Forced Suppository

There was this phase when I was working too much and getting very less sleep. My boyfriend was not at all happy about it. He kept talking to me about it but I used to just brush him off. One night, while I was in bed, working on my laptop, my boyfriend slid into bed next to me and said he loves me very much and would like to ensure I have good health. He said he has already given me enough chances to do this myself but since I was being so careless, he was taking matters into his own hands. I couldn't understand what he was on about when suddenly, with a jerk, I found myself flipped over in bed, face down. My boyfriend crossed one leg of his over mine so I couldn't move. I raised my voice and asked him what he was doing. He simply said I would soon know. He flipped up my nightgown and pulled down my soft panty very easily. I started squirming and wriggling but he wouldn't let go. I heard a crinkling noise and my bum cheeks being opened. Oh no! He inserted a big and thick suppository deep into my ass. When I whined, he said it was a sedative suppository to make me sleep since I refused to rest and work instead. In a few minutes, I was fast asleep. Next morning, I woke up later than usual but not late for work though. I was mad at him for having treated me like this but he told me I didn't have any choice in the matter. I either needed to sleep on time or he'd make me. I did sleep on time that night to avoid the dreaded suppository and the utter humiliation. A couple of days later, I once again tried to go back to my old routine and found myself once again upended on his knee, with another suppository up my ass. I learnt my lesson after that. I hated how he forced suppositories on me but I also felt loved.

Back when I was a kid in the late 60's and early 70's I stayed with and was babysat regularly by a much older male cousin and he liked nothing better than to force a suppository into me. He would always decide that I needed to poop for him after spending a considerable time feeling my tummy and smelling the seat of my pants or shorts. 'I'm taking you for a big toilet my lad' he'd say as kicking, screaming and crying, I'd be picked up and carried into his bedroom and forcibly laid on my back across his lap. I'd have my pants and undies pulled down but not fully removed as that stopped me being able to wriggle around too much. He'd grease up his finger with Vaseline and lift my legs up and back and push the finger deep inside me moving it round and round and in and out to 'break up the nasty poo!' After what seemed like an eternity of me squirming, pleading, trying to escape, trying to push his arm away and thus his finger out of my little butt, I'd then have to go through the indignity, embarrassment and discomfort of having him remove his finger and swiftly reinsert it along with a (what seemed like and felt like a massive) suppository. He'd make me stay across his lap, legs held up high, finger inserted and being moved around while the supp melted and started to burn, cramp and give me the dreaded 'poo feeling'. I'd be crying and begging him to 'take it out' and he would just look at my face, grinning, sometimes telling me what a naughty boy I was for getting constipated. Sometimes he would comment on my cute red 'straining' face and glassy eyes and call me a baby, stroke my hair or kiss my forehead - I hated it. I was never allowed to shit on the toilet, he would either pull my undies back up or insert a towelling diaper under me and make me expel right there still laying down across his knees. It's bad enough being watched while going to the toilet (happened to me a lot as a little boy) but almost unbearable while laying there helpless and having your most intimate bodily function controlled fully. Knowing that you stink, that he can smell your stink and can see the poop coming out and being told to push and strain harder for them. I hated it all back then but of course now it forms the strong basis of my fetish. What I'd give now to go back to those days (well maybe just one day!). It's funny because even though my cousin did that (and more) to me I still loved him, almost hero worshipped and always wanted to go back and stay at his. When he wasn't paying undue attention to my toileting habits or spanking my lil butt he was great fun to be with, would spoil me, take me to exciting places and swing me higher on the swings than anyone. Very mixed emotions now.

Most of my childhood suppositories were forced, but later on after attaining puberty it became a secret passion for me.

I didn't like the glycerin suppositories as a child and would expel them before they could melt to help me to go. My oldest sister spoke with her nurse friend and Mom and started to insert several cold suppositories and a tampon just before breakfast. At first she didn't let me see what she was inserting into my anus, but she would inject some lube and I would feel a tube inserted up my anus and then removed and something would remain inside. I had to sit on a hard chair and would get an erection as the glycerin melted attracting water into the rectum and wetting the tampon. When, I really had to go, she would follow me to the toilet, tell me to squat over it facing the wall and pull out the now soggy tampon without letting me see it. I didn't like the glycerin suppositories but came to enjoy the feeling the tampon caused in my anus as it expanded in length and width.

When I was pregnant with our first daughter and on Phenergan suppositories for nausea, my husband one night was so wound up and couldn't sleep that he was driving me crazy. It was like 3:30 in the morning and I got up and went to the fridge and got one on my 25mg Phenergan supps, stood by the bed and told him that I was going to give him something that would make him sleep.

He thought it was a pill until told him to turn over and I pulled down his shorts. I had never given a suppository to anyone else before, but with a little Vaseline on the tip I managed to quickly push it up his behind and pulled up his shorts. I think he was so surprised he never said a word. It couldnt have been more than 20 minutes later he was asleep. Luckily, it was a Friday night and he didn't have to go to work, because he didn't wake up until 11 o'clock that morning. I think that was the only time that I forced a suppository on my loving husband.

I love to give women suppositories and play with their anus while retaining

Vicky V your boyfriend certainly be very suprised lol.

Here is a weird one ! As a kid on trip through Maryland something flew in the car window and either bit or stung me ,i had to be shy of 5,nèedless to say i started having an allergic response ,we ended up at E.D in middle of nowhere the doctor was oriental didn't speak English the nurse didn't speak his language or English so it was kinda a mystery I survived no worse for the wear ,since we had to get a motel as it was late , my dad in those days was a KFC freak no eating in the room allowed ,my dad was like screw that we snuck it in .now the hospital gave my parents scripts that I had to stay on four two weeks ,one was a little shot glass sized bottle ,my mom would have to add a liquid and shake to mix for 15 minutes ,then get me to drink it and eat , of course whatever it was half way Thru dinner I am drunk , i think when they cleaned the room the next day ,they new somebody had a unique form of incontinence because i got cranberry sauce all over the sheets . Once i was drunk out comes the #2 pencil giant suppositories that my mom leteraly had to hold me ( drunk toddlers are awesome !) Well feeding that thing in ,whatever drugs they were oral and rectal combined and at some point I would stop squirming and protesting and just go limp ,out cold ,once that oral medication kicked in resistance was futile mom held my arms with one hand and fed the suppository in with the other,i would wake up diapered about 13-14 hours later ,the first day we traveled all the way from down near DC side of Maryland all the way to near home in N.Y before I woke up .

But that was a nightly ritual for two weeks , there's only so much a toddler across the lap with there arms being held can do to resist being made to take there medicine .

Funny how some memories stick with you, and right about now i wouldnt mind going back there and having that simple a life ,yeah growing up i saw alot of horrific crap ,however knowing you survive ,takes the anxiety out of it all.

A few years ago I had a colonoscopy from a new doctor. After the procedure the doctor came to talk to me about what she found which was three polyps and some internal hemorrhoids. She then said she was prescribing 2weeks of steroid suppositories and some kind of oral medication. Well my GF at the time was with me when the doctor talked to me. On the way home she said do you know what the doctor prescribed and I said yes when we got to the drug store the prescription was not ready so we went home and I rested while my GF went back to the store an hr later. When she got back she had bought some rubber gloves. She gave me my first six I pretended not to like it. She hounded me for the two weeks making sure I took them when she was not here.

Most of my childhood suppositories were forced, but later on after attaining puberty it became a secret passion for me.

It’s funny how that kind of humiliating stuff that gets forced upon you as a child ends up becoming a turn on. I don’t understand it, but I accept it.

It’s funny how that kind of humiliating stuff that gets forced upon you as a child ends up becoming a turn on. I don’t understand it, but I accept it.

I was forced to eat peas as a child but now I like them. Go figure

As part of potty training my Mother would put me on the potty at 10 am. I had to sit there till I had a bowel movement

If I didn't go within 5 minutes she would tell me she was going to give me a suppository to help me.She put me over her knee to insert the suppository. It was a daily ritual.

Bagman wrote ....

bagman wrote ....

As part of potty training my Mother would put me on the potty at 10 am. I had to sit there till I had a bowel movement

If I didn't go within 5 minutes she would tell me she was going to give me a suppository to help me.She put me over her knee to insert the suppository. It was a daily ritual.

Ah yes, the five minute warning ........ I remember hearing that many times myself! I posted the following account a while back under another topic but it certainly deserves re-telling under this topic, and bagman's posting for sure.

My mom would always watch me after placing me on a potty and telling me to poop. She would simply sit on a chair nearby and engage in small jobs like sewing or darning socks while she waited. On a table next to her, and conveniently placed for me to stare at, would be a flat white box of child size glycerin suppositories and a jar of vaseline. This was her way of encouraging me to 'go' since she knew very well how much I dreaded having suppositories. Every now and again she would subtly remind me of the fate that awaited me if I couldn't 'go' by saying “Keep trying now, the suppositories are right here if you don’t do anything!” And there they were, on that table in front of me, my childhood nemesis. The problem now was that her threats made me so tense and anxious that it was well nigh impossible to relax and comply with her demands. Talk about psychological torture. Finally, as she ran out of patience, came the final threat and the beginning of the countdown .... “You’ve got another five minutes before I give you a suppository!” I would be in such an emotional tearful state by then of course that I would simply run out of time, and off the potty and across her lap I would go, kicking and screaming.

No but I would like to! Of course it wouldn’t really be against my wishes.

Glycerin suppositories have little effect on me. No matter how long I hold them they just don't melt or have much effect. Insertion feels good though. Liquid glycerin works much better.

I would like to be restrained and forced to be filled up with enough of it to keep me in the bathroom all day and then plugged till I'm begging to be allowed to use the bathroom.

This would probably be fun with the same situation with a bunch of Dulcolax massaged into me with a lubed up finger before being plugged.

I guess this doesn't count as forced because it wouldn't be against my will but I would be pretending I don't want it and I'd like it to be forced to hold it till I do actually regret it because I'm so desperate to get up. I have a glass plug around here somewhere that should do the job of holding it all in until I am a squirmie begging mess.

When I was about 10, I lived with a foster family that also had a couple of girls. One was an older teen, the other a bit younger than me. The younger one must have had some bowel trouble because she used to get soapstick suppositories at least a couple of times a week. Her bedroom was next to mine and had a shared closet that I could peek through and see when they did this.

She would have the girl strip and get on her bed in a knee chest position while she would go make several long, thin soapsticks and return to the girl whos cute little bottom was waving in the air like a beacon. She'd then get two or three of these sticks slowly inserted while I watched and masturbated. I once was caught doing this and was given an extra large soapstick in front of her.

I would love for someone to take me by surprise, restrain me, pull down my pants and panties, then push an unlubricated suppository in my rectum. I’d also love to attempt fighting them off, kicking and screaming like I was a naughty child. It would make it even better if I got a sound spanking for not cooperating! These stories are making me very aroused and excited! ???

It's not too late to start over a roleplay lol.

@TheDesireIsReal , it doesn't have to be fantasy as I have done it for real! I did a play session where I handcuffed her behind her back and pulled everything down. I had planned it carefully as I had the suppository ready, a soap stick one that hand been coated in fresh ground ginger and with her bent over I slowly inserted it in enough and let it sit there so the ginger had time to take effect at the anus. Then after the anus was was heated up by the ginger, then I pushed it all the way in. Then I took her downstairs to the play room, gave her a good spanking, then followed with an enema using a double balloon retention nozzle. I will leave the rest to one's imagination as to what happened after that.

You can act for a while, you can breing real emotions, doing this roleplay to her.

@masterdorson you are deliciously creative ?

@TheDesireIsReal , it doesn't have to be fantasy as I have done it for real! I did a play session where I handcuffed her behind her back and pulled down everything down. I had planned it carefully as I had the suppository ready, a soap stick one that hand been coated in fresh ground ginger and with her bend over I slowly inserted it in enough and let it sit there so the ginger had time to take effect at the anus. Then after the anus was was heated up by the ginger, then I pushed it all the way in. Then I took her downstairs to the play room, gave her a good spanking, then followed with an enema using a double balloon retention nozzle. I will leave the rest to one's imagination as to what happened after that.

MasterDorson,

Nice episode. It's sounds a lot like what my switch Domme ex-wife used to do to me many times, except she'd dress me in rubber all over plus sneakers (my other major kinks), lay me down and cuff me and spend a good while playing in my ass with fingers and plugs and sometimes suppositories. Finally she'd put in a large latex DBC and inflate it and give me an involuntary 2 quart enema. After making me lay there and struggle holding it while she edged me under a blanket (so I'd sweat more under the rubber suit), I'd get another quart or two while still holding the first two. After making me service her with mouth, fingers and PIV until she was satisfied, she'd finally help me have my own orgasm before letting me go undress. Not a fantasy - I'll never forget those nights. She was very enthusiastic.

Eric

I would love for someone to take me by surprise, restrain me, pull down my pants and panties, then push an unlubricated suppository in my rectum. I’d also love to attempt fighting them off, kicking and screaming like I was a naughty child. It would make it even better if I got a sound spanking for not cooperating! These stories are making me very aroused and excited! ???

@TheDesireIsReal,

I'm not surprised if you're aroused, having read your Profile just now. Thanks for your enthusiastic unabashed description of what you and your husband enjoy doing with spankings and enemas and other things. I hope you have a long, happy and exciting marriage. Welcome to Zity.

Eric

The woman I did that too, just before she left to go home which was like 50 minute drive, I slipped a glycerin suppository into her bottom for the drive home. She told me later at around 20 minutes on the interstate that she had to pull off and find a toilet real quick. Nothing like a little reminder to remember me by later. ? ?

What's a good time to come back I love all this commentaries 😃

All my suppositions were given by force. They embarrassed me a lot when they put on suppositories.

It's complicated to have good relationships with people if they all give you forced suppositories lol.

All of the suppository insertions were forced. When I was a kid I hated it and fought everytime.

Yes I was in the hospital after a suicide attempt when I was in my 20s, and I was forcibly given suppositories during my stay there. If anyone wants details feel free to contact me

For the many who wonder what CNC is: most of what these posters have had done to them are examples of CNC, (Consensual non Consensual) play.