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

I'll take this question in two different directions.

First, to the question posed by the OP. I'd like to go back to when I was 4 or 5, when I became enema inductee. From there, I would ask my grandmother for more than just one, or ask for three or four enema sessions during my two week stay during the summer. Hell, I'd ask for them beyond my 8 or 9 year old mark. No castor oil or Ex-Lax for me, grandma. Bottoms up!

Second, I'm taking the reference to time in a different direction. The OP mentioned the golden age of enemas. If I could go back to the 1930s or 1940 (I consider that to be the height of golden age) as a 20 year old, I would do it in a heartbeat. Go to the nearest drug store, pick up a big bag set and ride the hose to no end. I believe enemas were a common way to cure what ailed you (even though it is definitely not a cure all), so most folks either knew what they were, or received at least one enema in their life. The sight of enema equipment out in the open would not surprise too many people back then.

Also, I believe Jethro Kloss and people like him were in full bloom, so these 'healers' who used enemas as a therapy would not be in short supply. I'd definitely make the pilgrimage to their treatment rooms for more than a few rounds of copious irrigation.

I would go back to my first day on earth and get switched in the hospital, and go home with a enema loving family.

Ha, good reply! Oh to go back to when young and get more enemas!

I believe I would go back to when I was 15-18. Some of the decisions I made back then were very good, but others were not. I was an enema aficionado by that time, and waiting to blossom into a Dom. Had I known back then what I know now, I would have either stayed with my H.S. girlfriend, to whom I gave MANY enemas, who I think would have made a wonderful submissive, and continued on with her, or found somebody like me to enjoy our mutual play. I'm not really a "threesome" kind of guy, so play would have remained private between us, but I would definitely change the choices I made and the partner I selected. If you are in the throes of decision-making, and you're looking for a permanent partner, be sure they are "like you." In my case, i would want a true sub who needs a firm hand and yet enjoys giving enemas for my pleasure. I would want her to be anal erotic and in tune with my desires. As @SwitchableSusie wrote a while back, "a true whore makes a good wife" if one defines "whore" as one who is sexually uninhibited with her partner and knows that's the way to keep her Man happy. I'm now officially classified as "old," but still horny to the max and in decent shape. If I had it to do over, I would also be more careful about workout injuries, but that's another topic.

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Doctorh3e --- I just had to say I thought your post was filled with wonderful wisdom and to flip it around from the other side a whore-husband who is uninhibited and loves to make the wife happy makes a good husband. Thanks for posting this. It should be copied into text books and taught in high school. Linda

Doctorh3e --- I just had to say I thought your post was filled with wonderful wisdom and to flip it around from the other side a whore-husband who is uninhibited and loves to make the wife happy makes a good husband. Thanks for posting this. It should be copied into text books and taught in high school. Linda

@Linda_B , thanks for your kind words. I greatly appreciate them. I agree with your "whore-husband" comment. It definitely works both ways.

For me, I might add, giving one's wife or partner all the sexual ntensity she can stand (and in some cases is afraid of) is a gigantic turn on for a man who loves his wife. Every good play session (not just lovemaking) should end with both weary and needing rest, the Dom, because he has used up his woman's abilities to continue, and he has himself orgasmed until he can't have another, the sub, because she is just plain used up and needs her internal "batteries" recharged. (soreness sometimes makes that elusive).

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Sundaybrunch: What happened when you were 21?

Well, the question is "If you could go back in time what age would you be?"...

So I answered with an age.

Why? Why not? 21 has to be the greatest age. I'd do a lot of things differently and rescript life.

Reset the time clock back to age 9 (1959) for that first ever enema bag/warm soapy water enema..but face it more bravely without all the over done melodramatic crying--complaining/fussing. I'd give myself some slack and allow for some (face down/butt elevated) wriggle/squirm--that first enema bag enema was a "butt buster".

I would have to say 1952 because I had not yet started a growth spurt, which means that I would easily fit across my mother's lap for an enema. I know that hind sight is always 20X20, but knowing the love of a mother who wanted to make sure her child was clean and not constipated was a great feeling. Yes the enemas were crampy because she made her enemas strong with ivory soap. Yes, you could tell they were soapy because the cramps would start as quickly as she raised the bag to inject the soapy water into my bottom. But to re-live the feelings I got laying across her lap as she held me down and pinched my bottom to hold the rectal enema nozzle would be amazing.

My time would be in the 40's and early 50's mom would have me go into the toilet take my pants and underwear off and already have bag ready. My mom would begin operation while my sister would look on usually took two times for clean out she would always make sure.

I would like to go back when I was 11, and had returned from a hernia operationand a week's hospital stay where I had received an enema every other day. These were strong and large- i.e. soapy and much more erotic (and uncomfortable) the my mother's baking soda style. I continued to get occasional enemas from my mother but I wish now I had asked for the stronger type gotten in the hospital and also increase the frequency- but I was too self conscious to ask. I also would have paid more attention to my mother's habits, since she was definitely an enema addict. And I might even have found a way to get involved with my much younger sister's enemas. Many missed opportunities I wish I could do over.

I’d like to go back and be about 16.

My mom never let me wear thongs.

i have a teen daughter now who does. I tried a thong on as an adult, but not the same.

18 - 20 …… absolute best years of my life.

Period.

Age 17 sounds about right. I still feel that at heart at least.