Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

Once my mom stopped giving me enemas, around age 11, I would sneak one every chance I got. I never got caught but there were a couple of close calls.

OH Yes! The enema bag abd douch bulb were kept in the bottom of the laudry hamper in the bathroom and I got them out and looked at them about every time a went to the bathroom. By 5th grade I was home alone after school until about 5 PM And I finally got up the courgge to use the bag, with the enema tip that summer.

I didn't start until high school. When I was younger mom was a stay- at home- mother. She started working again when I was in high school.

After school, Sunday mornings when everyone else was at church. Also: pet sitting for the neighbors gave me the chance to experiment with their equipment in their homes!

I used to come home after school and use my moms bag and douche nozzle, some times would give myself an enema but most of the time just put the nozzle in my butt and jerk off. never got caught

Oh yes I can relate to this post.we did not have enema eqipment in 9our house by my grandma, my aunt and my fathers cousin did. A Higginsons and guess what, an old original JBL, a white one. Yes I sneaked the use of all these wonderful implements and got great pleasure and stimulation from all

I liked to sneak enemas and masturbate as a kid, when I could. Almost hate to admit to this, but my mom took lots of enemas, and she put the stuff away, to clean it up the next time. I liked sticking that tip into my butt, knowing it had come from hers, not long before. Some how, there was an additional turn-on to that. I would sometimes, actually take an enema, or just liked the feeling of it inserted into my butt for masturbation. Almost got caught a couple of times, but thankfully I dodn't really get caught. Masurbating and butt play was a taboo thing as I grew up, but somehow my mom must have known I did. There were stains on my bed sheets, and underpants. Thankfully, I was never asked, and surely never told.

When I was in high school, I had the house to myself for a while when I got home from school. enough time to take an enema so sometimes I got the old red bag out after school and enjoyed enema. Also many Sunday afternoons my parents would go out for a couple of hours and I would take enema then too.

Never got caught sneaking enemas but came close 1 day when my Dad came home early unexpectedly.

I had to sneak them as a kid - teenager, actually. I had a bulb enema/douche that I could hide and sneak an enema when I wanted one. I don't THINK I ever got caught, but mom may have been more discrete that I knew. I didn't get a proper enema set until I married later on, then still had to sneak enemas. Still do!

Started at age 12. And yes, I did get caught...not in the act, but because I hadn't gotten everything dried and the cardboard box got wet. My mother noticed the dampness when she went to rearrange towels or whatever in the bathroom linen closet. I received a verbal questioning (no, she didn't offer to give me an enema) and told 'hands off' ... but that didn't stop me. Did she know I continued? Probably.

I did a lot of sneaking enemas as a teenager. I had found some nozzles and scrounged up some hose but had no bag. I used to take a half gallon cardboard milk container and punch a hole in the side close to the bottom through which to push the hose. This worked only about half as the hose was crimped at the insertion point greatly reducing the flow rate. I never got caught by parents actually taking the enema but equipment was found on one occasion causing quite an upheavel in the house hold. My father thought that sticking things up my butt would cause "piles" as he put it and homosexuality. I often wonder how I might even now think differently about myself if my mother had gently taken me aside and given me some enemas to show me that pleasure can be quilt free.

Sneaking enemas as a kid seems to be quite common. Why did we voluntarily do to ourselves what we claimed to hate and begged not to get when put forth by our mother? Not that I really hated enemas as much as I claimed. But from about eleven or so I began using that familiar red bulb on myself. It was kept in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. Quite convenient. I never gave myself very much at the time. It wasn't my goal to make me shit, but the biggest thrill was just sliding that black nozzle in and out and the feeling of the first shot of water going in. But I guess mom figured out what was going on because at some point the red bulb left the bathroom and was stored away upstairs in a spare bedroom. I eventually found it and would use it when I was home alone. In the mean time, I had to improvise. I had a small rubber squeeze bulb from a toy. It probably held an ounce of water and had a real short nozzle, but it became a common companion in the bathtub. I could squeeze in a half-dozen of them and not even have to go until I was ready to get out of the tub.

Oh yeah! Started around 10 as I recall. The red bag lived under the sink in the bathroom. When mom was gone (for awhile, I thought) I got it out, filled it, attached the douche nozzle and inserted it in my bottom. I would lay on the counter in the bathroom (two sinks) or bend over the bathtub. Fill up and sit on the pot. Then clean up, especially trying to be sure the douche nozzle was clean and everything was replaced just the way I had found it. To the best of my knowledge she never knew. At least, she never said anything. Loved it! Didn't have to hide anything when I got my first apartment by myself.

I did plenty of sneaking starting about 10. At first it was just playing with the bulb, but later with mom's combo bag.

I got caught twice. The first was sort of indirect. She came home earlier than expected and interrupted my time in the bathroom, which led to an incomplete emptying and a delayed need to run to the bathroom later while she was talking to me. I am sure she put two and two together, since she never offered to give me an enema after that.

My sister and I both enjoyed "enema night" at times when mom and dad were out for the evening. Once leading to an ill-advised wine enema that did not have a happy ending. If there was ever a question in mom's mind whether or not we took enemas for fun, it erased all doubt. She did not forbid us from enemas (except for wine) but our frequency was certainly reduced for a time while things settled down.

Oh yea. I don't think anyone that calls themselves a klismo hasn't

Yes, I found the enema bag in a brown paper bag under the bathroom sink. When I was home alone, I would give myself a enema using the long douche nozzle that was in the bag. The regular nozzle was in there too, but I liked the feel of the douche nozzle better. I showed the girl next door the nozzle one day, but I never got to put it in her butt, she just smiled when I showed her, made me wonder????????

My mother had a large collection of bulbs, colon tubes, and nozzles. By the time i was 13 or 14, I would sneak an enema when my parents would go out for the evening, and then carefully clean and return all of the equipment to the storage box on the top shelf of the bathroom. I enjoyed having some private time for a nice slow enema with a bit of peppermint soap added. I never got caught, and I don't think mom ever suspected I was using the equipment.

As I described in the partly autobiographical story I posted last April, I never then actually gave myself an enema. I did, however, my parents' bedroom closet and fondle and play with the enema gear when I was alone in the house. Once I wasn't as careful putting things back as I should have been and a day or two later my mother took me aside and said, “I see you’ve been playing with the enema set. You know, if you really want one just tell me. I’d be happy to give you an enema anytime you want.” I was mortified that she had busted me, for I was still a long way from accepting an image of myself as someone who enjoyed enemas. I never did take her up on her offer.

I never got enemas as a kid, no one in my family did. I was fascinated by anything having to do with my butt from a young age, probably 6 y.o. and I was experimenting with my fingers and a few items.

My first enema was quite some time afterwards - I was probably 10 at the time - and was pretty much accidental. We visited this spa and when I was in it, it was quite clear that no one could see under water with all the bubbles. I put my butt against one of the streams, and eventually dared take my swim pants off and place my anus closer and closer to the stream... You can guess what happened next, I wasn't at all sure what was happening initially but I did enjoy the sensation very much. Pretty quickly I felt a tremendous pressure and I slipped my swim pants back on and ran to the toilet as fast as I could. I made it in time.

As a result, the enemas that followed for quite a few years involved the garden hose and a pressure nozzle. i would direct the stream at my butt and place the opening closer and closer to my anus until I felt the water enter me and the pressure building up. We had a toilet nearby and I was able to relieve myself easily. I did that infrequently. I only got myself a proper enema bag when I was about 21. I was living with house-mates but I had my own room so it was easy.

I grew up to be rather dominant and I am usually doing the topping or dispensing the enema these days. I still give myself one on occasion, with my double balloon silicon nozzle.

I tried to sneak them from time to time, never got caught, but had to be sure that i put the equipment back in the same exact positon, and of course dry.

My mom stopped giving me enemas after puberty when I started having orgasms during an enema. Until then, she had been comfortable as long as she was the only one of us feeling enema excitement.

My "sneaks" started after that, at least I thought they were sneaks at the time. Very often Mom would come home early from her job as an RN at a doctor's office. I would lock the bathroom door, quickly put the enema bag in its box, wet, no concern for coiling the tubing as it had been, then slip it back on the cabinet shelf. Moms notice details. But the real clue too my "guilt" was that I left a piece of cardboard in the shut-off clamp. The clamp leaked and I inserted it to squeeze the tubing tighter. This cardboard was gone the next time I sneaked the bag.

She must have known......HAD to. But never said a thing. Nor did she ever say anything about her bras and panties that I returned to her lingerie drawer after playing dress-up without re-foldiong them.

I sneaked a lot of enemas when I was a kid. I was never given an enema by anyone except myself. Not sure exactly what caused me to take my first enema. I think it was rectal temperatures. I remember doing that first. (Rectal temps) I think I "graduated" to enemas once I got up the courage to buy a bulb and later a bag. I took an enema anytime I was left alone for an evening. Not a regular occurrence, but whenever it happened, of course I had to take advantage of the situation. 😃 Once I moved out and had my own apartment, then taking an enema could be a regular, even nightly event. I was never caught.

My mother must have had a lot of enemas when she was young because she wouldn't have anything to do with them and her mother used them all the time. When I was 10 I made an enema can by soldering an aluminum tube to a one gallon salad oil can. My father was a biology teacher so his lab had latex tubing and I liked playing with melting glass tubes and was able to make a nozzle that was "slick as glass". Several times I spent too much time in the only bathroom and my mother would warn me against too many enemas in an indirect way like "That will cause you troubles in later life".

Wild !!!

Reading over those posts I remember myself in every one of those sceanarios. Hard to believe that we share so many common behaviors !

Yes,well almost .At my Grandmothers house while she was at my home just across the street .She came back and I had to plead with her not to open the door.I screamed to her that I was using the toilet (Should have locked the door) Other wise she would have caught me using the Sears Force Flo syringe lying on the floor.Later on my mother brought home a Crest combination syringe and told me that if I needed to use it on myself it was OK.Guess what I still have the worn box & some of the original parts and memories.

For several reasons the house would be empty on Saturday morning. I found the bag and enjoyed several enemas, small at first for fear of getting caught, and then larger and more enjoyable. I invited a friend in on the action once and he declined.

When i was a kid we didnt have a shower we only had a big tub. So when i wanted to give myself an enema I would slowly fill the tub and take an enema while the tub was filling. The noise of the tub filling would drown out the sounds of me taking an enema. However I had to fill the bag take the enema and expell the enema before the tub was full of water. It wasnt until i was a teen before the house was sometimes empty and i could enjoy a slower enema or more than one. As far as i can remember nobody ever caught me or at least nobody ever told me they caught or heard me taking the enemas.

When I was a kid we had to take baths and not showers. After having received a couple of enemas while in the hospital, I decided to give it a try in the bath tub one afternoon when my parents were away. I got in several bulb fulls (the bulb was kept in the closet in the bathroom). WOW. I enjoyed the feel of the tip going in and the rush of the water. Expelled what I had taken and repeated it several more times. Then my brother needed to use the bathroom so I had to clean up and get out.

That was the start. Anytime I was alone at home, I would head for the bath tub. I never got caught but I'm certain my Mom knew what i was doing. Some comments later in life confirmed that. When I had my own apartment I was in the bathroom taking a bag of soapsuds and she came over to visit. I quickly expelled all I could so I could go to the living room where she had let herself in. We talked for a while and then I had to excuse myself to get rid of some more of the remaining soap suds. I'm sure she could hear me. When i returned we talked for a while longer and then she had to leave. She said I should go back and finish up the pleasure I had started. And I did.

Like some others here we took baths not showers years ago. The red bulb was kept in the cabinet under the sink so it was quite easy to take it into the bathtub with me on Saturday evening. I didn't give myself all that much in those days but the nozzle sliding in and out was quite pleasant.

I've seen the red Davol bag wrapped around the shower knobs for years. My first parental enema wasn't exactly a dream but still I both dreaded and was fascinated by the whole enema experience. I started taking cool water enemas by myself around 6 yrs old. Been doing them ever since! ( Just using much warmer water. )