What do you remember most about your first enema

After reading through the posts I thought I would add some additional experiences.

A female friend in college was having stomach issues, and she went to the clinic for a barium swallow. After she got there they decided to do a lower GI. Since she had been fasting she was told all she needed was "4 ounce Fleet." She described the nurse that gave it to here as being rough, but she got through it, she said she didn't think much but the solution came out.

She was then taken to X-Ray where she saw the bag of barium, and expressed that she could never take it all. The technician said she only has to take as much as needed for the X-Ray. She said that comforted her, and as the procedure started with "Barium on" and "Barium off" repeated several times she started to feel full but not uncomfortable. When she was done and as she was assisted off the X-Ray table she realised she had taken most of the bag. When she saw that she said she felt really full.

When it was all done she the worst part wasn't the enema going in but that "She felt like she would never stop shitting."

A few years prior to that I had a groupy that used to call me at the radio station, a single mother who was up for anything! Her youngest daughter, perhaps from the stress of the divorce, had some health issues. In order to prep for some tests she had to give the girl an enema. She asked me to tell her what to do, so I talked her through it, she even let her older daughter hold the bag.

She said everything went fine, then enema was success without much fussing, the younger daughter like being the centre of attention. One problem, now here older daughter wanted an enema, too. My friend tried to tell the daughter no, she didn't need one, but she fussed enough mum finally gave in. I asked if that satisfied her curiosity, and her reply was, I don't think I should have done that, now she wants another one!

Can’t remember the age

I absolutely did not want it and was hidden until grandma and grandpa found me. My grandpa and sister of grandma constrained my legs, was crying and screaming while she was giving me with her bulb

I even expelled it on bed

They were not happy and received a second one until I hold it enough time. As I did not want a third one, holding time was respected

I don't remember my very first enema because it was at an early age. From comments mom made, I got small enemas from the time I was potty-trained on. I do remember my first enema that was strictly for fun. My sister and I were playing with the bulb in the bathtub, using it to squirt water at each other. One thing led to another and soon we were giving each other small enemas with that bulb. I also clearly remember my first enema with a bag. I was ten, staying at grandma's during summer vacation. And I will never forget the first enema my husband gave me. It took a bit of sweet-talk because he was not experienced, but us girls have ways of convincing the guys to do what we want.

@Cheryl77177 Yes, you women hold the key. 😉

My most memorable moment in my first ever enema bag enema as a 9 year old boy was when the metal clamp was unclicked and the firm stream of 103--104F.soapy water began rushing into my constipated rectum/g.i.tract . It felt very warm with a "dreadful" peculiar -- uncomfortable "tingle" effect from the castille soapy water that continued to rush/stream into me . I was for maybe 15 seconds -- "stunned". It continued to stream in and tingle and then the initial feel of fullness/pressure began. I just lost it and began to bawl--fuss-squirm as I got my first ever enema bag enema. It was a bit "humbling" for my 9 year old boy pride -- and after expelling it I put my p.j.bottoms on and "pouted" quietly in my room.

The memory is vivid these 70+ years later. It was summer time and I was staying with my grandparents in Bremerton, Washington. My maternal grandmother was very keen about keeping track of my toilet habits. "Stu, have you had a BM today?" My answer ? "No, Gram." I had been taught to always tell the truth, but this set of circumstances called for a different response. My "No Gram" resulted in a series of steps that soon became routine.

"Well, Stuart, you need to keep regular. If you do not have regular bowel movements, I will have to give you a spoonful of Fletcher's Castoria. If that doesn't work, I'll have to give you an enema." There was always this warning. "You don't want to be like Uncle Al and Uncle Charlie. They have to have enemas every day." Aha! Something to strive towards. Al and Charlie lived in a tiny house on my grandparents' property. I frequently saw Gram headed down there with the enema equipment in its box.

Soon it became a major goal of my life to get the enemas. I loved the enemas. They started when I was six or seven. The first ones were from a bulb syringe, but I soon "graduated" to the 2 quart Rexall bag from the Ivory colored box with a cellophane window. She used the small black nozzle, but my eyes lit up when I saw the longer, larger douche nozzle.

I was intent upon watching the whole process. Gram would test the water from the faucet - not too cold - not too hot. When the temperature was just right, she would hold a bar of Ivory over the opening of the bag such that soon soap suds would come billowing out. The bag was filled to the brim. The black rubber stopper was screwed back in and the bag was hung from the shower curtain rod.

I was across Gram's lap as she sat on the closed toilet seat. My memory tells me that I took most of the bag each time. That was a large volume for a young boy. I don't recall any accidents. She got me onto the toilet seat in plenty of time to expel.

I told this story a few times as an adult. A psychologist colleague of mine observed, "Sounds like your grandmother had a bit of kink." I have always defended her. It was the period of the 1940's and 50's. It's been described as "The Golden Age of Enemas."

Those years of my childhood and adolescence were times when a person rarely saw a doctor. Whatever the malady, the first treatment of choice was one or more enemas.

When I was seven or eight years old, my father was being prepared for some type of diagnostic procedure. The doctor's instruction was "Give enemas until clear." Mom and Dad were in the bathroom for what seemed like hours. My father was screaming. "Ahhhhhhhh" "Ohhhhhhhhhh" I could not tell if these were sounds of pain or pleasure. These 70 plus years later, I still don't know. A part of me wishes they had sent me to one of the sets of grandparents.

In 1961, my parents were selling their Olympia home and moving to a retirement facility. One of the things we discovered was a stack of Penthouse magazines and it sister publication, Penthouse Variations. It was during that time that many of the articles were on the topic of enemas. My father initiated a conversation with me about enemas and the role they played in my parents' marital life.

Having discovered the joys of enemas only relatively late in my life to date - I was in my early forties - I have a very clear and fond recollection of my first time with a bag. A typical drug store red bag with the, in my opinion, nasty white hose and choice of vaginal or anal nozzle.

As soon as I got home with the bag I made for the bathroom, turned in the hot water and stripped. Having read up on how to administer to myself I was fully prepared for what I was about to do. What I was not prepared for was the psychological thrill of the whole experience. The anticipation.m the curiosity. The “naughtiness”. All of it had me rock hard as I bled the air from the hose, applied a blob of petroleum jelly to the nozzle and slid it home in one, admittedly tentative, movement. Lying on my back, I watched as the bag drained and deflated and I marveled at how simple and comfortable the process was. No cramping. No hesitation. Just the thrill of the experience.

I was hooked instantly.

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.

Cheryl, Do you recall why your grandmother gave you an enema?

To Pecan nutjob - Yes, I remember. When I got bored at home during summer vacation, mom would send me to grandma's for a week or two. I suppose the change of pace and maybe I was too busy playing with my new friends that I did not take time to poop when I should have. After a few days grandma correctly concluded that I was constipated. She suggested an enema would make me feel better. Since I remembered her and mom giving me one with a red bulb a couple of years earlier, I agreed. I was totally surprised when I was called to the bathroom that evening and saw that big red bag that I knew as a hot water bottle hanging there. She only made me take about half of the bag, which sure worked, but I knew that would not be the last time I would have an enema with a bag. A couple of weeks later I sort of faked constipation to see if I could get another one. It worked, but that was the last one from her. I think she figured out the second one was not really needed because the next time I hinted that I needed an enema she told me to ask my mom when I got home.

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.