Playing with equipment as a kid.

I don't recall having been administered enemas. We had fleets on supply in the bathroom cabinet and I remember administering several of those to myself as a child of my own volition. I was probably 15 by the time I found mom's 2qt bag. I knew what it was immediately. I looked at it a number of times over the next few weeks as I worked up the nerve to try it. I filled up the bag with cool water, assumed the Simms position, inserted the un-lubed douche nozzle, and let it flow in all at once. I barely made it to the toilet without making a mess. I remember quaking, shivering, and groaning as I expelled. I was hooked.

I used the enema bag for it's "intended" purpose from then on. There were no dry runs. Only warm tap water across my prostate and lots of masturbation.

I was unaware until at least my 20s that other people enjoyed enemas for anything other than medical purposes. Throughout my late teens I thought I was a bit of a freak for deriving such pleasure from enemas. I became much more comfortable with my fetish over time, but it wasn't until I recently discovered this site that I shared my enjoyment of enemas with anyone else.

Always checked out friends bathrooms for enema equipment. my aunt caught me holding her douche syringe when 12 years old, a complete enema followed by being told not to be so nosey in other peoples bathrooms.. It didn't deter my looking and using when possible

It was always great fun to check out bathrooms... At home in the linen closet, at my grandmothers hanging on the bathroom door.

When I was older and was a baby sitter in one neighborhood every woman had a diaphragm and a douche bag or bulb. Got a great deal of enjoyment reading the booklet that was kept with one lady's diaphragm.

Growing up in the 50s it was common to find the red enema bag hanging in bathrooms, i know I checked. Mom was a health nut I got weekly enemas till I was 13 and thought that everyone got them. Not only did I check to see if there was a bag hanging but it i had the time I tried the bag or can or bulb. Years later when I was selling Real Estate I would check to see if there was any enema gear and i often found a nice bag or two.

My mother kept her pumpkin style douche bag hanging on a hook at the front of her tub, just under the shower head. Many a time when I would be alone in the house I would go into her bathroom and stick that nozzle up my butt, just garner the sensation of it going in and out. By the time I was 12, I started enemas on my own, and her douche bag got lots of use. I don't think she ever knew her bag was being used by someone else. It was always wet inside every time I went in to use it. So yes, I played with it a lot.

I have decided that. If I DO ever catch my daughters together or separately playing with any of my bags, I will use it as a teachable moment. Sit them down quietly, explain what it's for, how it's used, and what enemas are like. If they reject it, I won't force the issue, but if they are still interested, I will probably give the one who is interested an enema, see if the other one is still interested, and go from there.

Either way, I'm not going to force the issue, but I am going to be there to be honest with them and with myself about any curiosities they have.

LIsaK--That is a very good way to handle things.

hankb

Playing with the enema/douche equipment was a favorite pastime from the time I was very young. I can recall bathing with my sister as a small child. Somehow, the enema bag wound up in the tub on several occasions. I think my sister loved my fearful reactions and pulled it down from the shower arm. At that time, one might have thought there were sharks or dangerous snakes in the bathtub. I know she observed me getting enemas in that very tub and witnessed those early attempts to resist my mom's ministrations.

As I got older, and bathed or showered alone, the equipment was often "played" with. It was even put to some good use throughout my childhood. As we played with neighbor kids, enemas were a common topic and each of us showed each other the equipment used in our own homes. It was a neighbor child who first described how she got an enema while seated on the toilet.

As far as being caught, my mom had to retrieve the enema bag from the bath water and rehang it. It wasn't that easy to get it into just the right spot. She obviously knew that one of us likely pulled it down. Since my sister got away with everything, and I usually got it in the end, nothing could slow my sister down when it came to teasing and getting a reaction from my mom.

One of my fondest memories occurred when I was about 10 or 11. My mom obviously found the amber "douche" bag lying in the tub. I didn't have anything to do with it lying there. I suspect my sister did. Mom came into the living room carrying it and was pointing the douche nozzle in a rather threatening manner. She was concerned that it was getting damaged. As she shook it at each of us, she demanded that we quit playing with it "just in case someone needs an enema".

My dad chimed in quite jokingly saying "you kids know somebody will be getting one soon". He sure was right about that!

I was always playing the syringe from around 5 as I can remember. The syringe was always hanging on a hook in the bathroom in plain site. Was caught several with it.

Well after my MOM started me on weekly enemas at 7 to 12 . Then I got enemas in the hospital at 10 . I was really in love with enemas . So I would always look in my friends bathroom for enema stuff . An I usually found it . Most I didn't have to look hard . Their enema bag would be hanging in the bath tub or on the back of the bathroom door . I also play at my cousins house to . An when I went into the bathroom the first time . Their on the door was a nice red combo bag with tubing and a enema nozzle on the end . I ask him about getting enemas . He said he's mom gave him enemas to . So when ever I went to one of my aunts house I looked for their enema bag . I didn't have to look hard for it . I to one time had got the enema bag out of her sink cabinet an was looking at it . An she happen to check to see if I was ok. Well she caught me with the enema bag . " She said so I see some one is a little nosey " . I didn't know what to say . She just told me to wait right their . She went an got my MOM an they both came back to the bathroom . My MOM ask me what I was doing . I said I was just curious about it . She and my aunt just said " My MOM said well if he is that curious about ENEMAS THEN I THINK WE SHOULD SHOW HIM ". My aunt said by all means . So my MOM took all my clothes off while my aunt filled the enema bag full of SOAPY WATER . Then they took a towel and Vaseline with them and me to her bed room . Next they laid the towel on the bed an my MOM had me lay on my back . She then held my legs back exposing my butt hole . An my aunt took her time working her well lubed finger in and out of my butt . Of course being 11 I couldn't hide my hard penis . Then she stuck the douche nozzle in my butt . An held the bag up . They took their time giving me almost the hole bag . After they watched me poop the enema out . My aunt said I think he needs another enema just to make sure he doesn't get the idea to be nosey again . So as I finished on the toilet . They filled the bag again . An I got another 2 enemas that way . It was a little while before I looked for enema bags again .

We played with bag and bulb as kids when playing Dr.with sister and other friends

I always have to chuckle when reading an account like ronpoo49 here.

Let me see - The punishment for being caught playing with the enema bag is a big enema? What kind of logic is that?.

I would also "play" with the familys equipment that was hung on the back of the bathroom door ,all too often filling the red bag with soapy water and inserting the black nozzle and letting the flow go. Usally held it for just a few minutes. One time did myself with a few bulb fulls at a neigbors house, that was fun too

I'm pretty much the same as others. The bag was there so why not try it out! I also liked to read about equipment in the Sears catalog. It took me many years to figure out what "an upward and outward spray" was from a douche nozzle. Now I know ;-)!

Having seen my younger sister get many otk enemas from Mom using a Higginson syringe, I became addicted to playing with the syringe after her enemas were done and she had expelled and left the bathroom. Mom used to leave the bowl, full of a thick gelatinous solution in the bathroom for a couple of hours or so and I took advantage of it.

I'd squeeze the bulb and was fascinated as the fluid shot from the nozzle, imagining it as it must have felt to my sister as it was pumped in.

To this day I prefer to give enemas using that type of syringe.

Givesenemas2fems, I had to chuckle at your post because you used the word gelatinous. I have not heard that word used on a very long time. Honestly I absolutely hate that word. It makes me want to gag or puke, lol. When I hear it or read it it always makes me think of the gelatinous stuff that is on top of Spam when you open the can. Oy Vey, just thinking about it turns my stomach. Nasty nasty, nasty. I don't mind tuna in a can about once a year, or chicken in a can from Sweet Sue so I can make shredded chicken sandwiches, but other than that meat does not belong in a can, lol. Just my opinion, lol.

Mashie

Mashie--I grew up in Hawaii. There we regard spam as a treat, something special to be eaten with enjoyment. I realize that people on the mainland regard it with contempt, which, I suspect, comes from World War II when it was a standard part of field rations and the soldiers got sick of it. However, if you think about it, it is processed ham not much different from the sliced processed ham that you get in a deli to make ham sandwiches. I have lived on the mainland since 1968, and I still enjoy my spam, either as an ingredient in some dish or fried and in a sandwich. The gelatin that covers it in a can is a necessary part of the canning process, I guess, and you do not have to eat it--just eat the meat itself.

canned fish, chicken, and I do not know what else, are useful and, to some at least, tasteful products to be eaten by themselves or used as ingredients in cooking, particularly when you need only a small amount..

hankb

Yes, I did somewhat the same thing. I'd take out the equipment and insert the nozzle into my rectum, often pulling it in and out over and over again. Early evidence that I would grown into an adult that loves anal sex far more than vaginal or oral sex.

I find a lot of my early experiences in all these posts. Receiving an enema was exciting from age 7. Bags, bulbs, jones cans were everywhere. As an adult, the first time I actually gave enemas to another Zity member was the most memorable experience of all. Giving them great pleasure and then receiving an enema from them made my enena experience complete.

Yep, same here. My early years were exposed to a lot of different types of irrigation equipment. Grandmother was a nurse in a psychiatric hospital and apparently gave a lot of enemas to patients. I guess that was a common practice back in the 30's, 40's and 50's. I suppose that practice found its way into my family from my mother, aunts and even grandmother. The collection was extensive in my grandma's bathroom. The equipment always fascinated me, even just understanding how adjusting the height of the bag influenced how quickly it could fill me and the feeling it gave me. Obviously the nozzles became object of play and fantasy as I got older.

And Dan2: Double down on the Sears catalog! Spent my share of hours leafing through those sections as well.

Well, a boyhood friend of mine and I were trying to use an enema bag as diving gear, when his mother announced that she didn't think that was a good idea! ;-)

I saw the bag, but was too scared to mess with it. So, as an alternative I would find bits and pieces of tubing etc. to build my own gear, still do it to some extent today decades later.

I remember reading in an American parenting book that a child should preferably some time before having to be given an enema, to play with the syringe, so they would not see it as an unknown and/or a hostile procedure. Was anyone ever introduced to the nation of an enema in this manner, and did it help? I also remember the book said that you should explain that this is what adults did when they needed to deal with constipation, and it was like keeping your mouth clean by brushing your teeth.

I am not sure that I would have been persuaded by this logic!

Delia

I think for many of us, playing with the stuff was just part of the process. My sister and I took our baths together when we were little and I remember taking the enema bulb into the bathtub to play with. We would use it like a squirt gun to spray water at each other. One time mom came in and said, "Put that thing away, it is not a toy." Of course we knew what it was for, having been on the receiving end of it several times. Eventually that playing around led to my sister and I actually giving ourselves and each other small enemas with that bulb while in the tub. We both used that bulb on ourselves outside of the tub as well as we grew up.

For some of us, the equipment is a significant aspect of our enema fetish. While the enema bag, nozzles, and rectal tubes seemed scary at some point in our early development, those things eventually became an unbelievable source of pleasure.

I have also read some of those articles where it is suggested that kids get to handle the equipment, and even observe adults taking an enema, in order to dispel their fears and resistance to the procedure. While I'm sure the suggestions are well intended, it is possible that there could be some negative outcomes over time.

I can only imagine how my obsession with enema play would've been impacted, if allowed more unfettered access and observations.

I remember looking for my Mom's equipment, and it wasn't difficult to locate-the house was quite small, with just one bathroom, with a sort of built in linen and storage closet. She had a large candy box with a nice collection of attachments. By the time I was 12 or so, after receiving a fair number of enemas from my Mom, I was ready to try using the fountain syringe. My parents were gone one night of the week, and I would carefully look through the assortment of nozzles and small colon tubes. I'd take my time lubing, lay out a big fluffy towel and enjoy a nice series of enemas. I was extremely careful to clean everything and put it back exactly where I'd found it. I don't think my Mom ever suspected anything, at least, there was never a mention of it. Usually the Sears catalog was close by, which provided a lot of entertainment from the enema-douche gear section, not to mention the lingerie pages!

As said in the previous post, the Sears catalog was of great interest to me. I think I recall two editions a year, Spring/Summer and Fall/Winter. The enema equipment was always fun to look at as well as bras and girdles.

Just this past week I was in an antique shop and they were trying to sell a 1967 edition of the JCPenny catalog. I just had to look! On page 613, there were "good" and "better" versions of each: bulb douche syringes, open top fountain syringes, and closed top combination bags.

It is not quite the same thing, but my mother used to put her diaphragm on a shelf above the shower, and we would play with it in the shower. When we asked what it was, we were only told, "It is for your mother," and no hints of any sort as to what she did with it. It was not until I was a teen that I began to understand what it was for.

hankb

When I was 6, I had a girl 2nd cousin that was 8 years older and thought she knew it all. She liked to get me and my brother and show us stuff. Problem was, she would only treat one of us at a time. But when she stumbled onto the enema idea, it became a real party. After that we became pests and she regretted ever getting our clothes off in the first place. I must have been the worst, because I eventually got left out. He liked to get me to listen to all she did to him. He was a year younger than me, but by this time he was 7. She liked to suck him for all he was worth, while massaging his little butt. He would patiently let her enema him, just to get the sucking she needed to give him as well. All this made her feel powerful.

We met again 30 years later at a funeral and she thought I was my brother. I didn't correct her and let her call me by his name. I was wanting revenge for leaving me out, thinking she was snooty and aloof. I asked if I could return the favor after all these years and fix her butt as well. She squeezed my hand hard and said nothing. An hour later she found me and asked if I would ride with her to pick up some things. She took me to A&W Root beer and asked me to buy her a float. Again, I thought, "Nervy!" After some talk and her aggressively holding my hand, she took me to the drugstore and bought a lady's open top douche kit, keeping me by her side as if I was a kid. As soon as we were out the door she said, "Lets play again, want to?" We rode out to her place, and she kissed me deeply after she turned off the engine. She whispered, "I'm going to get you, but please let me reminisce on you first. I want to remember, OK?" Inside she took my shirts off and tossed them in a corner. Then grabbing the buckle of my pants she pulled me into her bath room to watch her wash the new bag and assemble it. She put the nozzle in her mouth and told me to fill the bag for her. She run her hand down the back of my pants while I sort of filled it and gave it to her. She retrieved her hand and added a little more into the already bulging bag saying, "This is going to be good! Let's play on the couch." She had me pull a tall floor lamp around and take the shade off of it. Then told me to reinstall it up side down, and demanded I drop my pants, so she can look at me. She fixed her weighty bag and hose onto a radial of the lampshade, turned and smiled at my nakedness, appreciating my willingness. She stepped closer and cupped my balls, kissing me deeply again. I was touched and melted. Come let's find some stuff, she said, I want to cover the couch. Taking me firmly by the hand, she led me into her bedroom closet to get a blanket. I pulled the door closed behind me saying, "Now this is like old times!" She let me undress her from the waist up and nurse on her titties. With in a few moments, I left her titties and lifted her skirt, nuzzling her belly button while pulling her panties down. My hands were all over her, but she soon lifted me up and pulled me in for another of her overwhelming kisses, taking firm grip on my right hand. She led me out of her closet and back into the front room to cover her couch. With her blanket in place and still on her knees, she turned and took my pecker and nearly swallowed it clumsily saying, "Remember?" At this point, I felt sorry for brother that was over seas in the Army, still. I let her reminisce all over me and politely sat down, at her request. "Crap!" she says, "I forgot your grease." She disappeared and I positioned myself face up on the length of her couch, with one knee up. She returned and said, "Woo Hoo!" Going right to work with her cheek laying on my pecker, she toyed my butt into submission and sunk her finger deep within, saying again, "Remember?" I grunted and sighed. Slowly retrieving her happy finger, she stood and primed her delivery equipment. Kneeling by my side again, she lifted my other knee and peaked between my cheeks for her glistening mark. I made it wink at her, causing her to lift her head and smile big. She slowly twisted the tip of her douche nozzle up into me, found the clamp again and dropped her mouth down over my throbbing pecker. Turning a bit to look me in the eyes, she let the clamp go with a click. She closed her eyes and kept a simple constant suction on the tip of my shaft while her ministrations were filling me. After a few minutes, she turned loose and started feeling the slosh inside me with her hands, again saying, "Remember?" "Oh, Kiss me again" I begged. She dropped her skirt and lay on top of me, giving the kiss I demanded and working her fuzzy pubic bone onto my throbbing dick. She raised up on her arms dangling her titties on me and smiled into my face, all the while rocking back and forth on it with the weight of her hips. I started to get worried and began to moan loudly. She dropped back and smothered my complaints with another deep kiss on my mouth. I grunted hard and made a mess all over the both of us. "That's my boy!" she said and stopped her rhythm on me, fumbling for the clicker and mercifully stopping the squirt that was rushing into me just in time, yet remained on top of me, and collapsed from all her efforts. The urgency kept me from closing my eyes. As I started reaching for her fat cheeks, she got up off of me and led me the toilet, firmly holding my hand as before but saying, "Now that was a little different!" I was speechless and just let it all go into the pot. As I was working out the last dribbles of her enema and making small squirting sounds, I asked her to fill the bag again if she wanted me to reciprocate. Right away she turned and retrieved the nearly empty bag with its hose and nozzle. Filled it up and re hung it before I had a chance to say, "Scatt!" After I was cleaned and dry, I wandered back into the front room. There she was, a towel rolled up under her hips and a big pillow under her head, searching my eyes in anticipation. I pulled the nozzle out of the bag and carefully checked its prime. I stuck her nozzle into my mouth and mumbled, "Remember?" She laughed out loud and said, "Get me!" I put the nozzle back into the open top and kneelt by her side giving her again a big kiss while working my chest on her titties. She handed me the grease she had hidden and I dipped my left middle finger into it up to the knuckle. Pulling it out, I held it up glistening for her to appreciate. With her hips up on the towel roll, her knees were already up for me. She also reached down and parted an opening for my inspection. I quickly dabbed it and looked back into her eyes. I began a circular motion tracing the rim of her needy butt till her eyes closed, at which I let the tip of my finger slip in and remained still. She began to twist and whine trying to get more of it. When she opened her searching eyes, I let half of it slip deeper, causing her to close her eyes again. My finger twitched in her butt till she looked at me again, and I slid it all the way up while looking into her eyes. This time she held her eyes open and saw me go for her muff. I licked it lovingly on both sides and up the middle, peaking to see if she was still watching. She wasn't, so I removed my mouth. As she opened her eyes, I eased my blood drained finger from her hiney causing her to whine again. So I retrieved the nozzle and dressed it before her stare. As I headed for her little pucker, she closed her eyes again. I caressed it and could feel her drawing it back. As she relaxed again, I simply twisted it into her saying, "Remember?" She looked into my eyes and I turned it loose to begin her fill. After almost a minute I started caressing her tender pussy, enjoying its shape and fluff. Then I reached in with my lips and drew her clit up and held a steady suction for again almost a minute or more. I peaked over her tummy to see if she was looking, she was and started twisting while I had her clit drawn up in a steady pull while her flow was gushing inside her. I turned loose and worked her tummy to make it slosh inside saying, "Thank you for taking it so well. You never let me do this before and it makes me happy." MMmmm" she moaned and I returned to her clit to give her some relief and sent my thumb up to find her G spot. Licking and nuzzling for all I was worth, she soon drew up into a knot and I quickly shut it off. I petted her tummy, but she asked me to not touch her for a while. My thumb was still resting in place. She continued to twitch while I remained very still. When she came back around and opened her eyes, she thanked me, and I said, "Oh, really thank you!" as I eased my happy thumb out of her. With the nozzle still in place, I looked and she had leaked a little. So I left it in place and lifted her up onto her feet so she could move with it still nestled up inside her. Carrying her empty bag behind her, I realized she had actually taken the whole thing. I held both of her hands and eased her onto the pot. She blew out the nozzle and groaned hard. I knelt and kissed her while she discharged the middle part of her victory load, doubled over. She laughed and told me to go shower. I gave her some privacy and was finishing my shower when she stepped in. I happily washed her, enjoying the feel of her feminine form.

Sorry Mashie, couldn't think of another word for "thick".