When did you realize enemas turned you on?

About age 10.

The first enema that I received when I was six years old was very pleasurable to me. I was very nervous at first when I was undressed for the enema, but sensation of the warm water entering me while I lay on my side on the bed, and the soothing words and encouragement of my mother while she gave me the enema were very comforting.

Afterwards there was the rush to the bathroom and the feeling of relief that leaves one feeling so clean and cozy. The experience surrounding the enema, however, was just as important as the enema itself in forming a lasting impression on me. My parents were so loving and gentle, and I was so completely exposed, and encouraged and cared for,

that the whole experience became a loving and cozy and tender moment. I have had many enemas since then, but this first experience was, perhaps, the most important for me.

From the various messages posted here I conclude that many of you are baby-boomers like me who grew up during a time when enemas were fairly common in the home for various reasons. We got enemas from as early as we can remember, but somewhere around puberty we decided these enemas were not really so bad, and the occasional enema we got from mom weren't enough and we learned to give ourselves enemas when we got the chance. And even though we liked the feeling, we saw the enema as a private pleasure accompanied by masturbation, but would not admit it to anyone. Then there were the Penthouse letters of the early 70s that revealed some people actually used enemas as sex play. For me, that was the game changer. There was no such thing as the internet yet.

Now very few kids get enemas at home, so how did they learn about them? I assume mostly from the internet. They probably stumble across some enema related stuff and for some reason think that looks interesting. And try it. Am I right? Do we have some younger members who want to tell us how they first learned about enemas and decided that looks like fun?

I was 15 my mom gave me my first bag enema had the biggest boner ever

It's hard to say exactly when I realized. I know I got enemas for several years -- maybe two or three a year -- before I began getting feelings I didn't fully understand. I remember by age 8 or 9 I faked constipation a couple times in the hope of being given an enema, even though I wasn't sure why I wanted it. I just knew it would feel good. Around age 10 I got a mini-hardon while my mother was giving me one. She didn't say anything but that was the last enema I got from her. It didn't take me long to start sneaking enemas whenever I was home alone long enough to be sure I wouldn't be caught with my pants down and the nozzle in play!

Re: Redbulb's question of younger people becoming interested in enemas. I am 42 and received enemas as a child. No one my age in my circle of friends received enemas that I know of. My parents are in their early 80s, though, so much older than most. My speculation is that the deepest fetishes stem from childhood experiences rather than from solitary experimentation in young adulthood. My contemporaries and younger usually have no idea what an old fashioned enema bag looks like. They only know of fleet enemas.

We started out way away from the rest of the world and good enemas were considered "the promise of good health and cleanliness." I was the oldest and mom had taken me under her dispensmanship as helper and collaborator. They later sold the farm and moved to town. Modern times and ways did not need enemas anymore. That was when I discovered I was hooked. I had no idea it had become a fixture of such normalcy, that was more than etiquette. I soon started arranging for time to remissness while getting the settling sense of a bag full (or two) slowly dribbled up my butt, maybe the second year of high school. I got my brother to take one or two. A sister to get one, but after that, she complained about me. I didn't blame her, but learned discretion after that. At least I didn't get the sweat neighbor girls involved, or it likely could have been disastrous, aye?

I was so young that when enemas turned me on, I didn't know what being turned on was! This was a very confusing time in my life.

I found out about it as with most things, over the internet. if you're on the web for long enough there's nothing you won't find.

When my mother gave them to me

Er I think I was about early teens when I felt pleasurable sensations from them but I don't think I acknowledged / accept the fact until I was little bit older.

I used to get an enema on the bathroom counter at 6 or 7, father would hold my legs up and mother would slid the nozzle in and fill me up. I was 8 or 9 when I realized how good it felt, and starting giving myself enemas, my first orgasm (around 12) was while getting an enema.

This is a tougher question than it might seem. As a child who received a few enemas from my mother when ill (the last at age 6), I came into puberty having mostly a quite strong and nameless dread of them but also an obvious fascination. I wouldn't have known to use the word "dread" then, nor would I have thought of myself as having a fascination. All I was aware of at the time was a jumble of strong feelings that propelled me to go look, when no one else was home, at the enema bag hung from a clothes hanger and hiding at the end of my mother's closet. It was still a kind of nameless dread I felt.

I'm pretty sure, as a child of six, I had an erection as my mother was giving me that last enema, because I have a dim memory of it. But I'm not sure when, after I started masturbating, enemas became a focus of my fantasies. They clearly did early on. I was perhaps 12. I didn't start giving myself enemas until late into college when, driving across country to get to school, I stopped at a pharmacy and bought a bag I could use in my motel room at night. What delicious shame!

So, when did they first become associated with sexuality for me? In my subconscious, obviously very early. In my recognizable and acknowledged consciousness? Sometime after I started masturbating at age 12. But I probably didn't "invite" and welcome the enema fantasies in masturbation until some years later. I thought the connection between the two would be "unacceptable" and probably fought it for a while.

Oh, lets see, I must have been about 6 or 7 when I began to realize that having something stuck up my ass felt good. Of course the only things that had ever been inserted in my butt were thermometers and lubricated enema nozzles. I guess that is why, as a child, I developed this constant constipation problem (I did learn just which foods blocked me up real good at that tender young age). I knew that every time I got constipated, I would get an enema to relieve the blockage, parents were predictable like that. There were no laxatives or suppositories used, they took too long to work and the results were un-predictable. Enemas were quick and efficient. The more enemas I got, the more I liked them, and by about 9 or 10, I was giving them to myself on every occasion when I was left 'home alone' for long enough to do it. Starting at around maybe 12 or 13, I began getting an erections when I got my enemas, and especially when I gave an enema to myself. Then when I was 15, I was playing with my erection while giving myself my enema, and I ejaculated for the first time, and the rest of this Klizmo's life is history!

The first one I had I was around 9 if I remember right. I was naked on all fours in the bathroom with my mom. I didn't mind the nozzle going in or even the first gush of water. But when the cramp hit I took off. The nozzle popped out along with everything. It was a mess. My sister who is two years older than me knew what had happened. She used to get enemas a lot. I hated them. I hated anything back there from then on until about 7-8 years ago. I started dating a girl who was into anal. I had tried anal with a bf when I was bi and that did not happen. Anyway this girl kept trying to put things in me and I kept saying no. I didn't mind doing it to her and so we talked about it. I told her it was dirty and gross and we came to the conclusion that was my problem. She told me that she did enemas. You can imagine what went through my head. I ended up giving to her for weeks and watching her have great orgasms. Of course I was helping her. Then I got up the nerve to try. She never had any problem taking the whole bag. As for me I could only take like 1/3 of a bag. It took a long time for me to take the whole bag in 3rds. I was not having orgasms like her. She would use thermometers and the nozzle on me after and even a finger. Finally I made it to 1/2 a bag after a few weeks. Then 3/4 after awhile. Finally one night I had given to her and it was my turn. I remember this so well. I was laying on my back and I was being filled. She would rub my clit and then lick me on and on and I kept watching the bag. Before I knew it I was having the best orgasm of my life. When I opened my eyes and jumped up to the dash to the potty I noticed I had taken the whole bag. The rest if history.

At age seven. I was having surgery the next day, this was also my first enema from the bag. My mom told me I had to have enemas till clear, so I was going to get a lot of enemas this day. She filled the bag full and called me to the kitchen where enemas were typically given. It was close to the bathroom. I was scared of the big bag, she said for me to take as much as possible then I could release in the toilet. After the third enema my penis became hard, I asked mom what was going on and she said it was from the water. It felt good, so did the successive enemas, she asked each time if the water was clear. Well it had been clear for a while, but I liked having one enema after the other I lied and said no. After six enemas and her having to refill the bag two times, I got busted when mom checked herself and found I lied. She then gave one of the most painful spankings for lying. The events of this day set me on a course of manipulating conditions that resulted in enemas and spankings.

I first started to like them around age 12. now i love them.

At about 9 or 10, after years of fear. Still I don't understand clearly this change.

I must have been around 10 or so when I experienced a dry orgasm during one of mom's cleansing enema sessions with the bulb. I was in the required position: laying over the toilet (lid down, covered with a towel, feet not touching floor). I had already received the first bulbful and was squeezing my cheeks together with all I could to keep from leaking as mom refilled the bulb with the hot soapy mixture in the sink. She sat down on the small stool behind me, parted my cheeks with one hand and slid the nozzle in to the hilt. I felt the bulb pressing tightly against my little anus, which she held firmly to (hopefully) prevent leakage, while telling me what a good enema I take and how good I would feel after being cleaned out. As she slowly sprayed that warm bulbful into me while I clenched tightly, I could feel the pressure building. Then it happened. That glorious feeling of a strong orgasm that, for just a second or two, made me forget all about the enema I was getting. The dry orgasm, that I had previously only experienced during sleep, could be induced with an enema. Needless to say, the enema-induced-orgasm became my secret goal in all subsequent enema sessions (a regular occurrence in my youth), although at the time I had no idea this was a sex thing. In my early teen years, after I had graduated to self-administering with the family enema bag, I connected the dots and practiced my enema/masturbation techniques quite frequently, an activity that continues to this day.

I read about an enema in a Penthouse magazine at about the age of 12. I would sneak an enema when home alone. That idea excited and turned me on.

I think I was about 12 when I discovered what my dick was for and I found moms blue pumpkin enema bag. Tried it and love the feeling of water going in. While filling I stroked my dick and just as bag emptied I exploded . Very nice one.

When I was a child, my mother gave me an enema any time I was ill. I dreaded it and hated it then, probably because it was done in a way that was a humiliating experience. I was probably 12 or 13 years old when I had a dream one night about receiving an enema. A girl I knew was giving me the enema and I was feeling very good about it. I recall having that tight feeling in my throat. The strange part was that this girl was not someone i had erotic feelings about, at least not consciously. She was the daughter of a friend of my mother and was 3 or 4 years older than me. We knew each other but were not close friends. At any rate, that was probably my awakening to enemas, and from then on I was sneaking private enemas for myself whenever I was home alone and the opportunity was there.

For me I was probable in my early teens- not sure. When I found our home enema equipment, it seemed like something I wanted to try. After trying a few, I was hooked and its been great ever since. At the time, I really didn't know about prostate stimulation only that enemas seem to feel great and masturbating after resulted in a huge orgasm. Now many years older and wiser the orgasms are still powerful.

When I was in hospital @ 13 for appendicitis. Nurse came in with bag (about 2qts), gently lubed my anus which gave me an instant erection, inserted nozzle which felt so good too. Had the erection through the whole enema, not sure if she noticed it, but at the time didn't care. Knew I was anal erotic then and there, been hooked ever since.

I think is was second grade, maybe 7 or 8. I had received the bulb enemas which I didn't care for but was staying at aunt's farm on summer and the kid from down the road and I were playing in the barn loft and it was hot. We decided to play naked and we both had erections. Somehow the topic of enemas came up when we were playing with one another and he wanted me to give him one. He went home and cam back with a bag. I gave him one and he gave me my first bag enema. I was hooked. Didn't have a true orgasm until later but had a lot of great hard on's that resulted in some clear ejaculations.

I got them as early as I can remember. The answer to this question would be at about age 7 when I was visiting my Aunt and Uncle for a week and she marched me upstairs to her bathroom that was filled with the aroma of roses and I was disciplined then given 3 enemas over her lap. I will never forget that day.

Received my first enema at age six, and didn't like it much, although I was enamored with the nozzle going in and out. I started shoving everything I could find in my butt until I was about 12. The light went on(I was kinda slow) and wondered what the enema would feel like again. As I started giving myself the enema, I got a huge erection, and haven't looked back.

The first time I took one about the age of 10

When I had my first enema at age 8, I felt something more than the discomfort of hot, soapy water filling my bowels and the embarrassment of being completely naked on my mothers bed being penetrated anally by her. I would actually get an erection! She told me not to be concerned because sometimes that happens with little boys, and to just ignore it.

Not sure but at whatever stage it was it is a blessing and little cures.benefit because they are so much fun a curse because it is hard to fine women who enjoy them too bad else if would be the best thing ever