Has anyone lied so they were given an enema or suppository as a child?

If anyone has ever lied as an adolescent in order to get an enema, suppository, or rectal thermometer.... id love to hear some accounts. i new a girl as a kid that did that i think[on purpose] and im wondering if there is a connection between that and the fetish developing..... any input would be valued.

I never lied for that purpose as a child because I got bulb enemas until age 14 and hated them. I have lied as an adult to get enemas, RTs and suppositories. Now all that seems like fun.

I actually did it as a teenager, so im glad someone else out there shares a situation with me. i love your posts vicki, i read all of them.

I never lied, I just asked for a small one from the bag. This was just before age 10-11, when I started sneaking them on my own.

Yes I lied big time.While I was in the chidrens hospital for twelve years,the kids were given enemas if they did'nt have a BM for three days in a row.There was a chart hanging hehind the boys bathroom,each kid would mark a X on the chart on the day he had a BM,if he did not have one,the kid would place a O on the chart.A few times,even if I had a BM,I would mark a O instead of a X.When the night nurse came in to work she would check the chart,if she saw that a kid had three Os in a row next to his name,that kid would be taken to the boys bathroom and place on a long table by two nurses,one nurse would bring the funnel and colon tube,the other nurse would bring a pitcher of water along with bottle of green soap.I was given two enemas with the funnel each time the chart indicated I had not had a BM for three days in a row.The nurse never questioned as to why I had a problem with bowel movements,but I had a smirk on my face everytime I got away with it.Let the good times floww/m72yrs/Western Ma

Never lied. Always received enemas regularly before age 10 and started giving them to myself after that.

No, I lied about when I'd last "done" to avoid being given a suppository - it didn't work. And I probably got one sometime as punishment for lying about something (non-bowel-related).

Didn't have to lye, i was always trying to figure out a way not to be given one at the time.

Yes, I lied many times about not feeling good, being constipated etc in order for my Mother to give me "good Enema".

I was always successful, but during the Enema I regreted asking for it. My Mother knew nothing about regulating the flow and the Enemas Solution (baking soda) was always too hot. It was a good time afterwards that I would get the urge to ask for it again, but sooner or later the Anticipation of getting her to give me one would overcome the Memory of the last one she gave me. Later on as I got older I started giving them to myself, but I still get turned on by the Memories of the high, hot Enemas she would give me.

As a boy, I would fib about NOT needing an enema, even though I knew I would feel better afterward. There were two or three other times a year, though, when my mom took it upon herself to bring out the enema can and bar of Ivory regardless of what I said. It was a bittersweet time.

Yes, I often lied about stomach aches and itchy rectum so that Mon would dreg out the enema bag or make up a strong soap solution for me to inject and hold in my rectum whem it was "itching".

And in later years have lied about needing to to take an enema after I got married. My wife is not into enemas, so I made up storiesd so that I could take them when she is at home.

I didn't really need to lie, as i was very 'slow' as a child, which lead to regular cleaning. in time i learned to enjoy it, so here we are.

I would fake being constipated about once or twice each year from 14 -18 years old. It was always successful. I got the invitation to join dear old mom in the bathroom for the "good cleaning out".

Yes. even though mom gave me enemas on a regular schedule i'd fib and tell her that i thought i needed an enema. i loved enemas right from the very first one.

when i was about 11 and asked her for an enema she told me that i was old enough to take them on my own whenever i needed one without having to ask. i'd been sneaking them on my own for a year or so anyway

I figured out early on in life that constipation or no BM meant an enema was likely. I suppose that I stretched the truth a bit at times. In one instance as a teen, I was in the hospital for knee surgery. The night before, the nurse asked if I had a BM before checking into the hospital that day. I lied and said no. I got a preop enema from that nurse shortly thereafter.

Yes. I faked stomach cramps when I was 10 to get out of going to school. After pulling that trick a few times I was taken to the doctor who told my Mom to give me enemas, which I quickly grew to love.

After that, all I needed to do to 'ask' for an enema was wince a little while holding my gut and Mom would start preparing the enema.

LOL. Of course we all done it. Last time I did was six or seven years ago. I was visiting home and I complained to my stepmom that I was having difficulties on BM. She offered straight away the enema option (Where I come from in Italy is a kind of rule). After a little disagreement (I just didn't want her to understand that was a pleasure for me) I made myself available for it. I got into my bedroom and went to bed. A couple of hours later she woke me up saying: "This is the way we grew up and don't be a drama queen". I'll never know if she got turned on by giving it to me or if she really spotted the lie and wanted to teach me a lesson. Whatever the outcome I remember it was stupendous. I never had the reason to lie again as up to few months ago my girlfriend was giving enemas to me rather frequently but I guess she lied to me once or twice.

I did not, because I did not dare. I dreaded enemas till about 8-9 years age,and after that somehow I started to be excited by them. (I received the last enema about 10.) However, this transition was slow and continuous, and I was not fully aware what I want to achieve. So I did not lie, I protested any time when the idea of giving me an enema was emerged, and half-consciously I hoped that my protest will not sufficient. I feared and hoped receiving the enema at the same time.

This was a lie but more of a misunderstanding... I broke my leg in a motorcycle accident about 30 years ago and during my month long stay the nurse would come in on the beginning of thier shift, and take my temp. Blood Pressure, and pulse. Then she would ask if I had a B.M. that day. I kid you not...I had no idea that she meant bowel movement. I though it meant Basal Metabalism. for which I would say no. After 3 or 4 days of this, an evening nurse [always the same one] would come in and give me a soapy enema from a disposable bag. Of course though I complied to her instructions and whatnot, I could not understand why I was being given so many enemas. This nurse was a really cute strawberry blond, with a nice cute build, not voluptuous, but petite, kind of short, and cute, with a sweet looking face. Invariably I would get an intense hard on every time she came in to give me my 3rd day enema. Which I know she saw, but ignored it. after about the 4th. such enema, she came in after I expelled it all, and asked me why I'm having such a problem going to the bathroom. I told her that I wasnt,to which she then asked why I said no the the BM question?...Did I really enjoy getting enemas?

Suddenly I realized the mistake, and I Laughed my ass off, and told her about what I had thought B.M. meant. She laughed with me thought it rather cute as well as funny. Well a short time later, I could hear other nurses laughing at the station across the hall, I knew what that laughter was about. Well this nurse began to come in later in her shift and talk and watch TV with me, and she later became my Girlfriend, for which she would then give me a couple of wonderfully sexxy enemas, Me lying on the floor with her standing over me, bending over to insert the nozzle, and jerking my cock while I looked up at that cute pantied butt, till I came. She eventually became my wife.

Yes, definately. Once my enema enjoyment began, at about 10-11, I would tell Mom "i didnt feel good." This would be every couple months, usually on a Sunday afternoon when i was bored. Then would begin a day-long ritual that began with laying down, and later checking to see if i still wasn't "good". She would have me come into the bathroom for a suppository, and sometimes a laxative. Perhaps the waiting allowed her time to finish her chores and errands. it would always increase my anticipation. I would be persistent, saying that these initial treatments were not effective. By then it would be Sunday evening and I would hear Mom in the bathroom shuffling around and running water. Then the wonderful call into the bathroom, where Mom would say it's time for an enema. The bulb syringe was sitting out next to the jar of Vaseline, and the sink would be full with soapy and slightly steamy water. A towel draped over her lap, Mom would call me to drop my pants or jammies and lay across her knees, where the insertions and injections continued despite my fake protests. The enemas were always administered with the firm loving methods that only a Mom can provide. As i got older the bulb was replaced by the bag, but the treatments were always effective, at least until "next time."

No, never lied. When young, I would do anything to avoid getting an enema, so if I lied about anything, it had to do with avoidance.

Arianna

I didn't actually lie but I kicked,screamed and generally raised a rucus because I thought if my mom knew how much I liked them she wouldn't give them to me anymore.....Jimbeaux

Yes many times when I was young. My mother would give me the enema and I was in my glory.

Aw that's so cute!Such an unique way (and hot) way to meet your wife!

All the time...Nobody knows my secret pleasure.

Abso-lute-ly!!! My birth defect caused a lot of constipation problems so it was easy to complain to my Mother about cramping, etc. A few questions would be asked usually followed with a comment that maybe it was time for another enema. Goodie!

the boxcar

After a business trip, I told my wife I was constipated when she picked me up at the airport. She saic sweetheart when I get you home I'm going to give you a nice warm water enema to make you feel better. I said no, and she said I'm your nurse tonight and your going to at least two or three enemas. I went to the bathroom nude and wetched her fill her latex douche bag full of warm water. She put several newspaper pads on the floor and told me to lay down and spread my legs. As she pushed vasoline in my rectum, she told me as long as I was constipated she would be giving me enemas every three days. She made me take the whole bag , and held the douche nozzle in place and rubbed my butt with her other hand. She said bhe was sorry I had to have enemas but they would continue. To this day, Im always constipated. I think she loves giving me enemas. She loves sex after giving me an enema.

As a child, I got only one suppository at the age of 8 and only one enema at the age of 3. I hated the suppository and the enema was traumatic enough to be among the very few memories I have of this age...

After I got hooked I created many situations, some partially true, to get otk for a nice warm one.

When I was ten, I decided to push the enema issue.There was a large latex fountain syringe hanging in moms bathroom that smelled of vinigar or massengale and just touching or smelling it gave me a boner. I told mom I couldn't go potty and it hurt. I was told to undress and and sit on moms potty.She came in carring a large pillow ,rubber sheet and a roll or paper towels. She put the pollow on the floor, covered it with the rubber sheet, and told me to lay on it with my hipps elevated.She than filled the enema bag with warm water and added a pouch of enema soap. She said your not going to like an enema but since you can't poop you have to have an enema. I'll go slow and be gentle but an enema is an enema is an enema but you have to take the whole bag or get another enema. It may take two or three enemas to make you feel better. She got between my legs and with one hand lifted my balls and penis and pushed vasoline in my rectum.She than pushed the douche nozzle in and started the water. I got three enemas that day, and mom said she was sorry but enema are necessary when you cant go. i starting getting enemas once a week and loved the attention and loving care, let alone the wonderful feeling in my penis. Mom became my personal enema nurse until I left for college. I even climexed doring an enema and mom jont cleaned me up and said don't worry it happens sometimes. She than gave me another warm water enema.

Yes, more then once, I must have been around 11 or 12 years old when it started but had recieved enemas before that