What do you remember most about your first enema

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