At what age did you start enjoying enemas?

I visited my grandmother in the summer. I found her exlax in her bedroom and consumed it think it was chocolate. Don't remember much else but shortly afterward was getting enemas to clean out the overdose of laxitives. It took gram and two aunts to hold me still. Oh, to relive that moment : )

Wow a lot of young experiences here. I didn't get into it until my early 20s when I really started expanding anal play as a male. I never had a colon problem that couldn't be solved by medication when I was a kid, so a water bag and hose never dawned on me until I was grown. It's only been a few years since took my first enema and I love it for what it is to me, but I'm sure the experience and concept must be different if one grew up with it!

Probably since I was around 10-12. For sure from the age of 15. Since then I have used enemas regularly. And for each time I get an enema I enjoy it more.

Here's how it happened to me and the memory is still bitter sweet. I was just into puberty at age 12, almost 13. My mother had given me a pint of soapy enema for constipation from an open top bag using a 12-inch rectal tube and followed it up with a quart saline rinse. As I was taking the soapy enema and while I held it I felt a tingling in my groin and my breasts became very sensitive, more so than usual. When I was receiving the rinse enema it happened again but that was all, just tingles, and increased breast sensitivity but the feelings were so wonderful that I didn't want the enema to end and felt like I was missing something when it did. Another thing about that experience was that although the insertion and extraction of the colon tube during previous enemas felt good, on those two occasions the movement in and especially out of me seamed to increase the sensations in my groin. Both times the feelings surprised me and I didn't know what was going on yet didn't say anything about it to my mother. About 3 months later I was at my aunt and grandmothers home where she was giving me enemas for constipation and the tingles came back. The enemas were given in the bathroom and I had received a small soapy in the Simms position that I held for about 15 minutes, breast sensitivity and the tingles started at the first touch of the colon tube into me, she also used a 12 inch one. When my mother used a tube she only would put it in about half its length but my aunt would always slip the tube in all the way because as she said the further in the less chance of an uncomfortable enema since the rectum is not immediately being filled. As she was withdrawing the tube the sensations in my groin increased dramatically and I must have made some involuntary vocal sounds because my aunt as me if I was ok. Her question surprised me and I told her that I was experiencing a cramp and began panting rapidly and told her that it was easing.

About an hour after the soapy I was receiving a saline rinse from a 2-quart can while in the knee chest position. My aunt was seated on the toilet and the enema can was on top of the toilet tank, this time she used a 20 inch tube. As she started the tube in the tingles started again and continued as she was pushing it in, eventually all the way. As it went in she started the enema flowing and my breasts became sensitive and the tingles growing between my legs got stronger and stronger till I must have started making some responsive sounds and my aunt stopped the flow and ask me if I was ok and like before I told her that I was having a cramp and started puppy panting, but it wasn't because of any cramp, the sensations I was feeling were becoming so strong I could hardly stand them and I was in truth gasping from the sheer pleasure I was experiencing. When my aunt made up an enema she always filled the two quart can because she always said that if it's needed it's there and immediately available. Normally my limit at that time was a quart and a half but this time with the tingles building in me higher and higher I passed my normal plateau and took the entire 2 quarts. My aunt was surprised that I had done so well and complimented me about it. Then as she began to slowly pull out that long tube I had my first ever orgasm, I was totally lost in the feelings and spasms I was experiencing as wave after wave went through me, later my aunt told me that I gasp out a long moaning, keening cry and was shaking all over. Then horror of horrors, I began to loose the enema, up to that time one of the largest enemas I had ever taken, and I lost a lot of it right there on the bathroom floor, in front of my aunt. When I realized that I was loosing it, Ohhhhh, I was so mortified, humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed and broke down crying with deep wrenching sobs! My aunt, as soon as she saw what was happening attempted to help me retain the enema by squeezing my hips together, but in the KC position I was in they were spread too far apart and she couldn't exert enough pressure to over come the pressure of the enema escaping. Ohhh, it was so bad, so terrible. Finally I got myself under some measure of control and my aunt helped me up off the floor and onto the toilet where I sat sobbing as I expelled what ever remaining enema was in me. My aunt realized what had happened and told me that everything was all right and not to worry about what had happened. Now you know why I say the memory was bitter sweet.

After I finished on the toilet she helped me into the shower while she cleaned up the bathroom. When we both finished I went to her bedroom and while I put my clothes back on my aunt explained to me what had happened and told me that the feelings I had experienced were those of a normal young woman and there was nothing to be worried or ashamed about. She also apologized to me for not initially recognizing what was happening to me and thinking I was exhibiting reactions to cramping. After I dressed we went downstairs where my grandmother had made us cups of tea and over the tea my aunt explained to my grandmother what had happened and she also reassured me that what had happened was a normal occurrence and nothing to be ashamed of. When my aunt took me home my mother ask us how everything went and the events came out and my mother hugged me and assured me that everything was OK. Because of the love they gave me and how everything was explained I have never felt anything abnormal about experiencing pleasure from enemas.[/b]

When I was ten, I got a long and large bulb syringe enema that felt a lot better than any of the many that I had ever received before. After that one, I never dreaded getting an enema again.

I was never given an enema fom family, totally a selflearner. In my early puberty I came across an enema can, and had to try it out. The sensations from that first trial have ever since been firmly embedded in my mind, and since I have never been able to give up enemas as a part of my routine. Early on it was clearly sexually driven, later in life it probably still is, but more linked to the "feel-good" side of helping the body get rid of waste.

I remember taking my first enema's over my mothers lap around age 5. I received a lot of them over the years because of constipation ect. plus the fact that I had a cute bubble butt which my mother loved so any excuse for her was a good one. I started likeing them by age 9 and I bought my first eight ounce bulb with a long black nozzel which I used when my parents went out. It wasn't too long after that I was useing the family enema bag which was stored and used in the bathroom.

I was given only a few enemas as a child. The last one was at age 7 or 8 I think. I really don't remember any strong likes or dislikes for the enemas mom gave me. My first solo was when i was 8 or 9. I was hooked right then and havent stopped taking enemas since then. That was about 1954.

I have LOVED them since the very first enema given to me by both my parents when I was five (or perhaps still four).

I have started with bulb enemas around 12. In the next year or something I tried bag enemas as well which did not worked to me for years. Finally it has turned out that simple enema nozzles do not work to me (they are too short probably): once I started to use rectal tube I could receive real enemas and pleasure came...

19 didn't like them as a kid

Mom gave me my own enema bag when I was 13 or 14 but I was pretty much into them by that time and I was giving them to myself mostly after that. So .. to answer the original question .. I'd have to say I started to LOVE 'getting' enemas when I was 11 or 12. Most of those were bulb enemas.

Actually, I did not like getting an enema while growing up and remember only getting one of them during my high school years. That last enema seemed to be not so bad as I recall, but it wasn't until I was away at college that I really discovered them and would take one from my folding syringe when needed. Like one of the earlier posts, when I got my own place just shortly before getting married one of the things I was certain to buy was an enema bag. We still have it almost 30 years later and it still gives perfectly good enemas.

Hooked at infancy. hated until mid-life. enjoying now - age 70!

When I was about 7 or 8 I was on the receiving end of good bulb syringe enema from mom that induced a dry orgasm. Prior to that, I had only experienced that feeling at nite while dreaming. After that session, I looked forward to mom's enemas (which were given frequently) and would try to duplicate the dry orgasm with each one by squeezing tightly throughout the process. Somtimes successful, sometimes not.

It wasn't until I was about 12 and self-administering that I really started to love enemas. I discovered mastubation and learned quickly that rubbing my erection during an enema would produce a strong ejaculation every time. I spent many evenings in the bathtub perfecting my technique.

I had them first in hospital at age 9 and didn't like them. But I was pretty sick (polio) so not much surprising there. A couple of years later, I read about the Yogic practice of inner cleansing, and decided to try it myself with a milk bottle (glass ones, then) and a length of insulation striped off an audio cable. I took a pint; and it felt weird. I refilled it and it felt positively brilliant. My penis thought so, too. I was hooked. I had home alone time in those days and within a week I was up to two quarts - Imperial quarts - the same as 2 1/2 US quarts. I would go for a walk with my heavy belly fullof water and masturbate!

Johnny

I enjoyed getting them almost from the start at about age six. I remember being in hospital for tonsils or something and they gave me one. I think I was about eight. The way the nurse tenderly lubed the spot and inserted the thing was very nice. I loved them after that.

I was 13. I had one of those water bladders for hiking (Camelback), a friend who saw it drying in my room asked if it was an enema bag. Having zero idea of what an enema was, I turned to Google. That bag never touched my mouth again...

Was probably around 15-16 when noticed but i was even older then that by time i accepted/ acknowledged i like the feeling

mollie

It was a gradual process for me. About eight or so I decided an enema was not such a bad thing. It was a quick cure for a tummy ache. A little discomfort and maybe a little embarrassing but my tummy ache went away as soon as it was out. At ten, I stayed with my grandma for a week during summer vacation and she gave me my first enema with a bag. Not traumatic, but surprisingly exciting. The next time I was staying at her house I faked a tummy ache to get another. By twelve, I was giving myself enemas at home with the bulb. I knew some of my friends were getting enemas at home but everybody was like, "Ewww, gross. I hate them". So no way was I going to admit I liked them. I liked the way they made me feel "down there" but that was before the internet so I didn't realize what was happening. About fourteen or so I discovered masturbation and soon after found the combination to be irresistible.

My first experience at age three triggered my life-long fetish for enemas, although it was my deepest, darkest secret for decades. I'd long thought I was alone in the world for having this fetish and craving, until I chanced upon a fetish publication in the 70s and learned, with great astonishment, that it was shared by so many others.

I was 5 or 6 when a doctor prescribed a strong tea enema for an intestinal problem. Got ribbed by my dad and brothers about it (How was your tea). By 8 I was looking for time at home alone so I could give myself an enema, and have been doing them ever since. Like many others I thought I was alone in my like and desire for enemas until I found this site had never spoken of it to anyone other than my wife.

I'm nearly 60 years old now and for the first time in my life and can actually talk to others who enjoy enemas. Isn't the internet a great thing.

I think I was 6 or 7 and used my mom douch bag. When I got older I got my own enema bag form Walgreens.

I think I stared enjoying them from the 1st around 5. There was a mix of fear and excitement whenever my mom said she thought I needed an enema. The older I got the less fear and more excitement.

The very first enema at age 8 sealed the deal and my love of enemas - although it was self administration at about 15 when I physically sought after them

klyster3

My mom told me that I received my first enema only hours after being born!! She was a regular enema user as were all of the ladies in the family. The first enema I remember was as a very small child, by mom, with big sister helping, gave me an enema on a table in the bathroom. I remember my mother putting her thumb in my bottom to keep the enema in until she got me over the toilet. At the age of 5, or so, I do remember asking an aunt to give me an enema because I knew she was a nurse. She wouldn't do it so I got my mothers bag and gave it to myself. My aunt told mom what I had asked for and done and I thought I was is trouble, but as it turned out, she only asked her why she didn't help me when I asked her. Next time I wanted one, I just asked mom to give me one which she did without hesitation.

I got my first enema at age five from my neighbor, a boy that was about a year older than me. We had been playing with each other for about six months, first getting naked, then inserting various objects in each other anally. Eventually we found his parents enema bag, read the instructions and went from there. That was sixty three years ago, and I still love to be filled.

I was about 16 or 17 years old I've had enemas from my mom many times probably from the age of six years old till I was about 14 or 15 any time we went to the doctor and enema was the cure-all for everything. what made me to enjoy enemas was every afternoon I would go over to my girlfriends house waiting for her to get home from school this one afternoon I let myself into the house as I always did I had to go to the bathroom I opened the door and there was her mother giving herself a douche as soon as I opened the door and saw what was going on I walked out and closed the bathroom door she instantly called me back in and ask me to do you know what this is I told her yes and enema bag she had her enema bag hanging from the shower curtain bar it was an open top 2 qt fountain syringe with a big black douche nozzle on the end of the hose the bag was almost empty I watched her drop an ivory soap bar into the bag swirling around and began filling it with warm water I can never forget that site a big red enema bag overflowing with soapy suds coming out of the top of it she asked me if my mother ever gave me one of these enemas I told her no she told me you probably could use one she told me to drop my pants and bend over the toilet bowl. She told me her daughter called and told her she would be late from school.

I remember watching her dipping her finger the Vaseline jar at this point I was laying with my chest down against the toilet seat she told me to lift my ass up hi and spread my ass cheeks for her next thing I knew she was smearing the Vaseline finger all over my ass hole and slid a finger deep inside of me she asked me if that felt okay I remember telling her that it hurt next thing I knew she slid two more her fingers in me with one hand and the other rubbing and feeling my cock and balls I remember getting hard right away she says to me I guess it don't hurt that bad I want to make sure you're nice and lubed up for what's coming next she pulled her fingers out and and inserted the douche nozzle deep into me I could remember hearing the enema hose clamp snap I remember seeing the soapsuds from the top of the enema bag disappearing and her telling me you will never forget this as soon as I felt the hot soapy water going into me I came in less than a minute she made me take the whole 2 quarts of soapy water and that's how it began for me.

Thank you Joyce I will never forget you for this you were right

I was probaly around 10 or 11 when I first went solo and have been hooked ever since, love thine enema, thank goodness mom was a nurse and knew the value of a good enema back in the 50's

Probably around 12 when I began to self adminster with the bulb syringe when my parents left me alone in the house.