When did you realize enemas turned you on?

Dear Liquidsky,

Here you are again with your important cautionary tales, wonderful that you are on this site to keep a reality check for our kinks!!!!

I'm 77 years young and received my one and only childhood enema at age five from my maternal grandmother. Both my 4 year younger sister had been ill for a while and I hadn't had a BM for several days. My grandmother had been staying with us for a while in order to save on heating oil at her home in the next state. It was during WWII, and heating oil along with many other things were being rationed to help the war effort. Anyway, she told my mother that an enema was the way to go. Even though my grandmother, mom and mom's twin sister were all enema takers, my mother was not in favor of giving me an enema. Her mom told her to call the doctor. Of course the doctor said "give him an enema!" That evening, after supper, in order to save heating oil, my grandmother took a 2.5 aluminum pan and heated water on the stove. She took the pan of warm water upstairs and asked me to follow her into the upstairs bathroom. She closed the door and had me get totally undressed. While I was undressing, she took a bar of Dial soap, not anti-bacterial in those days, and put it into the pan. She stirred the water and soap a bit and poured the contents into our closed top enema bag. I was watching with intent. She screwed the child nozzle onto the end of the hose and then attached the hose connector onto the top of the bag then let the air out of the hose. She had me get over her lap, greased the nozzle and a small amount of Vaseline on my butt hole, slid the nozzle home and the enema started. I thoroughly loved the entire episode. My parents were always in a battle, and this was the total attention that I really needed. It was total love at first enema. As I started to develop around age nine I began to remember that one enema, and my mom made it easy. It was now 1947, and new items started to become available. One of those things was polyethylene (poly.) She found some poly drinking tumblers at the store and she bought four of them. One larger one for dad, and three medium sized ones for me, my sis and mom to use. She took nail polish and put my initial on one, my sister's first initial on hers and she left her own without an initial. I was able to use mine as a tub toy, and quickly learned that I could fill the tumbler with soapy bath water and sit on the full tumbler. One squeeze of the poly, and half the contents of the drinking tumbler found its way up my anus and rectum. Instant soap suds enemas. I did that until the age of 12, when I was deemed old enough to stay home alone while sis and mom went grocery shopping. In 1950 a genuine, extra large, grocery store was built four towns over from us. That gave me between two and three hours to play with my mom's enema bag. The red bag, hose and all the nozzles ended up in the trash, and mom bought one of those natural folding travel bags that came in a blue and red plaid zippered bag replaced the old bag. I started giving myself enemas with her bag. I've never stopped, and still do at least one 3 to 5 hour session with multiple enemas every Saturday morning.

Just a wild guess but I think while getting an enema from my mother, my little 5-6 year old dick would get hard while lying across my mom's bare legs as she filled me with her little red bulb. I wasn't sure what was going on but, boy, I remember, I really liked it.

When I was 4 & 5, my parents had a nurse come out & give me enemas because I had high fevers with tonsillitis. I hated them. They were painful and humiliating. But they awoke my sexuality and I was always going around with my hand in my pants (and freaking my mother out). I don't think I thought about enemas again until I was an adult, but they became my main sexual fantasy. I don't know whether someone else giving me one would turn me on or shut me down, but I've had some impressive orgasms by letting the enema in just as I was coming from masturbating. I either squeezed a bulbful in or emptied a douchebag into me or (the best one) opened the clamp on the tube of a bag at ceiling height while I was on the floor, just as I began to come. The sudden expansion of my rectum with warm water magnified my orgasm 10-fold. Mmmmmmm!

I went through a period where I was giving myself rectal douche orgasms in my bedroom, then discovered that a peeping tom had been watching me through my BR window. Kinda freaked me out because he also tried to get in the house by taking a screen off, but the police caught him later and I kept my doors and windows locked from then on. I sure wouldn't have wanted any direct contact with him, but thinking about being watched giving myself an enema orgasm is pretty titillating.

Oh realized after reading about it in pornography that's what I wanted. I was 33 at the time. However, no dice from my wife. So my first enema was a fleet enema on the bathroom floor. I'm jealous of all of you, particularly SUSANM74, and your loving stories of parents administered red bag enemas.

I can't remember a time when enemas didn't turn me on! My mother was a big believer in them when we were children. She was a very beautiful woman, and somehow made them a very sensual experience by her gentleness and loving care. So I never thought of them as punishment, but rather a special, private experience administered by someone who was taking care of me.

I knew they were hot by the time I was in kindergarten. I wondered what my teacher would look like with a nozzle in her ass.

My mom gave me enemas when I was 7,8,9? I didn’t know what sexual arousal was. I do know that I didn’t mind getting them. I still didn’t know what sexual arousal was at 11 when an older friend BF ‘d me real good one night. I didn’t mind that either. After that night, I started sticking everything I could up my butt, starting with the red enema bulb that my mom left in the bathroom. It didn’t take long until I figured out that I could squirt a few bottles-full up my butt, lie there on my left side, and JO until the “waves” hit and then have a way much more intense orgasmic experience than I would have without the enema. The rest is, as they say, history.

Right about age 15. Mom had given me a few enemas as a child probably between age 6-12, but very few. I recall not objecting and probably enjoying them, but had no idea they were sexual. I discovered my first orgasm at age 15 in the tub one night. Very shortly thereafter I made the connection to enemas and rectal play. My mom had her amber real rubber enema bag hanging in her bathroom for many years, and I always loved the smell of the rubber. After a few days of having a few orgasms, I thought it would be fun to push her douche nozzle up inside of me. As soon as I did, and at the same time handled the rubber enema bag, I found that the rectal stimulation, the subsequent enema, and the rubber bag texture and aroma were all making my orgasms stronger and more fun.

I had loved rubber since about age 8 (1960) from watching women on the US TV show Sea Hunt walk around and SCUBA dive in shiny black rubber wetsuits and rubber sneakers. However, I didn't know it was sexual until age 15 after having my first orgasms and then mixing the feel and aroma of the rubber enema bag and my Keds sneakers with the masturbation. Anal play, enemas, rubber and sneakers have remained major aphrodisiacs or kinks/fetishes ever since then.

Eric

I confess to being a very late bloomer re enema pleasure. I think it is all about slow and sensual for me and I was introduced to enemas that way when I was over 50 years old. That first, at least in my memory, enema session included a lovely massage and bath in a two person tub with bubbles with a giver who promised to introduce me gently to that world. I think I must have been 55 or 56 at the time and he, over 70 and well experienced as a giver. I became a convert in a very short time. Sadly, my husband is not into enemas either as a giver or a receiver, so I am stuck waiting for hidden opportunities elsewhere. Solo enemas, even when possible, just are not the same for me.

I got my first enema when I was about 5 or 6 years old . I got all backed up and had a tummy ache. It was at a hospital by a couple of nuns. I loved it . There was something about the water going inside that felt good , obviously it was not sexual at that age I just know I liked it. 2 weeks later I had another one for same reason and I enjoyed it again ,I knew that I liked the feeling of something in my a butt. Mom never gave me another one again .

I grew up in the time when enemas were common place, for some reason I never got another one from her. I think she was embarrassed. So when I was 12 I found my parents enema bag and when I was all alone i decided to use it. I will never forget it . The bag was a big blue pumpkin bag. Filled it all the way up, slipped the nozzle in and click the flow began in just a few seconds I had a raging

Hard on I could not believe how good it felt. Of course being the horny little boy I was I started stroking my cock and came in no time shooting all over. It was amazing to say the least. I was hooked from then on. Every time I was alone it was enema time ,I just could not get enough. I have been enjoying them for 40 years or so and I still enjoy them . I will probably die taking a hot and soapy. I just love a good enema.

...I loved it . There was something about the water going inside that felt good , obviously it was not sexual at that age I just know I liked it.

Not necessarily. It may not express itself in the same way sexual things do starting around puberty, but it can still be sexual.

I discovered at a young age i enjoyed a finger in my bottom while i masterbated. I tried an old douche/enema bag i found in the basement to clean myself out before I put my finger in. I was in love with the enema the moment that first splash of warm water hit my insides.

When I was about five and a half, my neighbor (a year older than me) and I found his parents' combination bottle and gave each other enemas. He didn't especially like them, but I was hooked! Still filling and enjoying close to seventy years later.

When I found out what 'turn on' meant, i was like, OOOOOOOOHHH now I understand! So THAT'S why I WANT to take enemas!

When did you realize enemas turned you on?

At what age and under what circumstance did you first connect enemas with sexual excitement.

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LisaK said

When I found out what 'turn on' meant, i was like, OOOOOOOOHHH now I understand! So THAT'S why I WANT to take enemas!

So . . . . WHEN did you realize that enemas turned you on? Was it after you had an orgasm in front of your father while you were holding an enema?

How old were you?

At 18 when I started enemas (well the bag) and was very wet as a result. As for liking things anal, I was 15 or so when I found a non-working digital thermometer and put it into my heiney. I did fleets since I was 12-18 on myself alone so I'd say those puberty years really at 12 I'd say.

HUGS,

Megan

Chef wrote,

I discovered at a young age i enjoyed a finger in my bottom while i masterbated. I tried an old douche/enema bag i found in the basement to clean myself out before I put my finger in. I was in love with the enema the moment that first splash of warm water hit my insides.

I wrote my experience below a few days ago, learning at age 15 that enemas could be profoundly sexual. Just to embellish slightly, paraphrasing from the later poster, "......I was in love with enemas and the nozzle the moment that first splash of warm water hit my insides." Indeed. Haven't stopped since age 15.

Eric

It was during early Puberty.

Before I had knowingly been turned on!'

Probably 10 or 11 when I first became aware of the whole issue of arousal and what it was.

I may have been 5 or 6 years old.

I never got the bulb, always the bag.

I got them from my grandmother but mom was in the bathroom as well. She used an amber bag with gussetts on the sides, and attached to the hose was a black curved douche nozzle.They were hot, soapy, fast flowing, and non stop! ....Oh! and the metal hose clamps had only 2 positions. Full ON or Full Off!

When I got up off the bathroom floor to rush to expel, mom noticed I was erect. She seemed concerned as she commented to my grandmother. I interupted with a remark that I get like the when I have to pee.

As a 5 or 6 year old, you can see how I could have thought that be an honest answer.

But as the weeks went by, I'd find myself in the classroom deep in fantasy, giving them to my 1st grade teacher. She always looked great in her 2 pc business suit with the srtight skirt, stockings and black pumps with tall heels. and again would get hard & erect, just by the very thought.......no, i didnt have to pee.

That has not changed, I'm still attracted by ladies dressed like that.

I guess like many here, I found them erotic way before ever knowing what erotic was.

Around 12-13. I also discovered how much I enjoy anal play as well. I started with a Fleet enema during this time period. I didn’t progress to a red bag until my college years. The only arousal I got from the Fleet enema was the insertion. Never knew what I was missing when I started doing bag enemas.

I am in the big group of those who used to hate suppositories and enemas as a kid when mom decided to administer them to me. Still I started enjoying those pretty soon, first just when talking to a cousin of mine, then experimenting on myself, when I was about 15.

I still remember the thrill of trying that, and since then this constipation remedies never failed to give me the best erection, both in terms of how hard I was and for the duration of the excitement that seems to go on forever, as long as I play.

Even though I only started playing at 15 and as a kid I hated them, I would honestly say that I was conscious of feeling the fascination of suppositories and enemas for several years before my first attempt to introduce a glycerine suppository or an enema bulb in my own rectum.

Ah, dear old days!

I remember getting an enema from my aunt and uncle when I was about 13 and staying with them over the summer when school was out.

After a few times, I realized it started to feel good so I started to look forward to them giving me enemas for the rest of the summer

Ellie

Like most of us I guess it started at puberty time.

The enema-induced orgasm I had right in front of my father happened when I was 12. After that I was totally self administering.

After that he would leave the room when I was about to crack the valve and come back in 5 minutes or so into retention until I was 13. then he just wanted me to leave both bathroom and bedroom doors open so I could yell for help if I ever needed to. Luckily never did!

When I was 16 all I had to do was tell him when i was taking n enema so he could check on me between rounds and make sure I was not overdoing it!

Once I got over being scared by the procedure, I came to enjoy the feeling as a young kid. At about age 11 I started getting turned on by them sexually and still do. Masturbation during or after became a regular thing.

Instantly fell in love, probably 8 years old

I found out around 5 years old. At first I couldn't stand them but as I received more from my aunt, I started to enjoy the ritual. Not to mention the numerous bare bottom over the knee spankings to go along with the enemas.

Enemas turned me on the first time I ever did it when I was 8 years old.

When I was very young, I had to go to the hospital for emergency surgery. I hadn't had a BM for three days after so my nurse decided that I needed enemas. After that, I struggled with wanting more anal stimulation but having been told never to touch myself there (meaning; my anus). I knew I loved what happened in the hospital and could never get that out of my mind.

After I got out on my own, I purchased an enema bag from a drug store and started putting it to good use. Hooked on enemas ever since!