At what age did you start enjoying enemas?

I became an enema enthusiast when I was a my late pre-teen. A friend of my mother's my "Aunt", who lived with us off and on, used to give me enemas when I was very little assisted by my mother. One day, with no one else in the house, my Aunt truly introduced me to the joys of enemas. She was recuperating from a minor surgery and asked me if I wanted to help give her an enema since it was uncomfortable for her to reach "back there". I was happy to help and it was the first time I'd seen an anus and vagina up close. After she was finished with hers she offered to give me one. And the rest is history.......!

For myself, it was about 10 or 11. The year before, mom started giving me potato starch enemas every morning for chronic diarrhea caused by too many antibiotics. I had never had such enemas before, only soapy enemas for constipation which I didn't have to retain for very long before they achieved the desired effect. These were different. After a loose bowel one morning, mom brought a white saucepan filled with an opaque white liquid that she cooled in some cold water until it was warm and then took a new white bulb enema syringe and told me to lie down on my left side on my bed with my knees bent and drawn up to myself. She proceeded to syringe the enema into myself. I got up to expel it as I had my previous enemas, but mom said that I had to hold it in. I didn't like that and even less that I would receive the same enema every morning before breakfast and would not be allowed to expel it. This continued for a number of weeks. I tried to keep my anus closed, but the Vaseline lubricated nozzle easily penetrated it and the bulb was slowly squeezed delivering the hated enema into myself. The children's nozzle was short and I could feel the warm, thick liquid flow through my anus. I felt violated and yet, the nozzle felt good as it entered and its tip touched a spot inside that felt very good and the hated enemas started go cause me to have erections, which my pijama hid from mom. After a few hours of retention I was allowed to expel, but very little came out and mom said that the enema had done what was needed. Eventually those enemas ended, but the memory of the strange pleasure the nozzle produced remained and a year later, I started giving myself enemas, first using that bulb syringe, then the fountain syringes we had and a douche syringe that I found in the closet. We had different medical books that I read to try various enema recipes. I started to enjoy receiving enemas and have ever since.

About age 9 or so I started giving to myself in the tub with the small bulb syringe mom used on me. Later I gave to myself often when I had time home alone.

Since my first was at age 30... I’d have to say 30!

When I was about 12 years. and found the enema in a cupboard

I got bulb enemas from as early as I can remember. I never hated them although as a little kid I probably disliked getting them from mom. By about 8 I realized they actually worked to relieve my tummy ache if I had to poop but couldn't. By 10 I decided I liked the feel of the warm water going into my little butt and started playing around with the bulb by myself. By 12 mom had caught me bulb in hand but did not forbid me from doing it again, so on it went. But I could not understand why everybody else claimed to hate enemas but I couldn't get enough of them.

I hated getting enemas throughout childhood and adolescence it was really in my late 20’s that I came into my own and embraced them as a health tool and fetish

My memory is pretty reliable . . . going back 60 years. I was 7 or 8 and my maternal grandmother had a "thing" about bowel movements. "Have you had a BM today?" At the same time period, I guess I was constipated and Gram had a routine she followed. First was a spoonful of Fletchers' Castoria. If that didn't work, "I guess I'll have to give you an enema."

I don't know how she knew, but soon we abandoned the Castoria, and went straight for the red bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. I loved being across my grandmother's lap as she administered the enema. I watched intently as she put the bar of Ivory Soap at the mouth of the hot water bottle. Suds came out the top of the bag.

Gram sat on the toilet seat. Lubed the nozzle with Vaseline and in it went. She released the clamp and I could hear and feel the warm soapy water filling me.

It got to be a script.

Gram: Have you had a BM today?

Me: No, Gram.

Gram: Well then. We'll wait a couple of hours and see if you've had any luck.

Me: OK, Gram.

Gram: I MIGHT have to give you an enema.

There was usually an enema on Wednesday evenings and Saturday evenings. She didn't want me going to her Baptist Sunday School without a clean colon.

I began enjoying enemas after had my mom give me one after I came home from grade school when I was constipated. After the anal stimulation and relief it gave me I was hooked. The best age I enjoyed them was at the age of 11-16. I had a few friends from the the schools I had been in and moved from. The best enemas where at the puberty age with a friend who loved to give and receive. I matured a little faster then he did so after several attempts of helping him to have an orgasm he really liked enemas. I then showed him how the warm water and moving the nozzle around while he masturbated really got him off. Age 12 then.

My first enema was at about the age of 11 and I liked it so much that I have been taking them for the last 50 years. I should note that my first enema was self administered.

I tried them when I was about 20 but they didn't stick. For some reason when I tried them again at 25 I really enjoyed them. When I first started I took multiple enemas, each one larger the last, working my way up to a 4 qt enema. Now I'm content with taking 1 qt enemas with various solutions.

I never got enemas as a child but I was fascinated by my mother's douching equipment. When visiting relatives I would check out what might be in the linen closet. Thanks to Penthouse Letters I learned about enemas at around 17 and started a life long love?

I new I liked them from the moment I knew what an enema was. I was watching “Some Like it Hot” - my dad laughed and said, “they’re mixing cocktails with an enema bag!” When he told me what an enemy bag was and what it was for, I wanted one immediately. Later I found my grandmothers bag and snuck them every chance I got.

I new I liked them from the moment I knew what an enema was. I was watching “Some Like it Hot” - my dad laughed and said, “they’re mixing cocktails with an enema bag!”

Really? I must have seen the movie more than a dozen times, but it never caught my attention. Maybe I thought it was just a hot water bottle.

About 37.

Oh, it was just a water bottle. That’s just what my dad said, which promoted the question of what an enema was

I was lucky I loved them from the start lucky for me Mom put me on twice weekly ones .Till I moved out at 21

About 4 or 5. I was born with bowel and bladder problems. I was unable to be potty trained until betwern kindergarten and first grade. Mom and dad got tired of me pooping my nightly diaper so i got an enema before bed each night. It didn't prevent me from peeing the diaper, but at least most mornings i would awaken without having pooped mtself.

I did not like them at first when very young under 8 yo.but by 10yo or around that time i started to sneak enemas whenever i could

I was about 14/15 when I started to feel conflicted about getting my enemas. It had become a love/hate relationship. While I did not like getting them, the physical and emotional sensations I had begun receiving from them had started to become "intriguing" to me. I just started to "go with the flow" more than not!

Play safe!

I was 19-20 when i started giving myself enemas on a regular basis. I have used enemas ever since

Probably around 12 or 13. Because of our mutual embarrassment over my uncontrollable erections during my enemas, Mom decided it was time for me to self administer. She continued to prepare everything for me and would leave the bathroom after the bag was hung. It was during those first self administered enemas that I experienced the intense pleasure of an enema-induced ejaculation. I was hooked. I would masturbate rather frequently like most boys, but knew combining it with the enema really took it up a few notches.

The enjoyment started about age 13 with fleets which helped my chronic constipation as well, but zity and walmart led me to my first rubber bag at 18. Two years with the enema bag and never turning back.

I remember getting an enema in our bathroom with my 2 year older Sister when I was 5 or 6. She didn't much like it when Mom gave her the enema, but for some reason, I enjoyed it. I remember getting the rectal thermometer even earlier and enjoyed that too. Although I didn't know why back then.

I don't really remember... My aunt always babysat us all and she was not really a good person. It never bothered me too much. I guess they are all just a part of life everyday now.

I would say it was about 10, although I was finding them pleasurable around 8. When I was 10, my older sister Lisa and I started giving them to each other when our mother was at work. I loved the enemas that she gave me, and loved giving them to her, as well.

I can recall three distinct ' stages ' in my enema journey . When but a child there was what I would call a ' light resistance stage ' which was mainly verbal as to my mom I would say .......... ' I don't want this .... !!! ' but because it was mom I was taught from an early age to obey and accepted the fact that mom always had my best interest at heart and was in fact doing what she thought best for me . Then ...... from about age 4 - 8 as I remember .... my next stage for receiving my mother administered enemas was one of ' indifference ' where my thoughts were those of ......... ' O.K. .... I'll lie here with no resistance verbal or otherwise but just get this ' thing ' over with ' .......

and my third state just somehow ' clicked ' at about age ' 9 - today ' as in ....... this activity simply began to ' feels good ' ....... the gentle and slow insertion followed by the initial stages of ' warmth and easy flow ' of the enema solution into my young colon in addition to my mother's gentle encouragement from the announcement of the event throughout the whole of the enema experience . I can't explain just how my first ' rays of enema enjoyment ' dawned but I do know something happened as per above and the stimulating eroticism I began to enjoy at an early age derived from those childhood enema experiences with my mom were the catalyst for a lifetime of personal pleasure which from time past till today I so am a confirmed ' klismo ' ...

I started around 8 or 9 on my own. Got the bulb a few times before that...that’s what perked my interest. I remember wondering why it felt good when my mom squirted the soapy solution in my butt. Watched her get the bag out and give some to my dad and brother when they had some health issues when I was 11-13 yr range. They were our one night. That’s when I snuck the bag out for the first time and took my first bag full. Still to this day I remember watching that bag go down and wondering how it all fit in me. I’ve been hooked ever since. I did try to get away from doing them. Thought I there was something wrong as to why I enjoyed them. Luckily I found this site and realized I wasn’t the only one

I started getting enemas from my mom about age 5 and fussed a lot. But by 9 or 10 I began to not mind them so much, perhaps because I was becoming more aware of the entire scene, less attention to the occasional cramps, for example, and more to the situation of feeling slightly awkward being naked in front of my mother, and the sensations I was noticing as I submitted to the nozzle. By 12, I was sneaking them on my own whenever I had the house to myself, and by 13 or 14 they were an integral part of my masturbation routine. My mother stopped giving them to me around 12 because, she said, I was "growing up" and didn't need them any more. I've been a life-long devotee ever since.

I was a trained giver by age 10. Upon request, i was supposed to give it. By 12 i became a real student with interest and experimented to understand the comforting part of the equation. In High school, a neighbor got sick and i was sent to help. That resulted in 2 enemas that refreshed and restored 30+ year olds. From that younger people got to talking and wanted to learn health techniques. From that we pretended to be learning, and did learn, but it was a convenient and safe ruse to play with one another without social interference. Great times, with lasting regular long distance contact and now FB networking. We know who we are and like it.