What do you remember most about your first enema

Given by granny and aunt at the age of 9 due to tummy disorder. Will elaborate later this evening. Fretter

Following up to my earlier response as stated I had my first enema at the age of 9 due to overeating a combination of cheese and green apples from my granny's orchard. With no bowel movement for two days and a lack of appetite granny knew a corrective procedure was needed. My nearby aunt was summoned for assistance and upon arrival as she exited her car I noticed a shopping bag in her hand and a big smile and hello for me. After a few minutes went by I was called by my aunt to come inside to see my granny waiting for me in a bedroom at the rear of the house. As I entered the house I began to see newspaper spread in a path from my destination to the bathrooms at the opposite end of the house. As I entered the bedroom I instantly saw a standing coat rack with a bulging red rubber bag with hosing and some kind of black plastic at it's end. What really filled me with fear was the bag having soapsuds rolling out and down it. I turned to run out only to be grabbed and held by my aunt who briskly lifted me up and I quickly was face down upon the bed and instantaneously felt my summer shorts and underpants briefs pulled down past my buttocks. Able to turn my head Ieft I next saw my granny reaching into her dress pocket and pull out a jar of Vaseline. Suddenly my aunt pressed me down even more onto the bed as I saw the long plastic apparatus being coated with the greasy solution . With the greased tube in hand my granny next disappeared behind me and I next felt my behind being opened and spread and rubbing and pushing against my virgin hole with the greased intruder. Suddenly I felt the intrusion upward into me and the sound of a click and snap followed with a hot liquid flow going upward and a desperate feel of needing to poop and urinate. A brief bit of chastisement for my wrongdoing began as I felt pressure and cramping begin in my stomach and the outward swelling of my tummy and the need to evacuate. I next heard a gurgling sound and my aunt proclaiming “that's it”. Forced to remain upon the bed for a amount of time I next was told to go to the bathroom quickly as I could. I remember just getting seated as the massive explosions began. I remember hearing humorous laughter from my two caregivers during my bathroom visit. I have often recounted this experience for years. Fretter

To the best of my recollection, I was pretty much ambivalent to the occasion.

She used a 4 ounce bulb.

I got my very first enema at 6 by a nurse prior to x-ray of my hips. The soapy solution entering my colon felt somehow pleasant, a feeling never experienced before.

I was 7 and had not had a bowel movement for about 4 days. When I was escorted to the bathroom and saw the red bulging enema bag hanging over the tub, with the black nozzle laying on a towel in the tub, I knew something was going to happen that I was not going to like. Taking off my pjs, getting into the tub on my left side … preparing to have my bowels cleaned out.

I think my first enema was when I was about 12 or 13. Honestly, what I remember most was begging my dad not to. I remember the full feeling, and I remember how amazing it was to expel it.

Remember most: When the nurse came in with the bag of white water I had no idea what it was. He quickly got things ready and I watched. He never said anything. He pulled down the covers and said I already had a pad. Then he opened a big tube of KY at the same time he told me to take off my bottoms. I damn near died.

What he was going to do hit me like a truck. He had to tell me twice to take off my pajama bottoms. I finally did while he smeared KY on the end of the tube. He saw I had jockey shorts under the pajamas. He sort of snapped out, take off your underwear too. I took them off while he griped at me for wearing both pj bottoms and underwear. He told me I could wear one or the other but not both.

It was my most embarrassing moment ever. It quickly dropped down to second on the list of most embarrassing moments two or three minutes later after he convinced me to turn on my side.

Asking my self why I have not been doing this to my self for years

My 1st enema was a selfy at seventeen. It felt amazing!! Naughty sexy stinky forbidden and I've made up for lost time since then. ❤🚀🗼😜😈

I can only remember it consciously when I was about five years old. There were definitely some before that. They didn't come out of nowhere overnight.

Enemas were an absolute nightmare for me; with two exceptions. I will write something about that in my blog. That nightmare passed when I was about 11 or 12 years old. From then on I didn't get any more.

If someone had told me back then that I would love it in the distant future, I would have said they were crazy.

Today I get the most beautiful enemas from my wife, and we both really love it; she gets cracy when she gives me some and i get cracy when i get them from her hand.

...times are changing, sometimes even for the better 🤗😎

I was about 6 years old. My aunt took me to therapy. I did not know about its essence, they did not tell me, I even asked for treatment myself. Because of what the aunt and the nurse even laughed. They laid me on my stomach. The nurse then pulled off my pants and panties. From this I was confused, I was ashamed that I was lying with my panties down, and the nurse and aunt were looking right at my ass.I was given an enema and blown an oxygen-water mixture with a pear. She squelched and came out a little, causing itching in the pope. I was spinning on the table, kicking my legs and whining

…the very first enema is probably hidden in the haze of early life...🤔

The first uses of the rubber bulbs consciously burned themselves into my brain from the age of five. I can still feel them in my mind; I hated it when mom said a few fillings would do me good...

What I wouldn't give to be able to experience these situations again with today's attitude...

Mom should have put in extra shifts...😂😎

Walking past that full red bag of Ivory soap mixture. Pants pulled down and begging for it to stop. Waiting for five minutes to be over and hoping nobody knew I got it!!!!

The first enema I remember was one that my mom gave me when I was about 5. I remember how awful it was. I didn't like the nozzle being inserted, the soapy water rushing in, the resulting pressure and cramping. The worst part was my mom making me hold it until I thought I was going to explode!

I should add that my first ever enema bag enema in ‘59 seemed to take forever for the 1qt.of warm soapy water to flow in me..I was really backed up with a snake like 10" long b.m.that was too wide too pass.The Dr. “ordered” the enema bag hung @ 20" above my (small-for my age) butt..the inflow felt very intense..according to comments in the medical journal-it took 7 minutes for the enema bag to go empty. The fullness feel was really bad--It felt like my anus would explode any second and there’d be a big mess in the bathroom. As soon as the enema nozzle was removed my Dad lifted me up and put me on the comode.I had a immediate “blast” and the entire constipated “anaconda” came out .It literally felt like my intestinal tract had been scrubbed/cleaned out/empty…my first ever enema was very memorable !!

I have had enema only once. It was during play with my boyfriend.

He gave me enema as punishment, just because I pranked him saying I will not follow your instructions for strip-search play.

He tickled me a lot. To hide I ran to his bathroom and he trapped me there…like now you will be “punished”

When he started I was like it's like taking RT only. And I was ok with it

But It pained a lot in the tummy when liquid flowed.I was in tears. He had to stop in between seeing me in discomfort. His objective was not to hurt me I knew.

Just things turned that way. But he never did it again

It must have been water only since it was his bathroom but I am not sure because liquid hurt so much in the tummy.

And now I dread enema. Never want it again

Shruti,

You just need an experienced play partner to properly administer your enemas. They are too good to never try again. Promise.

I'm sure I had enemas before I could remember, being the oldest child found an infant syringe in the medicine cabinet. How I knew it went into the bottom, don't know. What I do remember is the neighbor coming over to help my mother hold me down, pull my pajamas down and stick the nozzle on the end of the yellow latex hose into me. I can't remember my age but it was so embarrassing. I guess it didn't bother me by my punishment exposed but sticking something into my butt was another matter.

Back in post #162 here I mentioned memory of my first full-bag enema - but it was self administered when I was just entering puberty. In the years prior to that, from about age five, I had been given (no idea how many) super soapy bulb enemas. Those bulb enemas were made by heating water on the stove in a white metal pot and adding a very generous amount of Ivory flakes (flakes, not snow) to the hot water in order to dissolve the flakes. I remember having to wait around wearing just a tee-shirt top with my bottom fully exposed for the enema mixture to cool down for use. The enema was so strong, it was like getting an 8oz suppository, and one full bulb of that set me off like a rocket ship!

Always thought this funny in the weird way. I‘m 99.99 % sure I was given an enema when I was 2-3. I remember my mother and grandmother being busy with heating water. Towels on the dining room table that are never there. I remember what seems to be afterwards my mothers aunts and a neighbor being there and making much of me. Praising me, now you’re better kind of thing. But I don’t recall the actual enema at all. Like blocked out. So why think I was given an enema? At age 12 or 13 I gave myself an enema with an infant syringe. The first squeeze as warm water rushed in it seemed memory cells long dormant burst open. You have felt this very sensation before! So I remembered the feeling if not the administratio.

How erotic it was when my play partner inserted the nozzle into my tight hole and then released the warm water into my rectum 🍑💦😈

@Real_Screamer I would think a million times to have enema for play next.

Now I will have enema only in real exam need.

And I hope I don't have to see that day ever

First experience matters a lot for me.

First “kind of genuine” gynec exam made me get drawn to medfet. Similarly first enema experience has terrified me for life.

I know it was just play with not even the minutest intention to cause hurt but still it was physically very painful. I cried in pain. What's more to say. Even though it was a brief moment but it was difficult.

I can only remember- as detailed as possible- the typical enema ritual that was always followed when mom gave me enemas. Her mentioning to me “Michael, I'm going to give you an enema”…. would send me into an emotional frenzy complete with butterflies in my tummy and weakness in my knees. Of course, it meant that my pj bottoms and underpants would be removed and I would obediently follow mom into the bathroom where I would anxiously observe the preparation of my enema. Running warm water, bar soap, the jingle jangle of the chome clamp, the metal lid of the glass vaseline jar. the bulging big red rubber open top enema with red rubber hose, chrome clamp and black nozzle smeared with globs of cold vaseline. After insertion, the room would become full of light and silence and then the whisperings of that familiar “weak” feeling deep inside my tummy from the warm soapsuds would begin to build. Oh how I pleaded with mom to stop it and take it out…. but my enema always continued and would pant- like a puppy. Oh how I hated enemas- and I wish I was that age being given my enemas like a good little enema boy…. michael https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/212297

I got my first enema from a nurse when I was 15 (I wrote a story about it, a link is posted in my profile). What I remember most is being embarrassed that I was getting one to being embarrassed I was getting an erection. The nurse was totally professional and said that it was a perfectly normal reaction for a young man.

My first enema was a surprise . I was in my early 20's and exploring my interest in medfet. I visited a woman who would examine me . Upon my arrival be sent in the other room . I then stripped naked and laid on my back on her massage table. One visit after rolling over and getting my rectal temperature taken. She remained in the room but went into the bathroom and prepared an enema for me. I was told to come over her knee . Spreading my cheeks in went the nozzle . It was just a plain water enema but it was my first .

The warm feeling of fullness in my butt and how hard my cock swelled up

First time as an adult: I got it from my ex who was much older than me, it was forced, because I had a really bad stomach ache. I received it in the diaper position and I cried when the nozzle was inserted deep into my anal. I was around 18-19 and he was 34, and I had never felt so small and young compared to him as that first time.

Running warm water, bar soap, the jingle jangle of the chome clamp, the metal lid of the glass vaseline jar. the bulging big red rubber open top enema with red rubber hose, chrome clamp and black nozzle smeared with globs of cold vaseline. After insertion, the room would become full of light and silence and then the whisperings of that familiar “weak” feeling deep inside my tummy from the warm soapsuds would begin to build. Oh how I pleaded with mom to stop it and take it out…. but my enema always continued and would pant- like a puppy. Oh how I hated enemas- and I wish I was that age being given my enemas like a good little enema boy…. michael

The above post is one of the BEST descriptions of receiving an enema that I have ever read. (We all know the cramps and expulsion come next.) Those words above make me want an enema, just the kind you describe.

It all depends on when it happened.

The first enema I consciously experienced as a child… simply horrifying.

The first enema in my late twenties… I almost went crazy.

Both enemas were administered by women. The first by my mother. The second by my girlfriend at the time, who is still with me today. An enema with far-reaching consequences.

As someone said, as a child held down on the bed by my mother and a neighbor being forced to take a bag enema, the bag held a quart of water and hung from the ceiling light, the cramps...