Playing with equipment as a kid.

How many here used to play around with the family enema equipment before getting the nerve to try the real thing on your own. I remember growing up we had a fountain type bag hanging on the inside of our bathroom closet door. If the door was open I would stick the nozzle in my rear to pretend I was giving myself an enema. I remember the first time I got the nerve to try it my mom was outside in our big garden. I could see if she was coming to the house by our bathroom window. I stuck the nozzle in my rear poured a glass of water in the bag and got mostly air and very little water. but I was both proud and nervous that i would be caught.

I first played with the enema nozzle at age 10 or so. Didn't do the real thing 'till I was 12 or so, been doing 'em ever since. Love it.

I think for many of us, playing with the stuff was just part of the process. I remember taking the bulb into the bathtub with me to play with. Squirting water around and such. One time mom came in and said, "Put that thing away, it is not a toy."

I of course knew what it was, but actually, for me it was beginning to be a toy.

My grandmother is so anti-enema that, when my father was growing up, she actually kept the bag and hose in the linen closet in the hall, all the way on the top shelf, in the back, where SHE needed a step ladder to get to it. She kept the douche nozzle in an old diaper bag under the bathroom sink and the enema pipe she hid well. Dad never found it. I was actually the one to find it 35 years later in her bra drawer.

She didn't have a clue: Dad had fashioned a useable enema nozzle out of a Bic pen, using a disposable lighter he had found on the ground while walking the dog. No one in the house smoked so the lighter was well hidden. He had figured out how to keep the hand-made nozzle EVEN BETTER hid! By the time she had any clue, he was old enough to drive and had bought his own bag.

Sure, I used to sneak an enema when the opportunity presented itself. Our family equipment, bag or bulb, would be left out to dry for a couple of days after an enema. It always seemed to be calling me when I saw it. Even when it was put away it was conveniently located in a small linen closet in the bathroom. In our second house it was kept in the vanity under the sink. I rarely missed an opportunity to slide a nozzle up my fanny as a kid or give myself a few bulbfuls.

In our house the enema equipment was always somewhere in the bathroom,either under the sink,or sometimes in the bottom of the clothes basket. Finally i got up the nerve to try giving myself an enema. We had an old tub,the kind with the eagle claw feet. It took a long time to fill up,so while it was filling id give myself an enema and the sound of the tub filling with water would drown out the noise of me taking and expelling my enema. It was finally nice when i was home alone and could enjoy my enemas more and take my time.

We didn't have any actual equipment, aside from a small bulb, which had never been used on me. I had to figure it out on my own, tentatively giving myself squirts of water or air while standing by the bathroom sink and seeing how it felt. Eventually I got tired of how much time it took to use the bulb - it was pretty tiny. In my preteens, I made the connection of using the shower hose by taking off the sprayer head and holding it up against my hole, letting the stream of water push its way inside. Whenever I had some uninterrupted time alone, I'd get that hose in my butt at the first opportunity.

The red bag hanging from the hook on the inside of the bathroom door. That was just where it was - all the time. Sitting on the potty, it was pretty much the only "view" anyone had. Of course, I had to click the clamp and play with the tips....and think!

At those days enemas was given to me by a red bulb, usually hidden in a wall cabinet with a bag, hose and nozzles. The bag was reserved for my older sisters, so my interest was focused on bulb, that soon became a wonderful toy. I am minor after 3 older sisters so I was seldom left alone at home, but at every occasion, "old chap bulb" was drown out the cabinet for some delightful game.

Some mess, little nervous and guilty, rather speed heart rate and a lot of childish innocent fun.

Happy E.

Acquaman

Never had the nerve, as an adolescent, actually to use the equipment. But when I knew I was safely home alone of an evening, after the parents went out, I would carefully open my mother's closet door, carefully slide the clothes to the side, and look on with a mixture of dread apprehensiveness and true excitement at the yellow latex bag, and hose, and nozzle that I craved. I was always careful to return the closet (how appropriate a spot for these slealthy adolescent activities) to its original arrangement, lest I arouse suspicion about my interests.

[color=#000000]I can't remember exactly how old I was when I was started on the bulb..... too young to know what was happening.[/color]

[color=#000000]As I grew older, my bulb enemas were very strong, made from Ivory Snow.... [/color]

[color=#000000]I must have been around seven when I first saw the enema bag hanging from the shower head - I was very curious. [/color]

[color=#000000]I remember filling it up with water and playing with, shooting water all over the tub. [/color]

[color=#000000]Considering my dread of enemas, I would have thought I would have nothing to do with the bag - but I did not consider it as something that would be used on me, and so I considered simply as something to play with. Like a toy in those days when we didn't get many toys...[/color]

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How many here used to play around with the family enema equipment before getting the nerve to try the real thing on your own.

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I certainly did. Not long after my first enema at the age of five, I discovered the enema bag hanging up on the open door of the closet in my parent's room. I was too short to take the bag down but could reach the red hose that came out of the bottom of the bag and was looped back up into the open top. I pulled on the hose and the nozzle came out and dangled within my reach. I slid down my shorts and undies and tried to put the nozzle where I remember it going. About that time, my mother came in and stopped me. She instructed me to let her and Daddy know if I needed an enema and not to try one by myself. Of course, that didn't stop me but it did make me much more cautious about playing with the family enema bag I loved.

I didn't get to try actually giving myself an enema with water until I was about eleven and was left at home alone for what I knew would be long enough.

A couple or so times a year I would bring out our enema can and look at it and its red/orange tubing and set of black nozzles. Never had the nerve to use it, however.

First bag of my own at 22 and living away.

After receiving my first enema as a kid the equipment was left hanging in our hall bathroom for quite sometime; a constant reminder everytime I went into the room. It was an open invitation for me to play with it. When I was about 12 or so I got up the courage to try lubricating the tip and pretend I was taking an enema. I finally took my first solo enema when I was about 15; albeit a small one. I was hooked.

When I would have the house to myself (which was not often) I would experiment with my parents bag and bulb. I liked the bag best but at 13 could not get the entire bag in at one time. I also experimented with air enemas using an aquarium pump.

I had discovered the bag, hose, and nozzle. Then on day my mom had the bag, hose, and nozzle in her hand and asked me how did I get it wet. I said I was just plaining with the water. She said do what me to show you what it is used for. LOL Very nice.

Hay poolboy did mom show you what is was for?

I think we all played with the equipment when we were kids if we had access to it. What strikes me now is that I don't think I ever played with enemas with other kids. It seems we did other things with our privates but not enemas.

When I was like 22. My grandmother had one but I had no idea what it was. One day I filled it up with water and was watering house plants with it lol. Once I learned what it was I thought about that day and lol'ed.

The bag always hung on a hook on the linen closet door. The small bulb was in it's cardboard carton hidden behind the towels. I didn't dare try the bag, wasn't sure it would dry fast enough. So I used the bulb. It was way back on the shelf and it took some effort to find. When I got to use it however, I locked the door and hoped no one would find out.

Mom's enema bag was in the side cabinet in the bathroom. I would periodically look at the red bag with the black nozzle and several times inserted into my rectum just to see how it felt. It felt pretty darn good and that is probably what got me into my own enemas.

Loved my mom's latex amber bag on back of bathroom door. used it when parents were gone. later after we moved to new house my bedroom was on 1st flr. and for some reason a BF Goodrich combo bag was stored in my bathroom., oh happy days!!!!

I find it interesting that although I received only 3 enemas growing up I always knew where the enema equipment was stored. Although I did not actually give myself an enema until I was a teenager I always enjoyed "peeking" at it when no one was home.

As a child, i was always playing with my mother's douche nozzle. the enemal container with the hose and douch nozzle were left in the bath enclosure and i always managed to slip the nozzle inside of me and let a little water into my bottom. it was very sewxual early on.

I started sneeking the equipment when I was 7. I know this because in order for me to get at the enema equipment my mother kept on the highest shelf of our linen closet, I had to stand on a chair.

A red bulb was used on me so it was easy. Nothing to put together, quick and easy to get out and put back. Sometimes I just slid the nozzle in and out a few times because it felt good. Sometimes I took it in the bathtub with me. That was fun. I guess I was about 8 or so when I decided enemas were not so bad. Mom would give me a couple of squirts and set the bulb on the edge of the sink and leave me alone to expel. Staring at the bulb sitting there had an irrisistable draw. So, since there was water in the sink and the bulb was just sitting there, I filled the bulb and gave myself another shot after pushing out what mom had given me. My first enema at my own hand. Maybe I was 10. It became the standard procedure. After mom leaves, I give myself another one. Then one day she came back into the bathroom to find me standing at the sink with the bulb in hand. Busted!! But she was not mad, she mumbled something like she thought I was finished and she was going to put the stuff away. She left again and closed the door.

When I came out of the bathroom I was expecting the "that is not a toy" speech, but she never even mentioned it. However, she stopped giving me enemas after that day. I guess she figured I knew how and could do it myself if I needed one. And I did. Probably more often than she knew.

Due to privacy concerns I was unable to give myself enemas while growing up. However, I used to insert the douche nozzle while taking my bath.

One day when I was 6-7yo my friend found the red bulb syringe and filled it up. He started to squirt me and I told him to knock it off or L'll stick it up his butt. He dropped his pants and said go ahead well I did and gave him a few bulbs. Then he did me after that day it became a regular game to see who can take the most.

I would play with my mothers white douche nozzle as a teen, maybe 14, I would always use my parents shower, did not like baths, the guest bathroom only had tub/shower while parents bathroom had a tile shower. I would retrieve the nozzle only from the linen closet and head to the shower. I found that the end of the nozzle that attaches to the hose would snap into one of the drain holes, I would snap it in place and the slowly sit down on it and masturbate.

I don't know if it exactly qualifies as equipment, but when I was a young teenager, maybe 13 or so, I found my mother's diaphragm and she saw me with it. She told me exactly what it was, how it was used and to stay the hell out of her stuff.