Was there a first incident that started your enema fetish?

I can not remember the one defining moment. We were in ages from 4 to 7, with me being the oldest. Apparently things were going on fairly regularly, because I remember we were probing one another trying to live the live that was lived before us and being interested in what was important. I remember learning not to fight it and just letting it happen. Mother's dominance in the matter gave me motive to assert mine perhaps in an experimental way that they would understand. Sister was the youngest of us 3 and easier to influence and gain co-operation. Besides that she was more interesting. Brother was more complicated, going between partner and shit head to me. We easily worked on each other and learned the enema system. This took the fear out of it and gave us an edge in understanding. All hell broke loose when I forced sister to receive a clothes pin in her precious back side. Only now can I see how this might have been imitating the power demonstrated before us. I am fairly sure the thing was dry and causing serious alarm for her. Somehow brother was involved in it too or else he at least was guilty by association as they say. Any way we both got our color books burned page by page in the burn barrel that night. This put an end once and for all to our probing as a past time. From then on it was super special and carried a serious level of risk. One of our cousins was very close and had no sister. So as you can imagine that was not the end of it all, by any means. As a matter of fact I can remember him talking his way into my butt more than once. He knew as we did, sister was too risky of a problem to pick on lightly, at least in that way, for sure! He wanted to enema me with his own piss. Which I think he did more than once.

All this complicated stuff started when I was about 7. We played around with each other way before that, but it did not get complicated before then. With all this intrigue, it is no wonder I dabbled around with probing and getting probed a few times each year. I remember nearing the final year of high school, I made a determined decision to leave the past and get real. That lasted for maybe 20 years. But with the stress of work and family, I, not being a drinker or smoker began comforting myself with enema preparations now and then. So at about 35 my real enema life commenced. Solo at first, but eventually talked the wife into participating. At this stage I learned that solo preparations were screwing with our intimate time. I then trained to separate the two. The wife really got into them, especially with me on the receiving end. Back then we did not have the information available as we do now and I was getting distilled water treatments from her. In a short while she was really hot with the bag and nozzle, but I was getting washed out of electrolytes and all. I had to ask for it to slow way down. She really loved the enema surprise!

In my case, it was probably my conception.

Although my parents never married, they DID engage in enema play together and separately.

My mother got a lot of enemas growing up.

My father had a domineering mom who was very anti-enema, and had to do them strictly behind her back.

It was not until they got together that my father admitted to anyone his use of enemas.

My father insists today that the longest my mother ever went without enemas was after she found out she was pregnant with me, until I was born. He is convinced, whether he's right or not, that she must have been taking them in the early stages of pregnancy.

I was about 11 and found a Fleet enema in the bathroom, I read the box and became very curious. One day when I had the house to myself I opened and and emptied the bottle, I then refilled it with water. It wasn't much of an enema looking back but it was enough to get me hooked.

I saw my first erotic enema in a movie.......I was obssesed from then on. This was before the time of internet. It took a lot of time to find people into the scene. I had a friend in nursing school that let me give her an enema. That was all it took, I was into it! What sucks is most people live in far away places that are open to this kind of fun. The south is just too hung up on flat on the back sex.

I recieved an enema twice a month throught my childhood. Mom always used a bulb syringe. She was an expert at giving a gentle enema and knew exactly how much to give.

I never minded the enemas but as I grew older I enjoyed the treatmrnts and secretly felt the enjoyment of a enema. By my early teens I would fantize about enemas and enjoyed sexual feeling for enemas.

From early on an enema was an emotional experience. The emotios ranged from embarrassement to excitement especially during times I watched others recieve the enema. The embarrasment came when mom lifted my cheek which revieled my anus to her. This was a very private part and I thought no one should see this part of me. I knew mom watched the black nozzle slowly disappear into my rectum which added the exitement and embarrassment.

Mom also was in control of my bowels during an enema which is something that I also found to be embarrassing. Mom always took me by the hand and softly tell me she was going to make me feel better. As she sat down on a chair the jar of vasaline, bowl of soapy water and enema bulb, and sometimes a rectal thermometer sat on a table next to her. After being guided over her lap she lowered my panties exposing my backside. Then I could hear the gurgling sound as she filled the syringe. Sometimes I would look back and watch her lubricate the black pipe with her finger. Mom then would say she was ready to make me feel better. Mom would lean slightly forward and spread one of my cheeks exposing my anus. Then I would feel the pipe being slowly inserted into my rectum until the bulb was pressed between my cheeks. Then I would hear a soft gurgle as she squeezed the solution into me. The pressure mounted slowly after each bulb administered to me. The soap caused mild cramps as the increaing volume caused a fullness that increasingly made me feel an urgent need to relieve myself. After the process was repeated the desired amount of times the need to go was becoming increasingly urgent. Finally, after the bulb was sat down mom raised me up and told me to go. The release of my bowels felt so good.

I found all these feeling and emotions exciting by the time I was 7. By then I watched both my sisters recieve enemas as well as my best friend and her younger sister. That is a story for latter.

I remember reading a "lymerick" about enemas in a magazine like Forum (is that still published?) when I was possibly in my teens, and it stimulated my interest in finding out about enemas. The poem, I still recall, was:

"E" is for Enema, clyster devine

Delightfully forceful, perverse

With ice cold injections to search through the bowel

Pumped in by a stern rubber nurse.

I did try iced enemas once, but prefer warm ones - and I have never experienced being given an enema by a nurse, rubber or otherwise!

Absolutely! .... and there are several references in other threads to this phenomenon.

I won't go into the personal details in this thread ... they are available via my profile and blog if necessary. But for me, the change (while hospitalized -- absolutely NO family involvement) from Fleets to an irrigating can, dispoasbles to warm water and soap, and from administration by young male interns to mature women, changed my attitude in a single incidence.

As a youngster, I hated enemas. They were a ritual in our household, but both mom and dad did not in any way "treat their patients gently", if you know what I mean. They did not even give us a rinse enema after a soaps enema, making the after effects long-lasting and very uncomfortable.

However, my sister, a couple years older than me, took some nursing courses at our local hospital in order to get a part-time job while we were both in hs in the 1960s, and she learned how to administer as part of her courses. She showed me her textbook and point blank ask (my sister was never shy about asking personal questions) if I wanted to be her first patient. She said her teaching nurse said enemas, while not always pleasant, should not be like a torture session. I said sure, but I also said she had to receive one from me, which surprisingly she agreed to.

I got undressed while she prepared the enema, I laid on the bed (everything was set in a hospital-type atmosphere, just as she had learned). She hung the bag from the bedpost, lubed me quite thoroughly (don't know if this was by the book, but it felt good), inserted the nozzle and opened the clip ... first the first time, an enema actually felt good, not uncomfortable.

When the bag was empty, she said I should lay there for a few minutes, then she said for me to expell. It was not a bad experience.

As I was finishing expelling, she came into the bathroom, wearing a bathroom, carrying the bag which she filled and we walked back to the bedroom.

She hung the bag in the same position, took off her robe ... I had anticipated she was have kept her blouse and/or bra on, but she was naked, just as I had been and still was ... laid on the bed on her back, then rolled on her stomach, allowing me to lube her just the way she had done to me. When I inserted the nozzle, she rolled on her side and I opened the clamp ... the enema flowed easily.

When she had taken the whole bag, she laid there for a few minutes, then went into the bathroom, carrying the bag with the nozzle still in her, told me not to rush getting dresssed because our folks were not due home for another couple hours.

While she expelled, I washed my from the lube and we talked about the experience, which in my mind was as pleasureable as an enema had ever been for me.

She asked if I wanted a second one because she said she did ... so we did a second one and also a third enema each before we finally cleaned up the equipment, got dressed in plenty of time before our folks came home.

While she began preparing dinner (her usual task, she loved to cook, too), we talked about the session and agreed that I would let her "practice" on me if she would "accepted an enema(s) in return." Through the course of the next year or so, we had many enema sessions, both she and I enjoyed them immensly. She also learned to give a very good massage.

During high school and her four years at the community college, she worked in the pediatrics ward at our local hospital, and eventually became a registered nurse and worked her way up to head nurse in the pediatrics department.

My first was when I about 4 years old. I have a faint memory of a stomach ache. Mom put a hand on my shoulder and marched me into the bathroom. She reached into the cupboard and took out a a small red bulb and a jar of Vaseline. She filled a drinking glass with warm water, dropped in a small bar of soap and stirred it with her finger. She then sat on the edge of the tub and pulled me toward her in a hug. She softly kissed me on the cheek as she reached back and pushed my pajama bottoms down. I remember the odd feeling of being hugged while my bottom was made naked. Next I knew I was bent over her knee and she was putting some Vaseline on the enema tube and then moments later on my hole. Four squirts later I was begging for her to stop..I remember getting a few more and having to wait until she said it was okay to get up. I thought I was done, but then got the same treatment with clear water.

I am pretty sure I have received enemas at the childhood but I really dont remember them and my first which "created" my fetish happened around 13-14 when I was in clinic being ill.

I remember being constipated and having to get several suppositories, and after they didnt work my mother gave me a fleet enema, and it didnt work well either, so she gave me a second, and was still not satisfied with the results so out came the bag, the only time i ever got one from her, the rest were hidden self administered ones because i had become fixated on them

My first remembered one was at about 4 yrs of age. I evidently had a fever and my mom decided that I needed a cool water enema to get the fever down. It was given with a bag (probably not full) but it seemed like a lot at the time. I remember not wanting it and protesting quite a bit but finally giving in. My Mom gave it to me, while my Dad was there to help if needed. I don't remember feeling any better afterwards, but my parents were apparently satisfied because I did'nt get a second one that I remember.

I really don't recall my very first enema, as I started receiving them as a child, probably somewhere between 3 and 4 years of age, I would guess. I just remember the experience of laying on a towel on the heated bathroom floor, and my mother slowly administering several warm Ivory soapsuds enemas until I was thoroughly cleaned out. The folks were firm believers that enemas were a good remedy for the stomach flu and whatever ailment we had that lasted more than a couple days. Although I was too young for enemas to be a sexual experience, I never minded receiving them because my Mom was always very gentle about giving them from the old red bag, red hose, and black plastic enema nozzle suspended from the door knob. Because of this positive experience, I had no hesitation to try them myself when I came into puberty.....and as they say: "The rest is history".

I was about 5 when I got my first enema. It was when a life long stomach problem started. The family doctor prescribed a strong tea enema to relieve the problems I was having. Mom filled the red bag with the tea she had made and then administered it to me in two fills. A few years later when the same problem flared up I remembered the enema and found myself home alone so I go the bag out and gave myself my first clear water enema. From then on I tried to find a way to be home alone for a couple of hours to used the enema bag. When I reached puberty I found a whole new reason to take enemas. Needless to say I still enjoy them. I told my wife about my enjoyment of enemas shortly after we were married. She doesn't participate but doesn't mind when I indulge myself. That was thirty eight years ago.

As far back as I can remember. OTK with a bulb at first. Then came the bag. Will never forget the rubbing of my tummy as the fluid was going in.

Growing up in the 50's I received multiple bulb fillings from my mother. Even though I hated it at the time, by the time I approached puberty I was filling myself after school most days when my parents were at work.

P.S. I never got caught.

Mine was from my mother at about age 4. I was sitting on the toilet and couldn't go. She said that she had something to help me and came back with a red squeeze bulb, ivory soap and a basin. I bent forward on the toilet and got several insertions. I have liked being helped ever since. Of course I eventually graduated to the bag but love it when someone begins a session with the bulb before cleaning me out good with the bag.

I can't remember my first enema but it was likely quite young. I can remember from maybe 5 or 6 but I will bet I got them before that too. There have been some memorable firsts.

My first enema from a bag was when I was ten and visiting grandma during summer vacation.

My first enema from someone other than mom and grandma was from my cousin when we were sixteen. We were just fooling around. That was also the first time I gave an enema to somebody other than myself.

The first enema I gave to a guy was my husband. I was almost thirty and we had been married seven years before I managed to convince him to give me one and then get a nozzle into him too.

Anybody else want to share some "firsts" ?

The first enema I can recall was a most vivid enema experience as I recall. I was very young (unsure of the exact age) and my RN mom called me into the bathroom. Standing in the bathroom doorway I saw her filled, Miller Cameo open top enema bag hanging from the shower rod. The long rubber tubing attached to her Davol colon tube was hanging straight down into the bathtub. Mon said "Bud come into the bathroom now, I have to give you an enema." I hesitated a bit and she again said those words, more strongly now. I entered and was ordered to take my pj's off. I did and then recall the lovely rubber scent of the Miller Cameo enema bag...it excited me I remember. Mom took the colon tube and lubed it up with Vaselene. She then told me to bend over, which I did, and I instintively spread my cheeks. The tube was inserted slightly and then I heard the "click" of the clamp opening and felt the warm soapy water flowing in my bottom. Mom then (as she always did afterwords) slowly slid the tube in to the desired length she wanted. I then was positioned kneeling over the tub to take the ss enema. It felt so good going in! and mom woud say "breath slowly...deeply" and say "Bud, you have to take all the enema now...you need a good enema to clean you out." The more enema solution flowed into me, the more excited I got.

Well I took it all and she was pleased. I was positioned on the toilet with the tube still in me to hold the ss enema till no more. I did a good job! The tube was finally removed and I expelled the enema, and that felt real good as well, as I recall. As I expelled I kept looking up at the enema bag hanging above me, and loved the sight.

During many more enemas my RN mom would tell me all about how she trained nurses to give all kinds of enemas. and described what these different enemas were. Her enemas were very comforting and easy to take...she had a teriffic ability to administer very pleasureable enemas. She was a top notch enema nurse!

8 years old while in hospital, the type was a funnel and long tube and plenty of green soapy hot water. Had three in a row and it took three nurses. I didn't want any of it at the time.

The first one I can really remember was when I was five. I know that I had them earlier because when my mother announced that she was going to have to use the syringe on me I freaked out. Soon I was dragged into the bathroom where a bowl of Ivory soapsuds and the bulb syringe were waiting for me. I remember my mom telling me how she had to do this even though she didn't want to and that it was for my own good and I would feel better after it was over. I was soon positioned on a towel on the floor and I screamed as each syringefull was squeezed up inside of me. I kept telling her I had to go and that I was full, begging her not to use the syringe on me again. She insisted on "just a few more bulbs full". Finally, when she decided that I had taken enough to make my bowels move, she placed me on the commode and it all came gushing out of me as cramps racked my body. When the ordeal was over I was warned that I needed to go every day if I was to avoid another encounter with the syringe. Try as I might I found myself on the bathroom floor many more times when I was little.

Like many I don't remember the very first enema but my memories go back to ages 3or4. I would be called into the bathroom where the red bulb syringe and basin of soapy warm water was ready. I clearly remember being told to take off my pj bottoms and after a protest or two found myself lying face down across my mother's lap.

To this day the smell of Ivory soap reminds me of those childhood enemas. Next, my buttocks would be held spread apart and a small glob of vaseline would be placed dead center on my anus. I remember the coolness of it. Soon after I felt the nozzle of the syringe being slowly and gently inserted and the flow of warm water filling my rectum. After several bulbfuls my buttocks would be held together for a few minutes and I'd be put on the toilet to release.

I did not like enemas nor did I hate them. I only got them till I became school age. After 6 years old I did not receive another one for 50 years, and that one was at my own hand. In those early years was planted my interest and love for enemas. I am writing this warm & relaxed while holding a coffee enema!

I played Dr inserting thing around age 4 and remember finding mom's bulb syringe under the towels in the bath room cabinet I took the bulb into bath tub every time I took a bath. To this day I wonder if they knew why I took so long in the bathroom LOL I used to fill up 4 or 5 time each bath, Nice to remember those days.

Read about them online when i was in my teens, and decided to make a homemade thing, i kinda liked it, still do to this day

I got my first enema in hospital when I was 16years old. I stillremember that very well.

The nursewho didmyfirst cleansing enema in my life wasayoung and verybeautiful woman.I was very nervousand embarrassedby myposition: lyingin front of hernakedand with erectedcock.WhileI was takingan enemashemassagedmybelly,then mytesticalsand mycock.This was my firstenema and firstsexual encounterwith a woman.I would like to say: thank you, dear. I never regret it!!

The first enema I ever had was from the shower spout with the shower head removed. I found that when I bent over so that the water hit my anus, it went in. It was a balancing act to keep the flow fitting the right spot, but when it did, I filled up quickly! I guess I did this several times before I was actually able to use an enema bag when I had an opportunity. The first enema I was ever given was from my wife shortly before we got married some years later.

I was about 5-6 when I got my first enema. I'm still a young pup so I only received a fleet's enema from my mother not a bag like so many of you had in your household growing up. I remember everything pretty much how it happened. I was sick and was watching one of my favorite television shows, VR Troopers. It was basically a horrible rip off of the other kiddie show I use to watch the Power Rangers. My mother took out the box and opened it and showed it to me. I wasn't too sure what it was and she responded with "medicine". Taken back by all of this she opened the box and took it out and to me appeared to be a straw of some sort. So innocent at the time lol, I thought I was going to drink something (I wish aye lol) so when she told me to turn over and pull my pajama's down I was kind of shocked and then she told me it won't be pleasant and just to watch my show and nothing will hurt. I wasn't feeling too good about all of this all of a sudden and sure enough, she gently shoved it in and I cried and screamed and begged to stop but she quickly squeezed the bottle until all its contents flooded me. It was cold it felt awkward and something in me from that direction wasn't exactly knew since I have has suppositories prior but not it wasn't as bad as this liquid causing me to cramp up and feel even sicker after a few minutes she helped me to the bathroom and I cried and screamed until she got her results. I hated her of course for putting me through that and the trust I had for my mother was challenged that day. Of course being kid talk and saying things like "I hate you, or your the worst mommy ever" is of course a normal reaction and she obviously won't take it seriously. Those are all the details of my first enema ever and I wouldn't be getting one from a bag until I turned 16 and drove to walmart and put it in myself. Another story for another time lol.

My first was when I was about 5. My step mom told me to go into bathroom, which i thought was for standard bath time. She had me strip down and told me she was going to clean me inside and out. I was clueless. I saw here pull a red rubber bag out of bath cabinet. She told me to get in the tub and get on my knees, head down butt up. I felt funny but did as told. next thing i felt was a lubed finger going in my rear end. Next i felt my very first nozzle insrtion. I would love to go back and relive it.

I got my first one from a girlfriend at age 20😃 what a great time!!!!!

Back when I was young kid, on them HOT summer days we would get mom's big ol clothes wash tub out and put on the lawn and fill it with the guarden hose then us kids would play in it squirt eachother with the hose just be kids, well one day I was in the tub with the hose as it was filling, As I was playing with the hose it passed by my butt and some water went up my butt, at the time it shocked me I thought what the heck was that It hurt a little but fealt kinda good at the same time, had to carefully try it again, and again, and again, Still trying it many years later and still feels good.