Ever turned down an enema opportunity?

I can't recall ever turning down an invitation for an enema. In fact, I really wish I had had more offers! I can think of several people I would have gladly accepted enemas from.

I think my sub turned down only one. I don't remember why. All I have a memory of it is my dumping the bag out. Soapy water and all.

I missed several opportunities to at least administer an enema in my late teens and early twenties due to being deep in the closet regarding enemas. The first time was when I was dating a girl who proposed having anal sex. I’d been strongly warned by my mother that this was a terrible thing to do to a woman and so was reluctant. When visiting her twin sister who was in nursing school, they again broached the subject. After I expressed concerns about the hygienic aspects of the activity, her sister said: “well you could give her an enema first.” I looked at my girlfriend, my eyes got as big as saucers I’m sure, as I gasped out “you wouldn’t want to do THAT!” They presumably took my reaction to mean I thought it was perverted beyond the pale, and nothing further was mentioned then or in the future. Perhaps they were somewhat embarrassed by their own proclivities as well. Hard to describe how hard I figuratively slap my forehead whenever I think about this or the other two missed opportunities. And to think I considered myself pretty worldly in terms of sexuality back then too. SMDH.

I couldn't refuse my mother's "offers," I had to accept them; however, now that I think about it, the circumstances never really changed.

I never turned down my nurse's "offers." I should try it sometime. Maybe I'll "earn" myself a severe punishment enema...haha

I had a nice fellow show up for some enema fun. We got the bags out and filled and got naked. That is when I observed he had an tattoo of that was unambiguously politically extreme. I stopped things right there and had to ask him to leave.😢

@MissStress foolish sub! I would love to have a giver like you!

I have turned down an enema and wish zi hadent

Mo one butt my wife and mom had given me one. So I chickened out. Maybe I'll have a second chance sometime

If asked again I wouldn't refuse

During summer and between terms at college I worked in a park visitor center. Some dreary winter days we might only get 5 or 10 visitors all day, and frequently I would be alone with visitors for an hour or more.

A middle aged British (Scottish?) lady used to come in now and again when she was out walking and we frequently chatted about all kinds of things. One afternoon she told me how she had been in the hospital recently and how poor the nursing staff was. "They didn't even know how to give a proper enema!" she explained. She told me in some detail about how they only offered her Fleets and how she had to request a bag enema. She said: "They couldn't even come up with a nurse who knew how to do it!" She had to talk them through the procedure.

She asked if I had had a similar experience and I flushed and only could come out with the fact that I had had enemas as a child, but it had been some time since my last at age 17.

She told me: "Young man you never outgrow your need for a good cleansing. A good enema will help keep you healthy!" She obviously was hinting at something, but I failed to respond and have regretted it for 50 years!

I returned to school shortly after this and when I came back to work in the summer, she did not show up anymore.

Who knows where it might have led? DAMN!

Once or twice I had to turn my ex down when she offered to give me some enemas. It was very soon after having a large meal and big warm enemas and a full stomach don't go together for me. I prefer enemas on an empty stomach.

I can’t imagine finding myself in a situation where I would turn down an enema opportunity. I would certainly worry about the surrounding circumstances if I were ever to find myself in that unique situation.

Ugh, not sure why I forgot this, or perhaps repressed it as one of my most regrettable choices, but I did turn down one offer that now I wish I hadn’t.

The offer was from my husband, possibly in the second year of our relationship.

We were some four days into a vacation, staying in a beachside motel that had an outdoor deck/bridge separating the bedroom and bath, which were together, and the kitchenette, which was on the other side of the deck.

After a long, dehydrating flight and bus trip, and being some four days without the strong French press coffee my digestive tract needed to work at all, I was quite uncomfortable and feeling filled with rocks.

I had brought only a bulb syringe and was going to need to use a bowl from the kitchenette as my water reservoir. I felt extremely nervous even telling my husband I was having problems (he is NEVER constipated) and requesting some privacy.

It took every ounce of courage to mention being constipated, let alone that I needed to do unspeakable things with a rubber bulb. No sooner had I gotten this out, my husband said “want some help?” in a tone that I read as at least 90% joke.

Feeling unsure of my abilities to get the nozzle in past the cobblestones in my rectum and uncertain if I could avoid introducing too much air and giving myself even more terrible cramps, I raised an eyebrow at his probably joke-y offer and took my bulb, hidden under my beach towel, to the kitchenette alone.

Over a decade on, I absolutely wonder what would have happened if I’d treated his offer as serious and asked for help. Would he have been icked out by trying to fill my already filled rectal vault, and the unavoidable brown-ness of that task? Would he have perceived it as kind of sexy and eventually been happy to help when I needed? Would he have discovered the magic and would enemas have entered our play?

I now wish I had been willing to risk some brown and some cramps and taken the request as if it had been offered at face value.

The only time I asked him, many years later when I had fresh surgical incisions in my abdomen and was miserable with many days’ constipation, his first response was “no,” but this, too, must have been a joke because he relented when I asked again. That said, I could tell it was a task for him and in no way a pleasure.

@Sweetest_Relief. We all have PhDs in hindsight!

I swore off enemas entirely for the best part of a year recently, from when I first got an inguinal hernia to when I was fully recovered from the surgery to repair it. I figured that raising my intra-abdominal pressure with an enema was not the wisest move given the hernia, so I stuck to alternatives both for IBS management and erotic satisfaction!

No, never as an adult. I’ve loved them erotically since age 15, now 74+ nearly 75. They’re much too satisfying and erotic to me. I hope I never turn one down if offered by an interested benevolent partner.