At what age did you start enjoying enemas?

Nearly 8 years.

Never forget the first time my mother told me that I was going to get an enema, age 11

I was fascinated with them since seeing my red bag. I was probably around 6 or so when a neighborhood friend took her family enema out to show a group of us kids. It was still attached to cardboard on this big square display. I had never seen one. That bright red bag and white hose sent my mind racing. All I could think of was WOW! That looks so interesting. I wish we had one at home! I was always anal erotic as long as I can remember. After seeing that enema, I tried everything I could to make my own make shift enema up until I was about 16 and I finally got my first try at a real enema after confessing my interest to my boyfriend (now hubby).

A week before my 16th birthday, I got bacterial pneumonia after I spent a week camping. I had to be treated two days in the hospital and was in bed at home after that. Our family doctor at the time was a woman who was more like our grandmother. She knew all the current treatments, but she also believed in what my Mom called "old school" natural remedies. "Doctor Grams" wrote instructions to my Mom to give me an enema each day I was in bed. Mom had a fountain syringe that she used herself but rarely on me when I was growing up. Although I protested at first, Mom did what Doctor Grams asked. Mom gave me enemas each day for several days. I think it was on the third or fourth day that I told Mom that I actually looked forward to getting them.

Since I started as an adult, in my 30's, it has been fascinating to read all these stories of people starting when they were kids. However, I was certainly anal erotic from childhood, but knew nothing about enemas and only found my way into them as a way to increase cleanliness for anal play. However, I soon discovered that they held pleasures of their own, worth doing even without anal play. Just to think I could have been doing this for 20 years longer!

I first realized that the tingley feeling between my legs was directly connected to the insertion of the enema nozzle when I was about 5 or 6. No matter how hard I fought initially, as soon as the nozzle went in I became very still so I wouldn't miss any of that sensation.

At age nine my appendix ruptured and I was hospitalized for 14 days and received an enema on nine of them. Most of them were given to me by a nurse by the name of Miss Ryner who was assisted by several different aids.

The enemas were given from a can and the nozzle was a rectal tube, probably about 8 to 10 inches long which to me felt nice going in and coming out, today I call the feeling sensually stimulating. As the tube touched my opening and was being inserted for my third enema I started feeling a tingling sensation in my groin which increased as the flow started and the tube was inserted further but probably not more than half its length. Suddenly, as the tingling increased, like Stephen said, I started gasping as my whole body began quake and shudder as I experienced a dry orgasm. I remember hearing the aid ask the nurse if what was happening was what appeared to be happening and Miss Ryner replied that it was and she was surprised that someone as young as I was would experience what was going on, she said it usually happened around the age of twelve.

I had the same experience when receiving 5 of the additional 6 enemas, I also discovered that when I cramped, once it passed and the flow restarted, Miss Ryner would put the tube in me a little further telling the nurse that it would help to reduce some cramping because the enema could go higher. Once I realized that I even faked cramps because I really liked the feel of the tube going into me.

Later at home the orgasms continued when my mother was giving me enemas and she ignored what was happening. In time, I was able to hold back the orgasm till the enema was in and I was on the toilet. By holding back I discovered that the orgasm were more satisfying and still do then taking a solo enema.

Today I almost always experience an orgasm whether I taking a solo enema or my wife is giving me one, my wife Marlene and I do a scenario a couple of times a year which repeats the enemas given to me by Miss Ryner, she uses a 2-quart can but the rectal tube is an F-38, 30-inchs long which by the time the can is empty is usually all the way in, other than the extended tube length, the enemas are clinical in nature yet at some point I go over the top, usually I try to hold off until the tube is slowly being withdrawn..

Marvin

I was around 5-6 yrs old when i got my first enema. I woke up to go pee. I walked in the bathroom,opened the door, there's my dad on all 4's facing away from me and a black hose in my dads butt. Mother was setting on the tub holding a red bag. I asked, is dad OK.? Mom said yes, just giving him an enema. Why? She kinda explained i guess.

So i asked, does it hurt? No, she said. My last question was, can i have one like daddy? Mom said, she would give me one some other time, not tonight. That's when things started to happen for me.

When I turned 13 ans started getting my periods I started to enjoy enemas more, I always enjoyed them even as a kid.

I can remember an incident very clearly from when I was a young teen. I had the run of the house one afternoon and had been snooping about. I knew that my mother had kept a fountain syringe under the towels on the top shelf of the bathroom cabinet. I had toyed with it once or twice before but had never really employed it seriously. That day, I pulled it down off the shelf and stripped off my clothes. As I said, I had been snooping around the house and had gone through my mother's lingerie drawer. There, I had found a number of garter belts and in another drawer, I found several pairs of nylons. I chose a pair of dark brown stockings and a black garter belt. I put the belt on and then drew the nylons on to my legs and attached them to the garter tabs. In the bathroom, I unhooked a couple of the shower curtain hooks and filled the enema bag with hot water. I suspended the bag from the shower curtain hooks and let the hose with the nozzle trail down to the floor. I opened up a jar of cold cream and put it on the floor as well. I got one of my dad's magazines out from his closet and put it down on the bathroom floor too. This magazine was titled Corporal Punishment. I lay face down on the bathroom rug and put one hand under my crotch and used the other to flip through the book. As I scanned through pages of young women laid out across men's laps clad in nylons and garter belts, I got very hard and kneaded my erect cock while lying face down and looking at the photos. After a while, I reached out and put some cold cream on my finger and then spread it into my rectum. I then reached out for the nozzle and inserted it between my cheeks and into my ass.

I continued to knead my stiff cock imagining that I was a young girl over someone's lap being spanked. I opened up the metal clip which squeezed the tube shut and the water poured into my ass. After just a few seconds, I came explosively. My come was all over the shag rug and covered my thighs and the tops of the nylons I had on. Just then, I heard the front door open and I had to jump to my feet and run to shut and lock the door. The enema hose was still in my ass. My mother was calling out to me and I yelled that I was in the bathroom. I pulled out the nozzle, cleaned up the bag and returned it to the shelf. I had to clean the come off the nylons, get them off and get dressed. I hid the nylons and garter belt under my shirt. I had to get them back to my parents' room unseen. I still had not expelled the enema. I did so and for almost an hour, I moped around with the nylons, garter belt and spanking magazine hidden under my clothes, waiting for my chance to return them.

At the age of seventeen, and enjoys them ever since,

I'm pretty certain it was around the age of 6 or so. I remember taking the red 4 oz. bulb with the black tip and dipping it into the sink of water ......... just like Mom did when she gave an enema to me.

Of course, she was home at the time .......... and she had to know exactly what I was doing. But she never said a word.

At that time ......... being young and foolish ......... I thought I was putting one over her.

I'm guessing that she probably enjoyed them herself and didn't really care.

But I can't ever remember any indications that would make me think she was a klismo.

But who knows what happened when I was put to bed and sleeping?

My mother gave me enemas for cleaning me out when I was 3 or 4. I started giving myself solo enemas when I was 8. Filling up was just so enjoyable as expelling. In my teens masturbation while receiving an enema was lots of fun followed by inserting objects after I was completly cleaned out

Hateing and loving at the same time.Loved them because they felt so good hated because they felt so good I would get a woody. I have never been slapped as hard as when I tried to cover up my erection in front of my grandma. She was a nurse and said it was normal I had to keep hands behind my back and stand in front of her with an erection. wow the memories

To be honest I didn't have an enema until I was in my early 60's. I can't believe what I have missed out on for most of my life. Glad I found out how enjoyable they are.

I was aware the anal area had a more "special" meaning for me since I was old enough (7 or so) to be aware of sexual thoughts and sensations.

My first hospital visit for pneumonia at age 12 earned me 4 enemas over my 6 or 7 day stay. The first one was odd but I had heard of them from a boy who I'd sucked on overnight stays. He showed me his parents setup in their on-suite bathroom. He filled it up and said he heard his parents talking about it when they thought he was out of earshot about how his Mom liked it "hot enough to make tea with".

By my second one, I really looked forward to the attention she gave to me doing this, especially when she massaged my stomach when it cramped a bit. The last ones were the best, as she could see I was enjoying the experience. I had other hospital visits and sometimes talked with her. When I said I was just there for stitches, she said that was too bad as she was on late shift again and said I could use some extra work.

She got her wish as I had to go back to get checked for kidney stones and some other things after a series of bladder infections. I was checked in for overnight and had the exams scheduled with a specialist the next morning. She was true to her word and got me out of my room for a trip upstairs. She chatted amiably, not treating me like a sickly kid but more like I expected adults to treated each other. This enema was my best one to date: she and I talked about them, why some people liked them and that she took pleasure in showing someone who wasn't seriously ill. She lingered over setting the bag up at the right height for me, asked if I had a preference about the water temperature and when I said I liked it on the hot side, she said most people who were took a liking to anal stimulation enjoyed it that way too.

She said when it was medically needed, she was all business. She asked about my sex life and I told her of my first two girlfriends, my first experience with a boy (she seemed most interested in that) She assured me not to be shy about asking questions and told me that being excited by getting one was not wrong.

I forgot about them somewhat, being too self-conscious to buy myself one in college until I met Diana. As a nurse, she did them often in her early career but not often now. She and I exchanged information on how we liked them and she volunteered she liked them prior the having anal sex, and sometimes just for the sake of how pleasurable they were all by themselves. We were going to have anal sex that weekend, so she got out her things and gave me one to show me how to do it and then she had her turn. Later that in the evening, after being back for a while from a trip to dinner and walk through a park, we gave each other analingus, fingering, some toys and had anal sex.

Since then, I have always owned an enema bag and most partners knew I did it.

My wife has received a few from me and expected some repeats since I got my new bag a few months back

Didn't start enemas until I was 55 and I thought to my self how did I not know about this before . Once I found out about how much fun they are I try to do one as offen as I can . I started enemas to relive constipation and the joy of the expulsion is just to wonderful to explain . I will be contuining to do they as time permits .

Got them most of my life from Mom. Started enjoying them around 10 years old.

My best recollection was arond age 14. I was and am extraordinarily anally erotic. By fourteen I had endured rectal temps, years of large volume enemas, rectal exams at the doctor's office. I even had been paid a visit bt the "Silver Stallion" by that point.

By 14, the site of the glistening enema nozzle made my sensitive anal nerves tingle, my prostate do cartwheels, and my penis become very erect. I was always completely erect by the time my underwear came off.

Way before puberty, probably age 7 or 8. I saw pictures of the equipment in the Sears and the Montgomery Wards catalogs. I had been given an enema long before that for some reason, I only remembered it vaguely but I wanted to try try it again. I did one night when my folks left me with my Grandpa who went to bed at 8 o'clock. I told him I was going to take a bath and did, both inside and out. I was hooked, that was probably my first erection, I did not know what to do with the little hairless German soldier but I found out a short time later.

I was late to discovering what enemas were. Sure I had seen them in the pharmacy, but it wasn't until I was in my early 30s when one time I got seriously bound up. I tried everything imaginable from bran to prunes to laxatives. Nothing worked. I finally confided in my husband who went out and bought us an enema bag and gave me two of them. I was a bit scared, but once I discovered how good I felt afterwards I was an immediate convert.

I started giving my self enemas around mid 20's. I was curious at a younger age but did not have the courage to buy the equipment.

The mixed feelings about enemas tilted over to enjoyment during a bout of chicken pox, when the itching was unbearable and generally miserable. Being admonished not scratch made it worse. Only the daily enemas offered any relief. Not from the irritation, but from the well being sensations the after effects the enema produced.

I snuck enemas after that but it wasn't until age twelve or so that I began to crave them. I still didn't know why they were so pleasurable, nor did I understand why I had such rock hard erections during the process. Once I made the connection to orgasms my enemas caused spontaneous ejaculations.

I guess I started enjoying them alone when I was about 17 or 18 after my then girlfriend had me help her with one after constipation brought on by our first very successful anal sex try. I have been into them ever since.

I received a daily 2 quart enema from my parents until the age of 16 or so but they weren't arousing for me because it was more of a necessity to go to the bathroom. Around the age of 12 though I would give myself an enema whenever I was home alone and always had a full erection before the bucket was even filled up.

I was seven the experience that started it for me was enemas till clear order from the doctor prior to surgery. I think I got at least six or seven enemas that day, and I experienced my first hard on.

For me, was when I was sneaking them often... say around age 10 or 11.

Between 8 - 81/2 after mom gave me 4 bulbs and put me on the throne she gave my sister a full 2 qt bag in front of me. The fact that my sister is 51/2 yrs older than me and had boobs and a garden down there made getting an enema worth it. This became standard practice with mom also taking one.

I've been addicted to enemas since I was about 7 years old. Long story but I will post later. :-)

I think 8 or 9 years is most correct. I started very early to do it in Secret.