About 15 years ago, my current wife and I were looking to buy a weekend getaway in the mountains north of Los Angeles. Through a realtor, we rented cabins over several weekends to get familiar with the community and check what was available. In one of these rentals, there was an enema bag, still wet, draped over a grab bar in the shower. Nothing exotic, just a drug store variety collapsible red "travel" bag with the standard straight white nozzle and ribbed white hose, the come-with kind that has the worst possible tendency to kink. Clearly, the owner was not a connoisseur of equipment. Still, no surprise, I was instantly aroused, not bothered at all by the owner's utilitarian taste. On the second stint, we met the owning couple. Looking at the wife's hands, I imagined how she'd work her fingers when administering with the very apparatus I'd seen. She was 60ish, slim and attractive, friendly and bubbly. The hubby was about her age, and seemed content to stand quietly by -- pretty much a nondescript Joe Average, much like me. I wondered how the apparatus had played into their life the few weeks prior -- who gave, who got, whether it was an erotic experience for one or both -- or mundane clinical procedure for relief of bowel distress. The fact that the interior of the bag was still wet when I ran across had given an exciting immediacy to the mental images that popped up. Later, over the weeks following, I went on to dream up various playtime scenarios for them together and individually, and with them separately and in a threesome. All this mental conjuring of enema play with a couple who, had I not seen the bag hanging wet, I would not have imagined in erotic encounters at all. I have to say, this is the one and only time I've ever seen enema equipment "on the lose", away from the shelves of a drug store -- another sign that the Golden Age of Enemas ended decades ago. Unfortunately, my second wife is not at all interested in anal play of any kind, so none of this delicious daydreaming ever inspired actual play with her. Now, had it been my first wife. . .
So my answer is an emphatic Y-E-S. The very rare sight of enema equipment -- and for that matter, the very rare hearing of conversation in which the enema is mentioned as anything but a joke, taboo or procedure to scorn as obsolete -- is super-exciting to me.