Sneaking Enemas as a Kid

I too played with enemas when home alone after getting a few as a younger child. What added to my use was a section in the Consumer Reports book on home health care section on constipation that stated "it is better to stimulate the bottom 8 inches of large intestine, than to irritate the whole system with oral laxatives." I've always remembered this and avoided oral laxatives.

Started sneeking enemas by age 7, I am now 75. I would wait until my parents were out, then use

my mother's folding syringe. Couldn't take the whole two quarts, it took until age 13 to be able to hold a whole bagful. Was never caught but had some close calls.

I had other methods of enemizing on the sly. I used a plastic squeeze bottle as a bulb syringe. It didn't hold more than 8 oz but it worked. When my parents were gone, I used their stall shower. It had beyond the overhead spray, 8 nozzles that sprayed from the side. I would take the head of the nozzle nearest my butt and pop the 1 inch or sall ball of the fixture into me. I could vary the pressure and temperature and sometimes just did a continuous flow for 10 or 15 minutes. On one of these occassions, about age 14 I had the strangest feelings in my genitals and then my penis got rigid, started spasming and gooey white stuff shot out: that it my first orgasm was enema related.

My first wife was and my thrid wife is enema tolerant. The first one, after initial reluctance, came to love enemas. I think she and her sister played enema games as children. She liked very much to be filled with 2 or 3 soapy warm quarts and be eaten to orgasm while taking. Then we would have sex with her holding, sometimes vaginal and sometimes anal, always on a towel and rubber sheet. See the story "Loving the Punishment" which is a largely true recounting of our experience. My present wife enjoys giving but not taking. Thus I have to suffer and take enemas, sometimes quite large, while we're having sex. The more she can get in me, the harder she comes.

Sorrowfully my second wife was enema phobic due to early public enema abuse by her mother. She For the 20 years we were together it was surriptitious enema time again. Managed once or twice a week, while she was out, to gent a few in. Later in the relationp, I'd tell her my stomach was upset and spend an hour in the lav: we never talked about it but I think she at some level knew what was happening. Paradoxically, she liked anal sex.

Both my first and second wives succumbed to illness after 20 years of marriage. Our present marriage is 11 years young and going strong.

Enemas then have been a big part of my life for 68 years: and a big part of my sexuality.

They're still fun, often sexy and I think quite healthy. Maybe I should take a few bags today.

RPW; Great telling of a good part of your life! Karma for you!

I remember being in school and being so distracted and aroused thinking about how I would be giving myself an enema as soon as I got home.I never got caught and always was careful to try putting everything back the way I got it.I did this very often so I assume there was no way they did not know what I was doing vanishing off to the bathroom for long periods of time.I remember thinking I would be caught any time that the metal hose clamp knocked against the door.

Its strange how I remember so clearly that noise even though that was so long ago.The bag was always on the hook on the bathroom door.I actually just thought of this recently because im moving soon and the bathroom of the house im going to move into has no hook on the door so im gonna have to solve that problem soon cause to this day the back of the door is where I hang the bag most of the time if im gonna give myself an enema in the bathroom.

I never missed the chance to sneak an enema (red Davol bag) as a kid. Once barely got the bag back in the linen closet before mom walked in. I was maybe 15 when she spent a week in the hospital (hysterectomy). My older bro was in college, and my father didn't get home from work until after 5. So: every day for a week, guess what happened after school? I probably should have been chasing cheerleaders, but instead opted for the daily enema bag treatment. A very happy week all around.

When I was alone I would get out the bulb syringe and give myself an enema. There were a few close calls when the parents came home earlier than expected, but I never got caught.

OK, OK, I'll own up to it! Yes, I did sneak enemas on a few.... OK a lot of occasions! OK, whenever I got the chance! When I was about 11 or 12 I had to spend the night at one of my mother's friend's house. I found a big, back hard rubber douche nozzle in a draw in the bed side night table. It seemed so lonely I decided it needed company. I spit on it several times got into bed and carefully inserted in into my rectum. I fell asleep dreaming of being over my aunts lap!

When I was a child, my mother gave me enemas, which at the time I dreaded and hated. At the age of about 12 or 13, I realized that enemas got me sexually aroused, although I probably did not understand all of it at the time. After that, I took advantage of any opportunity when I was home alone to go to the bathroom, get out the enemas bag, and take a good one. At the time, I never told anyone and would have been mortified to be discovered. I was sure I was the only one in the world who was so weird that I liked enemas. I finally purchased my own enema kit after I was a married adult.

I think it's really rare that an enema lover didn't do a little exploring at an early age. I was no different. My childhood friend from across the street and I did a little experimentation around age 11 or 12 when puberty was just beginning but we had no idea what it meant....and, no, we had not had "the talk" yet.

She was far more experienced when it came to enemas than I was and told me how they made her "tickle" down there. I'd only received enemas when I was sick and had a difficult time linking them with anything remotely pleasurable. But I was willing to try...it seemed innocent enough! At her house the enema bag hung on the back of the bathroom door, so access was easy. That's where my initiation would occur. Since I had never had an enema from a bag before (my mom used the trusty bulb) I asked what it would feel like. My friend said it felt similar to the "tickle" you get going over the top on a ferris wheel. That sounded like fun!

The bag was filled, the douche nozzle inserted into my rectum, the clamp was released and the rest is history! It was indeed like going over the top of the ferris wheel and then some. Weak kneed and trembling with an electricity I had never felt, I was hooked. From that point on, I began sneaking enemas at home any time I was left alone. What once started as simple childhood exploration has turned into a lifelong pleasure-seeking adventure!

Have fun and play safe!!

Debbi

I sneaked a try-out of my stepmother's equipment in my early teens, the fantastic sensation of good feeling never left me, and I have been an addict ever since.

Charlie, I too started this way, with just the nozzle, and would sneak clear bic pens, and yellow pencils, and a glob of vaseline in a napkin, and keep under my pillow until I was sent to bed, then the fun started, it was all pretend at that time, as it all escolated to using a flashlight, and mirror under my blanket to actually see the insertions. This ia all so clear to me, still.

My earliest memories were of the enemas given whether I thought I needed it or not and actually hating the things. Bulbs rammed into me. I got my last one at about 9. Then at about 13 I was visiting a neighbor and when I used the bathroom there was a bag hanging on the back of the door. I must have said something about it because we got into a conversation and eventually he let me give him an enema and then he gave me one and then we jacked off. I learned there was really nothing to it and given that puberty had set it it was a great way to get off. I think we traded enemas now and then until we were almost out of high school. There was a lot of sneaking around and trying to find the time and place. Once we did them in a corn field behind his house because we really wanted to do it but everyone was home. I still don't know how he got that bag out of his house for us and then back in again. It's a wonder we were never caught. I know when I went to one college and he to another I kept looking for an enema..

I thought just about everyone did this. I was so afraid of being caught that I only sneaked them when the bag was already out drying. Since my mother had a medical condition that caused her to take enemas every couple of weeks or so, the only problem was combining the availability of the equipment with being home alone.

When I was a sub teen kid, an enema bag was stored on a hanger in the linen closet just outside the bathroom door. I used it for fun whenever I was home alone. While I did replace it in the closet after each use, it wasn't always completely dry and close inspection would reveal recent use. One time my mother went to the linen closet shortly after one of my sessions and I am sure that she noticed but never said anything.

While my sis (6 yrs older) never had to sneak, we would claim not being able to go, mostly by me. Mom would tell sis to give me an enema after school while we were home alone. It was sis who really wanted the enemas. She would take hers first with me there talking with her and looking. Than she would give me an enema followed with another for her. She was the one sneaking the enemas and we never had to lie to mom about me getting an enema. This practice resulted in me giving her enemas when I was 10.

At age 10 i was in hospital. And there it happend that i could sneak on a girl who gets an enema.

I think that was the moment when my interest in enemas started

Oh yeah! Beginning about age 13 or 14.

I snuck them because I liked to be alone. I don't know if I was embarrassed as much as I just really disliked the company of others in the bathroom.

In addition to sneaking enemas at home when I had the opportunity, I discovered that the enema kit my Aunt and Uncle had contained a nice long colon tube in it. Yes, when no one was at home, I sure did enjoy lubing up that colon tube with Vaseline and sliding it up my butt, and giving myself a nice warm water enema. Of course, I was always very careful to clean it up well, dry it off, and put it away before anyone returned home......and as they say: "none were the wiser". I often wondered if they were into enemas for therupeutic reasons, or enjoyed them for sexual stimulation, as I do today. It's just not a question you ask your Aunt & Uncle as a young teenager.

Started sneaking enemas at about age 8. My parents would go out virtually every Friday and Saturday night. The babysitter was my grandfather who would fall asleep after my younger went to sleep. So by 9 pm the bathroom (a one bathroom house) was all mine. I would do enemas for the next 2 hours using the 2 quart latex bag that always hung over the towel rack at the rear of the shower. This would go on for the next 6 years.

Then we moved. Sneaking enemas got more difficult then... my brothers got older (didn't go to bed as early), my parents had a master bedroom suite so the enema equipment was kept in there.

Spent weekends with aunt who would come get me to do yard work on Saturdays. I was 10 and it continued until I was 15 She would leave for most of the day to shop or do whatever. I would race through mowing, edging, trimming and raking. My favorite part of that day was using the large hot shower stall to clean up after i finished. I discovered her enema bag and an assortment of nozzles along with a large diameter curved black nozzle with a very big red bulb located in a corner towel closet. I could fill the bag and lay on a bench in the steaming shower letting the full bag fill me up. This would happen 3 or 4 times during the long shower sessions I would also play with the curved large nozzle if it was really lubed with Vaseline. There was large flared cuff on the bulb. I found I could insert the bulb all the way in my rectum to the cuff and then sit slowly on the bulb with it filling me as it deflated. I don't think she ever found out because I was always careful to make sure that I put those things up exactly as I found them.

After all of this, I was pretty much wiped out. for the rest of the day.

I got a lot of enemas from my beloved mom,she always put me on a rubbersheet and gave me sometimes suppositories very deep putting the finger in my rectum,She was sometimes wearing a soft and nice brown natural rubber-apron,later as a child I maturbated always with her apron on the rubbersheet

Early in the week when I was in my middle school Mom told me that she and Dad were going to a dinner/dance Saturday night. I knew that I would be home alone so I spent the rest of the week planning my enema session for when they were gone. I had my dinner and went to the bathroom and took my first enema. I had the full can in my Left hand and the red hose black nozzle in my right for the second enema when Dad came into the bathroom. He saw what was happening brushed by me went to the medicine cabinet took something out and left the bathroom. On his way out of the bathroom he closed the door went into the kitchen ran some water then drove back to the dance. I sat on the edge of the bathtube still holding the full can and shook for a while. I then said to my self "What the heck" got up and took my second enema and a couple more. Dad never mentioned the event ever.

It is hard to remember when I snuck my first enema. I was around 7 years old and I was afraid to be caught using my mother's enema bag. I was a creative child and I would sneak the black enema nozzle into the bathroom. I used plastic sandwich bags and rubber bands and filled myself several times. I had no idea what real sex was about. All that I knew was that I loved everything about an enema. I still complained every time my mom told me that I needed an enema. The loving and hating of getting an enema was beyond my comprehension. The first time I went into my mother's bathroom and looked at her white enema bag and long hose I nearly had an orgasm I was so excited that my whole body tingled and radiated from my asshole. I wanted an enema so very bad but was afraid to get caught. It took me awhile to get up the nerve. The first time I used the. White bag if I knew have how to jerk off I surely would have. I could feel every inch of the nozzle and every drop of water pouring up my asshole. The feeling was so incredible that I will never forget those early enemas. I don't remember every enema that I took but some of them are still vivid in my memory. I remember pumpkin bags travel bags just about every bag that was ever made.

I would sneak enemas almost any chance that I could get. The infant size bulb was hidden behind a stack of towels in the linen cupboard just across the hall from the bathroom. It was always kept in the same cardboard carton it came in which meant that over the years the paper got old. The jar of Vaseline was on the shelf nearby and I'd just swirl the tip of the bulb in it before scooting back to the bathroom. I liked the feeling of keeping my pants on. I guess it felt naughtier to just pull them down and lay on the floor with only my butt naked. I probably started playing with enemas when I was 10. The enema bag hung from a hook in the same linen cupboard and had a wide douche nozzle on it. When I was 10 it wouldn't fit in my butt hole...by the time I was 12 or 13 I managed to get that one in there so I could use the bag. I never got caught, but there were a few quick and naked "runs" across the hall to get the equipment back in place before mum came up the stairs to check on me. When puberty hit I found that having an enema before I masturbated added to the fun...after that things got even better.

I also got started with a small infant enema bulb when I was 11 or so. When no one else was home, I would stand at the sink and fill the bulb, and myself, over and over. I kept count and I would usually get up to about 20 bulbs full, sometimes more. I'd also add a few bulbs of air in between the water because I loved the feeling of my stomach bubbling and gurgling. That always made it noisy to let out!

Like almost everyone else, I hated enemas as a little boy, but began to love them as I got a little older. By the time I was a teenager, I was into sneaking enemas whenever the opportunity arose. One night when I was 15 or 16, I was spending a Friday night at a friend's house. As usual among boys that age, jacking off was a frequent topic of conversation and comparing notes. During one such conversatiuon when we were in bed in his room supposedly going to sleep, he unexpectedly asked me if I ever got enemas. I said "yes" and of course asked if he did too. He said yes and the conversation evolved into the fact that we both enjoyed giving ourselves enemas as often as possible. He then said he always got really hard when he took an enema and always jacked off and asked if I did too. I told him "always."

We were going to spend most of the next day together and he said his dad had to work at his store and that his mom, who was a nurse, would be on duty at the hospital from early morning to around 3 p.m. He was an only child. He then suggested we use our time alone at his house to give each other enemas. I eagerly agreed. I had never had an enema from anyone other than my mother, and the thought of sharing enemas with my friend really excited me. So we spent the next morning giving each other enemas and masturbating. We each got three full bag enemas and by the time we had to quit before his mom came home, we were utterly exhausted.

We repeated this adventure a dozen times over the next couple of years before we graduated from high school and went off to different colleges. Unfortunately, he is the only one I have ever had the opportunity to share enemas with. I often think of him wistfully when I am giving myself an enema, remembering the excitment and fun we shared on those few occasions.

I always sneaked enemas at my grandma's house. She was in her 70s, and not so spry, so I could hear her coming up the stairs and would avoid being caught. Of course, she hated coming up the stairs unnnecessarily anyway. The upstairs bedroom had a vanity with a large mirror opposite the bed. I gave myself plenty of enemas in front of that mirror, with the bulb and the bag. Of course, I soon figured out that I prefer someone to give me enemas versus the solo ones.

Often used to sneak enemas when my parents were out. Had to improvise for equipment using empty bottles etc. Also used to take suppositories from the small box in the medicine cabinet, but worried that they would notice there were some missing.

I didn't sneak enemas very often, but since I really enjoyed anal stimulation I would often use the enema nozzle to insert in my ass while masturbating in the bathroom.