Age of Self-Administration of Enemas

I may have started younger than most people.

My father raised me as a single parent. I don't know my mother, or even know if she's alive.

I do know that my parents were both klismos and I am here essentially because two enema lovers found each other.

As a result, my father had to do both father and mother type stuff.

Surprising how much he learned about hair and makeup just raising me!!

When I was 12, and the evening before, after school, he had taken me to a local shopping mall, where the department stores still had bra fitters, and had me fitted for my first bra. He hung around the other stores while i was getting fitted.

Driving home we essentially decided together that the next morning was going to be an enema day. It WAS a mutual agreement, I felt like it was time. We decided to do a full cleanout, which meant no more solid food the rest of the day.

I was expecting him to give me a cleanout enema like he had every 3 or 4 months before.

When I woke up, He had been up, had eaten his breakfast, and had all the enema supplies in the bathroom. I had gone to bed in a knee-length nightgown, so I was already dressed appropriately for an enema.

He said to me as soon as I walked out of the bedroom,

"This will be YOUR enema!! You are now old enough to start making your own decisions. I am going to advise you, but i will only intervene if you get in trouble or do something that is just too dangerous."

I took the bisacodyl tablets with plenty of water.

First thing I asked, "Can I use your three-quart bag?" His response was, " I am going to recommend that you not, but it's not dangerous enough that it justifies stopping you! So if you do that, I won't stop you. I know you are big for your age, and you have had a lot of 2-qt enemas, but 3qts is a lot. Not sure you are ready but you might be. If you think you are, I'll let you try it." I went in his room and got the 3-qt bag.

He walked me through the mixing.and getting the bag hung., with the few minutes of sitting around for letting it mix. During that time, I took a pee.

He said, "Do you want me in the room, or out?" I said, "IN!" Big mistake!!

I got into the knee-chest position, inserted the flared applicator. First time using a flared applicator. Took a few minutes to relax. then took the deep breaths, and opened the valve. I WAS able to get the whole bag in. Not that easy but it did go completely flat over the next three minutes.

While in my retention sequence, I actually got an unfamiliar feeling on the other side. Before I knew it, I was in my first full-blown orgasm ever!! Fortunately I didn't lose anything of the enema. On the other side I was not so lucky. It felt wet, then it seemed something came out, and I was stuck there in knee-chest position. ad realized what was going on , and said, "Just ride it out, and keep the enema in. Try to enjoy this if you can!! I didn't know what to think.

I was able to make the 15 minute retention, but when I got back to the bed, the towel covering that part of the bed had a giant wet spot! I asked Dad, "What went wrong"

He said, "ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! You had your first adult sexual experience. what happened to you i something that can happen to ANY woman any time she takes an enema It WON'T happen most of the time, but it always CAN happen! there is no way to MAKE it happen, but also no way to prevent it when it does happen Most women find it pleasurable at least most of the time. but it happens when your body wants it to not when your mind wants it to! My little girl is turning into a woman. One more step towards womanhood has happened, whether either of us is ready or not."

He then went to the linen closet in his bedroom, got out a clean towel, and said, "Just put that one right in the washing machine!" I did that, hung the next round and lay down for about 20 minutes, and then did the second round. The Bisacodyl kicked in after the third round, and it took two more after that for a total of five enemas that day to get me to a clear return 5 is a lot but not unheard of.

Like a few others, I was the proverbial "late bloomer" when it came to enemas. My late teens was when the enema thing began to happen with any degree of regularity and the enjoyment factor began to come into play. From my early 20s on, I began a lifelong affair with enemas that seems to get even stronger as the years go by!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

I self did for a long time. After I became a een. And for a leg time as an adult

11 or 12 in my case. I had had strong interest in all things anal for many years before that. I came across where mom kept the bag and fortuitously had periods with the house to myself. What could be more natural ( for a budding enema fanatic) than to give myself an enema?! And it hasn't stopped since. I was also happy to have persuaded my younger brother that he needed them as well.

I began self administering enemas at age 12, I found then that doing that really intensified orgasms which I have discovered just prior to my 12 birthday. I used my mom's douche bulb and cleaned it thoroughly after each use. When ever I was alone in the house... I would be in the bathroom really enjoying those enemas. I didn't try using a bag until I was my 20's. Since then I have learned to enjoy high volume 4 qt enemas.

I find it difficult to remember an age when I did not get or use an enema. Mom gave them to me from the time I was born up until I started doing it for myself at around age six or possibly sooner. I do remember once when I was six I asked my aunt (who was a nurse) to give me an enema but she refused. I remember taking the bag off the bathroom door and giving myself the enema. Auntie told my mom what I had asked for and then done and I thought I was in big trouble but Mom only asked her why she didn't give it to me or help me do it. After that, I never felt any embarrassment or fear in asking mom for an enema and she never hesitated to do it or question why I thought I needed or wanted one. Once in a while, when I knew she was in the bathroom taking an enema, I'd ask her to refill the bag for me when she was through, which she always did, sometimes asking if I needed her to "help" me. At those times I had to get in the tub on my knees with my head down and bottom up usually two or three times.

I was only given a bulb enema when I was very young- probably around 5 or so because it's just a dim memory. I was not one of those kids receiving enemas from mother throughout my childhood. But the enema equipment was in the household and it wasn't until I was about 13 when I become infatuated with giving myself enemas. As many have stated, it was very easy to figure out and I hit the ground running on my first session and have never looked back. While giving yourself an enema is not rocket science, I have since learned a multitude of different ideas and approaches surrounding the use of enemas and that is why I love this site to be able to share and learn.

After my first real enema at 7, I developed an interest in the subject centered on the equipment. Sears and Wards catalogs had syringes for sale. Mom had a book describing birth control methods with illustrations of diaphrams and jellies being used in vaginas and condoms on penises. But the douche nozzle in a vagina was particularly interesting to my young mind. I enjoyed the few enemas mom gave me as needed. I even asked for a few, just for the feelings. When I became 11, no more mom enemas. Switched to oral laxatives. But I never lost my sense that I missed enemas. Then at 13, one day after school I was Home Alone. I got mom's syringe and did it. As I filled me, my erection exploded without even touching myself, something that was a first. Thus, a lifelong fetish had begun. Other men and some ladies started the same way. Here on Zity we explore our "thing" and feel perfectly at home doing so. Thanks for sharing and thank me same. Hugs!!!

I sometime got fleet enemas from my mother when I was really young. Maybe 4 years old. and at that time absolutly hated it.

It bruned like hell.

Some years later I started to play aroud with a plastic syringe and warm water and started to find it exciting. First not in a sexual way. That started with puberty.

I received enemas from my mother since I can remember at age 3. Around 6, she stopped giving them to me.. around age 8, I started giving them to myself. The first time I did it, the babysitter walked in on me, and i never saw her again, hehe. Around 9 I started giving myself suppositories. Once, when 11, Ihad a dose of glycerine suppositories that I couldn't feel working, but they were! My first and only indication was an urge to expel. the bathroom was across the house. I didn't make it. Great fun! One of my very favorite times.

My first self-administration was at age 6. It was an earth shaking experience in several ways. I had stayed home from school due to illness. My mom was at work and my grandma was busy next door. In most cases, being home sick would result in an enema at some point.

I decided to get a jump on things and located the red enema bag. I filled it and hung it on a towel bar. I inserted the nozzle and the flow had started to fill me up as I bent over while standing.

All of a sudden, the floor began to shake and I felt like I was on a ship being tossed on the water. The enema bag fell from the towel rack and I felt this strange sensation as the enema began to flow backwards. The shaking ceased and other things had fallen or been displaced.

I hurriedly sat on the toilet to empty what little bit was left. I grabbed for some towels to sop up the water and mess. The enema bag was put back into place just as my grandma came to check on me. The wet towels in the tub were going nowhere and the enema bag was wet as it hung in the shower.

It turned out that an earthquake had occurred. The timing was very coincidental, but always a reminder of my first attempt at self-administration. The kids at school talked of their experiences hiding under their desks. I could never share my experience during the earthquake...until Zity that is.

When asked about the wet towels and mess, I came up with a quick explanation. I accidently caused the toilet to overflow and hurriedly tried to clean up. I wasn't queried about the wet enema bag and got the expected enema after mom got home from work. Grandma was there to give advice and witness the outcome.

It wasn't for awhile that the enemas became more sexualized although the sensations became progressively more enjoyable. I don't believe my mom or grandma ever intended to sexualize enema time. They were common and quite frequent around our place. I suspect that they were more aware of my enema use than I ever realized. Nothing was ever said about that issue although general enema discussions were very common amongst the adults.

My sisters and cousins were well aware of enemas as well. We all pretended to give enemas as part of our playtime. The medical and first aid texts were great resources for our learning and development. I loved the pictures and also watched the ads that came with the newspaper. Oh what a great time to be a kid!

BTW, it didn't take long to realize that an enema could produce some other earth shaking sensations...and plenty of shits and giggles.

I was in 2nd grade when my mother gave me my one and only enema from a parent while I was growing up. It was to help clear up and intestinal "bug' that was hanging on longer than normal and keeping me from school.

I have related in other entries here on the Forum how this was the one time that "set" me for life on enemas and anal stimulation.

Our red bag set hung on a hook in the bathroom closet in plain view anytime the door was open. I know I started self-administering soon there after during after school hours prior to my parents getting home from work. I was lucky to have this "alone-time" in the afternoon as both parents worked. It didn't take long for me to realize the stimulation I could induce putting the black phenolic rectal pipe in my rectum with the aid of Vaseline. In my later years I graduated to KY jelly and or Astroglide as a lubricant of choice.

I think the ultimate self-administered enema is a JBL enema. I found this video of a cute young woman pumping her ass full on one. Caution to the squeamish: she later releases it standing in the bathtub.

http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/BT-enema-video-Eve-s-fantasy

I think I was 8. Mom had given me an enema with the bulb. When she thought I had enough she would leave the room while I expelled. She would leave the bulb sit on the edge of the sink, saying she would clean up and put things away when I was finished. I was beginning to realize I sort of liked those enemas so I just had to try it myself when she left the room. I let out the enema she had given me, then refilled the bulb from the left over warm water in the sink and squirt it up my ass. The first couple of times I got a lot of air in me until I learned to properly fill the bulb. But soon it became a habit. Mom gives me a couple of bulbs, leaves the room, I expel, then give myself a couple more squirts and expel.

This went on for maybe two years, and I was really enjoying these enemas. Then one day she comes back into the bathroom before I was done. There I am in front of the sink, bulb in hand, refilling it. She mumbled something about she thought I was done, and left the room. I was scared shitless that she would be pissed. She never said a word. But that was the last time she offered to give me an enema. I guess she figured I knew how and could do it myself if I needed one. I think she knew I sometimes gave myself enemas after that but I don't think she knew how often I did it, or how much I enjoyed them.

I was about 13 when I discovered the enema bag in my aunt's bathroom closet. I had been given enemas up to about the age of 8 , at first with the red bulb and then with this red enema bag. Once the house was empty., i went to the bathroom and opened the closet. There, under a pile of towels was the object that had given me so much grief when i was little. I want to see if the pain and discomfort was my imagination or if there really was something evil about the enema bag.

I hung the bag from the hook next to the toilet after filling it with warm water. I removed everything below my waist and positioned myself in familiar knee to chest position on the floor. My heart was racing and I didn't know what to expect when i finally released the clip on the hose. Lol, the water started very fast and before I knew it i was scrambling for the toilet. Water was shooting everywhere. Well, other than dissuading me from doing enemas again , it actually sparked my interest. I spent the next 3 weeks (at least) in our local library looking for anything and everything related to enemas (i developed also a love of rectal temperatures and suppositories ) 😄

Started at about age 11 with erotic intentions from the first. Didn't have an orgasm for six months or so. After a while enemas and masturbation became a regular duo.

I probably started around age 10 when I would be alone with the bag.

I was 11 when I got my first and only enema from my mother. I had already developed some pubic hair and my balls were dropping. On my back, legs up, with a bulb syringe. I expected pain after watching my brother get one kicking and screaming. It felt great! I got hard immediately.

Sometime after that I started trying it out for myself so I would say 11 or 12.

I was 12 or 13 years old. I found a enema bag (I believe in my mother) in the bathroom and took my first enema. I was not excited. Many years later, I was 25 years old, I started to have problems with hemorrhoids and made use of clisters to facilitate evacuation. I realized that they made me feel very pleasant and I began to make them everyday. Then I became a passionate and bought a few years ago a small lathe for modeling work. So I started building my nozzle and sex toy for my wife.

I started self-administration around age 8 whenever I could, which unfortunately was not often.

From memory, I think I started around 10 and 11 years old.

I remember the small soft red rubber pear placed in a small cupboard open to everyone.

What could I introduce myself into the anus and make me enemas!

At first I did not masturbate yet but it was very enjoyable to introduce me this pear in the buttocks!

I started giving myself enemas at about age 7 Both my mom and dad work during the day And my grandmother lived upstairs who watched over me I started with bulb enemas I liked them I gave him to myself sometimes every day sometimes several times a day I liked enemas right from the start I think I got them As early as infancy I have a faint memory of being 3 and getting A enema s on the kitchen table from both mom and dad at the same time After A trip To the hospital for surgery I was given enemas still clear From a bag And that turned me on to a whole new way of enjoying enemas

Not sure, early teens, with a Bulb syringe . Really liked the feel of the nozzle in my ass.

I started receiving nightly enemas when I was 3 or 4. This made changing my diaper each morning easier since it prevented most poop accidents. I still awoke wet each morning though. The first time I gave myself an enema I was 5. I was staying with my aunt for a week and the first night she asked if I wanted her to give me my enemas or would I like to do it myself like a big kid. Obviously I chose to do it like a big kid. She sat the bowl of water down, handed me the bulb and vaseline and told me what to do. I did what she said. After 4 bulbfuls, I pulled up my diaper and we lay there talking while it did its job in me.

At about 12 i was allowed to stay home on sundays and not go to the family picnics.i would spend the whole afternoon doing enemas and i have been enjoying my time with the bag ever since,which is now over 50 years

I started giving myself enemas when I was about 15. Up until then I had gotten enemas from my mom once or twice a month. My mom and dad had their own bathroom and that was where my mom had given me enemas and that was where I did them myself. It was after I started doing them myself that I realized how much I enjoyed them. I didn't think of it as sexual but I did realize I enjoyed the feeling of the water going in and the pressure when I was full. My mom and I used the same enema bag, a red one that hung on the inside of the closet door. I know it sounds unsanitary now, but we didn't really think about it back then and we made sure the bag and nozzle was clean afterwards. I eventually was doing them about once a week, I just made sure my dad wasn't in the house when I did them, I was very shy and would have been uncomfortable if he was home and knew I was doing them.

Our mom gave enemas to one of my three sisters and I frequently, because we got constipated. My two oldest sisters rarely needed help. I rarely self-administered, because when I was eight and my sister was ten, she confided that she had begun to enjoy getting them. I hadn't thought about it, but realized I was, too. Right then aqnd there, we started giving to each other when Mom wasn't home. I really don't know when I gave myself that first solo enema; it wasn't a landmark by any means. It probably happened when I got enema horny and Lisa wasn't around to do me.

My Mother gave me a fountain syringe on my wedding night and I packed it in my suitcase. My new husband and I left East Texas that night on a long journey to California which was actually our honeymoon, enjoying a few days of travel and sights along the way.

About a week after we settled in our base housing, one afternoon I started thinking about Mom's enemas and I got out the enema bag. I had never given MYSELF an enema before! It was always my Mother administering them constantly - up until my wedding.

I filled the bag and my heart was beating fast with anticipation as I had never done this to myself before. I WAS TOTALLY IN CONTROL. I filled the bag with warm water and soap and hung it up on the wall beside the toilet tank after I had hammered a nail in there. I clicked the clamp and started to feel the water and I sat on the toilet. I was so dumb that I didn't know that you could take an enema any other way than sitting on the toilet! (That's the way my Mother, Grandma and Aunts did it.)

It was “liberation”" to fix my own enema, control my own water, clamping on and off at my discretion and controlling when I would expel and how full I let myself get. It was much gentler than my Mom's enemas. I took my time and surrendered to the pleasure, knowing this would become a lifelong practice for me. I was 18 years old.

Started at 16 when I left the house for studying. Often consulting with mom on the phone.

Back in the latter 50's--early 60's Pediatrician's were not in favor of children “self--administering” constipation relief enemas. They wanted the enema(s) parentally administered to avoid issues of getting it done properly--using the prescribed ingredients/volume etc.Allowing a 10 year old to decide the how/when/why of a prescribed enema (back then) was a “No Go”.