At what age did you realize that you liked receiving or giving yourself enemas

I really became interested in who, at what age, and under what circumstances realized that he liked getting an enema.

Late bloomer here who is greatly enjoying the process of catching up to the veterans here on Zity. First enema experimentation was in preparation for anal sex and pegging. Discovered enemas were a pleasure unto themselves. Have always self-administered them.

Around seven years old. Not certain what exactly tripped the switch, likely a combination of factors. On the negative side there were the feelings of shame, embarrassment and dread. On the positive side were the pleasurable sensations of the rectal nozzle being inserted and lodged in my bottom, the cramps that simultaneously hurt and felt good and the post enema euphoria that overwhelmed my body. Of all the treatments a child was subjected to when ill in the 50s, only the results of an enema made me feel better afterwards.

Introduced to enemas around age 5-6 and didn’t like them, but enjoyed the insertion. Maybe around age 10 I experimented with them, but again, mainly for the anal stimulation, not so much the filling. As I grew older, I started using enemas, mostly for the anal stimulation from different nozzles, but started to enjoy the fill.

It started for me before age four or five, and like me, my siblings liked enemas too. Mom and grandma gave us enemas up until age six, when grandma taught moms two younger sisters personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas. Afterwards, grandma gave the girls the responsibility of doing our evening bath in her big downstairs bathroom. Making it convenient for the girls to take care of us.

To start with, I was anal erotic, and so were my siblings. Mom gave us enemas laying across our bed together, so we were used to seeing each other getting enemas. Then when the girls started giving us enemas in grandmas big downstairs bathroom. They put us in the large walk-in dual head shower together. Making it convenient for the girls to get in with us, to keep order, while they bathe us. So, whenever the girls gave us enemas together before our bath, like us, they were both naked.

As we got older, just seeing our siblings getting an enema laying naked across the girl's lap gave us weird feelings. Just seeing that alone, gave my brother and I a hard-on, not to mention the enema itself. With a digital rectal exam for lubrication, nozzle insertion, followed by the warm water starting. That really felt good until the cramps started. The cramps hurt, but felt good at the same time, and finally that clean empty feeling. Enemas gave us a lot of different feelings, that changed the older we got, in ways we didn’t fully understand.

This continued until grandma taught us personal hygiene as preteens, when enemas became our personal responsibility. It wasn’t until my siblings and I, started swapping enemas with one another, that the light finally came on. Enemas were a mix of different feelings all rolled together. They were pleasurable, sexually, felt good, hurt, and turned us on, all at the same time. Learning that enemas weren’t any different for either boys or girls, turning our sister on, just like they turned me and my brother on.

I was about 8 when I started to sneak in the bathroom and give myself an enema with the bulb when no one was home

Probably 7 or 8 years old.

Not until I was about 20 and I really enjoyed the experience. But from 5 until I was about 18, I was in foster care from age 5 and after my first enema experience, held down and forced! I feared and dreaded the word Enema. Always given by my foster aunt, and always told "the enema's not nice and you won't like it, but you have a bowel problem, and the Doctor told me you will need to have enemas"

I started enema play with a neighbor boy at the age of five and a half, enjoyed it tremendously. When we couldn't get together to play, I would self administer when I had the house to myself. Both parents worked full time, so I had almost every afternoon free upon returning from school, so afternoon enemas became an almost daily ritual.

I started around 8 or 9 just sticking the nozzle in and out, it wasn’t until I was 12 or 13 that I had the house to myself for a couple of hours after school while mom and dad were at work that I actually started giving myself enemas.

It was to long ago to remember an age although it was before puberty. Maybe 5 or 6. The red squeeze bulb was easily available from under the bathroom sink. I liked almost anything in my butt. I think for years I evaluated many objects as possible butt toys or not. I think about the things I tried as a kid and wonder how I never hurt myself.

So very true! Thinking back some of the things I inserted, some of the strong detergents I tried, I'm surprised I survived as a kid. Even self catherizing with a colon tube, and taking bladder enemas. It's a miracle I never got an infection. Today with sterile one time use catheters and clean technique I still get infections. I guess the body just gets old and warn out!

I received my first one at 15 from a nurse. I knew what they were and heard they were unpleasant. I went from being embarrassed that I was going to have one to being embarrassed I was getting an erection. I thought I was the only one that enjoyed an enema until I read a story about them in the Forum section of Penthouse magazine.

I had enemas often growing up and I never disliked them, but I think I was around early teens the first time I had an enema because I wanted to have an enema, and not to do as I was told. I think that was the first time I felt that an enema was a time of enjoyment.

At the age of 9 I asked my mom to give me an enema. Which she did after taking a ride to the corner drug store where she purchased a 4oz bulb enema. She never questioned why I wanted one. She just gave me my one. Loved it. Never had the nerve to ask her for another one.

I realized when I was 13 I think. I remember walking back from school, there was this drugstore and they had a window where you could see the drug boxes from behind, cause those boxes were put facing the people who would buy them inside.

One of those boxes was a fleet enema and it had the image or silhouette of a man on his knees and elbows with his butt up in the air.

I remember I felt very embarrassed looking at that image but at the same time I wanted to see the image in detail and stay there. So I walked by that pharmacy every time I could just to look at that image for a few seconds.

That made me realize I liked enemas and started to see my past experiences as something that I desired.

I have posted many times about my first enema experience at age 13. I found my mother's enema kit and just waited for the right time to give myself enemas. I remember I was in my brother's and my bathroom while the house was empty. I laid in the tub and gave myself several enemas and was hooked from that point forward. I think it is safe to say I masturbated to a powerful orgasm while giving myself enemas.

J-Ibis mentioned in his thread below:

I thought I was the only one that enjoyed an enema until I read a story about them in the Forum section of Penthouse magazine.

Fast forward to my college freshman year and when I had a bit more freedom to look at and buy magazines like Penthouse and I saw numerous stories in the Forum section where people were using enemas for erotic stimulation. I like I-Ibis now realized an enema fetish was something that others enjoyed too.

Again, fast forward to when I moved out of my parents' house after college and now had the freedom to buy my own enema equipment and give myself enemas whenever I wanted to.

The story continues for decades through today. I don't have a regular schedule for proper enema sessions, but I will usually do a 3-enema session about once every week or two.

My story does vary from most here on zity. I was given one bulb enema from my mother when I was probably about 4 years old for ring worms. At that age, I just complied, and I can't remember it being a negative experience. I don't think that bulb enema was tied to or foreshadowed my later fascination with enemas when I hit puberty. I seem to remember how I was very turned on when looking at my mother's enema equipment (age 13) and that was what motivated me to give it a try.

I think I have always been anal erotic from birth and enemas were my first method to fulfill that desire. As the years pasted, I grew to understand what anal eroticism was and all the ways to enjoy it. So, enemas are just one way I now enjoy anal stimulation, but it did all start with enemas by lighting the fuse that propelled me to where I am today.

I was about 8,- and home alone, I was looking for something in a cabinet in the utility room when I came across the box containing the bulb enema syringe. I took it out and proceeded to lock myself in the bathroom. I grabbed the jar of vaseline out of the medicine cabinet. I filled the sink with warm water, filled the bulb, took off my pants and gave myself my first solo enema. whenever nobody was home I would give myself an enema.

My first memory of getting an enema is around 5 or 6 years old and by 8 or 9 I was using the bulb to give myself a couple of extra squirts after mom thought I had enough. Then I got my first enema with a bag at 10. I probably took about half of the bag which was more water in my belly than ever before. As I sat on the toilet shitting my guts out and staring at the still half full bag hanging there, I realized that I liked getting enemas.

@RedBulb99 said,

Then I got my first enema with a bag at 10. I probably took about half of the bag which was more water in my belly than ever before.

By age ten, I was able to take and hold a full (two quart) bag enema on a routine basis. My brother was a year younger and wasn’t far behind me. Nor was our sister, who was two years younger than me. The funny thing was, though my sister was the youngest. Once she took a full bag enema, around age nine or ten, it wasn’t long before she was taking and holding more than either me or my brother.

My enema adventures started when I was very young receiving them from my mother however it was not really a big deal for me then. The big event that hooked me on enemas happened when I was around 10 years old. My mom tried something new and gave me a enema one time with the hose attached directly to the bathtub faucet to make enema time go faster, the water was on, the hose clamp closed, the nozzle was inserted in me, she released the hose clamp and the sudden surge and pressure of the water gave me a instant erection and a mix of urine and cum shot out of my penis onto my moms leg and floor. After that enema experience they became a very arousing sexual part of my life. It was the launching point of my enema fetish.

I was given a medical enema by a doctor in college. during the filling, i very obviously had an accidental orgasm. it was quite embarassing as i am a squirter but i realized that i could orgasm from being filled without anyone even touching my pussy...

I discovered them in porn when I was 12 or 13 and then I wanted to try it so I did it with an empty soap bottle in the shower and I loved it!! Then I found my mom's enema bag and used it when I was about 14 and was addicted to them. To this day I love them hehe.

I was in the hospital at age 15, being treated for an infection and undergoing some tests. In came two girls one evening (nurses' aides?) not much older than I was, maybe 18-20 or so. One had a disposable enema bag, possibly 1.5 to 2 liter size. She proceeded to add a packet of castile soap from the kit and filled it with warm water. She had me roll onto my left side in the bed, lubed the tip of the hose, lifted my right butt cheek and slid it into my rectum. She released the clamp and I got a pretty good stiffy as I began to fill. I drained the bag and she pulled the tube out. After about ten minutes she let me get up and walk to the toilet to expel. I remember being embarrassed, trying to cover myself in front; I don't know if she saw me "standing at attention" or not. I would guess she probably did if she was looking at me.

I thought the cute girls had something to do with my erection, but the next morning I got another enema from an old grump of a nurse. Much to my surprise, I got a hardon that time too. I knew it all felt good, so when they sent the enema bag home with me I started playing with the enema bag set at home too. II was hooked and took enemas about every chance I got from then on.

Around 15 when I was on vacation with Mom and her friends. I got constipated like usual when on vacation. She forgot my enema bag and went into town to buy me one. She came back with a bulb enema with a larger nozzle than what I had before (the little drug store was out of enema bags at the moment and she didn’t want me to have to wait). I loved the larger nozzle and the more insertions.

Never what i like is to give to a nice recipient or to receive from a skillfull giver

I have previously posted that I discovered enemas in a hospital at the age of four.

But, specifically relating to the question; I began to give myself enemas sometime during my early teenage years. At the time, I could only self-administer because I was not privileged to have a mother, older sister, or aunty to give them to me, and since the equipment I devised at the time was very crude, I am not going to elaborate in detail.

Yes, in retrospect, during my teen and pre-teen years I would have loved to be given lots of slow gentle enemas by a trusted female relative or female friend of the family as many on Zity were privileged. Although, I imagine that at the time I would have been embarrassed to receive and perhaps a bit uncooperative. But now in my wise old age, I would have so many fond memories to reminiscent on.

I was a young adult, probably in my 20s. I think I read about it on Nifty.org, and I was so intrigued by the idea I gave it a shot. Then I tried it with a partner and we gave each other enemas on multiple occasions. She ended up not loving it, so I went back to solo play. If I remember the story correctly, it was a sister and her husband who gave an enema and then the sister-in-law had sex/anal sex for the first time with the husband.

At age 6, I first used the douche nozzle to tickle my anus. I then began to take enemas. One of my first was interupted by an earthquake that created a calamity. I have posted about that.

The real enjoyment be...came at age 9. I was enjoying "dry" orgasm contractions that be...came wet ones. By then, I had be...cum addicted for the long term.

When I was a kid, I never really "liked" getting enemas...it was considered a medicine and we were against it, does not matter what. A point of principle. Growing I found that it was very pleasant to have my little hole worked on, especially by my sister and it was fun to watch cousins squirm when it was their turn. Eventually my cock started getting hard and other pleasures became part of the play. Around 13 I discovered that anuses were also supposed to be entered not only with fingers and that if you did you were bound to find "surprises" in there. That soured me toward that kind of game until a logical association was made. Enemas = clean hole.... have not stopped since....