What do you remember most about your first enema

My first full bag enema was self administered. I had been given enemas from parents, but it was years since I had gotten one, and none were more than a quart. Even so, I dreaded them. As I mentioned elsewhere, at around puberty that dread became a fascination that led me to playing with the douche nozzle and an empty enema bag... I'm trying to figure out how old I was when I took that first full enema bag enema... difficult to say, could be 12 or 13.. I had heard my mom talking to her friend a few times around then about dreaded 2qt enema hospital enema - and that made me more than curious. So finding myself alone in the house one day, I decided to find out just how bad a full two qt enema could be. So I filled up her enema bag (looking back, her bag probably held 2.5 qts.) and hung it from the towel rack in the bathroom, I then got down on the floor on my side, inserted the nozzle, and popped the metal clip. Since the bag was not that high, it took a long time to all go in, but I managed to take it. Despite it being just water, it really cleaned me out, and what I remember most was that my abdomen felt stretched out and saw for the rest of the day! From then on I was hooked on full bag enemas!

I don't remember the first one but I seem to recall the first one I gave myself with the bag and nozzle. Mom had kept the bag and hose in her bedroom nightstand and the nozzle was kept in the medicine cabinet. Who knows why? Anyway I knew about enemas from health class and while home alone, decided to try one. I think I was in the bathtub and used plain warm water. I don't think the bag fully emptied into me and the expulsion did take a long time to complete. I was able to dry everything and put it away before my parents returned. I did use that bag on several occasions later, just plain warm water.

I remember the finger with Vaseline going in first and deep.

A Fleet enema when I was about 6. I remember my mother taking time to explain it to me.

The orgasm I was 17 and it was self administered

Age 4, picked up off the toilet and placed on my bed in the diapering position, all with no explanation.

My first enema I was 33 years old, six months pregnant, and badly constipated. I remember the physical relief of not being backed up. That was sweet relief for me.

I had my first enema at age 13 or 14 (self-administered in my parents’ bathroom). What I remember most is the strong urge to defecate that followed the administration. I remember the expulsion as extremely satisfying.

My first memory of receiving an enema is the feeling of the vaseline coated bulb head of the nozzle pressing on my anus.

I was very small. so small that my mom had no problem picking me up off the table where she and my sister had just given me an enema. I most vividly remember my mom shoving her thumb in my little anus it order to keep me from expelling and carrying me to the toilet.. This was not my first enema, but it was the first I remember. My mom told me later that I had been given my first enema about two hours after being born (1939). I believe she used a bag enema because I remember my sister standing by the table holding something. I also remember playing with a little red bulb while taking a bath. It was not long after I turned 5 or 6 that that I started giving them to myself from a big red bag which was always in the bathroom. I know my mom knew I did it, but never told me not to, or scolded me for having used the bag. / Karl39

What I remember most is my mother's reply when I was lying on my stomach in the bathtub and telling her I couldn't hold it any longer while I was squirming and kicking my legs in a desperate attempt to clench myself shut; her reply was for me to hold it another minute and she had me count to 60 which I did really quickly.

That enema was one of my first memories and I doubt I was older than three (and I learned how to count when I was very young).

What I also vividly remember is my mother standing over me holding the red bag and puffing away furiously on her cigarette.

What I remember most about my first enema and really about all of them from my childhood is the dread and a sick feeling when Mom said “I know your not going to like this, but I’m going to give you an enema.”

The first enema that I can remember is so planted in my mind that I can remember like it was just yesterday. My sister had been called down to the bathroom by my mother as we were going to bed for the night (we shared a bedroom), and when she did not come back very quickly, I got curious and wandered down the hall and saw the bathroom door partially ajar, and peeked inside. There on the floor lying was my sister with a black nozzle and red hose attached to a red bag being held by my mother and my sister was complaining an squirming as she was being filled up with an enema (the first ever I remember seeing). My father was there watching and when he looked up and saw me, he said "maybe you should be next". Well, it turned out that I was "next" and was filled while my sister was on the toilet expelling. The enema was complete before my sister was done expelling and I can remember imploring her to hurry up as I had to "go" so badly. I think I was about age 5 and sister was 8 when this happened. It left such an impression on me, that I am sure it was the beginning of my enema fetish. Denise

The first enema that I can remember is so planted in my mind that I can remember like it was just yesterday. My sister had been called down to the bathroom by my mother as we were going to bed ..........my sister was complaining an squirming as she was being filled up with an enema (the first ever I remember seeing). My father was there watching and when he looked up and saw me, he said "maybe you should be next". Well, it turned out that I was "next" and was filled while my sister was on the toilet expelling. The enema was complete before my sister was done expelling and I can remember imploring her to hurry up as I had to "go" so badly. I think I was about age 5 and sister was 8 when this happened. It left such an impression on me, that I am sure it was the beginning of my enema fetish. Denise

Denise,

Nice story. That enema must have been really memorable if you recall enough to ascribe the beginning of your enema fetish to it. I had very, very few enemas from my RN mom as a child, all from her rubber bag, but only barely and vaguely remember one or two. I do remember never objecting and that it actuallly felt nice, especially the insertion and warm feeling in my rectum and belly.

I never gave it any thought until many years later when I noticed mom always had her amber rubber enema bag hanging in her bathroom and I started thinking that I loved the rubber smell and that the nozzles looked like they'd be fun to put up inside my bottom. I first discovered how to orgasm in the bathtub one night at age 15, and a few weeks later had a craving to try that enema thing that was also making me want an orgasm. As soon as I licked the (clean) nozzle to get it wet and slippery and then pushed it gently into my bottom, I immediately loved it. So I put a little water in the bag, maybe 8-10 ounces or so and let it run into my bottom. Again, I was immediately hooked on both the nozzle and the water as well as already loving the rubber enema bag (prior longstanding rubber fetish). That tiny first enema felt so good that I just laid there on my parents' bed enjoying the anal and rectal sensations for maybe 5-10 minutes, but also noticed my almost instant 15 year old's erection and increasing arousal. As much as I loved the enema sensations, it also started me masturbating and at about 10 minutes had a terrifically strong orgasm.

I was now instantly hooked for life on enemas enhancing my orgasms. Still going strong on both at 68, my last one being yesterday for 3.5 quarts of saline held 15 minutes along with some very pleasant masturbation. Orgasm later on my bed after emptying helping me get to sleep.

Eric

I was about 5 or 6 for the first bulb enema from Mom. I don't recall any one specific item. It was not the first time I had her finger up my bottom as I was given medicated suppositories. I suspect it was the nozzle and then the first rush of soapy water.

Jim

@RedBulb99 said

Hi Susie,

Just curious. What made you decide to give yourself that first enema? Did you read an interesting story about enemas? Hear about them from a girlfriend? Did you buy a syringe for the occasion or use somebody else's?

Sorry, I have not looked at this thread in two years! 😎

I am certain I posted the answer to this in some other thread.

Being an inquisitive and perverted eight year old child who saw everything as erotic, I never had an enema, but I saw a Fleet enema bottle in a bathroom vanity. As an eight year old, I did not have a "girlfriend", I had never seen a Penthouse Forum where I could have read about such disgusting and perverted activities. The picture of the bottle and nozzle on the box drew me right in. When nobody was home, I took the bottle, poured out the solution, refilled the bottle with water and gave myself an enema. After I expelled the enema, I cleaned the bottle and refilled it with the fleet solution. In those days they did not have tamper-proof boxes that you could see had been opened. I was hooked

I'd say I was between 3-4 yrs old. The only real thing I remember was getting a bulbful from what I guess holds 8 to 12 oz. The bulb was that rubbery red color. Grandma said I'd feel better soon. Until I read this forum about 2 years back I had no recollection of having done an enema prior to my teenage experimentations.

The humiliation of having to lie over her lap, and take the repeated squirts of the bulb, or contents of the enema bag, all the while protesting (as my belly was swelling up).

My first enema was a barium enema, given to help diagnose a stomach ache when I was ten. The apparatus was a plastic enema bag full of white barium hung on an IV pole, hung over the X-ray table down by my feet. What I remember best is the trouble I had towards the end of the enema. I was cramping and having trouble taking anymore, when the nurse reached over and squeezed the bag to increase the flow! I felt the rest of the barium rush into me and the cramps got much worse. And then, after the nozzle was out, I had to change positions repeatedly as X-rays were taken. I thought I was going to have an accident throughout this, but managed to hold it.

Finally, when I was allowed to expel, I had trouble getting all of the barium out. I remember having to make multiple bathroom stops on the way out of the hospital.

I loved the feeling of that big curved douche nozzle sliding in and out of my rectum!

It was the first time I ever experienced pain and pleasure AT THE VERY SAME TIME!!

I was also a little scared, but not scared enough to try to avoid.

First time I ever experienced curiosity and fear in equal parts.

It's happened several times since, including my first 4-qt enema.

I think that was the only other time it involved enemas.

It was the first time I ever experienced pain and pleasure AT THE VERY SAME TIME!!

I was also a little scared, but not scared enough to try to avoid.

First time I ever experienced curiosity and fear in equal parts.

It's happened several times since, including my first 4-qt enema.

I think that was the only other time it involved enemas.

Lisa,

How old were you? Did you give this to yourself or receive it from someone? What was the pain from, cramps?

Eric

I cannot remember what age my enemas started, but with the early enemas I remember getting the distinct feeling that I was peeing my diaper/pants. These enemas were with a bulb syringe and all I can think is that the enema water must have been injected somewhat forcefully, giving me the sensation I was peeing. This, combined with the fact that the enema water was obviously going nowhere, gave me a warm feeling in my genital area and the feeling of incontinence. I was so young it is somewhat hard to try to put it all together, since I do not recall a time in my life where I was not subjected to an enema. All I can remember for certain is that is when I fell in love with a procedure that many find distasteful and I have loved all my life.

The nozzle going in and the warmth.

As I remember my sister 5 and I 7 were told to go in the bathroom and get undressed for our enemas. Entered bathroom, stripped off all of our clothes, the red combo bag was hanging from the towel rack with the hose looped over the top of the towel bar. Mom came in and knelt next to the bath mat, then had me come over and kneel down in front of her, my sister was stratteling the bathtub edge sliding back and forth. She then lubed the nozzle with vaseline spread my cheeks with thumb and finger then inserted the adult rectal nozzle in me. She then had me lay down on my hands on my belly then heard the click of the clamp and felt the warm Ivory water flow into me.(I'm tingling just remembering) After a few minutes she closed the clamp, removed the nozzle then told me to go potty. She then had me sister come over and kneel down as I had then inserted the nozzle in her. When she started the flow sis started to cry and say she didn't want to do this. She continued to fill her with what was left in the bag from my enema. When the bag was empty I was told to slide to the side of the toilet and my sister was placed against my back so there we both set emptying out. I was trying to comfort sis so she would stop crying.

That was the routine most of the time, once I guess I took to much of the enema as mom yelled at me as she had to mix up more water with Ivory soap.

About 4 or 5 I think. I remember nothing of the early ones, beyond assuming they were successful from Moms perspective.

At around 11 I remember them well. And so did she. That's when she banished me from her lap, telling me to do future enemas on my own. What's a guy to do? Do what Mom says, right?

As it probably happened to most kids who grew up in the 40's and 50's, i got my first enema from Doctor Mom. Since I am the last-born of three kids, Mom didn't need to buy the needed equipment; it was already in our bathroom linen closet. Mom told me that I needed to have an enema. whatever that was, and produced a white enameled can complete with the red tubing and black nozzle from the closet and summoned me to the bathroom. I don't know what the capacity of the can was but I'd bet it held about 3 pints and she probably mixed up a 2-quart enema. There was a hook on the bathroom wall about 5 feet from the floor, probably intended to hang a bathrobe. so it also was used to hang the enema can. After being undressed, I was told to kneel next to the bathroom stool, and I quickly learned the meaning of "enema." With the enema can at 5 feet and my toosh less than a foot above floor level, the enema ran into me very quickly and I cramped up quickly.. the ivory soap in the water didn't help either.

So my most vivid memory was the sight of enema can with the red tubing, the smell of Ivory soap, the feel of the heavily vaselined nozzle being pushed into my bung hole and the cramps.

I hated all the childhood enemas I had to endure.. fortunately they ended when I was about 12 years old.

My first enema occurred when I was approximately 2 years of age. I lived with my grandmother and I was given an enema by my mother in one of my grandmother's bedrooms. I remember the plastic from the dry cleaners was put down first and then a towel was used over that before they laid me down. I remember screaming and crying. I began to associate pleasure with the anal area and began inserting certain toys that reminded me of the experience. I also began to act out by writing humorous stories that had to do with farting or anything that had to do with the bum or buttocks. Then when puberty hit, I was secretly purchasing my own 2-quart and sneaking an enema or two in the half-bath when the rest of the family had gone to bed. The big red “hot water bottle” as we had called it had become a symbol of pleasure for me.

I must have about 3 years old when Mom stuck that bulb up my ass while sitting on the toilet. I forever remembered to never again tell her I was constipated.

Cant remember exactly. I was 4 or 5 lying on the table on my back, mom held my legs up and pushed several bulbs inside me.

Biggest thing I remember is wondering why I have not been doing this since the beginning. My legs were shaking during my first enema cause it felt so good