Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

Sneaking enemas is essentially how I started out with my love of enemas. When I was in my early teens I found my parents enema equipment stored in their bathroom vanity under the sink. I checked it out several times and was very turned on by the site of both nozzles: enema and the douche nozzle. I really did not think in terms of being anal erotic or doing enemas as being very pleasurable (like I do now) but I was turned on and I wanted to try it. So when I had the house to myself I would give myself enemas and really liked it. I can remember one episode where I did several enemas and although I can't specifically remember masturbating I am pretty sure I did because I was really turned on by all the anal sensations I was feeling.

I never got enemas growing up. I got suppositories when I was little. I use to use the spray spicket on the kitchen sink to fill up. Bought my first bag at 16. Open top Rite Aid brand. I almost passed out I was so excited at the store. It took two hrs driving back and forth to buy it. I was so scared someone I knew would see me buy it.

NEVER "sneaked" an enema as a kid. There wasn't any reason to do that.

Mom gave me all the enemas I could take. I always considered that to be her job.

C.

Sure did. Lots of them.

My baths took longer then.

I asked my wife and she never did that. If she felt "plugged up" or had an unpleasantly hard stool she would ask her mom to give her an enema because that was the thing to do. Only when her mom had taught her how to do it did she do it herself.

Yes, of course the occasional enema I needed and got from mom was not enough. In between those I was sneaking more with the bulb in the bathtub.

By time I was twelve or thirteen mom felt I was plenty old enough to stay home alone when she went shopping or to an appointment and I got caught in the middle of one when she came home earlier than I expected. From then on she knew I was giving myself enemas, but I was still sneaking enemas between those she knew about because I did not want her to know how often I was actually doing it. This was a time of experimentation with different volumes and masturbation before, during, or after. I also introduced my high school bff to the enema when she showed interest in them but had never had one before.

Then there were a few with my sister when mom and dad were out for the evening, including the infamous red wine enema that did not end well. I think by then mom was regretting the day she first gave me an enema for healthful reasons, because I took it way beyond that.

I never needed to sneak enemas. My dad would give me one whenever I needed or asked for it. As I got older I did many on my own because it was quicker than asking and waiting. Sometimes my dad would walk into the bathroom, see me plugged in, then turn around and walk out.

Before puberty, I spent many hours in the bathroom as mom's enema playmate. I always looked forward to those special times with her and I could tell by her playfulness while giving me an enema that she was benefitting in some way from the situation. I remember always having an erection and often encouraging her by faking constipation. So she knew that I was developing an enema affection. But as long as there was only an erection, a sexual connection was dismissed. Even male babies have erections.

After puberty, enema orgasms ended my role as an enema playmate. She obviously was uncomfortable knowing that I was developing a sexual relationship regardless of whether it was with her or the enemas or both.

That's when I began sneaking her enema bag, at least at that time I thought I was sneaking it. Looking back now, she must have known. The bag was put away wet. The tubing and nozzle were not stored in the same locations as she left them. The old metal open or closed shut-off leaked in the closed position so I put a piece of cardboard under it to make it squeeze more tightly closed........I did not remove this. But, she never mentioned anything.

As I posted earlier, even though I hated the enemas I got as a young child, at about age thirteen curiosity got the best of me and one day while I was left alone at home I got out the bulb syringe and used it on myself. I don't know what changed but after that I was hooked. Whenever I had the opportunity I would get out the syringe and give myself an enema. If they were only going to be gone for a short time I would fill the bathroom sink, which was in reach of the toilet, with soapy water and squirt a few bulbs full up my butt while sitting on the toilet. After expelling and giving myself a few more of plain water to rinse out I would dry the syringe and carefully put it back into the medicine cabinet before they came home. If I knew they were going to be away for a longer time I would lay a towel on the bathroom floor and mix up a bowl full of Ivory soapsuds and place it by the towel. I would get the bulb syringe from the cabinet, lubricate the nozzle, lay down on the towel and give myself a proper enema. I would use the syringe on myself until I absolutely couldn't hold it any longer and jump up onto the toilet and expel the soapy water. Then I would lay back down on the towel and continue syringing myself until the bowl was empty. I'd hold the rest of the solution as long as I could before jumping on the toilet and expelling it. Filling the bowl with plain water, I would lay back down and use the syringe on myself again to rinse out my bowels, holding all I could before expelling one last time. Then I would dry the bowl and syringe and put everything away, being careful to put it back exactly as it was so as to not be found out. As many times as I did this it's amazing I was never caught. I couldn't even give an estimate of how many enemas I gave myself, but it's a wonder I didn't wear out that syringe. It was the beginning of a fetish that still exists today.

By the time I got to the 8th or 9th grade, I would fake being sick on occasion so that I could stay home and give myself enemas for a good part of the day. I was raised by a single Mom (divorced), and so she would be at work all day, and my older sister was in school for the day. Fortunately, neither came home during the days I would stay home and "enjoy" myself.

I would slip into the bathroom for a quick and covert Fleet bottle or two when other family members were occupied to a leve I felt assured enough privacy. I nearly always waited until I was alone in the house to partake in any enema play with the bag. It took so much longer and the equipment was quite obvious. I did not want to risk being caught in the act. The thought of the embarrassment of being found out and having to explain myself was both terrifying and titilating to my pubescent mind.

Never had to when I was younger, but when I started entering puberty and discovered the arousing feelings that I got from enemas, I began sneaking them whenever I could and with whatever I could find to do it! If I was a good distance from the bathroom, I would find something to plug myself to keep from expelling on the way to the toilet.

I would sneak enemas when I was kid quite often. I did get caught a few times, however.

Bill

@wildbill ... what would happen when you got caught?

Too much temptation seeing my mother's Davol amber latex travel syringe hanging over shower head. As a teen I frequently used her syringe when everyone was gone. When we moved in my late teens my bathroom was on the first floor and as luck would have it B.F . Goodrich combination syringe was stored in the linen closet in my bathroom. I took very long, long showers. I must have used it 3 or 4 times per week

I was 'sneaking' enemas in my late 20's and my mother and father came home from town earlier than expected and I think that they were more embarrised than me. Not a word spoken, mum just closed the door and I know that they gave themselves enemas and it was accepted . Regards, irrigator333.

I'm now convinced, being a parent myself, that my father, who raised me as a single parent, had developed a sort of "sixth sense" of when I was seriously thinking about sneaking an enema.

One thing we talked about was how HIS mother was totally against enemas, at least for boys, and the family he grew up in was all boys. He therefore had to sneak EVERY enema he took until he had his own place in his 20s Even hand-crafted his own nozzle once.

One thing that was made clear was that I was never going to have to sneak an enema! If I felt like I just wanted one, even if it was not really "needed" he was only going to say no if he though it was too dangerous. Such as if I had had a 2qt or similar enema in the last month or so. Didn't want me doing them too frequently. Told me that he was convinced that what my Mom was doing before she left was dangerous. He said he was surprised he didn't find her quickly because she would have been "too ragged out" as he put it from over use of enemas to get very far that first 24-36 hours!!

I snuck. No choice

I snuck a few as a kid growing up. I didn't have access to a bad and all, but I did have a short length of rubber hose which I could fit in the sink faucet, adjust the temp and flow, and give myself a nice enema. I was 13 or 14 when I started doing this. Loved the hard-on.

I received my one and only enema in 1943 at the tender age of five. Doctor ordered it, maternal grandmother gave it to me and I loved the total experience. Around age nine in 1947 I remembered that experience and wanted to feel it again. Complete story posted today at "When did you realize enemas turned you on?" At age nine I began talking them in the tub... See complete story mentioned above to learn how I did that. At age 12 I was old enough to stay at home alone for a few hours and started to take enemas with my mother's Sojourn folding travel bag. Had two to four hours every two weeks to have fun taking them. I tried at that time to make enema friends; however, two of my best friends one said that he had no idea what one was, and the other told me that his mother used soap sticks to make him go and that he had never had an enema. When my wife and I were married I lived two floors above work in the same building in which I worked, and many a lunch hour was spent in my apartment doing enemas. I still try to do a series a couple of times a week, and I've tried most of the common solutions. With the exception of wine enemas, and have only tried one wine enema, I've never had an enema that I didn't love.

Now again looking for enema friends.

Frank

Yes, of course I snuck enemas as a kid. And it didn't take long to get caught doing it.

I was becoming quite aware that I liked the enemas mom gave me. I didn't get a lot of them, but when I did, the drill was drop pants and bend over with my hands on the edge of the tub. Mom would spread my cheeks with one hand while inserting the bulb and squeezing it in with the other. She would refill the bulb from warm water in the sink. After a couple of squirts, she would set the bulb on the edge of the sink and leave the room, saying she would clean up when I was finished on the toilet.

I really liked the feel of the water going in my ass. One time as I sat there letting the enema out I became aware of the bulb still sitting there on the sink. The temptation was just too great. I refilled the bulb from the leftover water in the sink and squeezed it into my ass. And again. I let that water out and did it again. About that time mom comes back to see if I was finished on the toilet, and there I was bulb in hand, nowhere to hide. She mumbled something like, "Oh, I thought you were done." and left, closing the door.

I let that water out and as I left the bathroom I was scared that I was in trouble, but she never said a word. But it was the last time she ever offered to give me an enema. I guess she figured I knew how to do it if I needed one. From then on whenever mom and dad would leave me home for a few hours I would give myself a couple of small enemas. Sometimes the bulb went into the bathtub with me. I am sure she knew I was doing it sometimes, but I hope not as often as I actually was.

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I myself started sneaking enemas when I was 11 yrs old. It was kind of hard to do because there was always someone home, I would wait until my Mom and Gram would go out shopping and take my little brother with them. My 2 older brothers usually stayed out late so I had my time for some fun. Since the bag hung on the bathroom door I didn't have to search for it, and I think it was just a thrill to do this and not get caught, because every time I heard a noise my heart and stomach would flutter just thinking is someone home am I going to get caught red handed. What would happen if I got caught? I never did though so after using the bag I would dry it off real good so there was no knowing it had been used lately and hang it back on the door again. 😃

Of course I did, but not until I was a teenager. Before that I would use a rectal thermometer or something else of a similar shape for rectal stimulation. I never got caught in the act of actually doing an enema, but my mom got suspicious. I probably didn't clean the nozzle good enough or left something out of place when I put stuff away. One day she asked me if I was feeling well and I replied that I was fine' and why did she ask. Then she said she noticed someone had used thee enema bag and she knew it wasn't her or my dad. I confessed that I was constipated and was embarrassed to ask for help. She said there was no need to be embarrassed and that she was glad that I took care of the problem. Then she said to ask her if I ever had any questions about the use of enemas, because she said there were several different recipes and positions to use. I told her I would.

I started sneaking enemas in the when i was about 11. Discovered masturbation and orgasm when having enema sessions. Like to dress up in lingerie and still have sessions.

Around the age of 6 years old, received my first enema. The Nozzle was what got my attention. I thought it was huge. After that, I'm would sneak an enema whenever I could. It became a lifelong passion.

When I was very young and all I could come up with in terms of equipment was the hose and nozzle, I would rinse out an old paper milk carton and punch a hold in the bottom to push the hose into. Crimped the hose and leaked some, but when you're desperate for an enema most anything will do. Yes, these enemas were very much sneaked, hi-hi! Lately, I've been sneaking just a single 3H enema in the morning when my wife is still asleep or doing something I think will occupy her for just a short time. She was downstairs this morning while I was taking mine and probably thought I was self administering but recently she has not seemed to make a big issue out of why I was in the bathroom or inquiring as to whether or not I've just been taking an enema. I think (hope) she is becoming more tolerant of my need for enemas. Needs sometimes that are just to powerful to ignore and require immediate consummation, requiring the "sneeked" enema, catch as catch can. So, as kid or adult, sneeked enemas have been and will always continue to be a part of my life.

I didnt have to sneak ,my uncle gve me enemas whenever i wanted

I was also fascinated by them, so on the occasion that I was able to sneak them by myself as a kid, I would do it. I remember filling drinking glasses with soapy water and giving myself enemas with the bulb that I was used on me when I was younger. I was probably in my early teens and had just started to be left home all by myself. I would only do it if I knew I would not be interrupted, which is still how I feel today.

I remember at some point, my mom cleaned out the bathroom where that little red enema bulb from my childhood was kept. It wasn't being used on me anymore unless I used it myself. I remember several boxes or ramdom bathroom stuff being put together to be thrown away and the little bulb was sitting right in there with that stuff. When no one was looking, I remember looking at it and feeling conflicted about it being thrown away. I could have easily took it and saved it from the trash, but for some reason I didn't. I think back on it now and wish I would have kept it.

I've not posted on this thread before, but on reflection, I actually did do this a few times. I had discovered masturbation and orgasms during one night in 9th grade, age 15, in the tub. Also, my mom had an amber latex douche+enema bag hanging in my parents' bathroom for many years. My guess was she used it for douching (1960's) but she had both standard nozzles in the setup. I loved the strong rubber/latex aroma from her bag, which was hard to miss even though it hung behind the bathroom door. So, one day during summer vacation after 9th grade when I was alone in the house, I laid naked on the parents' queen bed, smelled and rubbed the rubber bag all over me, and pushed the douche nozzle in my rear with a lot of saliva, which I instantly loved. If any, I never got many enemas growing up, but my mom the RN used rectal temperatures quite a bit on us, which I really liked. A few days later, I started giving myself very small enemas, maybe 8 oz = 1 cup US, and quickly increased the volume so that by the next week or so, I was giving myself full-bag enemas, probably 1.5-2 quarts. I kept doing that about every chance I could get when I knew I'd be alone, so mostly during the summer vacations at age 15-18. My enemas, of whatever size, always resulted in almost instant erections and wonderful orgasms. I had to be careful about aiming+shooting+catching the semen without a condom, since I didn't want to have to explain any odd stains on the bed comforter. After a while, especially after moving up to larger volumes of water, I moved over to do most if not all of them on the soft rug on the parents' bathroom floor. I never heard a word about any of it, including wet enema bags, nozzle storage, or extra usage of lots of Kleenex in their bathroom. I'll always wonder if mom knew what I was doing while she was at work all those summer days. Great memories.

Eric

My grandmother died when I was eleven years old. She was in charge of apply enemas until then. One Sunday when my parents left the house I told the housemaid that I felt bad and she applied me an enema. I was very excited and I did a lot of positions to receive the enema.

When my parents came at home, the housemaid told them that I had felt sick and I had ordered an enema. My mother was very worried but my father looked at me quizzically and he did not tell me anything. I felt so shameful. I knew my father had not believed that I was sick.

From that moment, I gave myself sneaking enemas.

That was until came another housemaid, but that's another story. 🙄