What do you remember most about your first enema

After not feeling good from a long car ride, Mom said that she would make me feel better when we got home. I was made to get ready for bed, and not much later, I was called into the bathroom. When I entered, Mom was sitting on the closed toilet seat waiting. I looked over to see the red squeeze bulb sitting in a bowl of soapy water. I didn't know anything at this time.

I remember having to get totally naked and climb over her lap, where my fingers were just touching the floor and legs flopping up in the air. Then my butt getting spread and Mom lubing up my crack. Then her sticking her finger in.

Next came the sounds of bubbles and shortly after, feeling something going up my butt. Then the rush of water, as she began filling me. The first two or three didn't feel bad, but as I got more, I remember pleading / crying to go potty. After a few more fillings and ready to burst, I was made to wait over her lap for ????? Eternity ?

Then I was allowed to go. Farts, big expulsions, cramps, and more expulsions. She stayed in the bathroom cleaning up while I crapped like I never remembered.

At some point I started looking in the drawer to look at the bulb. I saw the hot water bottle, tubing, and nozzle that looked like the one on the bulb. Never put the two and two together until it got used on me. Also found a douche nozzle, but again ???

My first memory in my life was being given an enema. I was maybe 3 or 4 and laying on the bathroom floor on a large towel. I figured my parents were going to change my pants like they did many times before. They wiped my butt and I still was not alarmed. That changed as my dad stuck something in my butt. I was shocked. Of course I cried and screamed. I do remember bouncing my bottom on the floor tried to get what was in my bottom out of it. I have no other memories of this at all . Just have vivid memories of bouncing on the floor.

My first enema was administered by yours truly in my junior year of high school. It was prescribed by my doctor to deal with constipation I was having during a bout with mononucleosis. The doctor told me what to do and after she told me what I needed, I went to the drug store (and though it was humiliating), I bought an enema bag and KY jelly. The first time was in the bathroom behind a locked door (I never even told my mother - too embarrassed) and after the ick factor of inserting the small nozzle up my bottom, I opened the clamp and the sensation of water going into me was just weird and so wrong. I probably didn't take more than a cup when I had to use the toilet, and leaving the clamp open, the rest of the bag soaked the towel I was lying on.

That first disaster aside, I kept trying and over a couple of weeks I was able to take a full bag. The enemas provided sweet relief and as time went by I found myself being aroused by the enema and the anal stimulation. This led to masturbating during the enema and a lifelong bond was formed that stays with me to this day.

I was fighting an intestinal infection, I think I was about four years of age. The doctor admitted me to the hospital and prescribed a mineral oil enema once a day for three days. I have to admit my first enema was a total catastrophe. The bed, the bedding, the floor, and one very angry nurse. OOPS! Do you mean you try to hold it in? LOL shit, I did not know.

I remember being scared of the nozzle, it seemed so big I didn’t want mommy to insert it in my bum. but has I soon fin out I wasn’t the one deciding! Mom dipped her long skinny finger in some Vaseline and slide it in my unwilling bum. i got a few spank but she finally inserted the big nozzle and I realized that it wasn’t that big of a deal!

Crying laying over Mom's lap, hearing the the bubbles and sucking sounds from the bowel as I got filled.

It hurt felt wrong and humiliating. Being held down by a trusting adult and then the nuzzle being pushed in with very little lube…plus the feeling of an strange object going in the wrong way. thanks to those Experiances…i never liked them at all whether it was the regular enema or the tiny fleet ones..i hate them.

@Miss_Sarah The doctor ordered a bag enema, not just a disposable one?

@Pecan_nutjob Yes, she suggested regular tap water enemas with an enema bag.

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 🤗😎

The “dread” about what it was going to feel like. The first time I felt my 9 year old buttocks being gently separated for the insertion of the black lubricated enema nozzle..it was painless but it felt tight. The most dreadful/memorable event was when the clamp was unclicked and the warm Castile soapy water began to stream into me with moderate intensity. It felt like it was whirling & spinning in my rectum.I just lost it and bawled and cried and wriggled like a dang baby…..

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.