Someone Announcing Your Enema

It's difficult to say that I feel afraid of or excited when someone announces it for me that I am going to take the enemas, but surely the embarrassed feeling always appears.

I was a teen in hospital, and after the evening meal, a nurse came around while the visitors were still in the ward and said the doctor had ordered an enema for me so as soon as my visitors left she wanted me to get ready for her as she had a lot to do. I asked what she meant, and she said I need you with your pants off laying on the bed so I can get to your bottom. The visitors and other patients all seemed to look at me in a different way after that.

I have thought it would be rather funny to get on a large hospital PA system and in a normal sounding voice just page the mayor or governor or other famous person to, "Please return to room 3519 for the rest of your soapsuds enemas."

I remember being in the hospital having an enema, and some leakage...extremely embarassing.

Not too long ago I was going for the first time to a local CT. I had talked to her over the phone she agreed to give me multiple enemas with a colon-tube based on a condition I described for her. I'm sitting in the lobby with another person and she leans out of the treatment room, waggles her finger beckoning me into her room and saying loudly: Charlie let's get going on your enemas. The other occupant sort of gasped and gave me a strange look. I loved it!

I still remember well those words burned into my brain.My Mothers nurse friend telling her in the living room to (Give Him an enema)

My mom used to announce my enema when it was time she would say loudly its enema time.

My mom was always happy to announce my impending enemas when I was a kid. As a teen she didn't have to announce the impending enema series. If it was Sunday morning, everybody in the family and around the block knew where I was.

My mom would call my aunt and tell her that I needed an enema and my aunt would come over and hold me down while I tried to kick and scream while mom gave me the enema. I dreaded getting them, my mom held the bag too high and I cramped and many times would force the nozzle out. All to no avail because my aunt was very strong and held me down until my mom was satisfied that I had had a good enema in her words. After the enema I was always sent to bed for not cooperating. By the time I turned ten I finally got the message and stopped resisting just to get the ordeal over with. I hated those enemas from my mother but I have to be honest and admit that after the enema and rinse were done to her satisfaction I did feel much better. My mother only gave me enemas for constipation and whenever I had a severe cold. After I started to cooperate I was no longer sent to bed after the enema. My aunt even gave me a couple of enemas but she did not hold the bag as high as my mom and I did not cramp nearly as much.

No announcing in my family. If I had been ill and in bed for more than a couple days, my Mom would come into my room, usually in the early evening, and get me out of bed to give me an enema in the bathroom. I'm guessing that she and my dad had probably discussed it between them as to what to do for me, and they came to the conclusion that an enema would help me get better more quickly. I can't say that I recall if it did or not, but I never minded the enemas, as my mother was always very gentle in giving me a series of Ivory soap enemas. I was too young to be stimulated at the time, but neither did I mind laying on a towel on the warm bathroom floor receiving a nice soapy enema while my mom rubbed my back.

One of my aunts always gave me my enema. The procedure was almost ritualistic. My aunt would announce, "I'm going to give you an enema", or "Dr. Hart said you need to take an enema." Then the routine would begin. I would either stay in the bed, or start to take everything off but my pants and underwear. I would lay on the bed, listening to the sounds of her filling the bag. Then she would say, "Come on, Barry." Then I would go into the bathroom, close and lock the door, take off my pants and underwear, or pajamas, and get into the bathtub on my left side. The time from the announcement and the enema was always enough to create a complete erection. From the time I was 10 until almost out of high school, we followed this routine. I ALWAYS had an erection, and neither aunt ever said anything about it.

Every now and then the phone would ring while mom was giving me an enema. She would tell the person on the other end "I'm in the middle of giving Johnny an enema; can I call you right back?". One time when I was 16, she said "I'm in the middle of giving Johnny an enema; can he call you back later?" Turned out it was a girlfriend from school!

Most of us with the true enema fetish love the enema words;

I am going to give you an enema

Hold still for your enema

Try to hold your enema for as long as possible

You can now sit on the toilet and get rid of your enema

This enema will be good for you

I have gone to the same radiologist for many X rays. Many people had to have lower GI's or other X rays which needed a preparation of emptying the bowels. The Dr. had a miserably loud receptionist who I think was a pervert who wanted to embarrass people. She would question people as they signed in. "Did you have an enema last night"? Everyone in the waiting room could hear. Someone should have shot the bitch. Or maybe enema raped her.

What is the old saying...? Those who talk about it the most get it the least? (Of course that doesn't mean they wouldn't like it the most...or the least.)

Just the words "it's now time for your enema" said by my mother would make my heart beat. I still repeat them just to myself before receiving my solo enema.

Getting an enema at my grandmothers house was always a public announcement. When my girl cousins were at the house they would also get the enema attention. I would be lined up with them and get an enema at the same time. Exposing our nude bodies in front of each other never seemed to embarrass each other. We had been in bath tubs together since babies. I remember the existence of my erection being a part of the discussion, since I was the only boy among the three adult women and two girl cousins. Enemas were very public as the enema bags hung all the time in the open in grandmother's bathroom.

[color=#000000]There were a couple of times where I knew of a family member getting an enema.[/color]

[color=#000000]One time it was right after breakfast my dad was reading the newspaper, and cut[/color] a noisy fart. My Mom walked in from the kitchen and said to him "aren't we a little gassy today....An Enema should help that". That was that a little bit later My Mom and Dad were in the Bathroom...and even though the Door was closed, I saw the Enema Bag storage box laying on their bed.

[color=#000000]Another time we were at my Grandmother's home, My Kid brother was constipated,[/color] and her and my Mom were giving him a bulb enema. My Brother was on his back, with my grandmother holding his legs up high, my Aunt holding a large bowl filled with Soapy sudsy water, and Mom was squirting it up his butt...all while he was screaming bloody murder and crying....she just kept on squirting that soap up his butt one after another till the entire bowl was empty.....I for a moment stood there watching, and my Mom looked up at me and asked..."You want one too"? ......Nope...not me...I took off outside.

[color=#000000]Now were are both in our 50's and he remembers it.[/color]

I always tell myself 'its time for an enema now' -just because i like the sound of it!

My gf used to sometimes say "Would you like for me to give you an enema?" Of course that sounded great, but usually I would say to her that I'd like that, but would rather give her one. That was true. The sight of her nakedness and the tube coming from her bottom was amazing and I specifically remember whispering to her " This is the most exciting and erotic thing that has ever happened to me". Seeing her get up with her belly distended was maybe the most amazing thing. She had a limit of about 1 1/2 qts. I don't really know why, but she always asked that I leave the bathroom while she expelled. I would have loved to stay with her as the enema did its work. I would have gladly cleaned her too. Well, the whole enema thing with her was so amazing that I never would let myself be dissatisfied about leaving for the expulsion, and yes, I would stand outside the bathroom door and listen to the sounds as she expelled.

The hottest times is when I was told the enema was coming, or what kind it was to be, days in advance!

I love to hear, " I am going to give you an enema" or You are getting an enema, now" Those who commented on loving to hear the enema words are absolutely correct.

I don't want to hear "do you want an enema", although I would say yes,

I wan to hear in definitively that I am to be the subject of the action and it is not negotiable.

On the other side of the bag, I use the words that I want to hear.

I was in the hospital in East Anglia England as a patient. There was a titled patient with a private corner room. I remember he had several well dressed lady visitors from his family in his room with the door closed. A nurse arrived with a cart containing a pitcher and tube with a funnel. Another nurse asked her what she was doing and she replied "I'm waiting to give Lord.... an enema. All his visitors passed her and the cart on their departure.

I was sent to the CP Master once, to receive punishment. I got a dose of the strap in front of 5 other men. At the end of the it CP aster announced I was going to get a punishment enema and from nowhere appeared a large full, enema bag. I was sooooo embarrassed, my face was as red as the bag !

The making of Klismo. Mom,a large woman,never gave me a punishment enema BUT when her firm voice told me I was getting an enema and the red top bag was extra filled, that was trouble. Over her lap, enema nozzle firmly in my butt with the clamp opened for a non stop enema. Soon I yelled "My tummy is full." The answer, not yet but it will be, and no mercy, all pain until the bag was empty. Now I take large enemas, but stop when it really hurts. Wish Mom had done the same.

While growing up my aunt was usually given the task of giving me enemas, and little did my mom know that my aunt considered them "punishment" enemas after I was caught playing with her panties in the hamper. This was bad enough until the first time I went into her house, at the prearranged time, to find two other ladies about the same age sitting on the couch talking to her. I froze when I walked in, and told her that I could come back later, when they all laughed. One of the other ladies (who fortunately I didn't know either of them) said that they already knew all about my "treatments" and why they were required. Over the next 3 or 4 hours, the watched and even assisted with one of my enemas, and seemed completely thrilled to do so. Allthough I felt degraded at the time, right now I would just about do anything to be able to walk into that house again and have the three of them waiting for me.

As a little boy, when I was going to the doctor because I was sick, my mother would always ask the doctor if she could give me an enema. The doctor would say "yes", so I had to ride home, thinking of the enema I would be getting. Looking back on that time, it was fun.

Remember when I was a teen, my buddies and I were going out trick or treating when mom announced get home early you are going to get three enemas when you get home. The guys kidded me all night and the next day when someone asked about what we did last night they said Tony got three big enemas... everyone laughed

Several years ago, I was in the waiting room of a general surgeon, waiting to see him for a business discussion on medications. His office nurse would open the door and call out a patient's name to follow her. She opened the door and called,"John Smith", then loudly, "John did you take an enema before coming in today?" Several of the patients just looked around at each other, with a few mouths wide open. I felt very sorry for John.

The reason my enemas were announced was because there was only one bathroom with 7 people in the house