What do you remember most about your first enema

I don't remember my first real enema, but I do remember the first few times... I think I was about 5 years old. The first few times, I was laid out on the kitchen table, with a towel underneath. I remember the enema bulb and the container with chamomile tea well. I remember being laid out on my back with my legs raised, or in the knee-chest position.

Oh yeah that memory is etched in my brain. Waking up complaining of a tummy ache and my mom escorting me Into the bathroom.She proceeded to Fill up her Amber latex Folding syringe. She told me to get on all fours on a towel on the bathroom floor. The next thing I know Is that she is Lubing Up A black baseball Bat shaped nozzle With some cold cream.Then I feel this strange sensation of the nozzle going In my little hole. My tummy felt real funny, like butterflies fluttering around inside. I look over my shoulder and there's Mom holding this huge wet bulging bag ready to empty into my tummy. That I hear her say this will relieve your aches and pains down there. Are you ready? Here it comes. CLICK! The sound of the water being released into my bowels. Oh no I thought to myself, i'll never be able to take all this water, as this cold stream rushed into my little hole. It didn't really hurt, It just felt kind of funny. I got about halfway through my treatment and felt this tremendous urge to go. But there was no way I was going to release all that water onto the bathroom floor. So I just sucked it up and continued until I heard that last gurgle from the bag. Finally, i had taken the whole thing without even whimpering or crying one bit. Then I get up and quickly and plant myself on the potty where this tremendous rush of waste and water comes gushing out of me. What a relief, i had done it, I had taken the whole bag and not leaked one bit. Mom said I was a good boy and didn't complain at all.

Mom to the rescue again.

I was about 11 or 12. Given by my mom because I was so backed up. I was so embarrassed and had severe cramping, but deep down I enjoyed it and after that started doing dolo enemas whenever I had alone time.

I remember all my enemas mainly because they started at 7 and soap was always used ivory mostly liquid and I took it fine but now you can’t get ivory liquid anymore and castle makes me feel faint any suggestions

I was 5 years old, and one afternoon I remember that my mother and I went to the house of an elderly lady who lived in our same town. The two of them started drinking coffee and chatting, and they told me to go and play with the lady's nephew. Every now and then I overheard their conversations and I understood that she was telling him that I was constipated and wasn't having a good time (after that I didn't hear anything else). At a certain time we went home and I said goodbye to the lady. In the evening I ate and after dinner I started watching television. My mother and grandmother were tidying up the table and from the other room I could still hear the sound of pots and pans clanking, but I didn't pay much attention to it. Around 9 pm the doorbell rang and I saw the lady we had gone to visit that afternoon reappear. She joined my mother and grandmother in the kitchen and started talking to them. At a certain point my mother appeared and told me it was time to change out of my pajamas for bed. As soon as I got up she took off my trousers and underwear together. I protested that I wanted my underwear, but he told me that they would bring me clean ones now and to take off my shirt too. As soon as he took off his shirt, he held my arms up, grandma quickly arrived with a pot and the lady with a orange enema bulb, a small plate with some olive oil. Grandma held me by the hips and the lady greased my hole by sticking her finger in and telling me to be quiet, it was for my own good! Of course I was crying and screaming and in the meantime he started filling my ass with water. When they were finished, they walked me to the bathroom and held me while I performed the enema, crying. Once the discharges were over, they washed me and while mom dried me, she put a suppository that she had hidden in me and I started crying again. after that I don't remember anything else. but in the following days, mom gave me a lot of glycerin suppositories, so much so that I was scared every time he came near .

My aunt was dead against using soap in enemas . When she was young one of her friends grans had given her friend a soapy enema . The girl had an undiagnosed heart complaint and the sodium from the soap caused a heart attack and she died .

Ever since then my enemas were water ,milk, OJ and variations of things taken orally . Saying that my aunt was a big follower of urine therapy for a while .

I remember very well the black tip covered in Vaseline, on the enema bulb. And also the words, lie down on the bed, and show me your bum. And I was only 7

Quite likely that I hated it! I didn't get too many enemas during childhood but I know that I didn't like them at all. Years later, looking back, I probably, maybe subconsciously, somewhat enjoyed the feel of the nozzle being inserted, and the satisfaction I felt expelling the enema. That played a big part in my in my interest in, and use of, enemas in my teenage years.

A wonderful, thought-provoking question to reminisce; I fondly recall both the insane arousal for what I was about to do and the incredible feeling of the fluid entering me causing my belly to swell. It was at that instant I knew that I was hooked and ready for more pleasure and exploration.

My first enema was from my mom at the age of 9. I had asked her to give me one. She complied by giving me a 4 oz bulb enema that she had just purchased at the corner drug store. I remember how excited I was as I waited naked on the floor for my mom and the enema. She brought a towel, a jar of vaseline and of course the enema. After having me get up and lay on my back, on the towel. She lifted my legs by the ankles and applied some vaseline on my butt hole. She then inserted the enema nozzle in my butt. I remember thinking how similar it felt to when a thermometer was inserted. I felt the warm water being inserted and I was in heaven. I recall that I did not feel a great urge to go. I'm sure it was because she only gave me one 4 oz squirt. I do remember how effective it was as I let loose as soon as I sat on the toilet.

It seems like yesterday but it was my one and only enema from my mom. Never got the nerve to ask for another. I've had many ever since.

As a child, very embarrassed with exposing my backside to my mother and a neighbor as they held me down and forced the nozzle in me, I fought it but got the enema anyway

I don't remember my first enema. I do remember being over my other's lap and the hot soapy water flowing into me and panting like a dog

The sweet smell of Mommy in her loose fitting robe, her finger with the gooey Vaseline and best of all, opening my Lil hiney and slipping the Lil black enema nozzle into me. At that moment, I fell into a deeper kind of love with Mommy.

How long and deep my fathers finger went and how embarrassed I was the first time.

I remember being completely naked, lying flat on my back with Mom holding my legs up and back a little bit (to expose my anus) and her inserting the enema nozzle into my rectum and squeezing the red rubber enema bulb and HOW GOOD THAT FELT when the warm, soapy water squirted into me. At the age of five, it was an experience I have never forgotten and it was the experience, as I have said before on ZITY, that "flipped my enema switch to the permanently on position".

At age four I remember being ill. Mom placed me on top of the changing table. My pajama bottoms removed then mom shaking a thermometer and watched her lubricating the thermometer. After my legs were lifted I felt the thermometer inserted into my bottom. After 5 minutes mom removed the thermometer and heard a gurgling noise that I would latter learn the filling of a bulb syringe. Lifting my legs again I felt the syringe nozzle slipping into me and then the feeling of the warm water being squeezed into me. Mom repeated the fillings until I started crying due to strong cramps and very full bowels.

I guess what I remember most was emptying my bowels on a potting chair bowel. It felt so good releasing my bowels as the contents flooded out of me.

Enemas were repeated twice or more a month which has affected me to this day.

I feel like the only one who never got an enema outside of a medical setting. No home enemas for me.

I think I had to have been about seven with abdominal pain that wasn't improving. I went to the hospital, where I got three enemas in a medical suite, not my patient bed. In hindsight, I realize it was probably two cleanouts and a barium enema in the radiology suite. The technician giving them was a man who was very matter-of-fact about it, acting like it was no more embarrassing than touching my ears or something. The third one was administered by an older man, most likely a doctor, who attempted to put me at ease with conversation. He asked what was the hardest part of the enemas I already had, and I said holding it in. When he administered what I presume was the barium, he used medical tape to keep the rectal tube in place and hold my little butt cheeks together.

I was in the hospital for four or five days and I was given castor oil morning and night, and right about a bazillion enemas during that time. Several a day (three to five?), anyway. Now as an adult with some medical knowledge, I can't imagine why that was necessary.

MOMMY!!!

The enema was fine. Expelling had to be one of the worst and most painful experiences I have had!

@Captain_Caregiver Why did you receive that enema, by the way?

@Captain_Caregiver the expelling so painful? It should be a beautiful feeling of relief as it is expelled. Sorry that is wasn't.

The first enema that I can remember was given to me at my grandparents house by my grandmother. I was 3 or 4 at the time and I remember protesting the whole process. I was laying on my back with my feet in the air and my grandmother was inserting the bulb enema, My mother was in the hallway and I just remember there being a lot of commotion.

My first bag enema was much different. I remember being 6 or 7 and my mother giving it to me. My mother mixed the warm water with Ivory soap in an enamel bowl and poured the soapy water into the red enema bag with a measuring cup until the bag was full. I had to lay down on my side on the rubber sheet on the bed. She inserted the rectal tip into my constipated bottom and held the bag while she released the metal clip.

The memory that stayed with me the most, and the feeling that I crave the most now, is the warm water filling my constipated bowels. The water inching its way further up until the first cramp hits. I didn't know it then but the submission of asking to stop the flow because the cramps were becoming unbearable. Or the embarrassment of being led to the bathroom with a bloated belly and an erection to release the contents of my constipated bowels in front of my mother had the greatest effect on my sexual feelings as I matured.

Even now, some 60 years later, I will withhold my bowel movements for two days just so I can relive that feeling of anticipation for a warm two quart enema. The preparation of the rubber sheet, the warm soapy water filling my bowels, the cramps, the bloated belly and finally the release and ejaculation are the result of the memories of my first enema.

The mix of anticipation, excitement and nervousness of trying to take in all 2qts and seeing myself in the mirror... I set a mirror on the floor so I could see myself taking the enema. I couldn't yet take the full 2qts and ended up running back and forth to expell.

I had no idea what an enema was, my pajamas were pulled down, held down on the bed and my bottom was lubricated, for what? Next was a nozzle in into my privates, most embarrassing.

My first enema (if you can call it that) was when i was about 12 to 13, after I saw enema porn and I really wanted to try it so in the shower I took an empty soap bottle and filled it with water then used it to push water into my butt. It was an amazing feeling I loved it so much I kept doing it. That shower had to be like an hour and a half long because of it. So that was my first crude enema and I loved it but it did not fill me up very much.

My first true enema was not till I was 15 and I found my mom's red enema bag and used it, and I was immediately addicted. I absolutely loved the feeling of the water slowly filling me up till I could not hold any more water, and wow the expulsion was just as much of a mind blowing experience.

My first enema (if you can call it that) was when i was about 12 to 13, after I saw enema porn and I really wanted to try it so in the shower I took an empty soap bottle and filled it with water then used it to push water into my butt. It was an amazing feeling I loved it so much I kept doing it. That shower had to be like an hour and a half long because of it. So that was my first crude enema and I loved it but it did not fill me up very much.

My first true enema was not till I was 15 and I found my mom's red enema bag and used it, and I was immediately addicted. I absolutely loved the feeling of the water slowly filling me up till I could not hold any more water, and wow the expulsion was just as much of a mind blowing experience.

I started out the same way. I was a very curious 10 year old and would try all sorts of stuff. My first enema was an empty shampoo bottle. I never got an enema from anyone else. I wish I had from everyone’s descriptions.

I didn’t what the purpose of an enema was. I was 6 years old in the hospital sick as a dog. What I remember most was when the enema took effect. Just this huge extended explosion from my bowels.

What I remember most about my first one is the vivid mix of emotions from the moment I was told I needed one, to the moment an hour later when I left the nurses office. I was 15 and student at boarding school and had become quite constipated. As soon as the nurse said "At this point what you really need is an enema," I simultaneously became very embarassed, but also quite exited that I was going to find out just what an enema was like. I'd heard stories and jokes up until then, but now I was actually going to be given one, a large one. The enema itself was 2 quarts with 2 packets of soap added, given with a disposable enema bag. I also remember being really worried that I might not be able to hold it through the entire retention period. Holding it seemed to drag on forever.

How good it felt, the nozzle being inserted, the feeling of the water entering me. Was being given the enema to show my little sister they don’t hurt.

The first enema was administered very gently and slowly and was very beneficial overall.