If you could go back in time what age would you be?

If you could go back in time to the Golden Age when you were getting enemas as a child, what age would want to be?

For me, I think I would be 10. I was well versed in enemas by then, and I was totallly, secretly loving them by that age. I used to "work with" my mother to do my best to take a good enema for her. I was truly appreciating the "art" of my mom's enemas. Plus, that year I got a good many enemas for some reason. The enemas before age 10 and the ones after were memorable as well, but at age 10 I was beyond innnocence, but not yet totally depraved.

So what age would you want to be?

Probably starting at age 7 when I stopped resisting mom's enemas and was "rewarded" by being switched in positions from thr legs-up diapering one to the more adult left side one. I also was allowed to work the hose clamp but mom made sure I received at least half the can of warm soapsuds.

Think at around age of 10 when I was starting to become aware of what's this beginning 'sexuality stuff was all about' as the enemas I was getting from my aunt were giving me those erections and saying ok now what do I do to get rid of them..and aunt said now now you'll soon learn what to do what cums naturally and don't be embarrased as this is just natural for young boys to feel and experience....now let's get back to your saturday enemas so you can stay healthy..ahhhh that '50's mind set'....a golden age it certainly was!

I think it would have be the age of 4. This is the earliest I can remember wanting to be back in nappies and rubbers. I would have loved to have been given frequent enemas instead of my mothers remedy- syrup of figs!!

Probably 11-12. Just getting into puberty, discovering mastrbation, getting my first real enema.

Probably around 10- If I had understood what was happening to me in an erotic sense I could have controlled the administration and made it very powerful rather than being always confused about my feelings

Probably around 6 or 7. It was before I graduated to the bag and was starting to enjoy my sessions with mom and the bulb syringe. I knew it pleased her to submit willingly to the enema instead of fussing and complaining. She would tell me what a good enema I was taking and encourage me to take a long deep breath and take one more as she sprayed that hot soapy water into me. It was during one of those sessions that the pressure triggered a dry orgasm. Didn't know what it was at the time but I sure enjoyed it!

Wow... a difficult choice. Although I (secretly) liked the sessions I had on my changing table (age 7, still the 'diaper' position), I think I really started to 'enjoy' things around the age of 9 (still on my back, but on the bathroom floor). I still remember the look of concentration on Mum's face as she slid the nozzle into my bottom... then the feel of the flow...; yes, 9 is the age I would like to go back to... just after I had been switched to the bag; although I missed the multiple insertions of the bulb.

I think for me it would be my early teens. After going through puberty there was something embarrassing as well as exciting about mom seeing my grown up "junk". There was something about having a legitimate reason (getting a needed enema) to show off to mom I was "grown up". That's the age I really liked getting in position with my butt in the air for her to insert the nozzle.

That was a troublesome time for me. I was taught that anything producing an erection outside of marriage would send me straight to hell.

"It's against the natural order."

Fortunately I was a horny little fart and did it anyway. I do have vivid memories of the first time I flipped the clamp on the enema can. Mmmmmmmmmm. That was hot.

I think 12 if I wasn't so shy. I used to visit a friend that was a polio paraplegic. His mom was a very matronly type. She would kind of mother me. She used to get me to sit on her ample lap to watch TV.

Looking back i know if i told her I had a tummy ache and needed some help she would have offered to give me an enema.

I'm quite sure she gave her son enemas as he was quite incapacitated from not having use of legs.

Its another one of those missed opportunities that we all have in our memory bank.

I would love to go back to when I was 10 . That is when I was in the hospital for some tests . An when 2 beautiful nurses one night gave me 3 nice enemas. I well never forget it . But also I love the enemas my mother gave me over her lap. Till I was 12. Thse were the days back in the 60's. But I also got enemas from my aunts also.

I would love to get my first enema again. Something magical about the first one.

About 11 or 12 years also it was when I had my first experience in solitarily with the enemas. Till then it was receiving them necessarily of my mom, or my grandmoth

Although the enemas I received from my Mom as a child were always gentle, I have no desire to have a "mother figure" (my mother has long since passed away) give me enemas today......however......I would absolutely love it if my wife, or a nice attractive female enemate would. 😃 😃 Now that's a fantasy!

> If you could go back in time to the Golden Age when you were getting enemas as a child,

> what age would want to be?

Wow! What a great question. I was born in 1940. There are so many times...

o First enema (1945)

o First self-given enema (194😎

o Learning other kids got them too (1949)

o First time giving enema (~1950)

There are so many times, but I guess that if I had to pick a single one it would be in late 1945 when I got my second enema. It was only a few weeks after my wonderful first enema and the reason I choose it over my first enema is that this time I knew what was going to happen when my parents told me they were going to give me an enema. There was a delicious period of anticipation after the announcement and before I was called into the bathroom. I was eager for the enema but enjoyed remembering my first one. The enema was every bit as good as I had anticipated.

Around 12 years old when all of the unexplained sensual feelings started. That's when getting an enema started to give me an erection.

About 8-9, when I started to consider do it by myself. Unforgettable those sensation: trembling hands, high heart rate, fear to be caught by my parents. A lot of mess but a lot of fun.

Happy E.

Acquaman

I have a vision of being in bed with my PJs around my ankles, a red bulb syringe enema is also in this vision. I am probably 3 or 4. I am sure I am about to be given an enema but I have no recollection of any insertion. I also think or feel it is a babysitter who is with me. I have had this image all my life but it was not until I was about 13 or 14 that this image took on a sensual connotation. I believe this babysitter gave me many enemas and took my temperature rectally on numerous occasions. Although I did not receive many enemas as an older child by the time I was 6 or so I found the enema to be extremely interesting and in my teenage years the enema began to be associated with sensual feelings. I feel lucky because my enema fetish has never interfered with my enjoyment and my ability to enjoy good old fashion sex. When I was about 10 a nurse in the hospital gave me a large enema using a long thick tube instead of a nozzle. That was when I first realized that I was hooked on the whole idea of enemas.

For me I think it would be as I was reaching puberty. That is when I really began to realize the sexual implications. It also added to the embarrassment knowing I would be naked in front of mom.

If I had to choose, I'd pick age eleven. By then I could take a full bag of solution and I was fairly cooperative when an enema was given.

I was ignorant of sex and not all that modest, so sporting an erection didn't carry any sexual freight for me. Enemas produced exquisite sensations. The thrill of the nozzle insertion, the warm liquid filling my guts, the cramps and pain. The wondrous relief and indefinable feelings of euphoria that followed.

When my wife and I were first married. She wore Vassarette circle stitched bras, open bottom girdles with stockings and kept her bag with douche nozzle hanging in the bath. After intercourse, she would retire to the bathroom and take her douche and return to bed. The next morning I always enjoyed seeing her bag, hose and nozzle hanging from the shower head. Seeing her tampons out on the counter during her period was another show.

OH......I think I’ll just stay here @68 and retired, don’t believe I want to walk down that road of life again, that road made me who I am now, I’m fine with it no changes need to be made.

I didn't become a ENEMAniac until I was 12. If I could go back it would be to age 6. I think of those wasted 6 years and fanaticize about what could have been.

I would go back to the late 70's when I went to naturopath doctor for an adjustment. She suggested that I take coffee enemas every month for health. After a month or so of adjustments she then suggested that she would start me off on the coffee enemas and them I could start taking them myself. The next week I showed up and she had the bathroom set up and gave me 4-5 coffee enemas. That was the last time I saw her . I think that she was trying to tell me something. Wish I would have followed on with her.

I would go back to around 10/13 when it was being given by my Mother and everthing was simpel and exciting

Knowing what I do now and the fact that I enjoy a good enema, if I could go back to maybe about age 10 or 11 and truly enjoy the enemas that I got at about that age. Like many I did not like them although to keep out of trouble sort of tolerated the process and tried not to give my mother any grief. But also if I could go back in time I would be more observant about who was getting an enema in our house.

If I could go back in time, it would have to be to a time when my Mother finally listened to my pleas and against her doctor's orders decided to give me a real bag enema. I think I was around the age of eleven when this event happened in my life. I had been given hundreds of small bulb enemas during my earlier life due a problem with my intestines. The family's doctor at that time truly believed in the benefits of enemas. But, he got sick and had to stop his practice. The new family doctor, literally, did not believe in them and told Mom, in front of me, to stop giving me those things. He had her begin to give me oral laxatives which really tore my stomach up. I hated the taste and specifically the cramps the laxatives gave me. I also missed Mom's touch and tender loving care she gave me when giving me my enemas. One day, a neighbor girl asked me why Mom called me into the house. I told her and she said "yuk! my Mom doesn't give me that, instead she gives me enemas." I told her that my Mom used to do that too, but our doctor told her to stop." The girl then told me that her Mom had given her an adult enema that morning and that it wasn't bad, in fact, she said it felt rather good. The next morning, I found Mother sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. I sat down next to her, took her hand in mind, and when she turned towards me, I asked her if she would give me an adult enema. She looked at me like I had some kind of screw loose and then replied "Mike, you know what our new doctor says about enemas." I teared up and said "Mom, you know I don't like the laxatives." Mom shook her head and said "I'm sorry Mike...." I did not give up and asked her for an adult enema every time she gave me my dose of laxative. But, I couldn't budge her. Finally, I decided to enlist her Mom, my grandmother, for help, by riding my bike over to her house. Mam-Maw listened to my plea and she asked me if I was absolutely sure that I wanted one of those things. I, of course, told her "yes!" Mam-Maw told "ok, but that it might not be what I think it will be....and that I should be real careful when you ask for something...." I told her "Mam-Maw, please!" She hugged my neck and told me that she would talk with my Mom for me. I gave her a kiss and rode my bike back to my house. About 30 minutes after I got back home our phone rang. I answered it. Mam-Maw was on the other line. She said "ok, Mike, can I speak with your Mom." I said "sure, just a minute." Mom came to the phone and a minute or so later she came into the tv room and said that she was going over to Mam-Maw's house for a little while. I asked if I could go and she said ok...so Mom and me went back to Mam-Maw's. I think my being there surprised Mam-Maw, but in we went. I went to Mam-Maw's living room and turned on the tv. Mom and Mam-Maw went into her kitchen. I snuck up to the kitchen door so I could hear what was being said. Mam-Maw didn't waste a word. She told Mom that I had come by her house earlier in the afternoon and asked for her help in getting you to give him an adult enema instead of the laxatives that the doctor has prescribed. I then heard Mom speak telling her Mom "Mama, that is all I have been hearing for I know 2 months now. Is he crazy to want one? Our doctor is totally against those things! and Mama, if I did decide to, I don't even have an enema bag in the house. I know, he hates the oral laxatives. I have tried Castoria, Ex-Lax, and several others and he cries when I make him take them. It hurts my soul." I heard a chair move and then I heard Mam-Maw speak...."Mary, I didn't think you had a syringe in your house, so after he left, I went downtown to the Rexall drug store and got you this." Mom spoke up "Mom, should I go against our doctor's orders and give him one?" Mam-Maw replied "Mary, it wouldn't hurt.... you know you have given him enemas for I know most of his first 7 or so years and to my knowledge they haven't hurt him." Mother spoke up saying...."Mom, I am so glad you are my Mom...you always give me sound advise." I then heard chairs moving so I rushed back to the chair in front of the tv. I got there just in time because the kitchen door opened and out came Mom and Mam-Maw. Mom was carrying a brown sack with a red, black, and orange box was sticking out of it. Mom said "ok, Mike, let's go...." Mam-Maw looked over at me and gave me a thumbs up. I went over and hugged her neck and told her "Mam-Maw, thank you...I love you so much." She pecked me on my cheek and Mom and me went back home. I expected her to give me an adult enema that day, but she didn't. Weeks passed... and no adult enema came my way. Oral laxatives continued to be the drug of choice. One day, while Mom was out, I found the box Mam-Maw had bought. I opened it and touched the orange bottle and hose. I had butterflies flying all through my stomach. She had what she needed, but what was she waiting for? Well, a couple of weeks later, on a Saturday morning, Mom woke me up by rubbing me on my neck. When I was awake, Mom took my hand, pulled me from the bed and took me into my bathroom, where I saw the red, black and orange box open on top of the washing machine that was in my bathroom. It was empty. I looked around the room and saw hanging on the wall above the toilet the orange hot water bottle, full of water. The orange hose was hanging below it. It had a silver clip on it and a black nozzle on its end. Mom was standing in between me and the syringe. She was smiling at me. I went over to her and hugged her neck, kissed her cheek and told her "thank you." Mom replied "well, son, I have tossed and turned over this for quiet a while. I hope it is all that you have hoped it will be." I slipped off my undies and Mother motioned for me to lean over the toilet. I did. Mom stepped over and pulled on my left bootie cheek. Then, she smeared some Vaseline on my little rose bud and gently inserted the black nozzle. I was in heaven. Mom let out a breathe, and asked "well, son, are you ready for your adult enema?" I told her "Mom, I love you." With that said, Mom opened the tube's shut-off and my first adult enema began. It felt wonderful and I told Mom that.... So, if I could return to an earlier time in my life where memories still linger, my first adult enema from Mom would be the time. Thanks, Mam-Maw.....

It would be hard to say after age 8 enjoyed enemas and would ask for one but the one that was the most memorable was when I was 13 and at my grandmothers and one of the college kids that worked for her walked in as I was getting my enemas

I'd love to be a time traveler and go back in the past as a fly (70's, 80's): I would hide in the rooms of my female classmates to see if their mothers gave them some kind of enema when sick from school!

One day in the future, science will be able to give us this gift?