Getting caught giving yourself an enema

@moliere - We shared the same bedroom till we were in our mid to late teens. Seeing each other nude was just part of daily life. Besides, it was better than solo, and my sister could give a real good enema, better than mom. It never crossed my mind to ask her to give me an enema, she offered to help me one afternoon, when I told her, I needed the bathroom for an enema, because I was constipated. As it turned out, she was just as constipated as I was, and needed the bathroom for an enema every bit as bad as I did. Neither of us, as it turned out, liked doing solo enemas, so after that, we started asking each other for an enema when needed. A few months later, one rainy afternoon, our brother came home early from practice and caught my sister giving me an enema, and asked her to give him one as well... the rest is history.

Has anyone been captured by their mother while self-administering an enema? What did your mom do then?

I was about 7 and my mom and dad both worked. I was babysat, along with 4 other kids at an older ladies house. I knew what enemas were but didn’t know anything about douching. I found what I thought was an enema syringe under the sink in the lady’s bathroom. It was actually an old straight pipe circular spray douche syringe. When all the kids were busy playing and the lady was distracted,I went into the bathroom and played with the syringe. I worked the pipe up my little butt. Some perspective, this tube is about the size of an adult thumb and was a tough go to get it up my butt but I did and it felt great. I must have spent to much time in the bathroom because the lady opens the door and there I am on the floor with her douche syringe in my butt. I forgot what she said but she pulled the nozzle out, pulled me up by one arm and commenced to beat my ass. She told me mom and In turn got another beating from my dad when he got home. Not to long after that I found that syringe in our hall closet. I’m guessing my parents bought her a new syringe and kept the old.. I did get a couple more tries with syringe after that..

LISA??

OH OK!

Which enema in the series is this?

Is this ESS or just Soapsuds??

He will know what's going on from there.

I was not caught taking them as such which implies I was not meant to be taking them but I had been walked in on during the process when in my teens.

Also once as an adult, had not long moved into our new house and none of the bedrooms or bathrooms had locks on so i was disturbed not long after starting it.

Very soon after all bedrooms and bathrooms had locks put on.

Who doesn't have a lock on the bathroom door for goodness sake.

When I was about 10 or 11, my sister walked in on me while I was giving myself a bulb enema. She just looked, turned around and left the bathroom. She never said a word.

What I would like to know is if you were caught in the act as an adult by your wife/husband or partner and they didn't know about your fetish or interests, how did it make THEM feel? What was their reaction? Disgusted? Shocked? Aroused? Interested? Neutral? Amused?

One time my wife disappeared into the bathroom, so I proceeded to give myself a quickie bulb enema in the kitchen. She came out of the bathroom earlier than I expected and I was caught red handed. She then offered to help - I was given 5 bulbfulls. Between the 3rd and 4th squirts, she gave me a handjob. I was in heaven...

I was very lucky as a kid that I never got caught giving myself an enema. Every time my parents left me alone, I would get out the enema bag. Even though my mother was still giving me enemas into my teen years, the older I got the fewer the enemas. There were a few times when they came home early and I just escaped getting caught. Although I never got caught by my parents, I did since get caught by my nephew. I had just been married a year. My wife's brother was on a temporary assignment in Japan and his wife went to join him for two months. They left their 17 year old son to stay with us. One afternoon my wife was at work and my nephew was at school. I got home early and thought I'd have at least an hour to myself for a nice enema. I hadn't shut the bathroom door as I thought I would be all alone. I was on hands and knees on the floor, hose in my butt, when I heard someone in the house and looked up to see my nephew peering in at me. I froze and he scurried off quickly. Afterward I didn't know what to say. Did he even know what an enema was? Did he think I was playing with some new sex toy? After I cleaned up I went into the kitchen and tried to explain that I sometimes had to use an enema for constipation. With a wry smile he said his mother had given him a couple of enemas when he was younger for the same reason. I asked him not to say anything as it was embarrassing and he promised not to.

Thank God I was never caught when I was alone. I always gave myself time to do it before they arrived

I think I remember…

I used to give my high school gf enemas, and one time (holiday for school, but not for her parents' work), I had her bottoms up, nozzle buried in her backside, ready to start the flow and her Dad's car rolled into the driveway. We definitely had to hurry! She carried the bag, etc. Into the bathroom, I dressed and ran to the living room, and we were not discovered. Turned out her Dad had appendicitis and was very sick. He had to have surgery, but eventually recovered. Our escapades were never discovered, and much to my eventual regret I broke up with her soon after I entered college.

I received enemas from my mom as a child and learned to enjoy them. I started giving to myself while alone. Because mom used the bag so often for her enemas and douches, she didn't notice it taking longer to dry. Although she didn't actually ‘catch’ me in the act, I think she eventually figured it out. She never said a word.

One time in Argentina, I was in a hostal giving myself an enema when a pretty young maid came in to clean the room without knocking. A full bag was hanging by my bed and two enema bottles were lying next to me . I had just lubed the douche nozzle. I was embarrassed and shocked and couldn't believe my luck when she told me that she was finishing nursing school and could help me. She too had grown up with enemas, both receiving and giving to her younger brothers under her mother's supervision. I tried to cover up my fully erect penis but she had already seen it and commented that enemas could be a pleasureable experience so I shouldn't be embarrassed about my erection. I readily accepted her offer to help and she told me that first she would syringe one bottle of salty enema and then follow it with the bag enema and finish with the second bottle. She inserted the nozzle and slowly squeezed the bottle and then inserted the douche nozzle. She undid the clamp slowly moved the nozzle inside my anus as the enema filled me. She had me lie on my left side then back then right side as the warm, soapy water finally exited the bag with a burp. On hearing that, we both knew that the translucent bag was empty and I was full. She told me to get on my knees and put my head down. The cramps were already starting as she slowly squeezed the second bottle into me. As I lay down, she told me that now the hard part was starting, holding the enema in to allow it to cleanse my colon and rectum. She told me she would help me and, to my surprise, took out a vibrator from her purse. The cramps were slowly increasing as she first applied the vibrator to the outside of my anus before finally inserting it. I orgasmed and ejaculated and told her that I really had to go. We walked to the bathroom with her holding the vibrator inside to act as a plug. There I knelt as she carefully withdrew it and I sat on the toilet. Immediately the enema started gushing out of me in a torrent . She was smiling and holding the enema bag. I asked her what she was doing and she told me that she had to give me a couple of rinse enemas to wash out the soap. She told me that she too enjoyed enemas and invited me over to her place that night. A variety of enema recipes and equipment followed both giving and receiving that evening and other evenings for the two weeks that I stayed there. We kept in touch afterwards even doing mutual video enemas and naturally more together when she would visit the US.

I never had an interest in doing enemas until after I got married. As for getting caught I do remember being home from college and my younger sister, who just loved the idea of getting an enema, was still in high school. I had been out for the afternoon and when I got home there was Emily in the middle of retrieving the enema bag from the hall closet. I sort of surprised her, she looked up at me, smiled and said something about needing some help. Than she went into the bathroom and closed the door. Not another mention was ever made of that encounter.

I have told this story before, but for those who missed it:

From as early as I can remember, I got small enemas from mom with a red bulb syringe. She usually gave me only a couple of squirts so they were not unpleasant, and I actually liked the feel of the warm water squirting into my butt. She would usually give me a couple and leave the bulb sitting on the sink, leaving me alone to expel, asking me to hold it a few minutes so it works better. She would come back after a few minutes to clean up and put the stuff away. One time when I was 10 or 11, seeing the bulb sitting there was just too much temptation so after letting out what mom gave me, I gave myself a few more with the water left in the sink. That started something and soon it became routine that I gave myself some more after mom left the bathroom. Then one time when I decided I wanted “just one more”, the bathroom door opened, with me standing at the sink, bulb in hand. She mumbled something like, “Oh, I thought you were done”, and left, closing the door behind her. I was scared shitless expecting a scolding but she never said a word about it. But that was the last time she suggested that I needed an enema. I guess she figured that if I needed an enema I knew how to do it myself.