Memories of seeing Enema Equipment

I didn't get a chance to see equipment as some colleagues report, but sometimes I heard my mother commenting that I would do it because It would go to the doctor

When I was in Junior High School, my best friend lived down the road a bit but easily walkable. He was a year older than me. He had a sister a year younger than me named Andi and two even younger brothers. They lived a lifestyle I couldn't really figure out. Mom was a hippy girl, but highly educated and had some kind of medical job, something not quite a doctor. Dad was a doctor, rarely around and I think was overseas a lot. I might have laid eyes on him twice. My theory now is that it was an open marriage. As a family, they were very relaxed and there weren't a lot of rules.

Anyway, Andi and I kind of liked each other. I wanted her to be my girlfriend, but I had no idea how to navigate that prospect with her brother being my best friend. I would talk to her a little bit as we all waited at the school bus stop or when I was over at their house. I was friendly but not overly so to the point it would be noticed.

They lived in this big, modern, multi level “Frank LLoyd Wright" house built into the side of a hill with gardens below.. Andi and her mom had a “wing” down on the garden level with their two bedrooms and a shared bathroom. My friend and the brother's bedrooms were upstairs and elsewhere. My job when they went out of town was to feed and take care of their menagerie of pets - a dog, several cats, rabbits, and other critters. They even had a goat for awhile.

I felt like I had to get an accurate headcount of the animals, so I would search all over the house for them. This, of course, kind of made snooping inevitable. Andi's room was pretty typical for a tween or young teen girl. It looked like her clothes closet had exploded including her little bras everywhere. Her mom's room was very 60's in decor. She had a copy of The Joy of Sex on her nightstand, which I eventually read cover to cover. I learned a lot about sex from that book.

My biggest discovery though was going in Andi and her mom's shared bathroom one day and seeing the enema bag hanging on the shower to dry. It was a big amber latex bag with amber latex hose and old school big black enema nozzle attached. My immediate thought was “OMG… Andi gets enemas!” My mind boggled. I was already a klismo at that point, and I thought if we could be boyfriend and girlfriend we could give each other enemas and have sex, utilizing all my new found knowledge from the book. Not sure how the logistics of that would work for thirteen year olds, but the idea was there.

I couldn't really figure out how to make that happen, and we (of course) moved at the end of the school year. I think I saw another enema bag at a friends house during a sleepover in 9th grade. No sisters though. The next time I saw one was in my college girlfriend's bathroom. Now that one did lead to fun and games, but that's a whole nother story.

Reading the responses of fellow members I'm guilty. Growing up in the late fifties and sixties, I was an enema and douche snoop. At around 4 years of age my mother would prepare her douche bulb and solution at the bathroom sink. Red and black have always made me hot. My mother's sister had a collection of bags I found in the linen closet. I was always “checking under the sink” when visiting. But when I was seventeen I started my enema life with mom's bag and by the mid-seventies🌋🚀❤ I had quite the collection of enema and anal toys. I could look at and use whenever I wanted to play.😜

I grew up in the late 50's / 60's when seeing a red bag hanging in the bathroom was no stranger to us. Seeing it out and in plain sight when at a neighbor's / friend's house and “what nozzle" was still attached, told the story. Knowing that these kids got the same as me was arousing even at an early age, and just the idea of the girl across the street getting the bag that I was looking at while I was peeing, just increased my fetish.

I started snooping at eleven while I was visiting someone else. I always made it a point to ask to use the bathroom, whether I needed to or not, during my visit making snooping a little easier. This was in the late fifties, when most people had douche/enema bags hanging openly in their bathroom. Occasionally, I’d have to look under the bathroom sink or in the linen closet, if it was located in the bathroom.

@JohnnyZ Sure it was enema and not douche?

When I was a child, I remember seeing the red enema bags in a bathroom closet. Never was it left out. However, my first wife, who was a huge proponent of the values of enemas, always had her equipment hanging in our bathroom. She left the bag and hose hanging there but kept her collection of nozzles in a container under the sink, which I was glad she did. Not sure I wantedted friends or family to see those instruments!

I recall mentioning this awhile back in another post, but the memory is worth repeating.

Growing up in the 50's, we lived a couple city blocks from my grandmother's house and (of course) was there frequently. Her large brick bungalow was built in the early 20's and had a good sized white tiled bathroom with a large porcelain tub. One day when I went into the bathroom my eyes focused immediately on grandma's enema equipment hanging over the tub drying out (a fairly frequent scene at my house). What mesmerized me was the size of the rubber bag. Larger than our two quart family fountain syringe bag, it must have held at least 3 quarts. Quite a site indeed, along with its red rubber hose and attached large black bat shaped enema nozzle. I was already mom's cooperative little boy when it came time for another one of her “good” enemas and could only imagine being given a large soapy enema with grandma's bag. I was sitting on the toilet staring at the equipment when mom came in and saw what I was looking at. She looked at me and said “would you like me to give that to you" or something like that. I declined, needing of course to conceal my embarrassing enjoyment. A missed opportunity, for sure.

@JohnnyZ Sure it was enema and not douche?

It was the short, stubby but flared one. Cleanstream has similar.

@JohnnyZ You piqued my curiosity. I would be delighted to see a picture of such a nozzle. My experience with real-life nozzles was the short thin cylindrical ones.

Here's a pic from Cleanstream's site that shows their take on the old school nozzles. The one at my friends house was similar but different. https://enemasupply.com/products/cleanstream-enema-tip-set

Enemas are not a big part of my fetish at all, but I do remember the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I would see one set up and waiting on me at home.

When I was growing up there wasn't the least concern that the enema bag or bulb might be seen in the bathroom. I don't know how to otherwise say that it was just normal bathroom stuff and no different than my dad's razor or the hairdryer. We lived in a pretty normal middle class neighborhood and most bathrooms were pretty standard places.

@JohnnyZ Frankly makes sense, the straight nozzles easily fall out unless held in place. Was it unpleasant to feel that shape entering?

@Emom said,

When I was growing up there wasn't the least concern that the enema bag or bulb might be seen in the bathroom.

That’s what it was like for my siblings and I growing up. We didn’t think twice about the douche/enema bag hanging in the bathroom at home or grandmas for all to see. We knew our friends got enemas, just as they knew we did. There was always a douche/enema bag hanging in their bathroom, just like at our house. As I got older and more curious, I started making it a point to look around in other bathrooms, especially if I didn’t see one.

Year's ago I was doing handyman work for extra income and was hired for this single guy through a friend long story short he want new faucet's on his vanity sink's so told him to pick out what he wanted and i would install them. Well he purchased everything and showed me to the master bathroom and left so i proceeded to open the vanity door and damn to my suprise was two red enema bag's I was shocked and would have never thought of this guy being into enema's like myself so proceded to install the new faucet and went about my business but everytime i was in this guy's company all's i could think about was how awsome it would be to give him an enema. I thought about the scenaro and realized some time later that he knew what he was doing otherwise he would have removed the bags before i got their. To this day it is still our secret . So you really never know who is into the enema scene.

Redbag 1914,

When I have to do any plumbing work, I find it easier to remove everything from under the sink, so it doesn't get wet and that I have more room to work. You could have put the bags back in a little different place in the vanity.

By what they say there was a time when enemas were something natural without any sexual connotations, good times

@Aquarius I do not particularly believe in reincarnation but I respect the opinion of those who believe. time has passed and this and a fact, but today we have internet and social networks where we can talk to people who share the same tastes and interests as us, good

@Cleanout_lover Did you ever discuss enemas with Mary? Was she ashamed the bag was on sight?

(Or maybe this bag was used for douching?)

Indeed , in the many homes of my friends and relatives ' bags and hoses ' draped over the shower curtain rod and / or towel rack were ' mute exhibits ' of what had previously transpired within the private confines of the bathroom or adjacent bedroom . Ah , ' those were the days ' ........... Sometimes , given the friend , the drying syringe items would gender a conversation as to who possibly had ' given ' and who had ' received ' the vaginal or rectal cleansing .............. The syringe ' pipes ' had more often as not been removed from the hose so all as to the application site became that of speculation .

In my childhood I was already aware of the instruments of torture that existed.

With quite a few of my buddies, enemas seemed to have been the order of the day as well; you could see the meaningful equipment hanging in their bathroom, or standing there, if it was bulbs.

And with others you could sometimes even smell the rubber and the soap; I think I had a good nose for it...😇😎

Today such sightings should be a real rarity. Except, if I really think about it, there is an old tin irrigator with a hose and an old nozzle hanging in the guest toilet as a flower vase...🤗😎

Back in the late 70s I was doing some work for an American couple in London. The wife was an attractive blonde lady in her 30s. As she was showing me where things needed to be done in the bedroom I saw what looked like an enema bag, hose & nozzle hanging on the inside of the open en-suite bathroom door. Despite being a cripplingly shy 20yr old I managed to blurt out something like "Oh! Enema stuff, cool!" She gave me an unfathomable look & in a matter of fact way told me it was for douching. I'd like to record that she offered to give me an enema or something but she didn't, just made me a coffee & let me get on with the work. Masturbated myself senseless when I got home though!

Although I graduated high school and college in the early and mid '70s respectively, I consider myself a child of the '60s. It was not uncommon to see a fountain syringe or combination bag hanging in the shower or on the back of a bathroom door. I even had one girlfriend whose mother had a fountain syringe hanging on the bathroom wall along with nozzles in a rack similar to a toothbrush rack. I might add that this was a family bathroom, not a guest bathroom. I also saw Venus bags in a few of my girlfriends' houses. For those of you who are not familiar with Venus bags, it was a device that is mounted on the wall and when opened, it because an enema or douche bag but was concealed when close. There was a little statue of Venus on the cover thus Venus bag.

I grew up in a small town and I remember one privately owned drug store that had a lot of enema equipment. There was a rotating display with small pull out drawers full of many different nozzles. It was a popular spot for a lot of women and they would buy replacement parts for their bags at home.

There was a rotating display with small pull out drawers full of many different nozzles.

Oh, wow, nice..... reminds me of when in the late 1960's I visited a very large store, something like a Walmart of today, this store had a health and beauty department. To my amazement there was a free-standing, circular carousel rack almost as tall as me, and it had all kinds of Faultless enema bags, douche bags, bulbs, etc.... As I spun it around a bit, a young woman came up next to me as and began looking at the products as well😮! I was too shy to speak to her 😧 and we booth just stood there for a bit, and then I moved on. Perhaps if my wife was not waiting for me in the parking lot, I might have said something to her...

@ddell2 "Venus bag" would suggest it would host douching equipment indeed.

@ddell2 @alan20cm Douching is so typically American. 😉

Hi "DD".. ,

The Venus.... Ohmy!!! Oh Well! as a "Guy" .. if any of the ladies I dated back then (60's-and on..).Had any kind of "DOUCHE and or ENEMA" goodies .. trust me .. they were "STASHED!!!!" Oh.. might say .. later on in our "relationships' there were a few "slip-up's" ... and I got "a view" .. but not much more!!! Oh well...

with a "KLICK!!!,"

highwater

@ddell2 "Venus bag" would suggest it would host douching equipment indeed.

@Pecan_nutjob

Venus is definitely feminine but the bags came with rectal pipes too.

@ddell2 @alan20cm Douching is so typically American. 😉

I looked it up. Douche is a French word meaning to shower. However, although the word is French, the source states that douching is not associated with any particular country, I've seen more douche and enema products in Japanese stores than in any other country that I have been in.

It's also a German word although spelled differently: "Dusche," but like in French means "shower." The feminine hygiene activity is "die Spuelung" which is literally translated as "rinse"