Anticipation and Embarrassment

Yes both were and still are a very powerful emotional aspect of enemas for me. I never knew when i was going to get one but most were early sat am right after i came downstairs. Sometimes mother would just announce" I think you need an enema this morning" other times she would feel my forehead first then put me over her knee to take my temp. Then it would be something like " just as i thought you are running a temp, lets get you your enemas" As soon as i heard those words my tummy would start to do flips and the apprehension would kick in. She would often tell me to go watch TV until she called me, other times she would just take me by the hand and lead me to her bath room. First thing was everything off and i would be standing totally nude and exposed in her bathroom. I can still remember the bright lights, the white tiles and the two big mirrors, one over the sink the other a big full lenght mirror in a wooden stand. I would have to stand there and watch her select which bag she was going to use, select a nozzle from the little white box she kept them in under her sink. Then it was get the water running at the right temp, watch her fill the bag, and burp the hose. It was a rather long drawn out ritual which only gave me more time to think about what was coming and intensify those feelings

My early recollections of anticipating an upcoming enema are memories of being scared that I would soon be penetrated and dreading that feeling of having my little colon filled to the max. I was not embarrassed because mom never made me uncomfortable with being naked or bending over and presenting my fanny to her. I was bathed regularly and of course that included washing my privates and it was never a big thing with me. And as I got a little older and realized the enema would be a regular event (as it was for everyone in our family) I actually looked forward to her cleansing ritual and of pleasing mom by accepting the enema without complaint.

I was however a little embarrassed to ask my newly-married wife for help with an enema to relieve my constipation issue. That didn't last too long because after noticing my "embarrassing" condition she took the situation in hand.......

The anticipation of receiving an enema can be a negative or positive. If you hate enemas, the anticipation can be quite negative as you ponder how embarrassing and unpleasant the upcoming enema will be. However, for those of us like me who enjoy a good enema, the anticipation can be quite pleasant, except for having to wait for it when you can't have it right now. More than a few times during a dull day at work, my mind drifted off to how nice it would feel to have a warm enema when I get home. Sometimes I would get so wet just thinking about it that I needed a panty liner to prevent an embarrassing spot if I was wearing slacks that day. A couple of times I faked a headache and asked the boss if I could go home early, and it worked! An hour later, laying on my bed with my belly full of warm water and my fingers or vibrator working overtime, all thoughts of a dull day at work or a headache are long gone.

As long as I'm with a trusted Domme like one of my switch Domme exes who approved of and enjoyed all of my several kinks, I love taking an enema from her as her extremely obedient but nonetheless complaining sub. That includes her giving a running narrative of how she has complete control, what she's preparing for me, how much she'll give me, how long to hold it, and anything else she wants to tell me about my being essentially her enema slave. Since she starts this before the enema and from then on through the preparation, filling and holding, she builds up enormous anticipation, embarrassment and humiliation in me hearing all about my fate before it happens, which I find enormously atousing. So yes, in addition to the actual physical feelings of the enema, her presence and dominant narration from beginning to end produces wonderful submissive feelings which are a great addition to the enema. I love giving them to myself too, but getting it from her is all that much better.

Eric

First one I had was at a doctors office, completely unexpected. Had some bowel irritation so the doctor said he’d have a look, then said to go with the nurse. She took me to a small room and said “have you ever had an enema?”, and before I answered “no” I think I already blushed and started sweating. Within a minute I was naked except for the little robe, then on my side with my legs pulled up to my chest wondering what it would feel like. The next thing I knew I felt her fingers pull my cheeks open and the rest is history. Didn’t have a lot of time to anticipate it but most definitely was embarrassed!

I find it funny that after being married for 10 years to my wonderful enema giver, I am still embarrassed and excited while watching her fill the bag for my next enema.

She makes me watch naked and she stays fully clothed while she prepares the enemas. It adds to the embarrassment for me!

The first time that my husband gave me a bulb enema while I was lying on my back with my knees to my chest. I was three months pregnant and constipated to the gills by taking Phenergan for MS. Suddenly, I felt so vulnerable and embarrassed. Rob was so calm and matter-of-fact, he helped me calm down.

Except for solo receiving, I mostly give. I remember embarrassment and anticipation as an adult receiver the first few times, but later it was only anticipation. I KNOW that the women to whom I've given enemas were often really embarrassed & some gladly anticipated them. I remember a medical fetish session years ago, in which I hadn't told the woman what I was going to do. Strangely (and I can't remember why), I had brought no enema equipment with me. When I got to the part of the exam where I always give enemas, I asked if she had ever had an enema. She said "once, a long time ago." Then I asked if SHE had a syringe or bag, & she directed me to a spot under the bathroom sink, and there it was--a 2 qt open top bag with douche nozzle attached. I looked at it, and it had a dab of brown material on it. It could have been period blood, but it was the wrong color, so I knew she was lying and embarrassed. I cleaned it up, filled the bag with warm water, and took it to where she was naked on her massage table. I had her hold the bag as she laid on her back knees up, lubed her anus and rectum, using a big glob of Vaseline, both inside & out. She was very aroused. I didn't ask if she wanted this enema, but from watching her reaction, I could see that she did. I had her get bottoms up and put her face on the table. Then I slipped the nozzle in and started the flow. Her enema went in easily, but she was very quiet, moaning a bit from time to time, obviously embarrassed at being given an enema by a man, blushing throughout, but just as obviously liking it. I followed her into the bathroom and talked to her as she emptied. After three more enemas she was expelling just light brown water. She indicated that she felt "clean, really empty & good." So there was not a lot of verbalizing, but a lot was "said."

When I get enemas, it's at my request, and i am Dom throughout. I tell the woman how to make up the enema, choose the position, tell her how to lube me up, how high to hold the bag, etc. I always explain that I like them. Often I order her to undress completely before she gives them to me. I determine the quantities, the number of enemas, and all the logistics. My favorite is a receive & give session, during which I am Dom the entire way through. I always receive first (usually 3 enemas), and then give her what I want her to have (2-4 enemas, but normally 3 or 4, or 'till clear).

I can be gentle or firm & very strict as I give. I try to know what the girl needs (not what she wants) as I fill her (always at least two quarts) until she really can't take any more. I fill her multiple times, & always watch her expel. Occasionally she wants me to play with her during her enemas, and I always oblige, or encourage her to play with herself. Women often object to being watched as they empty. I do it anyway. In the past, I've threatened to remove the girl's bathroom door, but so far I've not had to do that.

For me, it's not so much about words, but body language is often more important. Sometimes the woman's pleasure is visible, other times there are moans, tears, begging, but she "takes it all in the end" as many times as I choose. I really like to give pleasure, but I am a Dom at heart, so sometimes what turns me on the most is (pretend) resistance subdued by my firm control...subs often like to play the resistance game, and giving them their way is not what they *really* want.

Love to give, like to get...

Anticipation and embarrassment (or anticipation and fear) can be powerful.

As I've written elsewhere, I was hospitalized when I was a preteen. I fantasized about being given an enema by a nurse, a fantasy that was never realized. I wanted her to do it, but whenever I thought it might happen I became embarrassed and afraid. Talk about a powerful mixture of anticipation, embarrassment, and fear. I can only imagine how embarrassed I would have been had my fantasy come true!

I can only imagine how embarrassed I would have been had my fantasy come true!

that nurse probably would ask you to strip naked before giving you enema. that would add to embarrassment.

For the first time, I did not experience any emotions, because I did not know about the essence of the procedure. In the following days, when my aunt took me for treatment, I experienced anxiety. Then I forgot about it, playing with other children who were brought in for exactly the same treatment. Then my aunt took my hand and led me into the office. I already saw familiar surroundings. Nurses. The table is tall for my age, covered with a white sheet. On which stood some kind of medical jars and an orange pot-bellied pear with a thick white tip. Almost always there were already children who had or are undergoing the procedure, and their mothers watching her. My heart was already pounding. There could be several scenarios further, depending on the desire of the nurse.Sometimes the nurse called me to the table, took me under the armpits and laid me on the table with my stomach. Then they pulled off my pants, and then my underpants. Or pants and panties. I blushed with shame. Especially when she removed my buttock with her hand, showing others my anus. In addition to her, her aunt always looked at this one, and sometimes the mothers of other children. Other children could also see what they were doing to me, although not in as much detail.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her take a pear and felt her stick it in my anus. I often cried from itching in the pope, humiliation and shame. Other mothers comforted me as they approached, which made me even more ashamed.Sometimes it was different. The nurse told my aunt to undress me. I took off my pants and she asked about panties. Sometimes the nurse allowed me not to take them off ahead of time and I approached the table in my panties, sometimes I had to take them off and I tried to hide with my hands and quickly walked to the table. The rest of the children were mostly younger than me and did not seem to experience such emotions at that age.

At the age of 10, I was still afraid of the procedure. If it was made at home, then I usually found out about it when I saw an orange heating pad with a hose in the bathroom or it was lying on the bed. It was prepared long before the procedure itself, but I knew exactly what it was for me. I still played childish games. Then the nurse came. I usually heard her and her sister fill the heating pad. They called me and made me undress. I whimpered. I was reproached for not wanting to be treated. The fact that I was ashamed to take off my shorts was considered a whim. I was considered a small child who was not to be ashamed of.

At the hospital, I was warned in advance about the upcoming enema. They spoke loudly and all the children knew about it. I was often ridiculed for this, especially by girls. They told me how they would take off my panties and put an enema in my ass. It's even worse when they said several times that they saw them do it to me. Though I'm not sure if they made it up or actually saw it.

Anticipations and embarrassment are two different and distinct feelings. At first being informed that I was to get an enema the butterflies would soon be fluttering in my tummy. The feeling would increase as I would watch my mom make the soapy solution, pour it into the bag, and add more warm water, and finally attach the hose. Moments later the embarrassment would set in when I was told to remove my pajama bottoms or if just wearing a nightie to position myself over mom's knees and the hem of the nightie being raised to expose my bottom. It was sort of downhill from there as the lubed nozzle was inserted and the clasp undone.

The first time a nurse bared my bottom and inserted an enema tube into me, I was embarrassed. She could tell I was anxious and helped me do slow breathing to calm me down. I was 22 and lying in my own bed after two weeks in the hospital and having home care.

Later that week, when I was still having constipation issues from the pain meds, I heard the water running in the bathroom as the same nurse was filling another of those disposable hospital enema bags. For the first time, I experienced feelings of “enema anticipation,” totally unexpected and even a little scary. Yes, anticipations and embarrassment are two different and distinct feelings. Once you overcome the embarrassment, anticipation can feel really nice!