Your First Unnecessary Enema

I am not sure which occurred first, using mom’s douche/enema bag or the red rubber squeeze bulb I found while playing in the neighborhood. (I also found a bunch of black nozzles in an abandoned house that I could fit to the bulb). It was definitely several years before puberty, so between nine and eleven years old. It was easier to sneak bulb enemas than use the fountain syringe, which appeared every once in a while in the bathroom.

My sister and I both had our first unnecessary enema in the same incident. We were about six and eight at the time, and in those days before we sprouted boobs and pubic hair we usually took our baths together which was playtime. Mom would put in some bubble bath and we would stay in the tub until the water was cold and our skin was all wrinkled. The enema bulb was under the sink near the bottle of bubbles and sometimes we would take it into the tub with us to squirt water at each other. I remember mom telling us to, "Put that thing away, it is not a toy." We knew what it was for, having been on the receiving end of that bulb before.

One time when I had the bulb, my sister ended up on her hands and knees with her butt right in front of me probably threatening to fart in my face, so I squirted water directly at her butt hole. She did not move away so I refilled the bulb and touched the nozzle to her butt hole, and when she still did not pull away I slipped it in and squeezed. She still did not move so I refilled the bulb and did it again. Now she turned around and grabbed the bulb from my hand saying, now it is my turn. At first I refused but when she said she would tell mom what I had done to her, I turned around and let her give me two squirts with the bulb too. Then it was a mad dash to the toilet. Later, mom scolded us for getting so much water on the floor.

We did that several times until we started taking showers alone, and I started using that bulb from time to time when I had the chance. We didn't do enemas together again until we were teenagers. By that time, mom knew I was giving myself enemas. Did she know i was doing it mostly for fun?

While I would have believed that those early enemas from mom or grandma were unnecessary in many cases, they likely were given under the direction or guise of some medical need as ordered by our pediatrician. I often resisted and was embarrassed that there seemed to be this obsession with my bum. As I was home from school (sick?) at age six, alone in our apartment with grandma next door in hers, I decided to administer my own enema knowing that I would get one at some point.

As I've posted in other threads, it was quite the calamity with the earthquake and all. This was a momentous event and the beginning of a lifelong attraction to all things relating to enemas and douching that involved those wonderful rubber implements. Unnecessary enemas from a bona fide medical/health need have been a viable method to provide innumerable physical and psychological benefits as others here may understand.

The upside is that those sensations have buoyed up my level of motivation without any negative or long term effects and provide rest and relaxation (R&R) from the many stressors that affect day to day existence. That they trigger some sensual/sexual or involuntary reactions, is merely an additional benefit of this simple procedure and pleasure.

From the calamity as a youngster, I have mastered the various aspects of enema administration that allow for some very enjoyable interaction with myself or occasionally, with others who desire to experience the effective or enjoyable outcum that a quart or two of water can provide!

Occasionally, our inner desires can get the best of us, and we pamper ourselves with some quiet time and a relaxing enema, sometimes with "trimmings." Was that really necessary for my health? Not really, but it’s icy cold outside, and the enema sure brightened my day!

I was in college—driving back to school at the end of the summer. It was a two-day drive, so I stopped at a pharmacy the first day with a list of things my “wife” asked me to pick up. The list included a combination fountain syringe and hot water bottle. I gave the list to the pharmacist, and he pulled all the items for me. That night, in my motel room, I indulged in what I had only ever fantasized about—a nice warm, slow enema with no risk of discovery and a very potent orgasm afterward.

I felt intense shame after the orgasm and fear of the enema bag’s being found. So I stashed it in a roadside trash can on the way out of town the next morning.

Then the shame was replaced by regret.

My siblings and I got unnecessary enemas from mom, her two younger sisters, and grandma. Sometimes on rainy days mom would just out of the blue say, “Y’all are acting moody today, I think you could use a good enema.” Then would tell us to go get ready.

After grandma taught moms two younger sisters how to care for us as preteens, she gave them the responsibility of doing our evening bath including enemas and the occasional spanking. So, during summer months when we spent four to six weeks at grandmas it got really interesting. The funny thing was, mom hated enemas but her two sisters didn’t, they liked enemas as much as we did. Hence, they looked for any excuse to give us enemas. The two they primarily used were being out of sorts or being moody.

Grandma did the same thing but not nearly as often as mom or her younger sisters. She usually passed the issue along to one of the girls when she thought we were moody or out of sorts, however, she did occasionally take care of it herself with a one-on-one enema in private. It’s when she passed things along to one of the girls that things really got interesting. When grandma told one of the girls to take care of us, they said, “Aw mom, do I have too.” To which grandma replied, “You know how to take care of it. So, I suggest you do…” Opening the door for themselves. It was difficult for us to keep a straight face or not giggle listening to the conversation because we knew what the girls were up too when they did that. Like my siblings and I, both girls were anal erotic and enjoyed getting enemas as much as they liked giving them. I know grandma was aware me and my sibling's enjoyed enemas, so if she was aware we did, then I’m sure she knew her two youngest daughters did also. Making it interesting getting enemas from either girl one-on-one or both girls in the evening at bath time. We never knew what to expect because of our mutual curiosity and it was interesting to see what they came up or wanted to try next.

In the 60's My mother and grandmother would give me bulb enemas when i was 3-5 years of age for constipation or punishment. Then maybe around the age of 10 I fashioned a makeshift enema from a small piece of flexible plastic tubing tapered on one end and a balloon filled with water on the other. I put the tip in my rear and untwisted the balloon to release the water. I quickly ran to the bathroom and expelled my makeshift enema,

In the early 70s my parents moved us from town to a house in the country. On one weekend, while my parents were away, I was snooping in my parents bathroom and found my mom's two quart enema bag! I knew that I had the whole weekend to myself so I decided to take a real enema.

While I was in my mom's bathroom vanity, I saw a jar of suppository's that she used frequently on me when I was little and a female napkin. I was shaking with excitement and fear with what I had found.

I went to her hamper and found a brief cut of her bikini panties and put them on with the napkin in the crotch. Then, I pulled the panties to the side and put two suppository's deep into my rectum, just like my mother would do when I was constipated.

By now I was breathing hard and shaking as I began to fill up the enema bag. I filled it with really warm water and fumbled with the hose and the stopper. Once I got the bag sealed I could smell that warm water rubber smell. I had a erection like I never had before.

I hung the bag from a clothes hook on the bathroom door and dipped the nozzle in the jar of Vaseline. I was trembling as I slid the panties to the side again and slid the nozzle into my rectum. I could not believe that I was giving myself a bag enema.

I awkwardly laid down on the bathroom floor with the enema tube sticking out the back of my panties and my penis poking out the front of the panties.

I nervously reached down and released the metal clamp and the hot water began to fill my bowels. The first cramp was too much and I had to stop the flow and the nozzle began to slide out of my rectum. I regained my composure and slid the nozzle back in and resumed the enema.

I was really full and bloated with hot water and the contents of my bowels when the bag finally emptied. I clamped off the hose and carefully pulled it out of my rectum. The nozzle was dirty and warm enema water dripped into the napkin in my panties. I was horrified because I never been in this situation. What was I going to do with the dirty nozzle? What about the dirty napkin? Was I going to be able to stand up with 2 quarts of water and a full bowel? And yet, I was on the verge of cumming without even touching my penis.

I rolled onto my knees on one hand with the nozzle in the other hand. I was slowly leaking into the napkin as I stood up. The warm water felt incredible on my ass cheeks.

I didn't know whether to go to the toilet first or clean up the nozzle. And there I was, standing in front of the mirror, a dirty nozzle, a swollen belly, flower print panties with a wet napkin in the back and an engorged penis in the front.

I tried my best to clean up the nozzle but I kept getting cramps and letting more water into the napkin. I didn't want to clean up a mess on the floor so I quickly got into the shower. Just as soon as I stepped into the shower a cramp hit me bad and I let more water out and this time it filled the napkin and went on to the shower floor. The napkin was dirty and my panties were filling up and there was a puddle on the shower floor.

The next wave of cramps hit, but this time I did not hold back. As my panties filled with the contents of my bowels I began to masturbate furiously. I was cumming and expelling at the same time.

When I was finished I was an exhausted mess. I turned on the shower to clean up but I was hit again with the deep cramp. The final cramp from way up high. When I was finally done and cleaned up in the shower I began clean up the rest of my mess.

I carefully cleaned up the enema nozzle and bag. I dried them off and put them back in the cardboard box and back into the vanity.

That was the day of my fist unnecessary enema.

Never had an enema that was medically necessary- except once self administered prep for an IVP. The couple I got as a kid my mother told me and my sisters we Ineeded them but we weren’t constipated.

At first, I didn't like the enemas that I got growing up as I was sick when they were given to me. Things changed when I started to masturbate, and it felt good when the slippery nozzle popped in and when the water surged into my tummy.

I was about 10, the folks were gone for a while, and I got the red bag from the cabinet and enjoyed my first self-administered, 'un-necessary' enema. In the intervening 63 years, less than a dozen of the "I've lost count" number of enemas I've had have been needed to alleviate constipation.