Was there a first incident that started your enema fetish?

Did you read Donald's story? Wonderful!

It started for me to be fun when I was 12 or so. I was sick and mom recommended to take an enema. Of course I made a fuss, but I did not feel well and gave it a try, after many years of resistance to enemas from my parents. My mom took enemas on a regular basis. This was not unusual at my home, the enema equipment was always there.

That day, mom prepared everything in the bath room for me and left me alone. A 1 qt can was filled with warm camomile tea, the tubing free of any air and a soft lubricated thin soft colon tube connected and some extra lube. This became my first self-administered enema. I remeber I got a rock hard erection from insertion of the colon tube and throughout the entire procedure. This was the first sexual arousal and hardest erection I had experienced so far in my life. Enemas were never erotic when I was little.

The enema worked well, I was surprised what I expelled and I felt much better afterwards. I never admitted that I enjoyed the enema. But I got convinced that enemas are fun and do help very much with immediate effect. More enemas followed some time later.

My first enema that I remember was when I was fairly young, maybe 8 or 9 (or maybe a little older), and I had been sick and became quite constipated. My mother said that she was going to have to give me an enema. She had me undress and lie on my bed. She then came in with an enema bag, had me lie on my left side and inserted the lubricated nozzle. Just as she was getting started I heard someone at the door and a woman who lived across the street called up to my mother. I assumed she would say she was busy but my mother told her to come up to the bedroom. I was quite embarassed but the neighbor then sat on the bed and watched while my mother gave me the enema and they discussed whether I had taken enough. When I said I really had to go, Mom removed the nozzle and I dashed down the hall to the bathroom. I later realized that Mom had talked to our neighbor ahead of time and had the her come over to give advice while she was giving me my enema. This started my curiosity about enemas and sometime after that, I found where Mom kept the enema equipment and started to experiment with taking enemas when I was alone in the house. It was quite awhile later when my Mom gave me another enema, again while I was sick. That time my Dad also watched as Mom gave me the enema. I pretended to not like it but found it to be somewhat erotic and pleasurable. So, by that time I was pretty hooked on enemas and have continued to enjoy them to this day.

The defining moment for me was when I was eight years old and saw a fleet enema bottle in the bathroom vanity. I always enjoyed anal stimulation as child, and I never had an enema before, but I read the label instructions and it sounded interesting. I poured the fleet solution into a glass and refilled the bottle with water. I quirted the water inside myself and liked it, so I refilled the bottle two more times before expelling it. When I was done, I thoroughly cleaned the bottle, refilled it with the fleet solution and returned it to the box. No one ever said anything to me about it.

I too have a very clear memory of my grandma taking me to her large bathroom ( the same one where I had my tonsils and adenoids removed) and preparing a soapy solution then getting out a red enema bulb syringe with a white ivory like nozzle and putting me over her knee then giving me as many squirts as I could possibly hold. I was then allowed to expel into the toilet and the results inspected and declaired to be satisfactory.

She was obviously very fond of this implement and called it her 'Squib' though how she so named it, I have no idea. I also think she very much enjoyed working on me who was her youngest grandchild and put up the least resistance! Little did she know what she started. From then I used to sneak upstairs and have a good time. I located various enemas in most branches of the family including a very early model JBL which fascinated me. LOL

I have been hooked ever since my very first enema, given to me by my parents when I was five (or possibly still four). I can recall laying in bed afterwards thinking "I sure hope we do that again real soon." Fortunately, we did and that just reinforced my compelling fascination with enemas.

Since I was a child the first ones given by mom got me hooked, but I got my first dreamy enema when I was fifteen years.

When mom stopped giving (it was surely noticed the effect they had on me) I continued to give them by myself, although in truth I was quite clumsy.

When there was nobody around, I got naked on all fours in the bathtub with mom's douche irrigator tucked in my ass and I masturbated while a bag of plain hot water was filling me. I must say it was uncomfortable and at times has occurred a mess.

Then, when I was fifteen and in high school, I made friends with an older girl which was attending the senior year.

Among others, she told me that sometimes she'd anal sex with her boyfriend - a young hospital doctor - and on this occasion he always gave her a very erotic preliminary enema «Which is even better than the fuck!» she claimed.

I asked her how to manage an erotic enema and she offered to teach me at her home the next weekend.

Of course, that Saturday I went to her and there I got my first REAL erotic enema.

Nothing to do: now I was definitely hooked!

"Nothing to do: now I was definitely hooked!"

There is something that you could do... Now that you opened that door Claudia, maybe you would share about that erotic enema experience with her, with us.

Kindly,

Hermann

Susanm74

I received my first enema after a doctor's visit when I was 5 or 6 years old. I remember laying on my side in bed and feeling mortified while the enema was being given, but at the same time the feelings were very pleasurable. I received enemas from time to time after that and began to look forward to them. Mother was always very gentle.

It was in the very early 50's. Mom would pick a day and process all of us. All had to stay and support the others in their trial as well. At first it was chaos. But after the 3rd set up, I figured out we were having a party, messy and smelly as it was. We had no indoor toilet at the time. Wanting to learn, I offered to assist. Mom gladly took the help, especially in the clean up. And after a while we'd hold our own parties. Each was anxious to do the giving for a change. We even got neighbors and cousins in on the adventure. However, one little girl became the center of attention and others became slighted for it, really being disappointed at the un attention given. At this point the parties stopped and we all moved on. We liked to hold the bag and stand naked in front of the receiver. Not knowing about what else to do, we'd touch and examine each other. Here again with the boy's stuff standing out already the girls felt they were giving more when examined and touched. We learned early on how a fun enema worked. Slow with lots of play and caressing. With this the little girls would settle in and became the initiators next time. Problem often was that, with only one bag, the ones having to wait would get noisy and pushy, killing the spell.

That would be my mom that had to give me enemas to get the large stool out of me. I knew she started when I was a baby and had to keepdoing it. In those day an enema was just a nornal thing. Here I am and still having the same problem.

I vividly remember the enema that turn me on even though it's been more that 50 years ago. I was 10+ (almost 11) and home from school due to illness. My grandma (who lived with us) had taken my temperature twice (she always took it rectally - it didn't bother me). Mom came home an found out that I hadn't a BM that day. So, naturally an enema was in order.

A typical enema was me getting called into her bathroom where I had to lower my pajama bottom and lay face down over a towel on a stool. Mom had all the stuff ready to go (bulb out, sink full of soapy water, and Vaseline jar opened. When I in the proper position, mom fixed the bulb and started the enemas. Grandma was there to help--by holding my ankles so I couldn't kick my legs. Well, I squirmed around during the enema and when it over over, I got up and I had a stiff pecker (which thrilled me)

That stiffer got me to start doing it to myself so I could get another stiffee (I didn't know then what caused a stiffee so I put two and two together and deducted that the stiffee was caused by the enema)--little did I know then

The thing that got me started was when I was in my early 20's and found a bulb in the bathroom cabinet and thought I would try it. I liked the feeling of the water inside so much that I started doing it all the time.

I really liked Claudia's answer (#31). I wish it had of been my story...

My first erotic enema was several years ago I think. I was leaning against the wall of my shower taking my 2nd or 3rd enema when as it flowed inside me stimulating feelings much like I enjoy when pummeling my man pussy overwhelmed me. It was all quite shocking but Extremely Pleasurable too. It wasn't very long before I was on the bed giving my ass quite the reaming and LOVING IT!!

My first enema was done by i girl i was seeing at the time she had me tied up and she gave me a fleet enema the made me expel it into a diaper

At 13 I received a enema from Mom. I knew I needed it, and cooperated fully with her. I layed on my bed and stayed ther till the whole 2 quart bag , of warm soppy water was inside of me. I got up after she pulled the nozzel out, and ran to the bathroom. Mom was right behind me. As I closed the door, she put her foot in the way. Anthony, I have to make sure it is working, so leave the door open and go. I said not with you watching I can't do it. Mom smiled and said you won't be able to hold and bare down tight stopping anything from comming out, and begged that she close the door. Mom said Anthony you should be over your embarrasement, I already saw all of you, and I put the enema in you, whats the difference if i see you let it out.

I begged and held tight. I said its going to smell, and I don't want to do it in front of you. Mom said, come on Anthony, I put the enema in you, so your not doing it in front of me. Your doing it cause I made you do it. I kno0w its going to smell, and smelt a lot worst when I changed your dippers. She stod ther, I tryed to hold it. But after a few minutes my body betrayed me. It started as a drip, tthe a squirt,,then pops splashes. Mom said its ok, let it go. By then I didn't care,,,and let it out. It shoot out of me,then ther was a fart, I cringed. Mom relized, and siaid I expecte4d you to do that also, now let it out. I did. I didn't care anymore. I gave in, and let it out. I was leaning foward with my penis and testioes under me, for modesty. But I relaxed and leaned back. with everything in view, I let it all out. Mom said, good now your acting like a adult.

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Age 11 I was bed ridden and could not use a bed pan. After being told I was going to get an enema I was very afraid that I would loose total bowel control.After the enema using the bed pan was alot easier Two day later my mother told me they were going to give me another enema and I felt alot better.

I got my first one from both my parents while I was laying on the bathroom floor. I had been sick and our family doctor recommended it. It was warm and filling and I felt it to be a wonderful sensation. I was hooked after that.

The very first enema I can remember started it all. Though I didn't like enemas at the time there was something about them that fascinated me. When I was about twelve and alone in the house I got up the nerve to get out the bulb syringe and give myself an enema. From then on I was hooked. What I once dreaded was now enjoyable.

There certainly was a first time for me. My cousin Carl taught me the joys of playing with a small enema bulb syringe when I was staying at his house during the summer. He was about 12 and I was probably 7. I really was enchanted by the experience. My Mom had given me enemas before, she called them "Bum Bulbs", but I don't remember much about them. That one experience with my cousin hooked me. Sadly it was never repeated, by the time we visited them again, my cousin was several years older and no longer interested in adelescent games.

When I was about seven I watched as my 12 year old cousin gave himself an enema after being directed to do so by his mother. I was fascinated to watch him prepare and then administer the enema to himself. He never complained. ILooking back, I don't think thee enema was a very good one. It took him three partial fillings to epmty the two quart bag.

I have posted this before, but my defining moment goes back to college when I was living in a sorority. My PMS each month would cause me constipation that I'd treat with a laxative. One month I hadn't bought more and was desperate. Most of the girls were off to class, but the few remaining didn't have any either. Then one of the seniors told me that an enema would work better. This was the era when everyone douched so I did have a folding syringe. That enema worked, I was hooked, and haven't taken a laxative since.

It is hard to say what was the first. I remember a few of them. I am pretty sure that I was younger than 2 y.o. May be because I was so impressed by enemas and their actions I have vivid memory of my early childhood. One was fun. Actually it is fun to think about it now, but at that time it was hurtful. My Mom and Grandma decided to give and enema. I was put on my stomach on a bed. I had to spread my legs to allow Mom to put a nozzle inside of me. They came to me. Mom took the nozzle and Grandma handled the bag. When Mom tried to insert the tip in my ass, she could not do it, but I had a pain and cried. Then she realized that she forgot to lubricate the nozzle. She corrected her mistake. I remember the smell of Vaseline. She sat on the bed near my bum. I was asked to spread my legs wider, and nozzle rapidly found its place in y rectum. They filled me with this terrible enamel can in which you cannot see the quantity of water left. The nozzle had a very narrow opening. It was a torture. I had no control. I even could not know how much more I had to accept. The only thing I could do laying on my stomach with the nozzle in my anus it was to rub with my penis on sheets. It gave me some relief. Also I learned to do the same movements when I went to bed. I remember these scenes and rubbed my small dick. The word for this I learned only when I was 15.

I remember when I was small maybe 8 or 9 my mom gave me an enema.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub and I went over her lap. She held my butt together until all the water was inside me. Then she sat me on the edge of the bathtub and expelled into it. I think there were worms that came out. I used to play a lot out doors and maybe I picked up something.

Anyone have an experience like that?

My first enema was preschool while at my grandmothers. I was told to get naked and was put over her lap. The moment the bulb went up my butt and the water went in I was hooked. There were many more from her even after puberty.

I am sure I got my first enema before I can remember but I do remember getting them at age 6 when I started school. I gor sick and my Mother and Aunt gave me an enema on the bed with a rubber sheet. I was given enemas anytime I was sick, a cold a stomach ache any healther related problem called for an enema. Then I got really hooked when I got pimples at age 16. My Mother said I would get rid of them if I read and followed the diet and regime dictated by Dr. Hay.

He recommended a harsh purgative every morning for three days followed by three days of high colonic irrigations, in one book. In another he suggested that there be three days of purgative each morning and then an afternoon and evening enema each day. In both cases nothing to eat or drink except much water as can be tolerated with the juice of a lemon or lime unsweetened. I was given one of his books to read as a 16 year old with pimples and told his cure would help me get rid of the pimples. I read the book and decided the means were not that difficult and would give it a try. I then followed his regime, purgative in the morning with an enema every day afternoon and before bed. I also was sent to see a naturopath who gave me a high colonic on the third day. What a terrific experience that was. She also gave me a massage and put me in a steam cabinet. I remember sitting in the waiting room and seeing a beautiful older woman come out after her "treatment" and telling the colonic irrigationist how wonderful and energetic she felt. That is another story for another time.

Anyway after all of this detox and flushing, the pimples disappeared and they stayed away for many months. When they returned I was in college and came home for a long weekend to again take the cure which worked again. In those days we used Pluto water as the harsh purgative first thing in the morning. Pluto is no longer available as far as I can find out. It used to be sold at every drug store in town. It worked within an hour and was completely done its work in about 2.5 hours. Very harsh but effective and frankly a bit more predicatable than magnesium citrate; which can take up to 6 hours to work and complete its work. The pluto water causes "copious amounts of liquid and toxins to be drained from the body and poured out through the colon, thus flushing the colon which is kept clean through the daily use of the enema, said Dr. Hay in his book. Epsom salts will do almost the same thing as the pluto water or Glauber salts which Dr. Hay recommended. be careful with the dosage. It will work but it may take time as every person is different in this respect.

I am currently in my second day of this regime which I have done at least two times a year since I was a teen. I have incredible energy and feel wonderful. The only problem is that it takes time. Before retiring from work, I used to take the purgative as soon as I got home from work, and used the enema first thing in the morning and before bed. The results were the same with great energy and feeling clean and wonderful. I now have more time and do this starting when I get up in the morning. I also incorporate the high colonics at a clinic nearby me, for the third through 6th day of this fast.

Dr. Hay ran a place in New York where you could fast and get his remedy supervised by enema nurses etc. and get daily high colonics, but it closed in the 1930's.

My Mother and her sisters believed in this method to both cure illness and to prevent it. They all took regular enemas as did most of their spouses. I have memories of my parents going on a trip without me when I was about 13 or 14, being watched by an older Aunt, catching a cold and being given three enemas a day; before school, after school and before bed for three days to get rid of that nasty cold. It was bittersweet I must say. I was aroused for each and every enema; and have been ever since.

In my case I'm betting it was my conception.

If two enema lovers had not found each other I wouldn't exist.

No sense trying to be what I'm not

I have very vague memories of playing with my older brother and his friends in our house. As science has shown, memories do change with time and so this recollection is very dim and could have morphed over time.

I probably was maybe 7 or so and my brother was 12 and just starting puberty along with his friends. It seemed that they were talking about finding some type of object to stick up their butts. They never did find anything but the conversation and thought was placed inside my mind. The thought that butt play was sexual and could feel good seemed to be imprinted on me at an early age. It would be many years later when at age 13 I started playing with my mother's enema kit (I never received enemas from my mother). I got a very strong sexual response from my first play session with that enema and that was the beginning of my lifelong enema adventure.

Not sure of the first incident but i believe i was in 3rd grade it was the dreams i had associated with me getting enemas with the dreams and i believe the addition of the stimulation of the prostate is what started the fetish

Age 6 seems like the magic number; it was my first enema administered by my mother. The rather large nozzle going into me, was what really started me off on everything anal, and the enema was just a benefit. One that has lasted many decades.

I never received an enema by my mom or anyone until i was 20 , thats another story and one oh so dear to me , but the first time for me if i recall it right , i was 12 years old and had just started my period and was in the bathroom looking for a pad and in the back of the closet i saw this odd looking thing with a black tip and it had a little red squeeze bulb thingie , so i picked it up thinking , what is this and put it back then maybe a day later or months later i asked my sister what that thing was , and she said i think you stick it up your rear end so you can poop ,so anyway i do remember very clearly sticking it in my back side but not squeezing it and i guess i did this for a few weeks , just sticking it up there and one day i gave a squeeze and it was an odd feeling of air being forced inside me , but i remember liking it and i remember going to the library looking this all up , and thats where i learned about enemas and then discovered the Sears catalogue with pages of enemas and i guess it was then there was no going back , and i am sure glad about that