At what age did you start enjoying enemas?

I received my first enema when I was three years old. They were administered by my mother, an RN, using an enameled, white enema can with bright red tubing and a colon tube. At first I hated them, but after about the third session I began to look forward to them. When I was six, the enemas were suddenly discontinued. I missed them so much, that one year later I began self administration. I've been taking enemas ever since. For the past year and nine month I have been going with a lady who loves enemas too.

I remember getting my first enema when I was about 8. It was very pleasurable. After that, I started to do them to myself.

My first enema at 3 1/5 was carefully explained and I was looking forward receiving it. When we arrived to the bathroom I saw the white Jones can with the red hose and black nozzel. After the procedure I was very comfortable with enemas. I think that my folks thought I would need enemas and wanted me not to fear them. The need never developed and I didn't get another for some time. When the need for an enema came it was not as nice as the first but I did not complain and never did. The part I liked the best was when I was leaning over the toilet Mom with her thumb and forefinger spread my fat little cheeks and slipped the nozzel into my anus and started the water. I got a few enemas a year and they stopped when I was about 13. I never needed an enema but I was sneaking them, when I was home alone. I, like many of you, thought I was the only one in the world who enjoyed enemas. I feal bad that I never talked to Mom to thank her for my special introduction.

As I posted in another thread (Habits: Sneaking Enemas as a Kid) I was about 12 when I began to associate enemas with pleasurable feelings. While it was a life changing experience, it wasn't one that I regularly had an opportunity to enjoy until later in my teens. By then, the bulging bag and nozzle glistening with Vaseline became totally associated with pleasure! I would indulge myself for hours when home alone (a practice I still enjoy today) with a series of enemas, each one reaching a new and higher level of excitement...until going "over the top"!

Hmmm...thinking about these wonderful enemas of the past has only whetted my appetite for several. After the house empties out later this morning, I feel a date with my Klystra bag and colon tube coming on!

Have fun and play safe!

Debbi

I received them in the hospital ward, i the 1950's for a year at age 4-5.

Laying on my back, paralyzed, unable to move, necessary for survival.

A soft voice would say it is time for your enema as the white can and long red rubber hose were plopped at my feet. I could see te blob of lube on the red hose tip hole

It was odd at first, feeling that slippery wet thing sliding inside till it bumped and moved out a little.

The voice had a smile and little white hat. A smile looked down as warm water stretched me inside and leaked out a little. I was too weak to say much but could smell things. Greasy tubes, vasaline, enema water, my gas, and the nurse' hair scent.

The nurse raised the can a little, just a little more and we are done. The warm tube slides out with a tiny wet warm squirt on my tiny pink rim. The voice smiles and covers me with a towel. It was a lot of water and the voice thanked me for taking it all, saying just relax and hold it until it wants out. She leaves. Then the squirting, and a smell, an odd thing at age 4, many large enemas, over and over again until some how it seemed normal.

NOW YEARS LATER: i still need help

So now when i have help, I remember that first feeling. Different people help me when a nurse can be found. I like a high enema with a french 32 rubber tube sometimes. If the nurse is delicate, the whole tube can be lubed and slowly twisted in with the fillup.then there is the bulb barium tip. We never had that as a child but the bulb tip stays in better for a whole gallon with tummy rub. Relax and the warm water really rushes out into my firm tight but relaxed older buns. i still like that feeling and it seems normal to me, even now, 60 years later. Try a colonic if it is your first time. The tips are pretty big, no smell, no mess and the heat and pressure are REALLY INTERESTING.

I think a lot of us would envy Bruce E, below, for getting a good explanation from parents before that first enema, making the enema can not be feared. It was a few years before I even had even bittersweet feelings about the treatment and mostly positive ones after reaching adulthood.

I started giving myself enemas when I was about 10, which was about the same time as I learned about masturbation. I don't know which came first, so it's sort of like the chicken and the egg for me (pun intended).

I was probably 10 to 11 years old when I began to enjoy enemas. I still do to this day......

Professor

Mother was an old-time nurse, one of 1st memories, was on my stomach, turned my head, she said: "I thought you liked them?" Was either inserting the nozzle or giving me one. Sis and I got: "How Many?" Was afraid of them, until got last one at age 12, still can feel the pipe being inserted. Am I still connected to the Bag? One time mother said "Aren't you going to Thank Me for giving you an enema?" I said nothing.

Started liking enemas after my first one at the age of 6.

I guess there was always that mixture of pleasure and pain. First became obvious I think, at about 9.

Same here, about 9. It started that summer after I had a inguinal hernia repair. Four to five weeks after surgery, I was chronically constipated. I lived with an aunt who was very attentive to my condition. I had a daily enema for two weeks.

I think at about 17, which is the time I started giving them to myself. It's much easier for me to enjoy them by myself.

If I remember right I started enjoying enemas since I got my first orgasm from them.

I must have been fourteen years old or so

I was I think about 10 or 12 and I started to "love" anything up my ass. MMMMMM I even used tapon in my ass and walk around wth the tapon in me and the string handing out of my butt/

My first enema was when i turned 6. i told my parents that i needed an enema. i have been hooked ever since.love the feeling.

The first one I've had was when I was 16 an I did it by myself and just instantly fell in love with it.

I was approx. 13 when I first stared giving them to myself.

I didn't mind receiving them as a child, but I really began to ENJOY them about the time I went into puberty.....early teens, or thereabouts. Solo of course, by that time.

I was turned on at age 7-8, but difn't have the nerve to do it alone til age 9. Used Grandma bag and got my first wet orgasm. That did it!

Around age 8 or 9... I did get caught sneaking one at that point in my life.

Somewhere in my early teens, probably around 14 - 15. At first it was just a new realization that things could actually go *up* into my anus which excited me, and I played with inserting small objects that could reach my prostate from the inside. I had never heard of enemas, until one day I read an article in the paper about colonic irrigation. The thought of injecting water inside me was both scary and arousing. I used a short rubber hose connected to the faucet. At first I would just fill the rectum and expel that. Then I got braver and actually let the water continue to flow up the colon, which was an odd, yet interesting sensation. I liked it of course, and built myself equipment from household items to comfortably give myself enemas. I craved the sensation of fullness, and loved the intense orgasms I got from an enema, quite different from regular masturbation.

I have never really thought about when my enema fetish started, it has always been a part of myself or personality or make up. I really didn't even have many enemas as a child. Maybe I was just born with the fetish built in.

35 yo

12 years old

I can't remember a time I wasn't really into enemas. I do remember that by the time I was 5 (we'd just moved into a new house) I was sneaking use of the bulb as well as inserting other objects up my butt for pleasure (small candles, eraser ends of pencils, fingers, sometimes lubed with soap - liked the burn).

About 12. Before that, I was frightened by them.

For me i found out about them maybe 10 years ago even tho i didnt know what they truly were I just started messing around with makeshifts "enema" bags and one day i stumbled across them on the internet and now I dont look back as it also got me into medical fetish too 😃

I remember getting enemas from Mom when I was 5 or 6 for fever and occassionally for tummy aches. I would often fake not going to the bathroom up through 2nd grade just to get Mom or Mam Maw, Mom's mother, to give me one. Those enemas were always small and from a little red bulb. Then, Mom changed doctors. Enemas stopped and anytime I had a tummy ache out came the castoria or epsom salt solution. I hated both with a passion. Then one day Mom called me into the house while I was in our backyard playing with my neighbor girl named Dattie. Mom said, "Mike, it's time for your medicine." I told Dattie that I would be right back out to wait and she did. After I had been given my castoria, I returned to the backyard and began playing with Dattie again. Then, Dattie asked what medicine did my Mom give me. I told her and she stuck out her tongue and said "yuk, my Mom used to give me that too! Then she switched to giving me bulb enemas, but yesterday she gave me an adult enema with a red bag. I didn't like the bulb ones, but that bag enema was something else! You need to get your Mom to give you one!" I was convinced and later that afternoon, when both Mom and Mam Maw were sitting at the table, I asked them for one. They looked at each other and smiled, but said nothing. I know I must have asked 2 dozen times in the following two weeks, but Mom and Mam Maw didn't budge. Mom finally came out and said, "Mike, I know I used to give you enemas when your tummy ached, but our new doctor told me to stop doing that because he said those things are not good for you." I was puzzled to say the least. I frowned up and pleaded with a deep heartfelt "please!" Mom just shook her head and said "you need to stop this talk Mike, I am going to follow Dr. Allison's orders." I was deeply depressed because Dattie continued to tell me how much she enjoyed her enemas from her Mom. A couple of weeks later, I again went to Mom and Mam Maw and again pleaded to be given an adult enema. Finally, Mom asked "where on earth have you heard of such a thing?" i told her and told her that Dattie has been getting them from her Mother for a couple of months now and that she really likes taking them. Mom looked over at her Mom, raised her left hand next to her ear and kinda turned it like she was about to clean out her ear or something. Then both of them began to laugh.. I instead teared up and went to my room. About a month later, I wrote Mom a letter explaining to her just how bad I desired for her to give me that adult enema. I pleaded, begged, and promised her all kinds of extra work around the house, etc if she would only accomodate my wishes. She never said anything to me about that letter. I waited for about a week. Finally, I decided that I would start doing those extra jobs I promised in hopes that those activities would soften up her hardened heart. About a month into those extra jobs, right before I was about to give up, Mom surprised me. It was a Saturday morning and only she and I were in the house. I slept late on Saturdays and this day was no exception. I was snoozing and it was 9 a.m. or thereabouts. Mom having prepared my long awaited adult enema with her rexall victoria combination bottle came into my room and over to my bed and whispered into my ear, "Milke, honey, wakeee up, Mom has prepared a surprise for you." I thought I was dreaming. I knew I was dreaming. Finally I felt a tug on my shoulder and sure enough Mom was standing right there next to me with her hand held out. I gave her my right hand and she helped me out of my bed and led me to the bathroom that was between my room and Mam Maw's bedroom. Upon entering, I saw the full enema bag hanging on the wall next to the commode. I got tingles all over and turned to Mom and gave her probably the biggest hug I had ever given. She smiled and said, "well, son, I hope it is all you expected it to be!" and with that said, it was. Age - probably 10. And I've been hooked ever since. Dattie was right!

I had my first enema myself at 16, and only cuz I felt sick and read it could help, but I really enjoyed it.