What do you remember most about your first enema

Probably that mixture of pleasure and pain at the same time that I felt then. Didn't know it was possible to feel both at the same time.

For me this aspect is very essential: that mixture of pleasure and pain at the same time that you will feel then occurs not only in taking your first enema but in swallowing your first dose castor oil too.

I remember most that I gave it to myself for the fun of it when I was 8 years old.

The only enema I remember receiving was when I was 9. May have received a few earlier, but if so, no recollection. The one I do remember was an effort to lower fever on the day I came down with the measles. Nothing special, just a plain ordinary enema.

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?

After all these years I still remember vividly the first enema. I was complaining about my stomach. I had eaten too much the day before and my mother knew it, so she didn't waste any time. She sent me straight to her bathroom where she prepared her pumpkin style orange bag with hot soapy water. I had watched my brother get enemas before, so I sort of knew what to expect. She had me strip and get on my knees. She had taken her douche nozzle off and replaced it with an adult enema nozzle. It looked HUGE to me. On my knees, head down, she lubed me and the nozzle and inserted it. I got chills from that. It is what actually started me on my way to anal erotica. She opened the clamp and almost immediately I started cramping. She let it run for a few seconds and shut it off, instructed me to get on the pot, where I released a small amount of water and a ton of refuse. Back on my knees, head down, in goes that wonderful nozzle, and the process is repeated, only this time the enema gave me a sensation I have never been able to adequately describe. I don't really know how much water I took, but that first enema was the start of nearly 66 years of going with the flow.

I was five I think. I was feeling bad and told my mom how I felt. She asked me when the last time I had pooped and I told her it had been a couple of days. She told me I needed an enema. I asked her what that was and she said you'll see. She told me to go lay down while she got things ready. After a while she cane into my room carrying a towel. She had me to take off all my clothes and wrapped the towel around me and guided me to the bathroom. She saton the toilet and took my towel and placed it in her lap. Then she pulled me across her lap and I started to cry because I thought she was going to spank me. She assured me she wouldn't spank me. The next thing I know she inserted a nozzle into my bum and squeezed a large red bulb to fill me with soapy water. She gave me two bulbs full and told me to try to poop. I did which made me fill better. Then she repeated the enema two more times to make sure I was all cleaned out. Whenever she came to my room with a towel in her hand, I knew what was coming.

What I recall is being on my back on the kitchen table. My dad held my legs back and my mother inserting a bulb enema in me and squirting water in me. I remember my dad saying give him some more. When I was full someone held a bowl in front of me where I expelled. I remember this happening more than once. I was around three years old.

Not a lot. I don't know if I remember the first time, if I remember an amalgam of earliest experience, or what. I don't remember the circumstances or if it was just part of a routine occurrence.. Those earliest memories would have had occurred between the ages of about 3-6 (my earliest memories of anything occurred at age 2-1/2).

Anyway, here is what I remember:

I remember having no clothes on and being in the bathroom with my mom.

I remember laying down across her legs on her lap while she was sitting either on the toilet or the side of the tub.

I remember her inserting her finger, probably with some type of lubricant.

I remember a tube being inserted in me and the plastic bucket with the water she had put in it.

I remember the white hexagonal floor tiles with the black ones in a symmetrical pattern.

I remember the warm water flowing into my bottom and also feeling it in my stomach on her lap. I don't ever remember it being painful. I may have experienced discomfort, but I remember laying there quietly across her legs until it was finished.

I remember her pulling the tube out.

And although I don't remember the feeling of expulsion, I do remember sitting on my little potty chair while she sat in there with me until I was finished.

Seems like it was nap time after that.

I remember mom opening my legs...putting sticky stuff up me and then pushing the little black tube in

We lived in a small house back then with an unheated bathroom in the basement. I was about three years old so the enema was given on the bedroom floor where it was warmer. I was totally naked laying on my back on a blanket. My Mother raised my legs, put Vaseline in my bum hole and then used a little red bulb to fill me. I think she used two or three bulb fulls. There was an old time chamber pot for me to sit on when I had to go. It was repeated if needed. I was constipated frequently when young. I didn't mind getting an enema but I hated soap sticks. They burned my bottom.

I don't remember getting enemas after I was six years old until my teen years when I gave them to myself when left alone. This all started over 70 years ago.

Memories of my first enema are vague at best since I was only 4 years old. However, I do remember the circumstances quite well.

I had developed a case of what was known then as "red measles" and was spiking a fever that peaked at almost 106F. Every effort to reduce the fever had failed and the pediatrician finally prescribed ice water enemas. As sick as I was and delirious from the high fever, I recall being stripped of all clothing, placed on a rubber sheet on the bed and given several ice water enemas. A small red rubber bulb was the syringe of choice that day.

The cold water caused instant cramps and remember crying through the entire procedure while my mother and father assured me it was necessary. And as arcane as the remedy sounded, it worked. The enemas were repeated several more times that day as the fever began to abate.

Later in my childhood that little red bulb became my introduction to the pleasures of an enema. It held a unique fascination that something soft and squishy with a little black pipe could cause such interesting feelings!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

The morning after xmas day 1950....I was awaken edand told to come into the bathroom...wher i find mom shaking a box of Ivory Soap flakes into the top of our new xmas gift...a red Sebring Sears enema bag.

Glancing over at me she tells me to get out of my jammy bottoms.

OK, I do a she asks...(keep in mind I have never had an enema )

Now she is shaking the bag, pretty aggressively...mixing the soap I found out later.

"On the floor on all fours Charlie she barks" like this is my idea or something.

Looking over my shoulder i now see cold cream being slathered onto the shiny black stick...hmm what's that about?

Well i found out and with an added quart of hot soapy water...yowwwzer.

What a wake up call that was.

When I was 12 my Mother would often go and visit with her sister in law (Sue) and take me along. On one occassion, Sue had mentioned that she wanted to learn about enemas because growing up her household did not use them. My Mother responded that she gave me an enema once a week and if Sue had a bag, she would give me one for Sue to watch and learn how. My parents were very strict and you simply did not question nor disobey Dad or Mom, so Mom took me up the bathroom and prepared everything. How how vividly I remember it all! Two armless chairs were placed next to each other but facing each other. My Mother prepared the water soultion and then removed all of my clothes. Then, they both took a seat next to each other but also facing each other. Mom directed me to lay across both of their laps with my bottom across her lap. Mom then proceeded to lubricate my anus, insert the tube, and begin to fill me with the water solution all the while verbally explaining the process to my Aunt Sue. After I had "held it" for an adequate amount of time, I was allowed to "go potty" in private. When I returned for the second filling, I was reversed with my bottom now across my Aunt's lap and my upper body across my Mother's lap. My Mother instructed and guided my Aunt through he procedure and needless to say, I was embarrassed beyond description. However, Aunt Sue learned her enema giving skills from my Mother and the practical part on my butt! Except for a very select few people, I have not openly shared this experience but I thought the readers here would enjoy reading about it.

I know that I must have gotten enemas prior to the one that I will describe here as there were two infant enema bulbs in our bathroom drawer that I sometimes would use as high powered squirt guns until I realized what they were for. However, the first enema that I remembered like it was yesterday occurred as follows.

My sister and I shared a bedroom with twin beds. My bedtime was 8 PM while my sister who is four years older than me was 9 PM when we were 6 and and10 years old respectively. I remember being frequently still awake when she would come to bed as I had a flashlight and could look at books under my covers.

One night my sister came to bed only to be called a few minutes later to come down to the bathroom. I could barely hear hushed voices and my sister complaining about something a few minutes later which piqued my curiosity. After several minutes, I got up and wandered down the hall to the bathroom door pushing it open.

There on the floor was my sister squirming and complaining with a hose up her bottom, my mother holding the enema bag, and my father looking on. My father looked up and remarked that maybe "she should go next" and soon found myself lying on the floor getting an enema while my sister was expelling while sitting on the toilet. I implored her to hurry up as I had to "go" so bad that it was a miracle that I did not have an "accident" on the floor. I will never forget those words, "maybe she should go next"!! I think I was hooked on enemas from that day forward.

My first enema was given after a spanking by an older gentleman i visited for a strip wash examinational n OTK spanking. the enema was a surprise but WOW i was hooked

I remember my first one at age of 5. It was a fleet one my parents had to block me on bed because I was so scared of that. Simply they can try to explain it to but they find more simple oblige me to take it. It was a moment but I pass an half hour on toilet to expelling all my bowel content.

Hating it. Still remember that. Liking didn't come until much later.

Yes, I didn't know what was to happen. Mom took me over her lap and gave me the soapsuds from a bulb syringe. I was scared and couldn't hold it.

I got small enemas from mom starting before I can remember details of them but I remember clearly my first enema strictly for fun.

My sister and I frequently took our bath together, often playing in the tub till our skin was all wrinkled. We loved bubble baths and under the bathroom sink near where the bottle of bubble bath usually was found, was the enema bulb. We sometimes took the bulb into the tub and used it to squirt water at each other. Mom saw us playing with the bulb and said, "put that thing away." "It is not a toy." Of course we both knew what it was for, having been on the receiving end of it. In the course of playing around, my sister somehow ended up on her hands and knees in front of me, so I squirted some water directly at her little butt hole. She did not move away so I refilled the bulb and touched it to her butt hole. She still did not move away so I slipped it in and squeezed. She still did not move so I refilled the bulb and squeezed again. Then she turned around and said, "My turn to do you." Soon I was feeling the warm bath water enter my butt. Then there was a mad dash to the toilet, dripping water all along the way.

Mom scolded us for getting the floor wet saying we should have used the toilet before we got into the tub. I don't think she realized at the time why we had to use the toilet in such a hurry.

We did that several times, sometimes giving the enema to ourselves, sometimes to each other. Eventually as we approached puberty we switched to showers alone, but those were the first enemas with no other purpose than fun.

Boy, do I remember my first enema. I was very constipated as a child and still am. It's kind of embarrassing but I did as a young child poo my pants. After many Doctor visits when I was about 7 years old maybe a bit younger, the Dr. Cohen suggested my mother give me a pediatric Fleet enema. I remember Mom having me undress she figured it might be easier for her to do it in the hallway since that she would be able to cut off my any of my routes of Escape. Anyways, she laid a large towel onto the floor she had me get down on all fours at the time I was freaking out not knowing what was going to happen I do remember crying since I didn't understand what she was doing she didn't really explain it very well. But since she was my mother I did what I was told and she stuck in my butt and squeezed it into me I what's told the whole that for a specific amount of time but since I was so impacted after a Time it just started leaking out but nothing solid came out. So basically what she did is went and grabbed one of my little sisters Luvs diapers and put it on me. And I spent the rest of the day in a diaper. It really didn't help after a while I did eventually have a bowel movement which was basically the length of my colon after I pushed and pushed to get it out. I soon just got over the pain and discomfort of having a hard BM's and did it to this day I don't spend much time on the toilet which unfortunately has led me to develop hemorrhoids for which I received the pleasure of my first colonoscopy which wasn't really do for a another 8 years since they suggest having it at age 50. Fortunately only one polyp was found but I most likely will need some sort of surgical intervention for my hemorrhoid. But that was my memory of my first enema. I do although like to take the occasional enema to flush my self out it actually does feel good to be fully void and empty. I will never take a tap water enema I had a bad experience with cramps. Distilled water and a little salt in the good old Red Rubber bag works perfectly. Although now that I am getting a bit older I need to obtain a retention nozzle.

Don't actually remember my first enema ... Possibly had been getting them forever, so to speak, because mom was a believe in them. My sister and I were regular recipients ... can't say there was ever a dislike for them because mom had always told us how important they were for good health and to occasionally clean out the body. When she taught us to self-administer, and because my sister and I got home from school two or more hours before they did from work, we enjoyed getting rid of our clothes and romping in the house nude. We also often gave each other enemas ... probably more often then mom would have ... but because she said 'take them when you feel you need them,' and because she had purchased our personal hygiene items in both bag and syringe forms, we used them often and without any inhibitions. We enjoyed enemas through our teens, fortunately married partners who also enjoy them, thus I think I can honestly say we've enjoyed enemas for our entire lives. And before you ask the questions, no we don't have any lesbian tendencies ... we just enjoy enemas, still enjoy giving them to each other when the situation presents itself. And my hubby and I enjoy our enema recreation often to help built a strong marriage

Apprehensive, as I did was I was told and climbed onto mother’s lap thinking I was going to get my temperature taken but knowing that something was going to be different as there was this red syringe looking thing setting in a the sink in a bunch of suds, also remember her putting her leg over mine to hold me still she said, I remember that feeling vividly.

Oh boy, MWS, another good reason for me to be careful with the hemorrhoids. Hadn't even thought of that.

I remember brown marks on the underwear fairly often... At the time I figured that was just usual.

I don't remember the first enema as much as the following ones, where I knew that they'd burn and cramp.

I was 13 or 14,was housesitting at à neighboor house

Been alone must I say take time to pleasure myself masturbated

So in the bathroom open the linen closet,sa a redbag that never réaly saw in my life

Humm so I fill up and plug myself to it

Ohh was great the feelings of the water rushing on my prostate

I was hook since then it was in my life in and out more Did I explore more it be come part of my life

Part of my life hygiene and was some stuff on the side Humm

2 yrs ago (19) I was in hospital because of unclear stomach pain. First they made daily controls with ultrasound and temperature measuring (maybe because it was weekend??), than they decided first to make a CT on my bowels (I got something ugly to drink and my first enema before that, while CT the second which was really nasty), the day after they made a coloscopy (where I got the third one).

I was about six or so. I have a very weak immune system and get sick really easily. My mother is very old fashioned so she used to give me enemas or suppositories whenever I had a sore tummy. I remember being really sick one time. I was in the bath with my friend, he’d come over to sleep. I cried out in pain during my bath so my mother took us out and got us dry, leaving my friend with my grandfather whilst she talked to me.

“Baby, When was the last time you went to the bathroom?”

“I think it was Wednesday..” It was a Saturday night when I said this.

“I’m going to make it better okay?”

I nod as she lifted my already naked body up and carried me into her bedroom. She lay me down on the bed. I sat up and she pushed me back down again.

“No baby, you have to lay down.”

I do as she says and lay down on my back. She grabbed her enema kit, I had no idea what it was at the time and the contraption scared me. She must have noticed the fear in my face.

“It’s Okay, It’s not going to hurt you. Mommy needs to see your bum Okay?”

I got confused. “My bum?”

“Yes baby.” She lifted my knees up to my chest and spread my cheeks and she visually examined my anus and rectum.

She then grabbed the Vaseline and put some on her finger. “Relax now...” She rubbed the jelly around my hole and poked her finger inside slightly, making sure I was completely lubricated. It shocked me, I let out a little gasp.

“It’s okay, it’s just Mommy...” She grabbed the already lubed up enema nozzle and squeezed out the excess air. I had no idea what she was doing, but I figured it had something to do with my bum.

“Close your eyes...” She said softly, reassuring me. I do what she says. “Now take a deep breath” I take a deep breath in and out.. “3, 2, 1...” She inserted the tip of the nozzle into my anus.

I squeal slightly.

“It’s okay baby, Mommy’s got you... Mommy’s here..” She squeezed the warm liquid into my butt. It was uncomfortable but at the same time it felt good, to be touched by the loving hands of my mother, with all her attention on me. I felt special. She removes the nozzle and fills it up a second time, repeating the process.

“There we go, that’s my brave boy...” That sentence made me smile no matter how strange this was for me. After a few more pumps I complain about feeling bloated.

“That’s normal... Mommy needs to watch you poop now Okay?”

“W-Watch me?”

“Yes, but it’s okay...” She picks me up and sits me on the toilet, stroking my cheek with her thumb. “Try to go now baby...”

I expel the liquid and everything else, my mom takes a look at it to make sure everything is normal and wipes for me.

“You’ve been a good patient for Mommy today...” She smiles.

After that I get dressed and go play with my friend..

The memory that sticks out most in my mind as it was not too long ago my first enema, is how fast I could run to the bathroom.

Peace,

Caz

The memory that sticks out most in my mind as it was not too long ago my first enema, is how fast I could run to the bathroom.

Peace,

Caz

Likely followed by the realization of how fast what was in you was coming out.

At the age of 15 I have had a severe influenza accompanied with a constipation. Fortunately my great-aunt was trained in giving enemas. So I have had the chance to receive my first cleansing enema. Even today I remember the agreeable relaxing feeling due to the flow of the warm soapy water in my colon.

Time you had another caz, would help with those pains. xxx