Playing with an enema bag

Don't think I've seen this mentioned....

I can't remember exactly how old I was when I was started on the bulb..... too young to know what was happening.

As I grew older, my bulb enemas were very strong, made from Ivory Snow....

I must have been around seven when I first saw the enema bag hanging from the shower head - I was very curious.

I remember filling it up with water and playing with, shooting water all over the tub.

Considering my dread of enemas, I would have thought I would have nothing to do with the bag - but I did not consider it as something that would be used on me, and so I considered simply as something to play with. Like a toy in those days when we didn't get many toys...

So, I wonder if anyone else growing up back then also played with enema bags, etc, not because of anything erotic, but simply as something to play with... It's a different way to explore and first become familiar with an enema bag.

Hmmm, I never received enemas as a child or had the 'toys' around. But I can imagine it, quite easily.

After you know what that syringe is all about , be it bulb or bag you are drawn to it.Like when in other homes.Trying to quietly look for equipment in the bath room closet . Always wondering as you fondled a enema nozzle if it was used on one of the female members of the family? Of course that's a blast from the past sad to say.These days you would be hard pressed to find a syringe in the bathroom ,maybe once in a while a fleet tucked away.

I got my first enema when I was five. It was administered using a red Sears open-top enema bag with a long red hose and a bat-shaped black enema nozzle. After my enema, the bag disappeared and only reappeared on the all-to-infrequent (in my young opinion) occasions when I got another enema. I remember when I finally found out where my parents kept the bag--on the back of the door in their bedroom. It hung there with the hose looping down and then back up with the wonderful nozzle hidden inside the bag. I took great pleasure in pulling a chair over so I could get up and take the nozzle out of the bag and look at it. I would put it back behind me and try to insert it but since it was unlubricated, I couldn't get it in. But I did enjoy playing with it.

Of course, some years later I was able to put the bag to use when I was alone, but that's another story.

No, I don't remember playing with an enema bag. As far as I can remember, all I ever did with an enema bag was fill up my intestines. I have used an enema bag to spray out the bathtub or shower when I made a mess, but I don't consider that playing with it.

Bill

I continue to prefer the bulb !!

I remember as a child going to my grandparents house to visit and while playing in the bathroom we found their enema bag. My cousin and I took turns inserting the nozzle into our butts. As we grew older we would find excuses to continue administering enemas to each other until she got married and moved away.

I didn't like enemas when I got them growing up, so I don't remember "playing" with the enema bag. But there's a funny scene in the Doris Day movie "Please Don't Eat the Daisies" where some kids are filling water balloons with a red enema bag.

I remember one day in particular, Mom had gone shopping and I had the house all to myself. or at least I thought. I had just got the enema bag out of its location in the cabinet in the bathroom closet when Mom walked in. Opps.... caught red bagged?

We were not allowed to play with the family enema equipment. Mom took her role as family enema-giver seriously and handling the equipment was her domain, just as dad's toolbox was off limits to us. You could look at the bag and hose hanging on the towel bar drying out, but no touching. The strong fascination I was developing as a child for the enema overcame my fears however, and planning a little alone time with the equipment became a favorite pastime. I also loved to sneak a peek at relatives or friends houses at their gear. For me, playing with the equipment was always about enemas, anal activity and later masturbation.....never for any other reason.

I was a kind, I don't remember how old exactly, when we went to some distant relatives to have a holiday. There was a red bag hanging in the bathroom. There was a bigger coat rack on the wall with bathrobes and towels, and there was the bag with the white tube half-visible behind them. That was the first time I saw an enema bag, but I didn't know what it was. I touched it and wondered what it could be. I could not guess it, but I was too shy to ask.

Because the enema equipment was usually visible and accessible, it wasn't at all unusual for us kids to handle or play with it. Having watched in dread or extreme anticipation, as mom or grandma prepared an enema, we kids could mimic the process very well. This often occurred as part of playtime activities especially in doctor or nurse scenarios. We also realized the bulb syringe made a very effective squirt gun.

Getting caught mimicking the process was a different story. The result was likely a strong soapy enema. The same was true if teasing each other about an impending enema.

I remember my mom finding the enema bag with the hose in a deteriorating condition at the connection to the bag. She yelled at all of us kids and was waving the black douche nozzle towards us. While it appeared pretty threatening and serious, my dad tried to crack a funny. In any case, he cautioned that we would all get an enema if we didn't listen to mom. He was seldom around, but obviously knew my mom's enema habits well. I suspect that he also was subjected to her enemas. I wonder if he ultimately found some enjoyment?

There was a hook on the wall next to the toilet at my grandmothers house with only towels hanging from it all of the time. It looked very old from the 1930's at least. Rumor had it the bathroom was added on to the house during that time which was a big deal complete with a hot water heater. One summer my older cousin was visiting with grandma at the same time I was. She spent quite a bit of time in the bathroom sometimes before going out to sunbathe in her bikini on the lawn. Most of the time I was out in the field on the harvester during the summer but one day I was sent into the house to fetch a part that was needed. While there I decided to use the bathroom as it was convenient. Laurie was just heading out of the house with her towel to sunbathe on the lawn as I went in the back door and went into the bathroom. There was a big flat box on top of the towel chest that looked rather new and still had the Rexall price tag on it of only a few dollars. After using the toilet, I peeked into the box and there was a very new looking fountain syringe. I picked it up and there was still some drops of water inside the big rubber bag. Under the bag was the paperwork for the syringe showing how it was to be used including the plastic hanger still hanging from the hook above the toilet. The warranty card was still in the box and needed to be sent in to the factory. Laurie had filled it out but not sent it in yet. The big adult enema nozzle was attached to the hose and it had some traces of Vasaline still on it. I tried to imagine my teenage cousin just giving herself an enema before going out to sunbathe. She probably would have put the syringe back in her room before we came in from the field and had no clue I was ever in the house to see her intimate hygienic equipment.

From that point on I decided that the women of the family had been using the hook for their syringes for many years past.

Don't remember when I or my sister got our first enemas, but I do remember from about ate 9, it became an enjoyable experience, although neither of use told mom we enjoyed receiving them, although we often said we thought we might need one ... and she obliged.

At about age 12, she said it was about time I self-admnistered and I couold give my sister her enemas unless she too wanted to self-administer. This opened the door to many days of administering to each other ... and, in fact, because we were home from school long before our parents got home from work, we'd usually get rid of our clothes and tomp nud in the house until about a half-hour before mom or dad was expected to come home.

My sister and I gave each other many, many enemas ... and we enjoyed everyone of them ... but the timple clothes-free environment of the house was the best reward.

Today, my hubby and i live on some isolated rural property that offers total privacy from the world ... we cam be clothes-free out-of-doors anytime we want ... we do our thing, including enemas, anytime we want under the blue skies.

I did at a young age graduate from sneaking suppositories from the medicine closet to the enema bag as soon as I found it curiosity didn't take long to win over. Just had to find out how it felt to have that water fill me up. I don't know if I was ever found out but there was long periods in the bathroom if someone came home unexpectedly wile in there for enema time that may have raised a bit of suspicion. Anyway I would go for that box in the closet any time I had the house to myself for enema fun for as long as I dare to before mom or dad dame home.

Just noticed this old thread as a result of getting a "like" on it today. Surprised it went dead; lots of enjoyable posts.. Turns out I'm even more surprised to realize, after I began writing this, that I'm the one who started it. Goes back to 2012, wow, so much water under bridge as the say; of up my butt would be more apropos, ha...

I think everybody has played with the bulb a few times

Once I realized what the bulb could do, I got scared. I could fill the bag with soapsuds, but the first time I tried, I could not use it.

I must have just turned 7

Typical 2-qt HWB style bag that had belonged to my Mom. I was able to fill, and hang it from the shower curtain rail, attach the nozzle and even take off my skirt and panties, but I had looked at it too long I think, don't know what happened. I bent over, spread my knees and crouched.

The nozzle just would not stay in my hand!!!!!!

I tried crouching a little less. I tried kneeling.

I even tried knee-chest position on the floor.

I tried 4 times! could not get the damn thing to stay in my hand long enough to get it in me.

A week later, Dad gave me my first bag enema, with the famous white, One Imperial Qt supposed "Children's" bag, in knee-chest position. Dad even said, " you should look at it twice. Once before you get into position. Once to make sure it's flat! I even moved ( My largest and favorite stuffed animal) over there where he can be in your field of vision, without having to turn your head. Look at him if you want.

I did my own insertion, but Dad still controlled the valve. It WAS my first bag enema, and Dad took the extra time to make sure I knew how far apart my legs should be, and how to make sure I had the nozzle pointed towards my navel.

I WAS able to get that nozzle in me without any extra lube.

It was sometime during the retention of the first round of that enema that it finally sunk in that enemas are NOT toys.

Next time I did anything that could be called "playing with" an enema was at 9 when I got so curious about Fleet enemas that I tried one!!!

Both my sister and I got enemas from our earliest memories, and Mom switched from bulb to bag as we reached 8-9 years old. We started giving bulb enemas to each other playing in the bathtub about age 5, and switched to giving with the bag when she was8 and I was 6. We've been using a bag on each other ever since, and we're in our 70's now.

I think everybody has played with the bulb a few times

I probably did, but cannot remember doing so. What I do remember is playing the long, curved douche tip - filling the bag and watching water spray out the holes into the bath tub when no one was home. I was told the douche nozzle was for adult enemas, and that both scared and fascinated me - to the point I eventually had to experience what it was like to have the nozzle inside me.

Most of my "play time" was with the bulb because I did not have ready access to a bag until I was a teenager, and by then I had progressed from playing with enemas to using them for effect. My sister and I played with the bulb in the bathtub from an early age with mom sometimes saying, "Put that thing away, it is not a toy." Yes, we knew what it was for and used it on ourselves and each other often. It started innocently enough with using the bulb as a squirt gun but soon progressed to the real thing. Even after mom bought us a bag, I often used the bulb for quickie play enemas just because it was easy with no preparation or assembly needed and it was always conveniently located beneath the bathroom sink.

I What I do remember is playing the long, curved douche tip - filling the bag and watching water spray out the holes into the bath tub when no one was home.

I did the same thing but in the shower. Mom left her open top cheapo latex bag hanging on the showerhead at all times. It was mostly used for douches, which everyone in the house knew was happening because you could smell the massengill instantly. I'm not sure the neighbors couldn't smell it too, it was that strong.

I am still playing with the Bulb and the Bag for 40 plus years and still loving it. 😉

“The bag” was never present in our house. My “treats” started with a bulb (and maybe ended there until I began playing on my own), but at some point in time I became aware of (that is to say I found while snooping through the linen closet) a white enamel can replete with hose and nozzles. I don't think I really had any idea what it was for, since my only exposure to enemas was from that dreaded red bulb. I do remember, however, figuring out how to assemble the various bits and pieces and, with a couple friends in attendance, playing “fireman” with it into the bathtub! How far we have progressed.

The enema bulb was a far better weapon than any squirt gun that I ever owned and I can remember terrorizing my two sisters with it. The enema bag was a different matter and I tried to avoid all contact with it whenever possible. My younger sister, who interestingly enough is now a physician, occasionally wanted to play doctor and would get the enema bag out of the hall closet. Needless to say I put a lot of distance into being anywhere near her.

My sister and I did not play with the bag per se except to give one another enemas whenever we were home alone. We did however have two infant enema bulbs that made excellent long range water guns that would deliver more than a tiny squirt of water getting someone we were squirting quite wet!! lol. And yes, we used those enema bulbs at times on ourselves for their intended purpose both solo and together. Fun days!! I do remember a few times being fascinated watching a douche nozzle direct spray in all directions but we did not play with it. We did use the douche nozzle for enemas when we got older for a bigger thrill!! Denise

My first enema was from mom’s douche bag when I could not have been more than three and a half years old. We never had a bulb syringe until I found one while playing outside years later. When the bag was used it was draped to dry on the clothes rack that hung above the bathtub, well out of reach to a small child. I couldn’t play with it because I couldn’t reach it. I did stare at it whenever it was on display, especially at bath time when it loomed over my head.

I was in my late teens when I first saw porn involving an enema on the internet. I was fascinated. I didn't have the means to try them, but did insert tubing in my ass and give myself air enemas which made me very excited and want for more.

Fast forward 8 years or so and I finally gave myself an enema using a homemade rig - a 2 liter pop bottle with a PVC hose which was hot glued to it…which leaked….badly, but it got the job done! My mind was blown, but my ass was sore from the rough edges of the tube/nozzle.

Years later I met a Domme who was interested in administering enemas and a new journey began which was only indulged a couple of times a year for approximately 10 years. The experiences we shared were very intense and I will always cherish those memories which I think about frequently.

Since then, I've been flying solo. My wife is not into them, so it's something I do when she's away for the weekend. I would still consider myself pretty new to them, but I enjoy the experiences I have had and I always look forward to those occasional days of enema fun.

I never played with my RN mom’s enema/douche bag per se, except that hers was amber latex. Though it hung in her bathroom for many years, my first self-enema with it was at age 15, right after discovering how to masturbate to an orgasm. Since I had discovered my rubber/latex fetish sometime prior to my 8th birthday,** whenever I used mom‘s latex bag I made sure to enjoy its feel and aroma while filling it with enema liquid. Sometimes if I wanted an orgasm but not an enema with it I’d just insert her bat-shaped douche nozzle into my rectum and put her enema bag near or over my face to improve the intensity of my orgasm by feeling and smelling the rubber bag.

Eric

**1) we have a photo of me sitting in front our B&W TV (1960) watching Sea Hunt (US underwater/SCUBA TV show). Even though I loved diving for its own sake, I was always hoping to see an episode including a woman wearing a shiny black rubber wetsuit (often with an added bonus of her wearing a neoprene diving hood, rubber bathing cap and rubber sneakers with her suit).

2) at that age, even though I got a major thrill seeing women on the show in rubber wetsuits, bathing caps and sneakers, I didn’t realize for several more years that my attraction to rubber-wearing women was actually sexual.

I did pretty much the same things as @ericmacson - inserted the nozzles without the bag attached for anal stimulation. I didn't partake in the bag over my face for the rubber smell. Always wondered where Eric developed that fetish - maybe it was just wired in for him. Although there was a very distinctive “smell” about the enema bag when. it was taken out. Not sure if it was a turn or or just a reminder of what the bag was for! Must have been around 12 before I actually gave myself an enema.

I can remember going to my Grandmothers house and found the enema bag under the sink in the bathroom vanity. I took it out and ran water through it. I must have been 8-9 years old. I was already “Hooked” on enemas by then and remain so to this day.