Enemas In Public 'Places'

Have to agree with Mashie there. I don't think I'd dare a really public place, but being played with outside would be a hoot! Taking, holding and expelling - repeatedly.

Also, being given and expelling enemas in front of more than one person sounds exciting, but I'm not sure I could work up the balls to submit to it...

-r

I prepared a small bag one time took it in the back of my van in the parking lot of walmart then diapered up and walked around walmart i think i left a little earlier than i wanted to tho leaking isn't good for public walking

Have never tried it in a public place, but would consider it. I would much prefer to have a partner to do it with if I was going to do it though. So far, all my enemas have been solo.

I am still too modest to try in public.

Not entirely public, but I have done several enemas in toilet stalls of public restrooms in hotels, truck stops, and a

casino. Often I seek out these places when traveling with my wife because she does not appreciate my love of enemas or my need of them to keep regular when traveling. That way I can have a needed enema without her knowledge.

My main fear was being discovered while filling the bag at the sink. I did have to hide the equipment quickly a couple times. Once, a young maintenance worker came by when I was preparing for an enema in the dressing room of a hotel swimming pool. He had to have seen my enema bag but he said "Hi" and continued about his business as if nothing unusual was happening. Perhaps we enema lovers are just a little more defensive and more easily embarrassed than we need to be. In fact, if someone were to challenge my enema activity in a public restroom, I would simply point out to them that I am using the facility for its intended purpose and I just needed some help to accomplish a good bowel movement.

In another vein, I did once have the experience of a lifetime when I had the opportunity to participate in a D & S party where I was able to visit with the other guests. I received two enemas that evening in front of several others. I also was able to watch others engage in their fetishes. The lesson was that we are all normal people and it is perfectly normal to have fetishes.

I had one at work, but very secret. I inserted a nozzle of a ready-to-use-enema (practo-clyss, today freka-clyss - its like fleet). It has a flexible hose...

Suddenly a (pretty young) woman entered, I just had to press my legs...very embarassing.

I did once do a fleet enema outdoors, i connected a colon tube onto the nozzle on the bottle, pushed the tube into me as far as i could, then put on a disposable diaper and the rest of my clothes.

The fleets bottle ended up just above the diaper where i could just reach under my jeans belt to squeeze it, it was relatively simple to do, i took the dog for a walk around the little town where i live, but i didnt quite get the timing right, and i didnt fill the diaper till id more or less got back home, should have squeezed it just after leaving home, next time i will be wiser.

Did work of course, as fleets are known to do, so will be doing it again someday, but i too would prefer a walking companion who is in the know, or maybe to squeeze the bottle ?

My wife loves to give me an enema in the parking garage of a shopping mall. I wear sweat pants and a T-shirt. She holds the enema bag up while I pull down my pants and she fills me with 3 quarts of beer and water or wine and water. On a few occasions someone comes by, but I'm bent over and never look. Sindi says they just look away and she just holds the bag higher. Afterward I must walk through the mall with her while holding the enema.

I live not far, but cannot get this forum to allow me to post messages. Jason

It takes discipline, but it is possible to just let the phone ring until the person calling gives up.

(And then there is the punishment if the discipline isn't followed 😈 )

Not only can cell phones BE turned off, text messages will just accumulate, and you can answer at an appropriate time

If you live in a rural area your friends are used to it anyway, because there are so many holes in the cell coverage.

Another thing that DOES have an OFF switch. The TELEVISION!!

Yes! It's true!!

Actually somewhere (no idea where now) I'd found an image of a vintage T model style hot rod & there hanging from its rear view mirror was a real red rubber douche bag fully kitted out...its twin seating arrangement comprised of white vitreous thrones replete with hinged timber pan covers !!....Reckon that deserves the award for Public Enema No 1

True story...Wonder what class it ran??..Top Eliminator...Modified Gas or Blown Bucket...What a sense of humour the owner displayed

I have GIVEN an enema in a public place, but the only people there were my husband standing guard, the person I gave the enema to, and myself. That was about ten years ago.

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I frequently give myself "shower shot" enemas in the unisex steam room of our gym. Let me set the scene: the place is dimly lit, and completely steamed over. Visibility is limited to about three feet - no more. In one corner there is a shower hose which people can use to either wash themselves down with, or wash down the seating area (nobody wants to sit in somebody else's sweat puddle). Needless to say, no nudity allowed (unisex, you know) - we're not THAT progressive yet in my part of the woods.

The place is mostly empty when I make use of it, but even if there are other occupants present, I would do as all the others by getting up at some point to cool myself down with the shower hose - and then it would inevitably stray to my waiting asshole for a quick filling. The hose has no shower end fitting - just the blunt pipe end - so it's very easy to simply press the hose end strategically up against the right place and have the water stream shoot right through my gym shorts into me. No unhygienic skin contact, the water noise does not sound suspicious and nobody in the steam room is any the wiser - God, I certainly hope not! 😁 😁

Anyhow, afterwards I retain until thoroughly uncomfortable and then casually leave to expel in one of the toilet cubicles. Naughty and thrilling. I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one up to these kinda tricks in our steam room.

flburst58 said

I frequently give myself "shower shot" enemas in the unisex steam room of our gym. Let me set the scene: the place is dimly lit, and completely steamed over. Visibility is limited to about three feet - no more. In one corner there is a shower hose which people can use to either wash themselves down with, or wash down the seating area (nobody wants to sit in somebody else's sweat puddle). Needless to say, no nudity allowed (unisex, you know) - we're not THAT progressive yet in my part of the woods.

The place is mostly empty when I make use of it, but even if there are other occupants present, I would do as all the others by getting up at some point to cool myself down with the shower hose - and then it would inevitably stray to my waiting asshole for a quick filling. The hose has no shower end fitting - just the blunt pipe end - so it's very easy to simply press the hose end strategically up against the right place and have the water stream shoot right through my gym shorts into me. No unhygienic skin contact, the water noise does not sound suspicious and nobody in the steam room is any the wiser - God, I certainly hope not! 😁 😁

Anyhow, afterwards I retain until thoroughly uncomfortable and then casually leave to expel in one of the toilet cubicles. Naughty and thrilling. I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one up to these kinda tricks in our steam room.

What about the sound of all the splashing enema water in the toilet? and what about the smell?

OP asks "would you do it"..of course - and i'm not being flippant !!

Okay ! okay ! more admissions of lecherous leanings...We'd booked into this caravan park down the south coast overlooking the pacific coast one dingy fog clouded night around 12 years ago (2004)...The park owner hadn't a caravan at their disposal, but they had pitched canvas tents fairly close to their amenities block....how convenient !!

Being already tired from driving many 100's of K's that day & having sufficient bed linen + an air mattress a tent would do...And so it was, a brisk night under the stars...Stirring on daybreak to a misty dawn's welcome out, Susan (name change to protect the guilty) was not feeling all that chipper...Oh ! & what could be the problem ?.....mmmm !...someone was travel bound & no immediate help at hand

After all I did have her best interests at heart...miraculously at this morning's news I became suddenly more interested...even through sleep deprived drowsy eyes....her tale (read tail ) of woe became apparent....Sure enough & with slight of hand confirmed indeed her lower abdomen felt sensitive....her bowels called for assistance....& to her chagrin the answer resided close at hand...Enema to the rescue !

I had just the solution...tucked up under the seat of the car...why how thoughtful !!...as I perused the look in her eyes as she lazily yawned....her fuschia pink shortie cotton nightie rode up her smooth flawless athletic thighs revealing cute bumcheeks, framed by white cottontail panties thereunder...a hint of wispy dark pussy hair protruded either side of her gusseted snow white undies...flexed at knee, leg casually drifted aside....Susan's arched mound undulated as her hips strained against fabric...heralding her crease

I think she knew what was coming without saying...but didn't react negatively & so I headed for the car nearby...choices ...choices...as I rummaged quietly around....there underseat wrapped in a towel was a white enamelware 2 quart enema / douche can with respective black bakelite fittings as well as one of my plunger type clear polyethylene syringes & short snub nosed rubber tubes...Yeeeeeees I thought !...perfect....shouldn't attract attention as I hurriedly grabbed the syringe, lube, soap & a clip top Tupperware bowl & headed for the ablution block to mix up a nice & very warm healthy brew

Returning in due course, one hand fumbling peeling back the tent flap lay Susan....met one of my favourite sights of female form...semi-naked bum & soon the ENEMA....yeah, i'll be honest & say I was hankering to get her panties down, have a good comforting feel & slide the tube up her sweet fleshy bum...but not before I had a chance to pleasure her dark rosey puckered opening...have to do these things properly !!

The parks residents had barely stirred which was a good sign...no rush...though Susan would be soon enough & so putting the goods to one side momentarily while glancing at Susan while thinking to myself her gorgeous creamy arse was going to be savoured...my plan would see to that...Consequently Susan glanced forlornly over her lightly attired shoulder approvingly while shuffling down the bedding covering with her feet....me gazing appreciatively upon her limbs as she did so.

Her slender right hand rested upon her curvaceous upturned hips, sexy pink bumcheeks now barely hidden as her fingers awkwardly began fumbling at her nightie hemline...soft white cotton panties drawn taught amplified her generous sized full dark haired lips...leaning over....Susan obliged, raising her bottom....hand clasping her elastic waistband i eased her panties part way down coming to rest mid thigh as she adjusted drawing her svelte legs up...her bum crack partially open....vulva pursed lightly moistened....mmmm! a womans awakening subtle aroma

The time had come...& if i were not careful i would too...a sticky wet patch evidenced on my slacks...Spread hand massaging apart Susan's upper cheek bought her dark finely wispy haired anal orifice to view....Stooping down & with lubricant slickened fingertips circled teasingly....aaaaaaaah....ooooooooooh.....her cute maroon anus reacted....pinched....halting breath she gasped...tensing in the moment

Calming her....reassuring her....forefinger flexed extended penetrating into Susan's slippery wet arse...her spasmodic clenching rectal spasms of internal tissue warmth enveloping my finger....her soft warm backside pushed back against the invasion...unfurling my now free fingers danced lightly upon her partly separated moist tinged labia....tracing tickling brushed lines upon their ridges...Retracting her upper leg higher...facial expressions obscured by her long dark locks....back arched inward panting....forefinger crooked over turning evenly spreading silky lube.

Readied,holding Susan's glistening wet quivering cheek open...anus silky slick...labia mildly engorged....eased the snub short red tube into her as she exhaled...encouraging her to bear down rectally....barely inside it went, plunging the first of several barrel enema syringe streams of warm soap enriched solution....eyesight transfixed at where tube met her gripping anal opening....each prolonged tubal extraction pumped back n forth at every removal....simulating finger f*cking

Task complete, Susan drew the covers up only leaving her rosy goose pimpled bottom exposed....awaiting the call of nature...to which I held folded towelling should she have difficulty with the onset belly aches that were just beginning....each one soothed over by hand as her tummy revolted & grumbled....until waiting was not an option....Helping her partially stand gingerly....nightie kinked up in disarray.... small damp spots left from where Susan had alighted......Susan stooped as she opened the tent flap to exit...between her forward bent torso, distended belly, naked bum crack jutting & sticky wet parted legs....and the outline of her lovely swollen pussy slit...my cock throbbed aching for release...handing her a wrap around towel & dunny paper Susan scurried off to the ablution block nearby...yum & I had some fluids to express.

That arse deserved a further pumping.....Susan btw was a multi orgasmic woman that had a hair trigger so to speak....she knew what i & she liked & accommodated accordingly

What happened after that ??...well I reckon it should be another story for another time.

An Enema at the crack of dawn

That Australian, again, it's a good good good thing I am, first of all, a very faithful woman, and secondly that you are literally half way around the Earth from me. Your post is hot! Thank you very much for it. You are so expressive in all of your posts, and you use proper sentence structure, punctuation appropriately, and no text talk which drives most of us super duper crazy. So again, thank you for all of those things, for how much and how often you post, and most importantly, for you. You are such a good boy TA, such a good boy.

Mashie

^^^ Lucky (for her) i didn't have my shiny spec's & rigid tube (silver stallion) scope at hand...now that would've been a grand opening...lol

Yes TA, I agree, that would have been fantastic!

Mashie

What about the sound of all the splashing enema water in the toilet? and what about the smell?

No problem at my gym. The toilet cubicles are all floor-to-ceiling solid walls with a door to match. And the gym ventilation system provides an extractor duct for all cubicles individually - no lingering smells. To top it off, the loud music which plays non-stop throughout the gym and change rooms provides extra camouflage for any splashing.

There are even a few toilet cubicles equipped with a hand basin. I need not point out all the possibilities there.... 😁

I've never done an enema in a public place. I like privacy. But maybe I wanted to try in future. For start, I wanted to try an enema outside the home, such as a garden.

I have seen many fleet enemas in public restrooms. my first job was busing tables at a restaurant one of my duties was cleaning the restrooms. I found a used fleet lying in a stall in the women's room.... I have seen empty fleets in a city park that had a reputation for drug users

Really explain that in an open court

A number of years ago while traveling constantly I got a membership to the AA Club. I was traveling from Chicago, Dallas and LA which all had Clubs with private showers. They were nice private spacious rooms with a commode, a walk in shower and a sink. I became fond of stopping in these clubs on the way home and taking advantage of them to change clothes and take an enema.

I also had a female emate who was rather adventuresome and one night she had me dress in only my sweats and a pair of tennis shows and then she took me out in her car to a subdivision that we had been developing together. I wasn’t sure what her plan was when she told me to get in to my sweats but I suspected something interesting. When we arrived at the desolate subdivision (no lots had been sold yet) she pulled up in a cul-de-sac and told me to get out of the car. She then opened the truck and removed a 2 quart red enema bag wrapped in a hotel towel and then told me to bend over the truck of the car. She then proceeded to insert a double balloon nozzle and administer a 2 quart, still very warm, Peppermint Castile Soap enema. She then told to me to take the bag and pull up my sweat pants. With the double balloon nozzle still in place she then had me get back in the car and instead of driving me back to the hotel where we had been staying together, she proceeded to drive around town for about 45 minutes, finally, stopping at a Sonic for desert while cars came and went. I had the bag concealed under the top of my sweats when the young car hop on skates came and delivered ur order. My friend made a point of chatting the car hop up while I sat there enduring the cramps from the cooling enema with only one thin layer of fabric hiding my embarrassing secret. She then finally took me back to the hotel where I was allowed to expel the enema. When I was finished expelling, she gave me a second hot PCS Enema and then a final rinse. During the rinse she mounted my erection as I filled and we shared the ecstasy of the moment.

Memories to be treasured.

I've reported this before, but here goes again. I did a two qt enema on a NW Airline DC-10, at 35,000 ft half way between Seattle and Boston. . The stew kept knocking on the door to make sure I was okay. --I certainly was okay.

the boxcar

I did a couple on the balcony of my apartment. It was pretty concealed, up about 8 floors. None could see in from the side, and there was a four lane highway in front of the building. I went out the slider on all fours, hose in teeth and bag in hand to a towel I had already placed on the cement floor. Shoved the nozzle up my asshole and let about a 3 qt. go watching the traffic go by. Then, really full, I crawled back into my apartment, stood up, and headed quickly for the toilet, I had already jerked off on the balcony laying on the towel with a huge hardon and came loads. Fun times.

In a restroom stall at the Houston Astrodome back in the late 1960s. It was small, a plastic bottle comparable to a Fleet today0 Filled from the water in the bowl. I was young and didn't know any better.

A few years back on a secluded beach in southern Mexico. Wrote about it in the vacation enemas post. The good old days when I didn't know any better.

I have trouble getting my head around WHY someone would do that! I prefer my enemas in a more private setting.

It was during the week when a lot of people were at work. I took a "sick" day and headed to a hiking trail in a state park about ten miles out of town. In the trunk of my car, I had a backpack with 2 two quart enema bags and two gallons of water. I parked in the parking area at the hiking trail, grabbed the backpack and the gallons of water, and headed up the trail. Once I was out of sight of the parking area, I stripped down to just socks and sneakers and followed the trail about a mile up the side of the mountain. I found an area off to the side with a lot of brush so that I was a little secluded, but I could still see the trail (and could probably be seen if anyone passed on the trail). There was a tree with a broken branch at just the right height, so I poured the first gallon of water into the two bags, took both bags, and released it on the other side of the tree. I then refilled the bags with the second gallon, took it, and then stood in the middle of the trail and jerked off. I released the second enema in the bushes, packed everything up, and hiked back to my car. I drove home naked and slipped my shorts back on when I was in my driveway. Typing this makes me want to do it again!!

About ten years ago, I had a job delivering newspapers. Since the newspaper wasn't ready until midnight, it was usually around one to two in the morning when I was out. There was this one house that I delivered to that was the only house in a new subdivision, so one night I stopped at Walmart on my way to deliver the newspapers, and I bought four gallons of water. After delivering the paper to that house, I drove to the end of one of the cul de sacs, killed the lights, and stripped. In the trunk was my 2 two quart enema bags and next to my car was a power pole with the metal grips on the side for the power guy to climb up. I filled both bags with one of the gallon jugs, hung the bags from the bottom grip (which was just above my head, and took all four quarts. I went over to a drainage grate a few feet away, squatted down, and released. I then proceeded to do the same with the next three gallons--except for the last one. I released that one in the middle of the cul de sac since it was only water coming out at that point. I threw everything into the back of the trunk and proceeded to deliver the rest of my newspapers naked.