Describe your first enema experience. (Receiving)

Describe the whole experience about receiving your first enema.

So. My name is Elena, and I am new to this site.

I do not like enemas and I am not an enemophile. This is important to note. Respect to the enema lovers!

I will disclose right away, I have been giving enemas for 22 years to the same person, that is my husband. He is a lover of enemas and any kind of fetishes that involve enemas and enemophilia.

Now let's move on to my personal experience.

My personal first ever enema I tried and took at the age of 22. I share my vivid impressions. Based on my archive photos, I am an overweight “girl”. After reading tons of information, I decided to stop on a diet associated with enemas. I don't remember who recommended it to me. I've tried a lot of diets in my life. Including enemas. Spoiler. I'll tell you right off the bat, it didn't work for me. The best diet is simply not to eat and exercise (if there are no contraindications). So, I borrowed a couple of beautiful enema bulbs from my husband, in different volumes and colors. I decided to add some color to my dull enema diet. The largest volume my husband had was 700 ml. With a soft nozzle. First day of the enema diet. To cleanse the bowels. I didn't get that result. Yes, as it turned out you need to have pretty strong hands to squeeze almost the entire volume of enema bulb into yourself standing on all fours (doggy-style as it is commonly said) or lying on your side. I think now erotomaniacs imagined me in the doggystyle. Cool, sure, but not while taking an enema you've never been familiar with. By the time I was 22, I had already given my husband enemas, and quite intensely. I watched him take those enema bulbs from me. I thought it was easy, my husband didn't always stop at 3 enema bulbs to empty his bowels. I thought I could do the same....

The whole procedure of my enemas took place in the shared bathroom. I prudently envisioned this scenario. Seeing my husband quickly jump out of bed (sometimes) and gallop to the bathroom to flush the water. I knew I couldn't do that. I think, do not need to tell what was my surprise after the first enema bulb, which began to work wonders in my intestines. I realized, on the first day of the diet, things are not as easy as described in the diet brochure. After making a few more attempts. I decided to take a break and exhale a little. Turns out, it's not so easy to tolerate filling up with water. The whole procedure requires a lot of preparation and a fair amount of skill and manual dexterity.

Ignoring the rules, I grabbed the first one from my husband's collection, a 2-liter enema bag, and headed back to the bathroom. I thought that squeezing the enema bulb is not easy, you need to concentrate on the effort. I poured 1 liter of water into the enema bag, became in the well-known doggystyle position, inserted the nozzle and concentrated on breathing. Just like my husband taught me. Relax and breathe deeply. What the hell could be simpler than that? Right? No, guys, this is some kind of medieval torture. How can you relax when they're pouring a bunch of water into you to drain you of everything you've had in you for a hundred years? Yeah, I'll admit, the breathing did help. it's quicker to take the whole liter in, but at what cost? I couldn't last three minutes. I'll leave the emptying process to your imagination. I'll make a long story short, Ouch, it was dangerous as hell!

Bottom line. I've been on this diet for 14 days. The result left much to be desired. Who sat on a diet, he knows that the first extra pounds fall off quite easily no matter what diet you are on. I realized that enemas are clearly not my thing! Although these two weeks my husband was in complete delight! I have rarely seen him so happy and excited at the same time. But I didn't have sex after that. Respect to all enema lovers. I don't know how you guys do it. I don't argue, maybe it's exciting to see a woman all naked, ready to do anything to make it stop. Well, or vice versa, all in erotic lingerie as it is shown in many photos and videos. But, my reality overrides all that. I'd rather keep giving enemas to my husband than taking them!

Thank you all for reading to the end.

With respect to the forum members, as always Elena.

Elena, all I will say is your Husband is one lucky guy to be with you. I hope he understands that. To be with a lady that will do enemas on him and understand it and help him with it and be ok with it all turning him on sexually is what dreams are made of. I have been into enemas pretty much since childhood and grew up to be ashamed and embarrassed about it. My mom caught me playing a few times when I was a teenager and made me feel like a total freak. I went on thinking I was odd and a freak for being into enemas the way I am. My marriage and in other relationships I could never bring this up about myself because I figured that my wife or girlfriends would run far away from me. So I kept this part of myself secret. Again your husband I hope understands how fortunate he is...

@ShyMedic why didn't you lead with your first experience to break the ice for everyone else. That would be a good way to start your own topic.

I've only had one enema experience so far. I met with another guy some years back for a medical play exam (he was the doctor, I was the patient). He was very into rectal exams, prostate massage, and enemas. While I enjoy prostate play and anal exams, I wouldn't call myself a "super-fetishist" about it either, and had no experience with enemas. I was happy to allow him to endulge himself with agreeing to receive and enema and let him spend more time doing the rectal exam aspects than what previously I was used to.

We did the enema in the bathroom. I think he only used maybe a liter or two at most. He lubricated the nozzle and my rectum and gently slid it into me. He administered the enema slowly. At first it wasn't too awful, but as more of the enema flowed in, it became pretty uncomfortable. I don't think this had anything to do with him; I think its just I both was not used to something like this and I already have GI troubles to begin with. While it was going in, he did listen to my heartbeat and abdominal sounds with a stethoscope. He also gently massaged my penis, which helped a bit work through the discomfort.

I expelled the enema after it went completely in, but it took a while to really feel "empty" and not painfully bloated. He was patient with me. Finally, we were able to procede with the digital rectal exam and using an anoscope.

I personally would not do another enema unless it was something my play partner specifically was into. I am 100% certain for others enemas are a hugely enjoyable play activity, just maybe not so much for me. That said, I do hope if I try it again it will not be so uncomfortable.

I don't remember the enema, it was over 40 years ago, I only remember that it was solo with my mother's enema bucket. I mainly have a vague memory of the evacuation.

Although I'd probably received enemas with a bulb syringe before that because I know there were several bulb syringes of various sizes in the linen cupboard, the first enema I clearly remember was when I was 4 years old and was constipated during a cold. The doctor told my mother to give me a I pint enema of warm salt water using an enema bag to get my bowels cleaned out. She didn't explain what she was doing, just stuck the rectal tip up my bum and opened the clamp and I felt a sudden surge of water and started crying and struggling. I continued crying and struggling as she forced me to hold the enema in for 5 minutes by squeezing my butt cheeks together as repeated cramps surged through my belly. When she sat me on a chamber pot to expel the enema it felt like all my insides were pouring out of me. That was the first of many enemas I was given by my mother and grandmother during my childhood, teens and early adulthood until I left home in my mid-20's after graduating from university and getting my first job.