What do you remember most about your first enema

What single thing do you remember most of your first enema? How old were you and how was it given

Beth

Never received enemas from parents, got my first one when I had my appendicts out at about 13 yrs from a nurse. Got a hardon right away and knew then and there there was something erotic about enemas and anal play.

I am sure I had many enemas before I remembered the first. What I recall was always the sound of the bulb syringe being squeezed with the nozzle under water. That sound of the air bubbles always was a signal that I was getting another bulb of soapy water injected into my rectum. The nozzle entering and the first rush of fluids almost always felt good. It was after that the panic would set in as I continued to get filled.

I was 3 years old, over my mother's lap. She was using an enema bag, and my father was watching. Even at three, it was humiliating for me. I'm sure that's why I remember it, as it is the only thing I can remember before I was 4.

I don't think it was during my first enema, but I remember lying over my mom's lap and I could see the basin mom was getting the soapy water from. I could not see in the basin. But, if it her hand still held the bulb as she withdrew her hand , I knew another was coming. As I got older, the fills increased.

Curt, I got the bag later in my youth. My first enemas were with the bulb which was the answer for every aliment I had.

Bethbeth, I never got enemas with a bulb. It was always the bag. There were always bad cramps that made me cry, and I was forced to take it until my mother was satisfied that I couldn't take any more.

Strangely, I had a hate/love thing about it. I always longed for the next one, hoping it wouldn't hurt as bad.

The terror of all the adults ganging up on me - driving me into the bedroom, laying me down and holding me in place - and that long nozzle about to violate my poor smellhole (and that was only a Fleet enema!)

Our Apartment was small and out bathroom was very small, so I received mine right in the kitchen. There was not privacy in those days

I was 11, and terrified having seen my brother kicking and screaming a years before. I remember how shocked I was when it actually felt GOOD! I got it from mom on my back, holding my legs up while she gave me five bulbs full. I got vey hard, right there in front of her. Very embarrassing.

I don't remember my first enema, but I do remember my first embarrasing enema. I was 6 and didn't like what was happening to me and mom could not control me. She called my sister in to help her by holding my legs and refilling the bulb. After filling the bulb for the fourth and final time sis asked mom if she could give it to me and mom said yes. and so sis did.

After that never fought mom again.

There was a second embarrasing enema which I'll relate if anybody is interested.

I was in bed and mom came in carring this red bag and a rubber sheet. Mom asked we to get up and take off my pj bottoms, she put a rubber sheet on the bed and hung the red bag from the top bunk bed. I layed on my back and mom told me that I was a big boy and was going to get an enema. I had no idea what it was and I soom found out.... From then on got weekly enemas either in bed or on the bathroom floor.

Sure top gear, tell us about the other one.

I remember back when I was about 11 or 12 a close lady friend of my Mom's was watching me and my Kid brother at her home while my parents went out of town. I was her son's best friend and he passed away at about 8 and she kind of took me over like a son. I was in a very pissy mood on this one day and she about had enough of my foul mood. She Warned me in final way to knock it off or she would give me something to be pissed about. I knew she was NOT a hitter, so I kind of dared her in so many words and walked away....she seemed to ignore me and continued doing what she was doing. I went and was watching TV and she went into the Bathroom.

About 10 minutes later she came out and came over to me and took me by the arm and lead me into the Bathroom where she told me to strip my pants off. The firmness in her voice and grip on my arm told me she meant business, and I better comply. She then told me that I will think twice before I ever back mouthed her and dared her again. She had me lie on my back on a thick towel and it was then that I saw that bulging red Hot water bottle/Enema Bag hanging high above me, filled to the brim. The unmistakable smell of soap told me that I was in for a good one. She had a couple of small peices of ivory soap floating in the basin for which she took and slowly inserted into my butt hole one by one... killing two birds with one stone...giving me an initial STING, and lubing my butt hole for the nozzle.

She was squatting besides me and suddenly I got a beautiful glimps up her skirt and to her Panties and Stocking tops. WOW. She then stood up took the thick Douche nozzle and snaked it up my Butt and opened the snap which was near the top of that bulging red bag. The initial air in the tubing bubbled into me giving me an initial sensation, and then came that hot soapy water gushing into me. She stood above me with her legs spread on both sides of me and I got a great view up her skirt while she gave the bag an initial good squeezing, to get it going full force. She then bent over and held that nozzle in place so it would not slip out or come out by my own efforts....of course I was then mesmerized by the sight of her pantied stockinged Bent over Butt with the Garters stretched over those white cheeks. I of course got a huge Woodie...one of a size I never before experienced....WOW. then the cramps really were hitting. but she kept the flow going full no matter what I said. I was totally helpless and in full control by her.

She stood back up and started squeezing that bag forcing the flow to go faster with more power and

the cramps hit again....just when I thought I was going to bust, I had a climax of cum shooting out of my pecker that sent shudders throughout my body and I never even touched it. WOW again...she ignored it all but a wry smile on her face told her the truth about it all. When the last drop was in me, She made me hold it all for about 10 minutes of crampy gut wrenching agony...and then she let me sit on Pot and let it all out. I spent a good hour or so going back and forth to the Head shitting my brains out. There were other occasions of this [perhaps secretly perpetrated by me??] until I was about 13 or 14. She never touched me, and I never touched myself during any of these episodes...but the climatic explosions never the less were fantastic.

I was seven or eight. My older cousin (she was 18 or 19) was staying with me and my sisters while our parents were away for the weekend. I was severely and painfully bound up and couldn't go. My cousin called the place where our parents were staying and told my mother what was wrong with me. She gave me an enema with a white and black bulb type syringe while my oldest sister (who later became a nurse) watched. I didn't think anything sexual about it at the time....just incredible relief!....but years later I found that bulb syringe and would give myself enemas and fantasize about my cousin and other women giving it to me.

My aunt helping my mother prepare the enema for me.

My first was with a children's bulb syringe after a suppository didn't work. It was a surprise to me. My Aunt had me lie across her toweled lab , I could hear the syringe being filled. My cheeks were parted and then that strange feeling as the nozzle was inserted and did not hurt, then the warm sensation as the enema soapy water entered . After that I would fib about my BM's to get this treatment again. My age was around 5 or 6.

I don't remember anything about my first enema because I was much too young.

Bethbeth, that story (1😎, is the BEST!!!I couldnt stop laughing!! I bet that taught your brother to keep his nose out of other peoples business!! have you ever talked about it with your bro since then? I would PAY to go back in time to experience that, either watching, or getting!!

It was unusual but not unpleasant. It was a new neverknows feeling...I remember that after my first enema from Mommy I have want more and I do it myself)...

> What single thing do you remember most of your first enema? How old

> were you and how was it give

I was five when I got my first enema. It was given with a red open-top enema bag, red hose, and black, bat-shaped enema nozzle. Daddy held the bag and Momma lubricated me and the nozzle with cold cream. The thing I remember most is the wonderful feeling of the nozzle first probing my opening, slowly being rubbed around and then gently sliding into me. It was the most amazing feeling.

The soapsuds felt good too -- no cramping and my parents must have given me the enema very slowly. I could feel the nozzle inside me the whole time. Occasionally it would wiggle a bit and I thought that was great!

But the *single* thing I remember most is the feeling of the insertion of the nozzle.

The strange part of your question is that I was thinking of that very thing today. Weird huh! But what I want to know is. What you were thinking was going to happen to you when your mother told she was going to give you an enema? Especially if you were 5 years old.

I remember what I think was my first enema. I was 5 or 6. I was having severe cramps that was diagnosed by mom as constipation. However it also could have been caused by eating several crayons prior to the diagnosis. Burnt Sienna was my favorite.

My mother, the sweet angel she was, wanting to help her poor ailing son. Of course the miracle cure all of the 50's was an enema. Everything from stomach disorders to hang nails was cured with an enema.

Now I knew absolutely nothing about an enema. What it was. What it did. How it was done. But I was about to get on the job training.

Mom sweetly plucked me from our Samsonite kitchen floor carrying me like a sack of potatoes to the bathroom. This is nothing new. I've been in the bathroom several times before. I knew every inch of it. From the pedestal sink, Yellow porcelain toilet and claw foot bath tub. But there was a new addition to the bathroom. Hanging from a piece of string off the shower curtain rod was a large bloated bag. It reminded my of a water balloon. I considered myself an expert of water balloon. Having discovered the exact quantity of water to put in to create the highest velocity ending in the biggest splash.

"What's that mommy," I innocently and naively inquired.

My mom looked down at me with her caring and gentle eyes.

"That's a hot water bottle I'm going to use to give you an enema."

At that moment I noticed snaking down from the hot water a long off white hose ending in a short tube. In the center of the hose was a metal clip. Mom had opened the medicine cabinet and took out a large jar of vaseline. She set the jar on the bathroom counter and sat down on toilet seat cover. She pulled her dress up revealing her stockinged legs.

"Can you get undressed for Mommy?"

Getting undressed meant taking a bath. A bath with the holy grail of sudsy fun. Mr. Bubble. I quickly stripped off all of my clothes and grabbed one of my aquatic toys. A rubber frog. But I quickly noticed that there was no water in the bath tub. I proceeded to correct this small oversight.

"Aren't you going to put water into the tub mommy for my bath?"

"No honey. All the water I need is in that hot water bottle." She gently grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her. "I need you lie over mommy's lap."

Mommy's lap? The last time I laid across mommy's lap I got a spanking. But I haven't done anything particularly bad lately. So I started a small grass fire with my magnifying glass as I was testing the combustion threshold of an ant.

"Are you going to spank me?" I dropped my frog and covered my rear for protection with both hands.

"No. I'm not going to spank you." Mom pulled me to her knees and over then I went face down.

Now here I am naked. Laying face down over mommy's lap and this big water balloon is hanging above me. My arms dangled over her right thigh and my legs dangled over the other. I felt her hand gently pat my naked upturned bottom and her other hand pushed a finger full of vaseline into my bottom. It sort of tickled as she moved her finger in an out a few times. Then the hand patting my bottom, separated my butt cheeks and I felt a large tube being pushed very gently into my rear end. It stopped when I felt the flange of the nozzle touch the opening of my anus. My butt cheeks were spread a little wider. Probably to check on the success of the insertion. Then they were squeezed together. Trapping the nozzle inserted up my bottom.

"Okay honey. I'm going to turn on the water."

So far I had no idea what was going on here. Here I was laying naked over my mom's knees connect via rectum with the water balloon.

This is an enema? How long do I lay here with this thing stuck in me. Well as you all know. I didn't have to wait long. After a short delay, there was an ear shattering click that echoed off the walls of the bathroom. It sounded like a rifle shot to me. But what I couldn't hear was the water rushing through the hose obeying newtons first law of gravity. All objects being solid or liquid head toward the center of the earth. Unfortunately I was between the hot water bottle and the center of earth. The water rushed unmercifully into my gut obeying another law of physics. Two object can not occupy the same space. The water was displacing my guts. I could actually feel myself rise above my mom's lap pivoting back and forth on my bloated stomach. But that wasn't the worse part.

"Mommy!! I gotta go potty now!" I cried out as the urge to poop became my only focus.

Now this kind soul. My mother. Who is suppose to protect me from monsters in my closet. Playfully ruffled my hair.

"You have to take all of the water."

All of the water? Niagra Falls doesn't had this much water. I can taste my spleen. The organs in my body have been completely displaced by all of this water. Any moment it's going to come out my ears.

"I really really have to go potty. I can't hold it," I pleaded.

More hair rustling which was her way of saying no. I remember when I wanted a gun and holster to go with my Lone Ranger costume. All I got was a head pat and no gun. But this was way different. First I wasn't cramping and felt like I had to poop out a bowling ball and second this isn;t going to cost mom any money. Her usual answer for my inquiries. Like can I have a gorilla mom? She would tell me we can't afford a gorilla. But having her let me go to the bathroom was something she could afford and better allow before I create a new art fad. Enema-art on our bathroom walls. But just as the cramps and urge became unbearable...

"Good boy. You took it all." Mom sang out in praise.

Good...Get this thing out of my butt and get off the toilet. Also hold all my calls for about 5 years once I get on the toilet. But I was about to learn another painful reality of the enema. The nozzle remained in my bottom even though the water supply was exhausted.

"You said it was done. I really need to go potty." I seethed out through clenched teeth.

"You have to hold it for 5 minutes now honey."

You know it's tough to be a kid.

Videoexplorer, thanks for another of your hysterical little kid stories. " Also hold all my calls for about 5 years once I get on the toilet". You have a real talent in story telling.

I can't be sure that the memories were of my first, but I remember lying on a towel on the bathroom floor, looking up at the bulging red bag. My mother was smiling sweetly down at me, and explaining that she was going to give me an enema.

I remember the delicious feeling of the nozzle sliding in, and how good it felt firmly filling my bottom . Then the click and the strange feelings as the water surged into me. The the bitter sweet cramps, and wondering if the bag was ever going to empty.

I was five when I got my first enema. It was given with a red open-top enema bag, red hose, and black, bat-shaped enema nozzle. Daddy held the bag and Momma lubricated me and the nozzle with cold cream. The thing I remember most is the wonderful feeling of the nozzle first probing my opening, slowly being rubbed around and then gently sliding into me. It was the most amazing feeling.

The soapsuds felt good too -- no cramping and my parents must have given me the enema very slowly. I could feel the nozzle inside me the whole time. Occasionally it would wiggle a bit and I thought that was great!

But the *single* thing I remember most is the feeling of the insertion of the nozzle.

I remember my first one well. I had no idea why I was getting it. My mother had me naked in the bathroom on all fours. I remember her putting the nozzle in which was alright. Then I remember the water going in. The second a cramp hit I started crawling as fast as I could. The nozzle came out and everything else all over the floor. I hated it. My sister who is two years older knew the second she saw me crawling fast out of the bathroom what had happened.

I remember all these strange sensations in my rectum, Getting lubricated with Vaseline, Mom inserting the long enema tube. I remember the strange feeling of warmth flowing into my bowel. It felt nice. I remember some cramping but mostly the warm feeling.

My first enema was a terrifing experience..................I was 5 years old and in the hospital for surgery and I had no idea what was going to happen to me. The night before they gave me no supper and in the evening a nurse (starched whites, stern look, etc) came in wheeling a cart that had a bunch of cans with a towel over the top. She took one out and I could see the suds in the white enamal can with a hose attached. I was only wearing a backless gown and she flipped me over and lubed up my butt. I started to fight back but she told me to behave and be still, that she had a lot of enemas to give that night. Before I knew it the hot water was flowing and the pressure was intense. I thought she was going to explode me when she finally took the nozzle out and sat me on an enamal bed pan. She left the room and there I sat on the bed afraid to shit. The results came bursting out, splashed all over me, the bed and I was mortified. Another nurse came in, saw my predicament comforted me, cleaned me up and I think I cried myself to sleep that night. The surgery is another story, but before I was discharged, another enema was given...................this time my a very gentle and careing nurse and I got a belly rub and sweet treatment from her. From that time till now, I have been fascinated with enemas and have had a fetish for them. This was in 1947 when you got enemas for just looking cross-eyed. I am sitting here looking cross-eyed and waiting but my wife just thinks I am crazy, but I am still looking for that last nurse.

Can't say that I remember the very first enema, as I was probably only about 3 when I started receiving them from my Mom, whenever I wasn't feeling well. But I still remember the multiple experiences I had, all about the same. A thick terry cloth towel was placed on the bathroom floor (floor was heated in the winter months), and my mother would have me lie naked on the towel on my stomach, while she slowly administered the warm ivory soap suds enema from the red bag, red hose, and black enema nozzle, which was hung from the bathroom door knob. My butt was always well lubricated with Vaseline, and the enemas were always very gentle, and my mom would always let me tell her when I had taken enough at one time, and she would stop for a while. I guess because my early enemas were such a positive experience, I began giving them to myself in later years when I went into puberty. Been enjoying them ever since.

Hah! I remember very little, but it was definitely a non-event. It was self-administered with improvised equipment, the tubing didn’t match the funnel, and I tried in vain to seal the gap with a wash cloth. I think it took a few frustrating attempts before I got things to work. This was at fifteen or sixteen.

I was probably 5 or so for the first one I remembered - had to go into the bathroom, my mother was a nurse and she had her uniform on and was holding the red open top bag with a black regular nozzle - I had to take strip from the waste down and bend over the tub -- it was very humiliating. I am not sure when I began to like it though -- the smell of the rubber bag and feeling the nozzle being inserted ...