Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

Used to wait till house was empty and them get moms bag and fill it and hang it on the hook in the ceiling total give away when the hook pulled out of the ceiling

Imassagesensual, did you have to explain this phenomena? If so, how did you do it?

I NEVER needed to sneak an enema,because MY mommy and grandmother believed that I needed at least 1 per week.It all started for me when I was about 8 years old.They ALWAYS used the disposable FLEET types in the beginning,then when I was older switched me to an ENEMA can and hose and nozzle.I loved the FULL feeling after the can emptied into me,but I couldn't take the whole can until starting with it for about 2 months,so my mommy tells me!

I was never given enemas growing up. When I started using them at age 15 I thought the use of enemas made me strange or weird in some way. I would sneak in an enema as often as I could, typically when everyone else was out of the house running errands or something.

I never got caught as a kid growing up although as an adult a couple of friends/family have seen my enema equipment left out in the bathroom over the years, but now I don't see it as such a big deal.

Whenever I got the chance!! Never got caught and as far as I know I was not suspect. Came close a few times.

Tried many times and only got caught twice that i remember.

It makes me smile to read about so many of you sneaking enemas when you were a child. When I was younger, Mom gave me enemas usually when I had the stomach flu. But as I got older, she stopped; so I began sneaking them. I never got caught, but I am surprised now, as many times I would put the bag back in the cupboard wet. Thankfully now I have an understanding partner; so no more sneaking!

It's interesting to read these comments and realize how much we have in common... and just think of all who don't know about this website or are just very secretive. Well anyway, I was given enemas fairly often starting about age 5 , as best I can remember. I don't think I received any after about age 11 or 12. Yup! I received enough treatments to pick up the desire and used to sneak the family enema bag whenever I was home alone. I don't remember ever being discovered, but I doubt that there would have been any repercussions.

Buster

I used to use the good ol bulb that was in the bathroom! never got caught but came close a few times! >😄

At age 5 or 6 used little red bulb every Fri night with Mr Bubbles bath while taking bath

How many of us discovered the old style Prell shampoo tube to be a fun item to have in the shower? I would use the empty, or nearly empty squeezable tube, fill it up in the shower while I was showering, and press it against my anus and then squeeze. I often wonder how I figured out how to do this. I instinctively knew what to do to 'feel good'. I don't think I was constipated, just anal-erotic from an early age. I have been in therapy for several years for other reasons and there has never been any notion of child abuse and I do not recall having enemas when I was child so how did this all come about? I guess that answer isn't as important as the fact that this is who I am now.

I have no shame regarding this activities or feelings, but I do feel the need for privacy and patience. I like 'quiet time.'

My mom used to keep a disposable colonic in the bathroom under the sink. I didn't know what it was at the time but if I had I would have experimented with it.

My Mother gave me enemas from as early as I can remember. I think I got several of them a year whenever I was ill or if my Mother thought I had not had a bowel movement often enough. I hated it then.

At about age 13, I dreamed one night that a girl I knew who was 3 or 4 years older than I was giving me an enema and it was feeling very very good! From that day on, I think I sneaked a self administered enema using the family enema equipment any time I was home alone long enough to pull it off. Interestingly, my Mother discontinued giving me enemas when I reached puberty even though there were a few instances when an enema might have been justified. I think she was embarressed to do something that intimate to me when I started to mature.

I kept up the self administered enemas at home all through my high school and even college years whenever I had the opportunity. I was very careful and was never caught.

Mom took them often. when left alone, I would always check her bathroom to see if the equipment was out drying. would often use it when found.

The sad thing that I relize now is that if I had asked for one and to give it to myself, she would in no doubt have fixed it for me. Probably after that just said if I felt I needed one to just do it. So much knowledge too late. Was afraid she would guess that I liked them maybe.

My earlier enemas from my mom made me very anally oriented. The idea of my anus being an entry point made me very very curious. From an early age, before any sexual thoughts or ideas I had an interest in my anus. I remember being in bed and casually reaching down to rub or lightly probe my anus. As I got older my exploration increased. I would sneak the enema box from our hall closet and just look at it. I wondered who had devised such a devious implement. My testicles would draw up inside from the sense of nervousness that would envelope me. I moved on to inserting just the nozzles and then on to trying soap stickes befroe taking my first enema which was after my mom had stopped. I was 14.

For me it started in the early phases of puberty, secretly trying out my stepmother's equipment. From then on I have secretly been enjoying the "game". I was never given an enema in childhood.

When I was in high school, I made it a ritual to have an enema on Fridays after I came home from school or on Saturday mornings when my mother and sister would go grocery shopping and my dad was at work. I guess that I was lucky in never getting caught!

The comments from moms_enemas below reminds me that I also enjoyed anal penetration after puberty. I would go into the bathroom, lock the door, and insert the enema nozzle just to enjoy the feeling. I think I also played with other objects like pens, etc. which were more readily available and could be used any time I had privacy.

I started to self administer at about age eight. My mother had given me enemas from the time that I was a toddler. She used a four ounce infant bulb stored was stored inside a tea cup. The tea cup was used to mix the elixir of mineral oil and Ivory soap. She then filled the bulb from the tea cup and then emptied the bulb into me. This ritual was a routine until I was nine when she started turning the cup and bulb procedure on my two siblings. She also started giving my colonic needs less attention. By then, I had learned to really enjoy the enemas and feigned constipation to have her give me one.

The cup and bulb were kept in the medicine cabinet on the left end of the bottom shelf. My desire to have my enemas kept growing along with my curiosity about the apparent taboo until at about age nine I started squeezing that little bulb myself.

I don't know if I was ever found out but no mention of my activity was ever made. After all, what kid at age nine gives himself enemas?

Later on, I went home for a visit when I was about thirty one or two

and my mother walked in on me to find my bag hanging from the shower

curtain rod. Then I knew that she knew!

Take your enemas at an enjoyable pace because it's an enema and not a race!

73

Bill/K2MMW

I did sneak them. My mom usually left her enema bag, a 2 quart with open top hanging on a hook in the bathroom. She took an enema almost every day and for some strange reason left the bathroom door. Her house dress covered most of her nakedness. Anyway, if she left me home for any reason, I would rush in an fill myself up.

As often as i could LOL. but i did get caught twice so it was not an easy task :/

The fun thing to observe is that I did the same thing as the most of you. Living in Norway, born in 1943, I got enemas from my mother with a read bulb, like the most of you. I think it started when I was 3,but may be before? When I was about 8 I started to do it my self with the same bulb, sneaking of course, very often. I loved it. At this age, I can remember my mother started giving enemas to my younger brother,from only 1,5 years, and many times I was in the room, lokking at them. Very exciting for me and it gave me inspiration about it. 3 years later I started using a white can with a black hose and a glas-nozzle. I am sure my mother observed my activity, in differnt ways, but she did never say anything. I have been taking enemas all my life,today 69 years, I take 5-6 quarts every morning. The hole prsedure takes me half an hour. It is one of my most importened things in my life. My whife knows everything ebout it, and I have a lot of equipments. My big silicone-bag always is henging clare for use in our bath-room. Heaven can wait!

After getting enema after enema and almost getting to see my very voluptuous female cousin get an enema, it became very erotic. So, when my parents were out, the standard red bag was always kept in the linen closet -- so I would get it out and give myself an enema or two, then make sure all the water was dried out before putting it back.

A male cousin found a bulb enema in our grandparents medicine cabinet at their lake cottage, and wanted me to give me one on his back with legs up like a baby. we were about 12 or 13, so it didn't seem out of the ordinary -- I always gave to me. We did it at night when everyone was asleep -- can't imagine the grief if we got caught - we never did!

I hated getting enemas as a kid. Wouldn't have dreamed of sneaking them myself.

Yes I remember sneaking them. And unfortunately I was too young to know how to not get caught. I didn't get to many enemas after about 6th grade so I has to find a way to self administer until I was around 25 when I got them for a few years from my first wife.

I didn't get a lot of them as a kid, but like many of you, by time I was a young teenager I realized there was more to it than just making you shit. Whether coincidence or what, my mom stopped giving me enemas about the time I started liking them so I had to continue on my own. I never got "caught" directly, but she probably figured out what was going on. Like, why is this thing always wet? So the enema syringe disappeared from the bathroom.

Like some of the others desperate for that warm water in the ass, I had to resort to various squeeze bottles and things until I moved out and was able to buy my own stuff.

I never got caught in flagrante delicto (nozzle in bottom in this setting), so to speak, but came close a couple of times. I only recall a few enemas from my mom when small, but by the time I was eight and found the Sears equipment in the hall cupboard I was totally committed to giving myself an enema whenever possible. Usually when my mom left to go to the store and my younger brother was somewhere else. But on at least a couple of times mom came home early and I had to move fast to put everything away. Some close calls and maybe she suspected, but never said anything. There were a few times when my brother was six to eight years old (four years younger than me) that I pursuaded him to let me give him an enema. Now that was fun! And he never told -- a real good sport.

When I was around 11, mom walked into the bathroom to find me pants off, bulb in hand, and water in the sink. No way to convince anyone it isn't what it looks like. And I was too stunned to say anything anyway. I was surprised when she didn't yell at me but calmly left the room saying she didn't realize the bathroom was occupied. I expected her to say something later but she never did. But she stopped giving me enemas so I started sneaking them when I could. Not that she would be mad if she knew I did it once in a while, but she would have been concerned if she knew how often I did it.

I can't remember the age at which my dread of enemas began to turn into a fascination and love of them.... had to be as I approached puberty ...

For me it began with the thought of how much I disliked having the large nozzle inserted into me - so much so that that's what I began sneaking when the house empty to recreate that feeling with the nozzle.

It was a strange kind of excitement - of disliking the feeling so much that I had to try it and play with it! At first it was just the nozzle, but soon I wanted to see the nozzle connected to the empty red open-top bag.

So whenever the house was empty, I get out the enema bag and simply use it with nothing in the bag.

Of course it was too long before I began filling the bag a bit and playing with that, but did not actually release the clip... I didn't begin doing that till after many months and perhaps a year later, an no sooner after releasing the clip would I pop my cork and lose interest. So, I was really getting an enema at that point.

I used to like to stand up on something and look at myself in the bathroom mirror ...

Funny - one time while doing this my Aunt telephoned our house out of the blue (she lived some 10 miles away) and asked me what I was doing! No way could she know what I was really doing - or could she, I wondered! It really set me back a bit...

I was about thirteen when I worked up the nerve to act on my curiosity. I hated the enemas that I got when I was little and was happy when they stopped, but somehow I was fascinated by them. I guess I wanted to know if they were as bad as I remembered. One time when I was left alone in the house I decided it was time to act on my thoughts. I filled the sink with soapy water and got the bulb syringe from the medicine cabinet. After lubing the nozzle I filled the syringe and as my hand trembled I slipped the nozzle up my butt. Taking a deep breath I squeezed the bulb like my mother used to do. As the soapy water squirted up into me, the memories of my childhood came rushing back, only this time I found the feeling exciting. After using the syringe on myself a few more times I sat on the toilet and let it gush out of me. Been hooked on enemas ever since. Repeated this quite a few times when I was home alone and luckily never got caught.