Store Conversations

Has anyone ever had any conversations while buying enema equipment in a drugstore, with a clerk or another customer?

Once when I was looking to buy a Fleet for a quick enema, the store was completely out of all of them. The clerk asked me if I needed help, and I said I was looking for an enema. I expected her to give me a quick answer to say they were gone, but with a smile she actually started talking to me about how they have been "flying off the shelves" in the past week, and she's never seen them go that fast. She seemed enthusiastic about the subject, but unfortunately she was busy and we only got to have a brief exchange.

Has anyone had a similar experience?

I went to a surgical supply store to buy 20ft of gum rubber tubing to make colon tubes.While the girl was measuring the tubing from a roll,she smiled and said,''What are going to use this for''.I said AHHH,''I'm gonna make a siphon for some fish tanks.'' She knew I was lying because I also purchased a whole box of KY jelly.The minute I left the store,I said to myself,''You jerk,you should have told her the truth''.All kinds of fantasys were going to my head while I was driving home because that lady sure has a nice butt.Let the good times flow.w/m72yrs/Western Ma

I have only had short conversations in a few stores myself - supportive ones in places like health foods stores where enemas aren't all that strange. But hubby really hit the all-time drugstore conversations jackpot once.

This was years ago, before we were married. He then had a love-hate-fetish thing about enemas and suppositories. Hearing about them or thinking about them could be very arousing for him, but getting him to actually take anything was something else - and he very frequently needed some help there, especially when he traveled. In drugstores hubby would pay attention to anything interesting going on in the enemas aisle, but he was much too embarrassed to start a conversation about them.

Well, then-future-hubby was off on a trip to several small towns for his work. I had reminded him to pack the glycerin suppositories I got for him and to use them if he didn't poop for more than a day or so. Of course, he didn't even pack them. I made him promise that he'd go get some as soon as he got off the phone to me and actually use one; he had admitted that he was definitely well overdue. The town pharmacy was already closed so he went to an independent brand discount store or general store that was still open. It wasn't busy and had several clerks standing around - and it had a well-equipped health and beauty aids department; it even had a shelf space for suppositories, along with some disposable Fleet enemas and a generic or store branded kind.

An attractive young lady sales clerk came by to assist him. She said the suppositories were on a big sale and had sold out, but she thought they had just got another bunch of them in. She motioned for a clerk in the next aisle to come over, and two clerks joined the first - another attractive young woman and one who was a motherly type - all very friendly and apparently in no rush. Then-future-hubby would have preferred to duck out about then, but the clerk was friendly and direct to him and even somewhat insistent, telling him to just stay put for a moment - he wasn't going to get away without something to help him out. He was just thankful that the clerk didn't yell out, 'A guy in aisle three needs suppositories!'

After looking about while chatting with him, the three clerks decided that the store actually had gotten more suppositories in that afternoon but they hadn't been put out on the shelves yet; they would still be locked in the receiving area and the clerks wouldn't be able to get to them till morning. The first clerk asked if he could wait till the next day or was he really uncomfortable. He explained that he was on travel and that he had just promised me that he would take care of his problem very promptly. They all seemed impressed that he was trying to keep his promise and take care of his bowel hygiene. The second clerk suggested the Fleet enema and asked him if he knew how to use it. (No, of course not - he had no idea! Explain it slowly...)

Then the three women started a discussion that then-future-hubby says seemed endless, like it was the first time they had gotten to talk about enemas and suppositories. The three of them gave him advice while also discussing among themselves their own different preferences, which types caused the worst cramps or might lead to accidents, the best ways to do big enemas, how much trouble they had getting their kids to takes these, how much more trouble they had trying to get their husbands to take anything - and how they could always tell when their husbands or kids needed something. One had apparently worked at a nursing home and had quite a bunch of suggestions. And they went on and on. Each one pretty much had a somewhat different and fairly detailed suggestion for him.

At first, then-future-hubby thought he had hit the enema-eavesdropping jackpot. Eventually he got worried that he was going to lose it and come in his pants listening to them. He finally thanked them, bought the Fleet enema, and - wonders! - actually gave it to himself that night (or at least told me that he did).

When the first clerk was checking him out with the enema unit she told him that she hoped that all their talk hadn't embarrassed him and that she knew how embarrassed most guys seemed to get about enemas and suppositories, and that she thought he was quite a guy for keeping his promise to me. She explained what she thought would be the easiest way for him to take it. And she told him that she was going to put aside a jar of suppositories because with their sale they were going quickly, and that she hoped he would come in to buy it on the next day so he would be able to keep his promise to me and to keep his bowels happy. Then-future-hubby had to finally hurry out of the store for some quality time alone in his car.

He came back in on the next evening and bought the jar of suppositories from the same clerk. She talked to him one-on-one for a few minutes, asking if the enema was okay or too awful, giving him more advice about bottoms and warnings about bowel cancer, and asking his advice for how to make her own husband more accepting of enemas or suppositories. Then-future-hubby was taking off on the next day for the next town on his list, so the clerk got him to agree that he would really do what he had told me he would - to put in a suppository every morning if he hadn't had a BM the day before. And for that trip, at least, he actually did. (Or told me that he did.)

Beyond being arousing, it really helped him to hear the three women talking about enemas and suppositories so matter-of-factly and generally positively. Of course, things changed quite a bit once we got married, and I made it all very positive for him.

-jillie

I'm not too sure whether it's just me, or if it's really happening but the last couple of times I've gone to the stores and bought enema equipment, I always seem to get a female cashier. I'm a very outgoing person so naturally, eye contact is a biggie with me. It's when I am purchasing some enema equipment that I try to avoid eye contact without being obvious about it. Invariably, out of habit, my eyes will meet those to the cashier. I know I turn red as a beet because I can feel the heat in my face. I just know they are wondering what I'm doing buying these items. Probably just my imagination and it probably emanates from my fear of discovery but it's a most interesting time for me.

Several years ago, I visited a commercial dungeon in Houston, Texas. As part of my scenario, the young woman I got the enemas and rectal temperature from, made me go to a nearby drugstore and buy an enema bag. From a safety and cleanliness point of view, this made a great deal of sense. I only wish she had gone with me to make sure that I carried through on the request. I think, in hindsight, that I had a much more vivid imagination than she did. I pretended that I could not find the enema bags, and went to ask the clerk where they were located. She claimed she didn't know, and proceeded to ask another clerk out loud where the enema bags were. The other clerk said she didn't know if they had any or not, but made it a point to go with me to the shelf where they were located. There were none there, but she offered to go into the back store room and look. Fortunately for me, she found one. If I had been the domme in this I would have threatened to beat my ass if I didn't get this done in a timely fashion, but that's just me. The session went fine with a rectal temperature, and a nice two quart enema from the store bought combination bag and douche nozzle. After I expelled the enema, she took my temperature rectally again. I was placed on my back, and told to raise my right leg. While doing this, she quickly inserted the rectal thermometer. She then masturbated me, and I came profusely. Not too bad of an experience from a commercial domme.

I was in the store one day buying a combination bag so I could give myself and enema while traveling. The female sales clerk came up and asked me if I needed help. Told her I was looking for a combination bag and she started picking ones out and explaining what she thought of them. Finnally she picked up one and said this is what I have. I got up the nerve and asked her what she used it for and with a smile replied and enema. With that I told her I was traveling and looking to accomplish the same task. She suggested that I meet her after work, which was in about an hour and she came back to my hotel room with me.

Great night of enemas for the both of us. Never did make it back to that city. What a shame.

I'm just the opposite when buying enema equipment. I have a tendency to smile and raise my eyebrows in a provacative way so the cashier has no doubt what I'll be doing with it. I believe that the more people act like it is a shameful thing to do, the less likely others will be to accept it as normal or as something good. If we go in and buy them matter-of-factly and act like it isn't a big deal, maybe people will relax and lighten up about it. Besides, maybe you'll find another klismaphile if you look them in the eyes.

My own jackpot store conversation happened several years ago, while I was involved with a very dominant woman, who always kept me thoroughly cleaned out, and felt no embarrassment about sharing that fact with others. One day, after giving me a couple of enemas, she put a large plug into me, and told me to get dressed. She frequently made me wear a plug when we went out, so I had no idea what was going to happen.

She took me to a large medical supply store, approached a female clerk, and asked where their enema equipment was. She used a conversational tone, but just loud enough for everyone in the immediate area to hear here. The clerk walked us to the enema aisle, where my girlfriend told her that she wanted a large bag, with a retention nozzle. She "explained" that I had a horrid constipation problem, but that this was the worst I'd ever gotten. I'd waited far too long to tell her, so I seemed terminally plugged up.

I could only stand there, listening to all this, seeing the looks the other people were giving me as she complained that she'd given me suppositories, a large soapstick, and a regular two quart enema and that nothing had worked. The clerk agreed that men are all babies about their enemas, and told us that she finally stopped waiting for her husband to admit he needed one, but just gave him a good cleaning out twice a week, as a matter of course. My girlfriend agreed that this sounded like the best policy, and indicated that she was going to follow it from now on.

Between them, they selected a four quart bag, and a double balloon rectal catheter. The clerk also "convinced" her to buy some Dr. Bonner's peppermint castille soap. She recommended four very soapy quarts, to be held in at least 15 minutes, followed by as many rinses as it took to get me returning nothing but clear water. As we were paying for the bag the clerk suggested that I could learn not to be embarrassed about my enemas if my girlfriend would keep the bag hanging up in the bathroom.

Needless to say, I was embarrassed, humiliated, and more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.

What a wonderful story, Gary. I'd love to do something like that to a sub. It's so sweet to see a grown man turn into a red-faced little child when buying "toys" or talking about something intimate in public.

So what happened when you got home?

Thanks, these are great stories..I wonder if things like this happen quite often. So far it has happened to me once, but hopefully it will happen again. One thing that I do get sometimes is a knowing smile or strange look from the cashier. I'm often tempted to make some kind of comment to start a conversation, but never do. I've also wondered about talking to someone else buying one at the same time, another customer rather than a clerk.

Last fall I was in the feminine hygiene aisle at the local pharmacy because I needed a box of tampons. There was a guy there maybe late 30s or early 40s who was looking at the enema bag and bulb section and I could tell that he was both uncomfortable being there but not sure what he should be getting. Our eyes met and he apologized for being in the way even though he wasn't. I don't know what made me say anything, but the next thing I heard the words come out "If you're not sure what you need, the combination bag will probably work." He looked at me, turned an even darker crimson, took my advice, and headed for the checkout. I had some other things to get so he was gone by the time I reached the front of the store.

I used to be thoroughly embarrassed when purchasing anything related to enema equipment. I would even go so far as to go to another town to purchase same. I am slowly getting better. What would I do if asked about my pending purchase? I haven't go the foggiest idea. Hopefully, the surprise may open me up...here's hoping anyway.

😉I rememebr very well when i was a lil kid in the early 70,s we had one of those old type ma&pa grocery stores, Many times my mom would send me there to pic up grocerys as it was only a block away, Well anyway a lot of the old grannies in town would congregate there to gossip & many times i would hear them talking about ENEMAS!

This was also how i found out that many of boyhood friends got enemas at times cuz those old ladies would mention names, Ya know it was one of those small towns were everyone knew everyone, Sort of hard to hide the skeltons in the closet per say, It was odd and very intresting to hear them talk about enemas out in a public place like that, I mean they would talk open about the enema thing just like two guys would sit at a bar and talk sports & stuff and they did not care who else was in that store,,Sorry to say that store closed for good in 1979.

When I had my own auto repair shop, I actually bought the plastic enema buckets for a good reason. Superb for filling car batteries, with distilled water. I had two service stalls, and bought one for each of those. Getting a funny lookf rom the young lady clerk, I told her my reason. "Sounds like a good idea to me." she said. I smiled. Walt

I have found that those working in the health food or natural product stores are quite willing to engage in discussions about cleansing. Many of these stores carry some type of enema equipment even if it's a typical disposable plastic enema bag or bucket. I have had some very enjoyable interactions in this type of setting.

Mucho red is my color when looking in the feminine products aisle for any kind of syringe. The trouble is that if they carry a douche bag its made of plastic and made in China. I have not seen a good bag in a drug store in many years.

When I was in college we had a local Brooks drug store that wasn't a pharmacy because they did not do prescriptions. One of my sorority sisters worked there part time and told the story one time about a young couple who were most likely graduate students that came in looking for a syringe. The girl just wanted to pick one up and leave but the guy had to read the backs of every box on the shelf. My friend went over and asked if she could help and after a lengthy discussion picked one off the shelf and told the girl that was what she used. They bought it and left. It was an amusing story at the time, but I don't think I would have been able to make a recommendation like my friend had.

All of mine was bought online. No conversation is needed when you are in the drug store alone.

I have become rather bold and have engaged in many conversations in drug stores and health/natural food stores that involve enemas. I quite enjoy the face to face interaction. Many of the more mature types are quite knowlegable about cleansing issues and many will discuss enemas as legitimate cleansing procedure.

I recently purchased rubber gloves, KY, and an enema bag at the Walgreens. The clerk gave me a knowing smile. Wish I had spoken to her.

One day while taking an enema the hanging tab broke. I called my wife an asked her to stop and get another one on her way home. She reminded me that we had promised to meet another couple for dinner that night. After dinner we were on our way home. I was feeling miserably bloated but was trying to "suffer quietly". My wife was driving. Suddenly she turned into a small local drug store. I asked what she was doing. She said that we needed to go in and get another enema bag. As we were looking down the feminine hygiene aisle the female clerk came over and asked if we needed help. Without a seconds hesitation my wife said, "Yes, he does, he needs an enema bag." she turned and said she had something else to look for and walked off. The lady led me to the section where they had the syringes. She took several different ones off the shelf and proceded to explain in great detail the differences between them all. After she was done, which took about 10 minutes, she asked which one I liked. I said that I wasn't sure. She picked up a very nice folding douche/enema fountain syringe that was very top of the line and said that she has had this model for many years. As I was about to answer my wife came around the corner. The clerk showed her the syringe and asked what she thought. My wife said that she really preferred the combination sets and asked about ease of use. The two women talked about enemas and how they each took them at home. I was so excited by then I would have gladly taken anything that was put in my hand. We ended up with a very nice folding syringe that my wife and I used for many years.

I go in drug stores and my wife will give me a list: tampons,douches,lube ,and other stuff. I had a lady ask if they were for me and I said yes. She said her ex used to use them to.

I used to go and be embarrassed but now I go and look around the store for them and when asked if I need help I say can you show me where the fountain syringes are?

Some get red and some think for a minute and show me.

I love the experience in this because people make it so taboo and what do you think the next question is? You got it. Can I help you with anything else?

I will ask if they have had any Ideas of which one is better or have had any personal experiences with them?

This one is the make or break the Ice, they have a professional answer or they give me the dead deer stare and say no, shaking their head no at the same time and even had one person say “excuse me I have to do something”.

I often wonder while the stare and the head shaking in the no motion is the sign that they are remembering their times with the enema when mom gave them to them or if they might have thought about it. I don't know but love to experience this when I do it 😎

I once went into a medical supply store to purchase a waterproof sheet for the bed since I was concerned about the potential of a leak damaging the mattress. I looked all over the store and saw nothing that came close to what I was looking for. Just as I was about to leave a very attractive clerk came over and asked if she could help me find something. I described the item I was hoping to find and she said wait a moment, we have those in the back. A after minute or two she returned with exactly what I was looking for. With an impish smile she asked "who is the lucky recipient?" I could only answer "me" and she responded "I hope everything comes out alright" I really should have stayed and talked with her to see where the conversation would have led, but I didn't.

I have only ever had a conversation with someone in a drug store on a subject like this and it goes all the way back to when I was four years old. I had been taken there to buy a box of child size glycerin suppositories and ended up in a most embarrassing argument with a lady sales clerk after making the huge mistake of telling her that I wasn't going to be the recipient! I was eventually led out of that store feeling totally humiliated and in tears and will never forget that day. Even now, whenever I pick up a prescription in a pharmacy and am served by a female assistant, that memory still comes to mind.

Surprising there's so few takers . .surely there's others here that have had instore conversations about these products.

I have had a conversation with a store assistant about suppositories, namely about branding quality and their ability to “do the job”.

A conversation I'd posted about not long back, about replacing a damaged ole fashioned “Continental” brand curved douche nozzle while awaiting a prescription to be filled.

Another had been at a local pharmacy in relation to new / old stock India rubber rectal tubes that they once had on display in their disability care section . . .Which the store owner had decided to close down. The middle aged woman who served me even made a phone call or two on my behalf to see if she could locate such articles for me. That mornings conversation was quite a buzz.

Over nearly 40 years now I've had several conversations regarding these products as I see no reason why a person should in any way feel embarrassed in seeking assistance for personal medicinal items . .Most were legit . . and some. . well . . er . . testing the waters.😁

It never really bothered me because most people in public assume that I'm slow and they think I'm not smart enough to use what I'm buying so I must be buying it for somebody else

Only going by memory here since nothing has happened in recent years along these lines. But, when I was younger I would say maybe 8 to 13/14 and my Mom would have me in tow dragging me through whatever store we were in, and it came to CVS (or whatever) and she was buying “supplies” I imagine at around 10ish I would get embarrassed if she got into any conversations with a store clerk or pharmacist over buying enema equipment, supplies, or suppositories. It seemed that especially if a woman, young or old, she knew what was going on and that she would just look at me with this knowing smile. I would feel as if she was cutting right through me and I would just feel myself blushing and also feel compelled to remain silent, which was probably the better choice anyway! I had a few motherly types on occasions who knew my Mom as an acquaintance or just as a frequent customer, smile and muss my hair, saying things like, “Oh, don't worry honey, everything will be fine”. I know it was always well meant, but it just made the experience that much more embarrassing because I just wanted to be invisible!

That would have been my parents generation.

I really should have stayed and talked with her to see where the conversation would have led, but I didn't.

I think of them as “the ones that got away”… Somewhere in one the threads, I mentioned the time I was looking over an amazing display of Faultless enema/douche items on a large carousel display when to my surprise an attractive gal about my age came right up next to me and began looking at the items as well! She did not say anything, and I was too shy, too scared to say or do anything - so I simply left and I have never forgotten that moment in time in the late 1960's.