How do you ask for an erotic enema?

Once I met @sirensong, my enema fantasies quickly involved her. Slowly at first as I saw her as too much of a lady to do something so naughty, but every so often, while masturbating in my bachelor apartment, I thought about her as my nurse giving me an enema and smiling at my erect cock as if it was complimenting you, and then taking me in your knowing hand. I would cum really hard thinking about that. But curiosity became fascination, then attraction, love, lust, and finally marriage.

The opportunity to introduce the possibility on enema play came by chance. A trip out west to visit friends let to a random stop for gas and to pee. There we casually picked up a copy of Penthouse Forum. After arriving the next day at our friends house and catching up, we found ourselves in a private wing of the house, in bed, and reading Penthouse Forum…… and one of the stories was about a young stud arriving late for his physical only to find the doctor gone, but a nurse was still there and she took him back to the examination room, told him to take all his clothes off, and gave him an enema. Well in the story (I was reading it to @sirensong), the studs cock got as hard as mine was, and Sirensong noticed.

Several months later was my 40th birthday week. One night, when all the kids were out (coincidence?), and Sirensong and I were sitting on the family room couch, she got up and instructed me to follow her to our room upstairs, but to wait for 15 minutes before coming up, and I was to knock on the bedroom door before coming in.

I did as I was told, and upon my knock, she opened the door dressed as the sexiest nurse as I ever imagined (better!), and in her hand she held a tray with 2 fleets enema bottles! They say life should be measured not by breaths, but by the times that took your breath away……that was one, and I'll never forget it. Soon she had me naked and kneeling on this ottoman, head down, ass high in the air, and my hands spreading my cheeks at her command. That was the first time I felt her eyes, and I have come to crave their caress. She stroked my balls, and sporadically teased my cock as she inserted the lubricated nozzle of the fleets bottle into my anus. It was sweet humiliation, and I could not hide the evidence that I liked it.

That was my first erotic enema, it was a gift from my beloved Sirensong, and I didn't even have to ask!

I can only remember asking my Mother for an erotic enema one time. I was about 12 years old if my memory serves me correct. I had been off at a boy scout camp for the weekend. While there I shared a tent with two older boys who were talking about the enemas that their mothers had given them. I listened but did not participate in the conversation. I knew what enemas were because Mom had been giving them to me all my life. But, I had never ever heard of an erotic enema. But, I was curious and decided that I had to have one. So, I began plotting a plan to get Mother to give me one.

What was the plan?

Well, when I got back from the camp out, I would pretend to be constipated. I would then take the castoria that Mom would give me. Since our family doctor who believed in enemas had to give up his practice due to illness. Our family's new doctor had told Mom to stop giving me enemas immediately and start giving me oral laxatives instead. But, I hated the stuff and wanted Mom to start back giving me enemas.

Now, I had my chance. I think she ended up giving me several doses of Castoria. The stuff did everything except make me poop. I struggled to hold the waste inside me. Several days went by. But, Mom inquired each day if I had been to the bathroom. I, of course, would tell her no….

Finally, Mom asked me why I was withholding the waste.

I told her… She just shook her head and walked off.

That night, she gave me another large dose of Castoria. But, unlike the other days… the Castoria had no effect. I guess I had trained my body not to allow that stuff to work. Mom couldn't believe it. Finally, she took me into the bathroom and opened the white medicine cabinet where she kept the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe. She pulled the item out and said “Mike, I don't really want to do this, but..” I, then, asked her if she could make the enema a little different. She asked me to please tell her what the boys had told me at the camp out. I did and when she gave me my enema, she followed the instructions. She rubbed my belly and moved the enema nozzle in and out of my rectum as the water invaded my bowel.

Did I like it? Answer “YES”

Three years ago, my girlfriend discovered my enema can and hose and nozzle in my bathroom. I told her that I occasionally take one when I am constipated. My heart skipped a beat when she said: “Maybe I should try taking one when I am constipated again”. Actually, she is constipated almost all the time, but rarely mentions it. So I waited patiently for the opportunity to bring up the topic. Once she mentioned that she again hadn't been able to go for several days, I of course reminded her of what she had said. She found all kinds of excuses, and blankly refused to take one. In order to not be too obvious, I only brought up the topic once every few months for the following years.

Then several weeks ago, I got bloated badly, and it was impossible for her to not hear the rumbling in my tummy. We talked about it, and I said that an enema would probably make all the gas in there come out. She said something like “Well, then take one”. When I was up to do it, I asked whether she would mind helping me and hold the can. I was surprised, glad, and got very excited when she agreed. I got out the equipment, assembled it, filled the 1 liter can with water, and removed the air from the hose. She paid close attention to everything. I pulled down my pants and underpants in the back, but kept the front covered in order to not reveal my raging hardon. After lying down on my back, I inserted the nozzle myself, told her to hold up the can, and opened the clamp. When the can ran empty, I told her to refill it and took the second liter. I told her that it's important to keep the water in as long as possible, and I managed to do so for about 15 minutes. We casually talked all the time and to my biggest surprise she said: “I wonder why they don't recommend to do this every week, or once a month”. After the holding time I went to expel the enema in private. I am kind of sure that the whole procedure had aroused her a lot, but she would never admit that.

Of course I reminded her of what she had said about taking enemas regularly, and recommended that she should try taking one, but she always found excuses to it. However, to my great delight, she twice suggested that I should take another one, and so I did, of course again assisted by her. The last one was about 1 month ago, and unfortunately the talk about enemas between the two of us has died out completely since.

While I did not ask for an “erotic” enema, my asking for her help with taking one turned into something pleasurable and exciting for me, and kind of sure for her, too. Unfortunately, this did not find a continuation so far, but I did not give up hope yet.

My wife always wears a short black slip and black nylons when she gives me enemas. When I want a session, I simply put a black slip on a clothes hanger and hang in the bedroom doorway. She gets the idea immediately.

I just ask her right up front are we going to clean me out and peg me tonight or are we going to play with you tonight? usually I end up on the pegging end of the deal. it was kind of crazy in the beginning though because I was trying to find the right time to bring up the topic. watching a medical television show on a spanish channel one night they were talking about enemas. well the rest is history. like my dad always said ask and ye shall receive.........

Buy her a box of nitrile gloves and a tube of KY warming jelly. Have her give a handy, then slide her finger in you and let her see your reaction. The next time give her a nozzle to insert.

Hopefully I won’t have to ask! If I meet someone who is just as kinky as I am with regards to enemas, rt, suppositories & other anal play then he will know that I need something especially after long trips and vice versa 😈🍑🌡️👈🏻🍆

@chelle300 I guess the difficulty is to meet somebody with similar interests!

I don't drop hints, but my wife is anything but subtle. When the mood strikes her she will leave the enema bag out on the vanity and that is ample notice that she would like my assistance. On occasion after she has expelled she'll ask if she could return the favor. So what is a guy supposed to do? Say no? LOL

It's not difficult for me, my girlfriend loves enemas, so all I have to do is prepare the tools and call out: honey, it's time for an enema. She excitedly runs over and enthusiastically undresses and gets into position.

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I have found all of my enemas since my boyhood to be ' erotic ' so ........... when partnered and / or ' solo ' my personal enema(s) become ' erotic ' even when I ' give ' .

I don’t have to ask. Once the tube is in, I’ll sometimes reach back and gently guide my husband‘s hand to certain spots. No words are needed.

If they are a loved and trusted partner...why not just have a conversation. Ask for what you are wanting and see how things go. Be open to not getting everything exactly as you would like the first few times. But if you make is enjoyable and sexual for your partner they could give it back to you.

@geminitom and @sirensong you are a beautiful couple and this thread is a few years old, so maybe you've moved on from the shyness of asking for an erotic enema. For the longest time my husband @Meat_Monster was a closet enema lover and it was a dark secret for him to have. Once I finally figured out what his secret was and how much he liked them and meant to him, I was in. ❤️ And when I gave him that first enema with the clear understanding that if he liked it, I wanted him to let me know when and we would make it happen. I took the hint and gave enemas a try and seeing his reaction and how it touched him and made him happy, then I became a fan of the enema too.

I'm glad I did and we were close to begin with but now we are even closer. ❤️

@Dahiana, thank you for such a sweet reply. Yes, we have moved beyond the shyness, and now simply ask for "a little tlc" - our codeword for an erotic enema. Having the freedom to just ask is so liberating and knowing that we both enjoy giving and receiving has taken our relationship to a higher level. Our story is much like yours and @Meat_Monster's ... I was the one with the enema fantasy that she learned about when we read a Penthouse Forum story, and noticed my obvious 'reaction'. Over time @sirensong came to enjoy them as well, especially after we discovered that a twisted sigmoid colon was the culprit behind her IBS. After removing almost 8 inches of it she discovered the pleasure and relaxation of the entire event.

I would offer to give an enema when she was constipated and give it while she was on her back.

Started rubbing the tummy and would then go south saying this is the best way to get ones mind

off of getting the enema. Sometmes then added oral or penetration. After she now knew that

enemas could be erotic whenever I got one she would do her best to take my mind off of it. thirty

years later she decided this was perverted and I was a pervert for enjoying the occasional enema. It

was that was for the next sixteen years when she died from breast cancer.

Many years ago, during our first vacation together, my wife put me in a situation where it was impossible to refuse her request. Her best friend, a girl named Peggy (not her real name), had a bubbly personality and from the first time we met, we wanted to go to bed with one another. Something my wife was very aware of. The subject having come up several different times in conversations we had about her. However, I never dreamed she would act on or make me a proposition concerning a private conversation we'd had months earlier. But she did, better yet, I should say, the girls did. In short, what they want was a threesome involving foreplay, enemas, and sexual intercourse. Needless to say, I couldn’t say no.

My wife knew about my inclinations early on. Once we celebrated the New Year with a couple who were friends of ours. They had two children. We visited each other often, but so far I haven't seen anything in their bathroom that suggested enemas. But this time there was an exceptionally large one-piece rubber bulb on the edge of the bathtub. What was striking to me was that you could see that this bulb was being used.

Back home, I asked my wife if she had also registered the bulb. She saw them too and said she had thought of me straight away and laughed.

She knew about the enemas that her friend gave her children and occasionally her husband.

I told her that I was interested in her enema more often, but that it was somehow uncomfortable to ask for it whenever I felt like it.

She suggested that if she wanted to enema me, she would put a bulb in the bathroom and vice versa that I should do the same.

Our way of begging was and is in the form of this symbolism, but still the verbal remains like: "I could imagine an enema from your hand now" or "I'll give you a big, strong soapy enema now...".