Getting Bulb Enemas

I don't remember ever getting a bulb, my parents always used a large white enamel can that hung from a large hook in the bathroom.

Mom always used a white 4oz Davol bulb w/ a bat shaped white tip (they only made that style for a year or 2 in the late 50's)

She would put us face down over her lap, use her Vaseline covered finger to lubricate our anuses (so the insertion would be easy, and clenching wouldn't do any good ) and then give us one bulb full for each year old we were... so at 8 years old, the 4oz bulb would be inserted and squeezed 8 times = 1 qt for me at age 8

At age 11 we graduated to the enema bag which was always hung on the back of the bathroom door

enematically

Steve

When I got enemas with the bulb, I was never told in advance how many bulbs I would be getting. I remember that more than a few times I was going to silently count how many I was getting but I always lost track. I had three different sized bulbs used on me growing up. 2oz, 4oz and 8oz. I have several distinct recollections regarding getting bulb enemas. After feeling my buttocks spread while draped over the lap and the insertion, when that first bulb was squeezed into me, my eyes always bulged. The odd thing was that they didn't for most of the rest of my filling until the last 3-5 squeezes. My mother always talked alot while she would be filling me. Between he constant talking and the sensations, I now understand why I wasn't successful in counting how many bulbsfull that I was getting. However I do know that it never less than ten times. No matter what size the bulb was, the full content was never delivered in one squeeze. The was always solution left in the bulb when she withdrew it from my rear. That was never a problem for her because she refilled it for the next insertion and squeeze. I swear the I can still hear the bubbling sound of the bulb being refilled in the sinkful of warm soapy water that still had the bar of Ivory floating. I always had to take whatever she planned to give me and that was always a complete filling and then some. Each session meant a long time over her lap. I never had to retain them either because she gave them so slow and huge that they never failed to get the results she desired.

Mom always used a bulb on me and sisters until age 14. The first one was on my back wwith my aunt hold my legs up. I was 4 at the time. By age 6 I was place over mom's or my aunts lap.

Always had a Bulb Syringe growing up as I got older and helped myself i used the Bag.But do miss the Bulb!

I received many bulb enemas as a child. It was during one memorable session as mom was spraying the second bulbfull into me that made me a life-long klismo. She repeatedly told me to squeeze/hold real tight so I wouldn't leak, and told me what a good enema I was taking, while slowly squeezing the bulb. The combination of squeezing my little anal muscle around the syringe nozzle and the pressure from the hot soapy enema triggered a "dry" orgasm. After that, I never complained about an enema again.

If you've been following my messages, you know my hubby and I are into enemas big time ... indoor, outdoor, whereever sometimes just to be daring.

Recently my spouse bought a new nozzle, one with a flared tip. I didn't know he had purchased it, and didn't even know he was going to use it on me, but when he did the first time, and when the feeling of that huge knob entering me went through my body, I just went wild . And everytime he re-inserted, it felt even better.

I have always loved bulb enemas because of the reinsertions, usually eight or ten times when he uses the 10-ounce bulb, but now with this new nozzle ... I'm almost craving our next enema session. He knows I love it, which makes our sessions even better.

Does he love this nozzle too? The evidence is obvious.

My friend Sue got many bulb enemas as a kid and loves me to give them to her today; we normally use bags, but there is something wonderful about giving her bulbful after bulbful of warm soapy water. We recently got an unused antique Davol bulb enema syringe on Ebay; it's white with a black nozzle and it holds a lot of fluid, at least 12 oz. It has a nice flat bottom and it's usually on the nitestand ready for immediate action.

I remember the early 70's, having received more than once bulb enemas after a 2quarts camomile tea enema, where the bulb enema was used with some medicine not to be expelled; I cannot remember what the medicine was, but the smell of it was very good, unlike most most medicines that were to be absorbed orally and had an horrible smell ! sounds as a joke but what was to be swallowed mostly had a disgusting smell, when what was to be introduced in the bottom smelled like a candy...

yes, medicine that was mixed with water before filling the bulb smelled like a candy. The closest smell to my memory is now the Greek Ouzo, an aniseed flavoured drink. It definitely was not Ouzo or I would be dead !

I cannot remember exactly what it was supposed to cure, as I suffered from severe colitis at that time, and have been long after the time when this was used. On the other hand, hepatitis A (jaundice as it was named in the family) was very frequent at that time where we lived and I can remeber that I was infected a few times as a kid or teen.

Would it ring a bell to any of you ?

I recieved bulb enemas as a young child in the 50's and the bulb was always kept in the medicine cabinent in the bathroom. She stopped when I was about 5 but I saw it everyday when ever I opened the cabinent to get out my tooth brush etc. I always thought about them and how I hated them as a young child, but as I grew older I started experimenting sexually. Eventually I tried the bulb at about 13 yrs old and was instantly in love with it. I still use a bulb for a quick enema or just to reconect with my early youth.

The thing I remember the most was being stripped of my clothing and placed over my mother's lap. She had pulled her skirt up and her nylons and garter belt were exposed and I was in direct contact with her stocking tops. I think that had a tremendous effect on me. I can still remember her spreading my ass cheeks apart and lubing me up with Vaseline I think. I felt the nozzle of the bulb slide into my ass and I'm pretty sure that even as a child I must have stiffened up. There were several sessions I can recall where my aunts stood and watched as I was given enemas with the bulb. My favourite fantasies now involve bulb enemas, garter belts and nylons. I would like to be made to wear a garter belt and nylons and be pulled over a woman's knee and spanked and then given a bulb enema.

I was never given enemas growing up. Although I usually use a bag, bulb enemas are great too. I enjoy the feeling of giving the bulb a good squeeze and also seeing how many times I can refill it before I really can't hold it any longer. Good fun!

The bulb is the only enema I ever knew as a boy and still the only kind that stokes my furnace. And from the age of three there has never been a dearth of big bottomed determined women to use it on me with a regularity that I hated at first but soon got to love. I'm convinced this must be inherited cause judging from my father's obsession with mother and her girl friends taking turns with the 1935 model B.F. Goodrich he must have gotten the same treatment when he was a boy as he more than hinted many times. I grew up outside of an army base in Virginia. My dad would go out of his way to drive to this off the beaten track gas station run by this old couple whose kids had all grown up and left home. He was real good friends with old Mr. Wilson who was running a sort of mini drugstore in back of his filling station. Mrs. Wilson would always run out when she saw me and daddy drive up and Lester would leave the gas pumping to his young assistant. They would ask us to come inside and Arlys Wilson would always notice how I would turn beet red and stare at the red rubber oval bulb enema syringes in the display case. She would ask what I was looking at as if she didn't know very well and mention how I roared the last time she used one on me but how little boys need one every "now and then" by which she meant daily if she had her way. In a matter of minutes I was face down on the bed at the back of the house with my BVD's hauled down to half and a thermometer stuck up my butt. She was getting the enema ready.

The bulb enema was the essential presence in all my wet dreams from boyhood and it was always cupped in the palm of a mature woman "of generous nether charms" and operated with the utmost expertise. Nurse Wilson, mother and her some neighbor women would set the scene: the long drawn out rectal thermometer readings and many bulbfuls of Fels Naphtha laced hot water squirted up my butt.

I love the feel of getting a bulb enema. Mum switched me to the bag when I was 9, I think because she was getting tired of the number of bulbfuls she would have to give me; we didn't have an 'Adult' bulb at the time. The few that I have got my wife to give me have been with an 8 oz. bulb; and if I could ever convince her to give me more, the bulb is the way I want it. Partly because I enjoy the insertion part of the process, and partly because I believe that the colon needs a break every now and then to allow it to resort itself. I synthesize that effect when I take my enemas by shutting off the flow occasionally during the enema.

Happy Waterings,

Cos

Until I was 71/2 and the bag was introduced I would be summoned or walked by hand into whatever room was going to be used to give me an enema in. When I was little it may have been the kitchen, either on the kitchen sink or on the table, or in the bathroom, or even a few times in the living room. I remember for those times everything being laid out and ready for me. The vaseline , the rectal thermometer , a towel, potty , and either the four ounce Davol syringe o the 8 oz syringe used on me. They both were kept in blue boxes with a little baby on them. Red bulbs with black nozzles. I knew what was up as soon as I entered the room. And would also usually see the spatula or wooden spoon sitting next to everything to be used on my fanny if I wasn't a good boy. Although I fought them as much as I could , I too also enjoyed the multiple insertions. The most common position as got older I would say over 5 , was to be over the lap. And I was never given an enema with any clothes on, I was always completely nude for them. Regardless of who may have been there to help or to learn.

Bulb enemas are my favourite! I find them much more erotic and intimate than the bag.

The enema equipment in our house (seldom used) is the "bulb" variety.

As a child my mom used the bulb exclusively. I had some stomach problems for a while and mom had to give me enemas at times. She would take me to the bathroom for "one last try" and prepare the soapy water in a big bowl. I was always able to watch her get it ready and then it all went in me one bulb at a time. Even if it took several trips to the toilet, every drop of water in that bowl had to make a round trip up me.

When I was 11 I discovered my mother's douche and enema equipment in the back of the bathroom towel closet, under the towels. I knew she used them on my sisters but I don't remember ever receiving one from her. I did try her bulb douche syringe several times and found it to be to labor intensive. I preferred the hot water bottle with the enema tubing.

Never got them as a child. Tried them a couple of years ago in an attempt to reduce the time it takes me to prepare for anal play. I found that for me, the bulb took just as long as the shower shot but did not get me completely clean.

Oh yes, I remember the bulb enemas lying down over my mother's towel covered lap. No conversation just the business at hand. With nothing else to attract my attention my focus was on the sensations of the enema. I remember clearly the smell of the Ivory soap, the warmth of the water, the multiple insertions, the feel of mild fullness, the few minutes of waiting time.

I didn't like or dislike the enemas. They were just a part of life.

I was told once that I received a couple of bulb enemas when resisting potty training, but the 2 qt. enema can at nearly 5 is the remembered equipment.

The enema bulb I remember was red with a black nozzle lots of vasoine.Loved them over the knee possition.

Ours was also red with a black nozzle. Mom used it on me until I was around 9 or 10. I don't remember how many times she refilled it during an enema. I think it varied depending on how long it had been since I had a bowel movement. After that it was a red two quart bag. One thing I remember is that the bulb tip and the bag tip both had a flared end on the nozzle. I haven't seen similar ones in years.

Ours was a red bulb with a white tip. My mother used it on me until I was 10 or 12. I remeber that she a white enamel pot filled to the top with hot water and bubbling over with ivory soap. The bar was always floating in the pot. She would have the pot in the sink, sit on the toilet seat and have me climb over her knee, Once in place she would open the vaseline jar and stick her finger into it and then apply it to my rear, followed by lubing the tip after it was filled with water then she would seperate my hieny and insert the enema followed by the feeling of gushing hot water entering me, I can still hear the bubling as she refilled the bulb and gave me more I usually got 5 to7 bulb fulls. No matter how I begged it was always l or 2 more.

The syringe used on me was a white bulb with a black nozzle. The solution was always Ivory soapsuds (plenty soapy and plenty hot). I usually was forced to take at least ten syringefulls and just like the previous post, no matter how much I pleaded for my mother to stop it was always one or two more. After the required holding time, usually five minutes, and expelling, it was back on the bathroom floor for another syringing of plain water to rinse me out. I can vividly remember the overwhelming scent of Ivory soap filling the bathroom and the distinct bubbling sound of the syringe being filled and refilled. My mother never hesitated to use the syringe on me at the first sign of constipation, no matter how much I protested that I didn't want an enema, so I became quite familiar with that syringe. She was a big believer in regularity and saw to it that I was always given a "good cleaning out". She was quite skillful in using the syringe to accomplish her goal.

Some of my favorite enema memories (and the basis for many masturbation fantasies) are recollections of bulb enema sessions I was given as a child. Although I resisted her treatments at first, I soon realized that enemas would be given regularly and no amount of fussing would deter mom from giving me a "good enema" when she thought it was necessary.

It became a ritual that I actually began to look forward to and even a few times faked being constipated just to get a good working over with the bulb. I would sit naked on the toilet and watch mom prepare the hot soapy mixture (ivory of course) in the sink, all the while listening to her tell me how good I was going feel after the enema. The red 8 oz bulb with the black tip was carefully filled to the brim, and it was time to get into position. I got up, the toilet lid was placed down and covered with a towel, and I would lay over it with my fanny open to her. She sat on a small stool, rubbed a little vasoline on the tip, parted my cheeks with one hand and slid the nozzle in to the hilt with the other. With a steady squeeze the hot soapy water was slowly sprayed into me until the bulb was empty. I loved that feeling. I would remain in place while the bulb was refilled and then a second bulbful was administered. All the while mom would tell me what a good enema I was taking. For a long time the ritual was the same: 2 bulbs, expel, then two bulbs again. After expelling the second round mom would ask "doesn't that feel good to have a good enema?" Little did she know.

I would get the Bulb Syringe enema only after a suppository didn't work.I think it was around the 5 to 6 age.It may have been a 3 or 4 oz red rubber bulb syringe with black nozzle.I always protested but I think kind of liked it. Someone said they faked constipation ,I think I did to.I have over the years collected 2 one oz Bulb Syringes and one 4 oz + 3 8 oz Adult Bulb Syringes.

Never had a bulb enema as a kid--it was right to the two quart open top bag. At first it wasn't very full at all. Over time though the bag got fatter and fatter. When I protested that I never got that much, the answer was that I was growing up and for a good enema needed more. What a great time though I didn't think so then!

Note to message 47 - since then I've traded the bulb for a bag