw. (Stupid kid!) I was given two-pint soapsuds enemas morning and evening until the screw passed. I had to use a potty seat to evacuate and the results were checked for the rather large wood screw I ingested. It was about three or four days before it came out.

My mother continued with two-pint enemas from that point - half the open-top bag - until her sisters told her at age twelve that I was big enough and old enough for a full two-quart enema. From then until I was fifteen all my rather frequent enemas were a full bag.

Mom was a firm believer in weekly soap suds enemas; the bulb from age 5-10, the 2 quart bag after that.

We (my sister and I) always had a bag either in the closet in the bathroom or hanging in the tub. Mom had hers in her bathroom. I know people are going to say eww you and your sister shared a bag. I have heard it before many times. I don't remember not having an enema bag in our bathroom. I remember taking a bath with my sister who is two years older and her using the bag. I would see her sit on the toilet before she got in the tub with me. I would watch her pee. Then she would get in the tub without wiping. I was and still am amazed at my sister's labia and clit. Oh and her boobs. She got all the good parts. Everything her boobs, labia, and clit are bigger than mine. Yes, we looked and compared—just curious young girls (sisters).

We (my sister and I) always had a bag either in the closet in the bathroom or hanging in the tub. Mom had hers in her bathroom. I know people are going to say eww you and your sister shared a bag. I have heard it before many times.

We got very few enemas as kids, always from the same bag and same nozzle. My sisters and I would lay prone on small rugs and my mother went from butt to butt, sharing the contents of a two qt bag between the three of us! It was a dash and a race to the one bathroom we had. As I remeber, I was always the last and finished off the bag, and had the last shot at the toilet.

I will never forget the first enema I was given with a bag. I was at a doctors office. I had problems going poop and would often go long periods without going and would hold my poop in. My mom got concerned so took me to see the doctor about why I would not go to the bathroom. They tired feeding me fruit and changing my diet and used a few laxatives. That did not work much with me. Then the doctor examined me and he pressed on my belly and then he rolled me onto my side and slid down my shorts and underwear and I felt him slip his finger in my bottom. It felt very strange but it did not hurt. The doctor I remember saying that I had a poop the size of his two fists in me and he said I was full. They first tried a small suppository and that only caused my butt to burn and sting. I really did not poop much from the suppository. Then my parents tried a fleet enema on me at home... The fleet enema only got a little bit out... The doctor was shocked nothing was working to get things moving... He I remember said I needed a kit... Which I did not know was going to be a enema with a bag... I remember hearing the nurses preparing something and did not think much of that. One of the nurses was asking me who was my favorite super hero. I think she was trying to distract me. I then remember them removing my shorts and underwear. I was not alarmed because they did this in other visits. One nurse then said to me Eric are you going to be a brave boy for us. I said yes. I felt them stick something deep in my butthole. It did not hurt and was similar to the doctors finger at the last visit. Then I started to feel that feeling I will never forget. It felt like something was flowing into my butthole. It was like cool water was flowing into me. It actually even then felt wonderful to me. The nurse said to me Eric you are so brave... I looked up and saw a bag of liquid being held by a nurse and a tube leading to my bottom. At this point I started to panic. I felt pressure in my belly and felt that need to go poop worse than I ever had to go in my life... I still did not really fuss or cry.. The nurse was petting my hair and telling me how great I was doing. It was the first time and it's something I will never forget ever..

Never had one as a child so my first bag was self-administered for personal pleasure and experimentation five years ago. It was love at first fill from beginning to end. As I graduated from bulb to bag to my current reservoir the entire procedure is an erotic experience for me. My discovery of Zity resulted from my research of enemas after first reading about them in Penthouse Variations.

@Tabitha32 said,

We (my sister and I) always had a bag either in the closet in the bathroom or hanging in the tub. Mom had hers in her bathroom. I know people are going to say eww you and your sister shared a bag. I have heard it before many times. I don't remember not having an enema bag in our bathroom.

My siblings and I grew up in the nineteen fifties and like most families had a “family douche/enema bag.” Mom had a couple of different types and used them interchangeably. And one always hung in the bathroom shower and the others were in the linen closet.

At our grandmothers, it wasn’t any different. One, sometimes two, douche/enema bags were hanging in the bathroom shower and the others lived in the bathroom linen closet.

Mom gave us enemas laying across our bed together using her three-quart pumpkin bag. She went down the line, giving each of us a quart using the same bag and adult rectal nozzle. It was convenient and saved her a lot of time, especially when she had to give three kids a couple of enemas. When we got a spanking, she took us to the bathroom and put us across her lap. Spanked us, then gave us a rinse enema, using either a two-quart open or close top bag and a rectal nozzle.

Again, it wasn’t any different at our grandmothers. Only there, we got enemas in her downstairs bathroom at bath time. Grandma taught her two younger daughters personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas as preteens. Then gave them the responsibility of doing our evening bath, including enemas and the occasional spanking. And like mom, the girls gave us enemas together. The only difference was, they put us across their lap instead of laying us across a bed together. And like mom, they use a three-quart pumpkin bag, giving each of us a quart from the same bag and rectal nozzle. Grandma, on the other hand, gave us enemas in the privacy of her bathroom, when the girls weren’t available to do it. Once in the bathroom, she put us across her lap and used a two-quart open or close top bag with an adult rectal nozzle. Our only problem was, when we got called or taken to the bathroom, we never knew what it was for. Because she spanked us in private laying across her lap in the same bathroom where we got enemas. So, we didn’t know what was going to happen until we were laying naked across her lap. More than once I got surprised, thinking I was only going to get checked for constipation, only to get a rinse enema or long hard spanking followed by a rinse enema. It was a convenient position to check us for constipation, give us an enema, a spanking followed by an enema, or any combination of the three.

I never had an enema of any kind at home, just a couple in a medical setting. So it was only in my late twenties after leaving home that I bought my first bag. So a bit late to the party, but pleased to be here!

As a child, I received an enema from my mother only once. She used a rubber bulb syringe. But at about nine years old, without my parents' knowledge, I found a red open top enema bag hidden in a drawer of a cabinet. I don't remember anyone using it, but I took it out from time to time. The enema was very attractive to me with its smell and the feeling of the rubber surface. And I also dreamed of how oneсу I would be given a real adult enema with such a device. I realized my dream at the age of twenty, when as a student I bought a two-liter enema bag for me.

Mommy started me on a red open top Davol Comfy bag with the hard black infant nozzle and a finger dollup of Vaseline at age 4.

I can't say for sure whether my mom ever gave me an enema via a bag. It's possible and may have happened. But I am certain of receiving enemas administered by her from a colorless translucent bucket.

The first time I can be certain of bag use, it was self-administered in the shower. It was a 2-quart open top bag, I think a Goodrich or Fautless bag, but that's not certain. It had screw on nozzles and the one on the bag was a curved, fluted douche nozzle. I was 11 or 12 years old. I can't remember which side of my 12th birthday it was. But the bag appeared one day in the shower I used and I knew and figured out how to use the bag. It was wonderful and I was hooked!

The great thing about the bag hanging in the shower (on the shower curtain rod) was that the bag "being wet" was consistent with where it was located and hanging and not that I had poured through several enemas of 4 -5 quarts each while showering and expelling in the toilet next to the shower.

Six on bathroom floor

At age five, the day before surgery at the hospital. Before that it was always bulb enemas, sometimes several in a row.

Got my first bag around 16/17 from Optimal Health Network, it was for pleasure and I certainly had it. I got the 2500 CC XL bag with the wide hose and inflatable nozzle. I'll never forget the rush the first time I opened the clamp all the way and then scrambled to shut it.

We did not have an enema bag at home. I remember a hot water bottle but never saw the hose and nozzle for enemas. Mom only used a red bulb syringe on me and my brothers. The only bag enema I got was from my grandma. I was 10 when my youngest brother was born. I remember dad dropping me off at grandmas when mom went to the hospital for his birth. After a couple of days, grandma noticed that I was not feeling well and with a few questions she determined that I had not pooped in several days and told me she was going to give me an enema. That didn’t scare me because I knew she had a bulb similar to the one we had at home and I didn’t mind the enemas mom gave me with the bulb.

When she called me to the bathroom and told me to take off my pants and underwear, I didn’t see the bulb, but her hot water bottle hanging on the towel bar, with some sort of hose attached to it. I asked what that was and she said it was my enema. She said that I was big enough to get an enema like the grownups do. Laying there on the floor, I felt my belly filling with water. Soon I felt very full and asked her to stop, which she did. As I sat on the toilet shitting out more water and poop than ever before , I realized that somehow I liked it. Although I never had a bag available for my own use until I moved out and had my own place, it led me to a lifetime of enemas just because I like it.

As a child I received enema with a syringe bulb, an orange one with a flexible nozzle. It was then replaced when it broke with an identical one but with a rigid nozzle that screwed on. There wasn't much difference, in fact it was less annoying in my opinion. When I was about 9 years old they gave me my first bag.

I was probably 5 or 6 the first time I got an enema with a bag and nozzle. Mom thought the build was slow and messy. So, I began getting them regularly from her with the bag and nozzle. Mine were always Friday night or early Saturday morning.

Open top Davol Comfy bag with Ivory at age 4 on the bathroom floor.

I never received a bulb enema. From about age 8 to 12 it was always a closed red enema bag filled with soapy water. I would always protest but knew I was getting the whole bag.

I received my first enema in a hospital at around 6 prior to X-rays of my hips. The nurse used an enamelled irrigation can with half a litre of soapy solution. I did not know what an enema was but another child lying next to me on a table received the first half of the 1 litre soapy solution and didn’t complain at all. Therefore I was confident when the nurse put the rectal tube in my behind and started the enema. She told me to take deep breaths and not fight against the intruding water. It felt good as the liquid slowly filled my rectum and I started to like getting enemas from the beginning.

Bag enemas from the beginning for me, but I was 34 when I was given my first enema. I’ve never had a bulb enema and probably never will. Hope I’m not missing out on something!

I've only been given bag enemas by Mom as a child

As far as having our own personal douche/enema bag growing up, my siblings and I didn’t, mom gave us enemas with the family enema bag. She had three different bags that I can personally recall being giving enemas from. A three-quart pumpkin bag, a two-quart open top, and a two-quart closed top bag. Using them interchangeably, whenever she gave us enemas. Our grandmother, being a retired RN, had the same types of bags mom did, but hers ranged in sizes from a quart and half to two and half quarts in both open and closed top. Plus a three quart pumpkin bag and a Jones can. I can remember get enemas from every type, but the Jones can.

Like our young aunts, years before. Grandma taught us personal hygiene as preteens, then enemas were our responsibility. Then, like our aunts, my siblings and I started giving each other enemas. Once we reached our teens, our sister was giving her own personal two-quart douche/enema bag. However, my brother and I were never giving our own bag.

While it was many years ago I remember getting enemas from a small bulb and as I got older mom insisted that I take a couple of those bulbs. I honestly disliked the insertion part the most and at about age 6 she graduated me to the bag. As I got older mom would increase the amount of solution and I never recall ever getting a full bag, but that doesn't mean that her enemas failed to clean me out either because they did.

I gave myself enema with bag when i was 14 years old

My first enemas came from white enamel enema can. I also got them from a bulb. I didn’t get enemas from a bag until many years ago later

My story is the total opposite of every story written in this thread. I was never given an enema by anyone in my family. Maybe some of them used them but I never knew about it. I was in my mid thirties when I got my first bag and my first enema was by my own hand. At first It was just a preperation for anal play but later on it was something that I embraced as it's own thing.

First experimentation was with those tiny Fleet bottles around 55yo. Enjoyed the experience but wanted it to be hands free so I quickly and pleasantly graduated to a bag and then my current DIY reservoir system using repurposed lab equipment.

So the first bag would have been taken at 55.