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

I am embarrassed to say that I lied to get enemas. I would say I was constipated when I wasn't. With some women I was entirely straight forward and asked for enemas. In retrospect I should have just asked for them, but not all the women understood my fetish. Now I just ask myself for one. Viz-a-viz the B.E. story I can only say thank god for colonoscopies!

Yes, I lied quite often to be constipated in order to get suppository. I always told my mother that I think I was constipated. Mom usually asked me when I had my last bowel movement and I answered that I don’t remember. Mom then told me that it is necessary to solve it and she gave me cup of senna tea. It had usually strong effect and if I succeeded and make my job without my mom noticed this, next day I could tell her that the tea was without effect. Then usually followed another cup of senna tea or my win – glycerine suppository from my mom in the bathroom.

Yes many times to mom Aunties and grandmother they loved it and so did I

Oh, yes I have. I wanted my girlfriend and then a wife to give me enemas and they did, many times. I told them I had a colon problem that needed a regular cleaning. They happily obliged, many times.

I don't know if I would consider it a lie as much as bending the truth, or withholding the facts. As young as eight or nine, I recognized that I did not hate enemas as my friends claimed, but actually liked the feel of the warm water going in. So anytime my mom thought I was acting a little slow, or I complained I didn't feel good, she would suggest an enema might make me feel better. She would ask when I last went poop and I would say I don't remember. But I would have to protest a little so mom would not catch on that I was actually looking forward to the enema.

I remember getting a few enemas from grandma when I stayed with her during summer vacation. At first they were with a bulb syringe similar to the one mom used on me. Then when I was ten she gave me one with her red bag. I was impressed. A few weeks later when I went back I sort of moped around the house one rainy day hoping she would ask if I wasn't feeling well and if I needed an enema. It worked, but I had to be careful to not seem too anxious to get it. She used the bag again that day but it turned out to be the last enema I ever got from her. Did she talk to mom about it and they figured out what I did?