Anticipation and Embarrassment

How many of you have felt the embarrassment when anticipating your soon to be delivered enema? Did you enjoy those feelings? I find it thrilling.

Anticipation, at least for me, is 60% of the fun. The longer it can be drawn out, the better.

Anticipation is the big part of being given an enema was the hardest part of an enema when I was young staying home from school I knew that most any time I stay home sick my mother would give me one or more enemas. She would walk by the room a numbers of times everytime she walked past would she come in my room with the enema bag this time. So for me knowing that she make my bowels move the anticipation that when she would come in with that enema bag was worst that be given the enema because there was no fuss role over put the tube in run the water in under 5 min, that part was over than run & expel the enema.

When ever i get the chance to visit my enurse

she puts me at ease in every situation

except one position

last time i wanted to see her eyes when she was about to slip the nozzle in me

on my back and raising my legs so would have easy access

she placed the nozzle at my hole then looked me in the eye

as she slid it in

she saw i was alittle embarrest so she lightly rubbed my dick and my belly

she noticed i had precum which she seemed to enjoy seeing so she rubbed that precum all over my privates and also her tits

I love the anticipation of knowing that an enema is on the way to me, knowing that I soon will feel the nozzle sliding up my anus. I love this part of the excitement of the waiting for it to happen. Now that I live along and a long ways from her, I must do things for my self and that is not as much fun, but the results are just the same, full tummy and the urge to expell. redrub

I did not have much time to anticipate because the enema can and attachments were out and ready before my enema as announced. I did know, however, that two days without a BM when sick meant a quart or two of warm soapsuds.

The enemas were most embarassing when I was given them in the wide-open diapering position during the early years.

Knowing I was going to get my enema was the worst (best). It was a love / hate with the bulb over mom's lap.

I have posted this elsewhere but it fits here so I will repost. The first time I experienced a climax was once when I knew an enema was coming but I had to wait while my younger sibs got theirs. The longer I waited the more intense the feelings became and hearing the commotion involved with the enemas the other two were getting even made it worse until I popped off and was mystified about what had just happened. My favorite memory.

I always got a wonderful, blissful erection when I knew I was about to receive an enema. The sweetest sense of elation in the world.

Anticipation definitely produces a feeling that is hard to describe.

Embarrassment: I guess you could say that, even though I only take enemas alone or around my husband, whom I don't need to be embarrassed around.

I guess just the knowledge that an inanimate object can take away control of one of your most basic body functions constitutes a certain embarrassment.

This might not be the right place to post but I've looked for just anticipation and haven't found it so here goes. My wife knows of my enema tastes but perfers me to do it when she isn't here. She's going to work in 15 minutes and in 15 minutes I'll have an enema nozzle going into my bum 😁 Short time, but can hardly wait. Now, that's anticipation.

When I've been given an enema by a female friend I've felt a mixture of thrill and embarrassment. The fact that I'm soon going to turn my back and expose all I've got to someone is exquisitely embarrassing. To feel the cool air on my anus and buns. The tingle of the KY and the shiver of excitement as the nozzle slips in. Will I leak? Will I be able to hold it?Will I be able to hold all I'm expected to? Will she watch or listen as I'm expelling? The whole process is so good because of the erotic pleasure and quite real dread of losing control. There's that thrill that comes from knowing that a person of the opposite sex is going to know and share something so private. It makes it all delicious.

Liquidsky--Nice piece of writing. Thanks for sending it in.

hankb

Even though I've been a klismo for more than 50 years, the anticipation is still a significant aspect of enema use and play. Embarrassment seems to have diminished to a great extent. One of the upsides to diminished embarrassment, is that I wouldn't likely turn down an enema under most reasonable circumstances. That isn't to say that I have thrown all caution to the wind, as I'm still respectful of others when the topic arises. I will provide advise when appropriate and jump at the chance to assist, if called upon.

As a younger person, the feelings of anticipation were almost overwhelming. It didn't matter if it was mom. grandma, or a nurse preparing to give me or a family member an enema. There was an indescribable electricity and energy that surged through my body. I would also feel embarrassed regardless of who the intended recipient was.

It usually wasn't a secret when someone was to be on the receiving end. With a single bathroom, and a small apartment, enema time was often not well hidden from everyone else. We kids did everything to heighten the embarrassment for our siblings. Turnabout seemed to be fair play, except when I teased my older sister. This often resulted in me getting it "in the end" (pun intended).

When in the hospital, private rooms were quite uncommon. Enemas were frequently given preoperatively as well as a jump start after surgery. I would feel the anticipation and some embarrassment as others were about to be subjected. Sometimes, just overhearing the predicament of others, was an enjoyable event. I suppose this fueled some of those voyeuristic tendencies when enemas were involved.

I experienced both anticipation and embarrassment two times in my life when it comes to enemas. One time it occurred with my Mom. One time it occurred with my lovely wife. This time I am going to tell you of the time it occurred with my Mom. Mother had been giving me tiny bulb enemas as far back as I could remember. The reason I was told was because I was born early and my digestive/alimentary system was not perfect and I would need help going to the bathroom. At that time her doc advised her to give me those things. However, a couple of years earlier, she changed doctors and her new doctor advised to stop giving me enemas and start giving me oral laxatives. The doc told Mom that enemas were bad and that they should have never been used in the first place. So, my enemas stopped and ex-lax, castoria, milk of magnesia, and Epsom salt solutions became the drugs of choice. I hated all four of them and I often told Mom just that. But, she refused to return to enemas. A friend of mine, a next door neighbor girl, told me that her Mom gave her adult, "bag", enemas when she became constipated and that she never got oral laxatives. She, also, told me that I should get my Mom to give me "adult bag" enemas as well. I thought about it and eventually I did ask Mom for one. She looked at me like I had a screw loose or something and told me "no" in no uncertain terms. A couple of weeks later, after Mom had given me castoria, that made me throw up, I begged her to please try giving me an "adult, bag enema." She, again, told me "no." Looking for help, I went to my Mom's mother for help. Mam-Maw listened to my situation and unlike Mom, she did not put me down. Her only question was where had I heard about "adult bag" enemas? I told her. She smiled, gave me a hug, kissed my cheek, and gave me an ice cold coke. As both of us drank our sodas, Mam-Maw said "Mike, I don't know, son, about enemas, you know what her new doctor says about them. But, I love you and I know you wouldn't be here if it wasn't important to you. I'd even consider giving you one myself, but I don't even own an enema bag. But, giving you one is not what you are after is it? You want "adult enemas".to replace the oral laxatives, don't you? I told her "yes!" Then, Mam-Maw said "I will talk with your Mother if you want me too. In the mean time go on home and we'll see." A few minutes after I arrived back home our phone rang. I answered it and sure enough it was Mam-Maw asking for Mom. I gave her the phone and went to my room. A few minutes later, she came into my bedroom saying that she was going over to Mam-Maw's for a few minutes and for me to behave while she was gone. I smiled up at her and told "ok" Mom wasn't gone but for about an hour. When, she returned, she, again, came into my room and sat on the side of my bed and began to make conversation. She said "I can't believe you went to Mam-Maw and asked her to help get me to start giving you "adult enemas," son! You know what Dr. Allison has said about those things." I looked up at her and said "you know I hate taking those oral laxatives even more. They taste horrible and often make me throw-up. And you know those things are unpredictable as to when and if I go to the bathroom." Mom just shook her head, kissed my forehead and left the room, leaving me to watch more tv. After an hour or so, I went out onto the front porch and sat down on the swing that Mom had had just installed. I was there when Mam-Maw drove up into our drive way. She got out of her car carrying a brown paper bag with a orange and black box sticking out. She came onto the porch and sat down on the swing next to me. She patted my leg and said I talked with your Mom. She told me that she didn't even have an "adult enema" bag in the house. So, I went downtown to the Rexall drug store and got her one. Maybe, just maybe, this will change her mind." With that said, Mam-Maw got up off the swing, leaned over, kissed my forehead and entered the house. A few minutes later, she returned to the swing, sat down, and said "Son, she took it from me and kinda said thanks. I don't know if your request will be honored or not, but, I have done all I can." I hugged Mam-Maw and told her "thank you, you are the best grandma any grandchild could ask for." She patted my head, got up off the swing, and said "good luck, son, you may need it." A few minutes after Mam-Maw left, I, too, got up off the swing and entered the house. Butterflies, if there are such things, were flying around in my belly as I went into the kitchen. I saw the box laying on the table. I went over to Mom, gave her a hug, and told her that "I loved her, very much." She told that she "loved me, too." She mentioned nothing about what Mam-Maw brought. After a few minutes, I got up and went to my room and turned on my tv again. Days went by and then about a month after she received the box, Mom woke me up from a sound sleep. It was a Saturday morning. I, usually, slept late on Saturday mornings, but, that Saturday, Mom woke me about 7 a.m. She pulled me out of bed and led me by my hand into my bathroom. I want you to know that there is a washing machine in there and on top of the washing machine was the box Mam-Maw had brought to Mom a month or so before. It was open and what ever was in it was no longer there. I looked to the left and then to the right and there hanging on the wall above the toilet, was the "item" filled to the brim with soapy water. I, immediately, got those butterflies in my belly again. I was also very embarrassed and left the room. I went back into my room and hid behind my closet door. Mom, called out "Mike, if you want me to give you this "adult enema, you had better come in now, or I am going to take it down and if I do, I do not want to hear another thing about you wanting me to give you "adult enemas," .Well, it did not take me long to think about my options. It was now or never. I chose now. I, again, entered my bathroom and found Mom beside the toilet holding the bag's red tubing in here hand. I saw there was a black nozzle attached to the tubing as well. I went over to Mom and kissed her cheek and told her thank you. She smiled and told me to take my undies off and to lie across the toilet. I followed her instructions and soon I felt her pull on my left hip. Then, I felt something probing around my ass hole. It was kind of cold. Then, she slipped the nozzle into my rectum. I let out an "awe" sound. At that point, Mother unsnapped the tube's shut-off and my first adult enema began entering my body. It was way different from the bulb enemas that Mom had given me earlier in life. I have to say that I truly enjoyed the feelings that my first "adult enema" gave me and after I had expelled it I went into the kitchen where Mom was and told her thanks. She said, "I'm so glad you enjoyed it son. You, now, need to call your Mam Maw. I did and told her all about it. Mam Maw giggled and said "Mike, I am so glad that you finally got it. I bet it won't be your last." Again, I told her thanks and that I loved her. With that said, I hung the phone up and went back to where Mom was. I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her and said "Mom, you are the greatest, please tell me that I won't have to take those oral laxatives any more." Mom smiled and said "we will see, son, we will see." Well, I guess you know the rest of the story. My oral laxative sessions ceased and my "adult enema" sessions began after much anticipation and embarrassment.

Anticipation, yes. Embarrassment, no.

I have varied feelings. Always anticipation (which sometimes is fearful) sometimes also embarrassment. I especially get embarrassed when she gives me suppositories and I have an accident, either because I misjudged or she forces me to by cuddling me while telling me that I can hold it, when she knows that I can't or she massages that corner of my anus next to the perineum which forces me to expel, even if I could have otherwise held it longer. She does that last forcing when she feels that I have succeeded too long and she is either feeling bored of waiting for me to lose control (while telling me all the time "you can hold it") or is feeling mischievous..

Anticipation...definitly, embarrassment.........no, the day im getting an enema or suppositories from someone is always pretty exiting, knowing they have control of what is for most a very private function,

Only embarrassment ...

I didn't have either as a pre-teen because I was brought up with enemas and it was routine. It wasn't until puberty that I enjoyed both immensely.

Embarrassment adds to the pleasure if you re in the right mood

Sse4fun -- mentions "As a younger person, the feelings of anticipation were overwhelming"...It had much the same effect with myself ... plus a level of excitement in a way,knowing what would be happening either to another family member or self...Not only the Enema itself but the stimulating effect it produced...even on sight....still does !!.

On the embarrassment side,that I attributed to the other family members situation...because at the time as hard as one tried to look away I was still all ears,which probably contributed to the voyeuristic streak later...On occasion embarrassment occurred,that came about when another made a less than charitable remark...knowing I was going to get an Enema....It wasn't so much the Enema being embarrassing to me,but the resultant little boy "stiffy" they caused...Over time any embarrassment dissipated,simply because due to my acceptance of the process gave way to enjoyment -- guess that would make sense to some....Consequently on through adolescence I had cum to discover that an Enema did "more" than produce just a "stiffy" but relief of a different kind....What was once met with trepidation at times had evolved into pleasure & so it became.

As a preteen and teen, I felt these emotions intensely. When I found out that I was going to be given an enema, I looked forward to it, or at least the idea of it. The anticipation was sexually exciting. The reality of the enema was fraught with embarrassment, which temporarily put a damper on the experience.

When I was young, the anticipation of an upcoming enema was all consuming. It would begin when my mom would announce that if I didn't go to the bathroom soon she was going to have to use the syringe on me. Instantly I would be filled with a sense of dread, knowing what I was going to have to endure. All I could think about for the next few hours was the upcoming enema. I hated those early enemas and dreaded what was about to happen. At the same time I can remember the feeling of "butterflies" in my stomach, which I now see were from the anticipation of the impending enema. As much as I dreaded the enemas, I now realize that there was also a sense of excitement about what was going to happen to me. Apparently, at some level, I was looking forward to getting syringed. The anticipation and excitement would build as the hours went on, knowing that the time for my enema was growing closer. When she would take me into the bathroom and tell me it was time to get started I was overcome with conflicting emotions. As I sat naked on the toilet, trying one last time to go, I would watch her prepare my enema. The scent of Ivory soap and the sight of the bulb syringe with the nozzle coated with Vaseline signaled that the anticipation was over and my syringing was about to begin.

As a little kid the anticipation and embarrassment were both pretty low. Little anticipation because the time between mom announcing I was getting an enema to when I got it was only a few minutes. Embarrassment was also low because I got them with nobody else watching and it was over quickly with little fanfare. If I got an erection it was not commented on and I don't remember.

By time I was 12 it all changed. I decided I liked the feel of the water going into my ass and started giving myself enemas for fun. I got caught by mom and she stopped giving them to me. Just as well because by now with puberty even the thought of an enema gave me a hard-on. The anticipation really went up if mom announced she and dad were going out and taking little brother with them leaving me home alone. I couldn't wait until the car was out of sight so I could give myself an enema and jack off. There was no embarrassment associated with those times because I believed nobody knew what I was doing. Looking back, she probably knew or at least suspected.

As a girl I was embarrassed if mom or grandmother decided I had to do an enema. As an adult, remembering that embarrassment I had as a girl, she became a slight excitement.

The anticipation and embarrassment are a great thrill. Sometimes it seems like the anticipation is the most arousing part of the play. Being made to kneel naked while waiting and watching the enema being prepared.

I make sure I'm either alone, or. with my husband, whom I hide nothing from

I make sure I am in a private environment.

Nothing to be embarrassed about So I would not really say embarrassing, but there is an anticipation.

You have an inanimate object handing above you ready to force 3 quarts of chemical-laden warm water into your intestine against your body's defenses.

It IS going to go inside you! You need to make yourself ready emotionally and tell one part of your brain to let it in, while the other part of your brain says "No!"

So, I would not say embarrassing but very private and personal

I've loved enemas since being a teen, and somewhere in my twenties discovered that it was even more exhilarating and arousing if I took them, in reality or fantasy, as a sub being subjected to an enema from a Domme. The associated embarrassment and moaning, groaning and pleading for leniency or less water or less holding makes it even more exciting than the enema feelings by themselves. As long as the Domme and I can acknowledge our enjoyment in being Domme and sub, but go back to an equal relationship after it's over, it's a tremendously thrilling satisfying physical and emotional release.

Eric

First one? Definitely. No clue what one was. When you’re face down ass up, you’re helpless. Then sitting there like that with my rock hard erection pointing out begging to go to the bathroom.