Did enemas as a Kid start your Kink?

I believe that an enema is a gift of love even if it is taken solo. At the same time, members of the opposite sex are usually the best administrators. This is mostly a judgement call and since I am a male, I prefer a woman's tender touch, soothing voice and attenion to detail.

All of this brings me to my mother, whom I praise or blame for my propensity (fetish?) for enemas. By the time I was 13 or 14 she had given me several. Also,they were always preceded by insertion of a rectal thermometer. I was told that was because the rectal insertion yielded a more accurate reading. I just found the thermometer stimulating and enjoyable. Then came the enema, which I loved to hate! It was given with care, tenderness and love.

My question is this, "are our mothers the ones primarily responsible for our proclivity? If so, thanks Mom!

Definitely NOT. I never got an enema from either parent or medical professional. All my enemas have been for the fun of it.

In my situation,I would have to answer NO.My Mom had no role with my life or my enemas.I was sent to a hospital for children at age two and spent twelve years under the strict rules of the facility.Enemas were given for surgery prep,constipation and for practice by new nurse trainees.If you got a out hand as I did when I had a temper tandrum,you would be put in a straight jacket until you calmed down.If you insisted to be unruly or make noise.You were wheeled into a seperate room for an enema punishment while in the straight jacket.The head nurse would decide the volume you would take and how many enemas given.I did not mind the enemas,but I hated Mrs Bishop who spanked me with the paddle.She was a bitch who spanked the kids for just making a little noise during the rest period.Every kid feared this nurse when she made the rounds.I admit I gave her a hard time and she punished me with spankings and when that didn't work,ordered me to be put in a straight jacket and given several enemas to shut me up.

Absolutely. No question about it in my case.

There is no doubt in my case. My Mom believed in them and the bag hung beside the toilet in the only bathroom in our house for all to see. I discovered masturbation by accident while sitting on the toilet crying as I expelled a soapy enema after a spanking and enema. I was extremely young at the time, my feet swung above the stool I used to get on the toilet. I was totally innocent at the time and it was quite a while before I discovered that you could get the same feeling without the spanking and enema. THIS changed my entire attitude towards enemas!! It also fixated me on both enemas and spankings as a connection to sexual gratification. I don't have to have them but it sure does make it more exciting!!!

I only got them as a child at the instructions of a physician when I was ill. But my mother was the giver and the few times I remember (the last was at age six) my anxieties and dread were met with loving sympathy but commitment. I know the one at age six was accompanied by an erection, although I didn't know at the time what an erection was, because I distinctly remember my mother suggesting (at the time, I assumed in response to my vigorous expressions of resistance) that I was getting a little too excited. There was an intimacy to the experience of being given an enema that has been hard to top.

I'd have to say no to that question because I got my first enema from a nurse in the hospital. but to be fair to mom she did continue giving them to me at home because the doctor thought they would be good for me. so thanks mom and thank you nurse too.

I also think that's why I have always had a fondness for nurses

Getting enemas in our family produced a strong emotional bond and by far the emotional aspects were well imprinted before the sexual connections at puberty. I have a hard time understanding why anyone in later years- post puberty- not having had enemas as a child would even develop such an interest.

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. . . I have a hard time understanding why anyone in later years- post puberty- not having had enemas as a child would even develop such an interest.

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It's quite simple. Enemas are a sick, depraved, debauched, perverse and taboo activity you impose on the dirty excretory organs of the body. IT JUST HAPPENS TO FEEL GREAT!

I converted my husband in college, when he got his first-ever enema from me.

Its quite simple. Enemas are a sick, depraved, debauched, perverse and taboo activity you impose on the dirty excretory organs of the body.

Switchable: Now you have mentioned all of the best qualities, you didn't mention the lesser one. that is, that enemas improve both physical and mental health. Thanks for your comments.

I have no real explanation for my love of enemas. I was not given any as a child. My mother did have a very red bag that I remember hanging in the bath. My interest in enemas began with a girlfriend who loved to plunge her finger in my ass as we made love and I loved it. Many many years went by and I was reading an erotic story about enemas and thought it sounded great and I would give them a try. I have become hooked and look forward to my sessions even though they are solo. I would love to share them with my wife but she has not been too keen on any form of ass play. I have tried a few scenarios like "I need one and the doctor said so" but still no enthusiasm.... yet. My next thought may be to find a woman to be an enemate on-line, but we will see. Until then I will enjoy this rather unusual, enjoyable, and sensual practice solo. love

I was a toddler when my father went to war in 1941 and he returned in 1947...in 1950 my mother died of breast cancer, Later, I cqame to recognize than my most loving and intimate contact with my dear mother occured over her lap in her upstairs bathroom. Yes definitely I was influenced by my dear mother

I just do not think that the mere fact your parents gave you enemas as a youth is the sole reason for having the kink as an adult. Enemas were common since the turn of the 20th century. My grandparents, parents used them often. I just do not believe they had the kink, although you never know. I just think having the kink and being a klismo is a combination of factors all coming together at the same time.

You might believe that one or two enemas or even a lot of them as a child resulted in you being a klismo. I, for one do not believe that

I don't think it is kinky for parents to give their children a MEDICALLY NECESSARY enema--not one that they think they need because they are cranky or had bad breath that their idiotic parents thought was from fecal overload, or they haven't had a bowel movement in some period of time that was part of their belief system. That is absolutely stupid.

As far as one enema being enough to make you a klismo, I do not believe that either. The reason I said that one enema did it for me, was because I found a fleets bottle and decided to use it on myself when I was eight years old. I never got a medically necessary enema from anyone. All my enemas were for the fun of it--even when I was eight. I was born a klismo because I figured it out all by myself.

If you like to be dominant, albeit a possibly benevolent one, your vehicle for dominance could be giving enemas. That can turn you on in the same manner that whipping turns on some dommes, cock and ball torture turns on others, or how tying up my husband turns me on or how doing surgery turns on a surgeon.

I think other factors come into play to form a person into a klismo. I hated enemas when I was small. Then, around age 12, I took a few myself. The feelings then were dormant until around age 24, lasted a few years then were dormant again for about 10 years. I had two girlfriends who enjoyed enemas on occasion and neither of them received enemas as a young person. They got into it in their 30's. My wife takes enemas now and then and had them as a child and is not a klismo. I guess there are many stories out there.

I just do not think an occasional medically necessary enema for a child would turn them into a life of kink. Although, we did not use enemas on our children, just did not need them.

In my case, it was dear old Mom. She thought an Enema would cure or prevent anything. Like so many others have reported, I was terrified of a full hanging Enema Bag until I reached Puberty. Then, I would lie like a cheap rug to get her to give me a "nice hot Enema"

I think so. She gave a wonderful warm enema, was never in a rush but made she it worked.

I have to say that I was terrified of that full hanging bag and then puberty and I loved my Moms loving, comforting, and massaging while I got filled with the bag.

I do believe that is what got me so hooked all of the emotional and the all of the feeling that was put into it that that was all I wanted every time I have a session.

would love to go back to thous days

Being the first born places one in a position of having to experience the entire thing a new mother is given as advice on how to care for and bring up her child. Most of that advice will be given of course from her mother. The well meaning instructions that I understand were given by my granny was that Mum must always make sure the child had a daily bowel movement and grew up as a boy who would give her utter control over him.

I can remember being told that I was a difficult child in not having a daily b.m. The earliest recollection I have is of being laid naked on the table with Granny holding up my legs above my head, while Mum preformed on me what she in latter years referred to as ‘being soaped’ .

As I got older this ‘being soaped’ continued and I now can recall how exactly this was done. Mum would cut from a large bar of red carbolic soap a thick finger and fill a bowel of hot water which she would then place on a stool beside her. I would then go across her lap which she had covered by a red rubber apron. It was always cold on my tummy. She would then proceed to lather the inside of my rectum using the soap and her finger. This was a thorough exercise which made the apron wet resulting in me sliding around. When all was done, the toilet was the next port of call and invariable the desired result was achieved. On the very rare occasions nothing appeared in the toilet the big red ball with a black nose was filled twice with warm soapy water and again over the apron I went. This ‘being soaped’ became a bath night event and continued up until I changed schools at eleven.

The other control Mum insisted of was that I was to be well behaved. When I displeased her she would chastise me. On occasions she would say I had been good for too long and then she would punish me for what she call a ‘reminder’. It was the back of her hair brush in the early days, but graduated to the strap and then the cane. This when on all though my teens. Returning from National Service I expected that to be the end, but Mum said that if I intended to live with her then I must accept her discipline. She asked the same question when I reached twenty one and on both occasions I had to take a dozen from her cane on an uncovered bottom to prove my acceptance. If she wanted to give me a 'reminder' today I am sure I would still please the lady I love must.

Freddie's family sounds like mine - but did he ever get the soap treatment in conjunction with the punishment? And does he approve of such practices now (or have v. mixed feelinge like me)?

I never got an enema as a child either. I had to wait until I was in my 20's to discover them all by myself!

For me, it was an aunt. But she loved me in many was and showed me in several special ones.

I don't think so. Although I have vague memories of a childhood enema, I believe I would have discovered anal eroticism on my own. I know people who received enemas as children, but have no interest in them today.

I'm convinced it's innate. I've never met my mother. I was raised by my father. We both knew from the beginning that this was not an optimal situation, especially since he was from an all-boy family, and had a long-simmering conflict wit his mother, but we both tried to make it work, and it did.

The good news is that I was allowed to self-administer enemas as soon as I moved from a training bra into one with some actual support.

My Dad had to take enemas entirely behind his parent's back, and learn about them the same way. His domineering Mom was as anti-enema as you could ever get, at least for boys, and the family was two parents and two boys.

Once my father realized I had the same love of enemas he did, he made sure I was NOT going to do them behind his back. We could openly discuss them, and I just had to tell him what I was doing.

Once while I was home over winter break from College, I even asked him why he was so tolerant about what a lot of people consider a sexual deviance. He told me about the secretiveness with which he had to use enemas, and told me that it was healthier, both physically and emotionally if I had good information from the beginning. He admitted that he did some unhealthy, and possibly unsafe things figuring everything out in his teens. He also thought he would have fewer bowel problems in later life, if he had been able to be more open with his own mom.

He did Say one thing at the end of that conversation. He said, "Honey, if two enema lovers hadn't found each other, you wouldn't exist! No sense denying who you are!"

Definately!

My mother had some weird time table for my enemas so it was always a surprise. The real problem is that a full 2 qt. bag suspended from the shower curtain rod is a bit much pressure for a little kid to take. However I would love a female to do that to me now.

My mother was definitely responsible for my emotions about enemas. Her enema ritual is one of those locked in brain map things. However, even at the earliest age, I remember the nice feeling of the nozzle sliding in. I'm certain that I would have discovered the joys of enemas at some point, even without getting them from mom as a child.

My enemas were from Mom only. I received several by the age of 6 or so. I didn't realize that they were a turn on for me until much, much later. Since becoming an adult, I have received and given several with girl friends. They always excite me!

Lou

Aside from three "nurse given" enemas given for needed "operations, I never got an enema from anyone, other than my Mother. Sexual interests came long after those days. Got my last "mother enema" at age 14. Walt

I would have to say Mom.She was the ENEMA giver in our house.I would receive an enema for not feeling good,not going to school,and of corse constipation.Which all of these excuses got me alot of enemas growing up.If you herd her in the bathroom and she called you in you new that you were going to getan enema!