Playing with equipment as a kid.

The only time I played a round with the enema bag was when I was self administering an enema, of corse this was when I was 14 and Mom or my Grandma was not at home. I knew what an enema was because I had been receiving them since I was 5 twice weekly. I just wanted the feeling I got from self administration and also the thought of getting caught gave me that extra edge.

I discovered the joys of the enema nozzle very young. It would be hanging in the shower after use with the nozzles on the sink. I would hook them up and insert them, loving it.

When my parents divorced, my mom took her bag. I soon stole both the douche and enema nozzles and enjoyed them for many years. My stepfather had a bag with two colon tubes. A 32 and an 18. I used these for years as well. I seldom did an actual enema, usually at the request of a friend. Or when a friend would 'find' my gear and ask about it, I was often asked to demonstrate. I did also love inserting the tubes and nozzles into other teens.

I used to buy enema and douche equipment just for the tips. I usually preferred a pretend enema to the real thing.

I did that also. Usually when my mom sat on the porch each day chatting with a neighbor. That is when chatting meant actually talking face to face and NOT having some kind of electric, hand held device! Lol.

I never played with the equipment.

I was raised by my father. Don't know my mother.

My father had to hide all of his enema taking from his own mom.

Even got to the point at one time that his mom figured out what he was doing, and thought she could stop him by hiding the enema nozzle from the bag she was using to douche. Out of respect for her, and maybe fear of it's size, he never considered using the feminine nozzle. What he did instead was actually crafted a serviceable nozzle out of the shell of a Bic pen, using nothing more than a lighter and a pocket knife. He used it until he bought his own bag. He actually bought his own bag by riding his bicycle to a drug store a couple of miles away from his house before he was even old enough to drive.

He was determined that I would not have to go through all that, and that I would develop a comfort with my own sexuality that his parents clearly lacked. As a result, I was lucky, I could get an enema by asking for one, and not having to "play with" the equipment.

Yes I inserted the bulb syringe nozzle many times before I gave myself an enema. I did it while taking a bath.

My Mom had a huge collection of nozzles and colon tubes. About the time that I turned 12 or 13, I would occasionally be alone in the house, and carefully take some of that equipment out of the box and attach it to a fountain syringe, and enjoy a nice relaxed enema or two. Or three. Then I'd spend a lot of time carefully cleaning and returning what I'd used back to the storage box. As I recall, it was a 3 pound candy box just packed with nozzles and a couple of colon tubes.

When I was little I never played with the syringe. I hated it when mom used the bulb syringe on me and always protested every enema she gave me. Consequently, I hated that syringe and would never have thought about playing with it. Just seeing that bulb syringe in the medicine cabinet would remind me of the times it was used on me and fill me with a sense of terror. After my enemas stopped at about age nine I began to develop a fascination with the syringe and enemas.

Curiosity got the better of me one time when I was left home alone at about age thirteen and I decided to see if enemas were as bad as I remembered. I filled the sink with soapy water and nervously retrieved the syringe from the medicine cabinet. My hand was shaking as I picked up the syringe and dipped the nozzle in the sink and filled it with the soapy water. Coating the nozzle with Vaseline I reached behind me and slipped the nozzle up my ass. Before I could loose my nerve I quickly squeezed the bulb, shooting the soapsuds up inside of me.

The sensations were the same as I remembered but this time the discomfort was accompanied by a sense of pleasure thanks to puberty. I instantly had a full blown erection and continued to syringe myself until I felt the overwhelming urge to expel. After expelling the enema I filled the sink with plain water and used the syringe on myself some more to rinse out the soapsuds. After expelling again I cleaned the syringe and carefully placed it back in the medicine cabinet.

From then on I was hooked. Anytime I was left alone I would get out that syringe and use it on myself. I gave myself many enemas over those next few years at home. It's strange how something that I dreaded and feared would become something that I found pleasure in for the rest of my life.

As said by Buddy55, for most of us there comes a time when we realize an enema is not as bad as some of our childhood memories. It happens sooner, or later, for some of us but eventually we realize the pleasure we get overshadows the temporary physical discomfort. Having equipment within easy reach just eases the experimentation and fun.

Having enema equipment easily available shaped many of us in our early years. Before puberty, my sister and I frequently took our bath together, often playing in the tub till our skin was all wrinkled. We loved bubble baths. Under the bathroom sink in the same door as the bottle of bubble bath was the white enema bulb. Sometimes we took the bulb into the tub and used it to squirt water at each other. Mom once told us, "put that thing away. It is not a toy." Of course we knew what it was for.

Well, one thing led to another and soon we were giving ourselves and each other small enemas with the warm, soapy bath water. Then a mad dash to the toilet, dripping water all along the way. Mom would scold 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 enemas were why we had to use the toilet.

Later when we switched to showers alone, that bulb got plenty of use, because it was so convenient.

I used to play with the equipment when I was young, not really a kid. I was probably 6th or 7th grade but I would actually use it. I never played around with it in any other way. I also had a clear view of the yard and could see if anyone was coming in the house from the backyard by looking out through the bathroom window.

Yes, I began playing with the family enema arsenal very early. First with the red bulb that was kept in the medicine cabinet in the childrens bathroom, and eventually with the red combination bag. The fascination I had was greater than the fear of moms real enemas.I would only push the nozzle against my hole at first, not really understanding the dynamics of how to fill the bulb. The bulb was eventually discovered under my bed, and disappeared for a while. When the bag enemas began at 5, I would often times repeat the pretend runs with the nozzle while the bag was out to dry. As I got a little older, I began to use some water, but the fear factor still kept it small, at least for the time being. I guess you could say alot of my childhood revolved around finding the hiding place for the equipment and sneaking it out whenever I could

My stepmother stored he enema bag in a hallway closet. I could see it every time I walked by. It made me nervous and excited at the same time.

The brand name was "Crest". It was a green box. The enema bag was a combination syringe with a douche plug, an adult plug and my favorite, the infant plug or "lil devil" as she called it. It always aroused me when I heard the closet door open, the sound was distinctive. If I were in bed, I just knew it would be for me. As I lay there waiting for her to call me into the kitchen I would get more and more excited and aroused. The first time it happened, I had an erection. I was so concerned that she would see it that I squeezed and squeezed it and I kept saying to myself "Down, Down !". When I started to get up on the table, my erection did go down. It was a very sweet enema as I fondly recall.

After an enema had been given, especially to my sister, my stepmother would hang the bag to dry in the bathroom. I can't say how many trips but I made many trips to the bathroom just to look at it and wonder and get all excited. After my father's command for her to give us enemas when we weren't feeling "well", I just knew I could con her into giving me an enema any time I wanted her to. All I would have to do was to say to the room at large that I didn't feel very well. Anyway I never did that. I was afraid she might have caught on to what I was doing. Today I'm sorry I didn't. She might not have caught on. A few of her normal enemas were really nice but she was strict like that.

Whenever I wanted to experiment I would have to wait until I knew nobody would be home for at least an hour. Then I would get the lil devil (infant plug), bag and tube from the green box in the hallway closet and fill it part way. I would get a clothes hanger from a closet, thread it through the hole in the bag and I would be ready. My heart would be pounding with excitement. I then got a towel for the floor and after I got undressed, I hung the bag from the bathroom closet door. I really enjoyed the lil devil and my first solo enema. The danger element was deliciously high.

When I was in my early teens my mom had to take enemas daily because of medication she was taking so the bag hung in the bathroom all the time. When the others left the house, I was able to experiment and that’s how I found the erotic side of enemas. I also remember looking up enema equipment in the Sears catalog. The descriptions were very interesting fo my young mind. They described the douch nozzle as having “an upward and outward spray” and I always wondered what that meant...Now I know...?

God said in Genesis, “But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, you shall not eat of it, neither shall you touch it, lest you die.” As a boy, I sometimes wondered if God really was referring to the the red enema bag in the middle of the closet! It was forbidden fruit! But one day temptation overcame me. I not only touched it, but played with it just as I’d seen my mother do a few times when I caught her lying on the floor with the nozzle inserted into that dark place between her legs. And know what? I didn’t die. Actually, I was enlightened and my eyes were opened. Thankfully, the enema bag is no longer forbidden fruit, but is still a source of exquisite and delicious pleasure.

Many of us older enema fans grew up in a time when enema equipment of some sort was common in the home. In my case the red enema bulb that was used on me from as early as I can remember was kept in the cabinet beneath the bathroom sink. So it was easy to use it whenever I had the bathroom to myself for a few minutes. I think because the bulb doesn't require assembly or preparation like a bag, it is easier to sneak in a squirt or two even when time is short.

After mom actually caught me with the bulb in hand she knew I was giving myself enemas with the bulb. She must have started checking to see if the bulb was wet from recent use because it was then moved to an upstairs room with other unused things. I still used it but now it took a little more time to retrieve it, use it, and put it back. But by then I was a teenager old enough to be left alone from time to time so I had time to do it.

I liked experimenting with the enema equipment I found in the linen closet at about age 14. There was a douche bulb in a little cloth bag. That was used several times by me. The nozzle could be pushed all the way in so you could store the bulb in the little bag. You pulled it all the way out so you could put it to good use. There was a rectal syringe with a long nozzle that you screwed onto the bulb. Used both of those many times when alone in the house. Then there was the time I found the combo bag in there. I knew what that was for too since my invalid aunt had to have an enema every other day to keep her bowels moving. It took several tries over a long time to be able to hold the whole 2 quarts without expelling, but I used that bag for many years before moving to my own apartment and buying my own bag

Oh Yes, Growing up in the middle 60s and 70s, enema bags were a common sight in many homes. My friend Joey had a sister that I had taken a liking to. She was about two years older than I. We used to play the three of us. One day, I went over to visit Joey but his mom and him were out and Donna was alone. (you could do that back then not like today). She invited me in and we had some small talk. I went to use the bathroom and her moms enema bag was hanging in the shower and it was WET!!!. I did my business and made a comment to Donna about it. She got red faced then admitted that she was given the enema. I did get very excited and she said that she always wanted to give an enema and she should know about them when she has kids. She went into the bathroom and attached the rectal nozzle to the hose and filled it up. I didn't know she was doing it and I was surprised to see her walk out holding the bag. I said you look good like a nurse holding the enema bag. She asked me if I had ever gotten an enema and I told her yes. She didn't know how much I liked them. I also told her that my aunt gives them to us on a weekly basis. Then she just outright said to me that her mom wouldn't be home for an hour or more and can she give me the enema. I was very shocked and excited. I said YES. We went into the bathroom and I pulled down my pants and underwear. Donna hung the open top red enema bag from the shower bar and sat on the toilet (that's how her mom gave the enemas in the house). She reached behind her and got a hold of the Vaseline and smeared it on the black nozzle then had me bend over in front of her and also put some on my hole. As young as I was, I still got hard and a different feeling came over me. Then she guided me over her lap as she sat on the toilet. The moment has arrived. Her small fingers parted my buttocks and she slid the nozzle in. It felt funny and also good at the same time to be in this position. Then she said "READY" and I heard the familiar metallic click of the pinch clamp opening and felt the warm water flow deep into me. I couldn't believe it, my friends sister was giving me an enema. She was really good at it as she must have gotten many from her mom. Donna also playfully spanked me a couple of times for good measure. I took about a half of the bag when the cramps started. She clamped the hose and removed the nozzle and let me expel the enema. It was a totally different feeling that I had with the experience. After that day, Donna and I hooked up whenever we could. I would give to her and she would give to me. Her brother never knew what bond that developed between us. This lasted until they moved to Long Island.

My equipment is locked up well enough that my twins can't get to anything right now.

They HAVE figured out where I keep the keys to the drawer. The drawer is inside a walk-in closet in the parent's bedroom. Right now they are at an age that we have to keep some adult supervision in the house when they are not in school. As they get older, and we can't keep supervision on then constantly, especially as my husband's parents age.

At some point they WILL be able to get in there when both of us are at work. Any advice on preventing them from playing?

They now know I take enemas because that's where my Husband's mom found out, from them. She's OK with it!

If they try to play while I'm home I'll use it as a teachable moment, but likely I won't be!!

My equipment is locked up well enough that my twins can't get to anything right now.

They HAVE figured out where I keep the keys to the drawer. The drawer is inside a walk-in closet in the parent's bedroom. Right now they are at an age that we have to keep some adult supervision in the house when they are not in school. As they get older, and we can't keep supervision on then constantly, especially as my husband's parents age.

At some point they WILL be able to get in there when both of us are at work. Any advice on preventing them from playing?

They now know I take enemas because that's where my Husband's mom found out, from them. She's OK with it!

If they try to play while i'm home I'll use it as a teachable moment, but likely I won't be!!

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If what you have fits in a drawer, buy a small $100-$200 combination lock safe at home depot or lowes. Alternatively you could buy a trunk and use a simple master combination lock or key lock and keep the keys in a better place. There MUST be a place in your house where you can hide keys so your kids cannot find them.

DON'T leave the combination in as easy a place to find as you left the keys.

We had a tiny house with 2 bathrooms but the back bathroom just had a shower in it. My moms douchebag hung from the shower head all the time. So it was in there when we were showering and I used to fill it up and imagine I was filling up a girl. Never got the desire to use it myself. It was an old yellow open top thing that served double duty as an enema bag. You knew when she was douching because the smell of massengil would float through the whole house.

Ours was the BF Goodrich Sojourn. Amber with an amber hose and black nozzle. Hung in a closet in the bathroom and sometimes hanging from the shower head drying. I started experimenting with it at bath time. I was maybe 8 or 9 and mom had stopped giving me enemas for some reason so I took over. lol

Would love to have that bag again.

At some point they WILL be able to get in there when both of us are at work. Any advice on preventing them from playing?

Aren't these the kids who already have looked things up at least once? Haven't you said that like you they don't have any reason to need an enema for constipation or anything like that? Why not treat it as if they're masturbating then? Do a little prep work on hygiene and such so if they do anything it's done safe and solo (don't do some enemas in front of them or anything too explicit, you don't need to). It's also very possible they won't be interested in enemas.

Seems from reading things on here that many people used their parent's equipment when they were alone and it didn't lead to the downfall of civilization and the end of the world.

My kids aren't old enough to have it be an issue yet, but it seems like that would be the most reasonable thing to do in the situation.

I had been introduced to enemas by my mother as a child, and developed a strong interest in them. One day when the house was empty I noticed the enema bag in the linen closet. This is the bag that my mother used on me, and I wanted to try it on my own. I took the bag and a jar of Vaseline into my bedroom and locked the door. I took off my pants and underwear, and I began to feel aroused just thinking about my new experiment. I put some vaseline on my finger and probed my rectum and lubed the nozzle. I then inserted the nozzle into my rectum and got an instant erection.

I took my clothes, the enema bag and Vaseline into the bathroom and locked the door. I filled the enema bag from the sink as well as I could and hung it from the shower rod. I knelt next to the tub and lubed my rectum again, and inserted the nozzle in for my first solo enema. It felt so good that after I expelled the water, and refilled the bag with very warm water from the tub this time. I layed on my back with my legs over the edge of the tub this time, and again inserted the nozzle,and allowed the entire bag of water to fill me up.

After I expelled the water again, I went back to the linen closet and took a large douche bulb with a fat black plastic nozzle into the bath room. By now I was growing more aroused by the thought of what I was about to do. I pulled the nozzle out of the bulb and filled it to the top and put the nozzle back in. I layed on the floor again, and lubed both the fat nozzle and my rectum generously. I put the nozzle slightly into my rectum, but was nervous if it would hurt, but it did not...it slid in all the way. By now I had a raging erection that I could not control much longer. I squeezed the bulb and sent the hot water into my rectum, and at the same time brought myself to an orgasm. This was my first solo enema, and the beginning of a lifelong enjoyment of enemas, douches, dildos, and prostate massages.

My mom had a breast pump; just a bulb and cup that sucked on the boob but I tried it on my chest and balls; and loved it. I'm pretty sure I tried putting various things up my ass too, from enema nozzles to zucchini as a kid...

My father still has the nozzle he hand made out of a "Bic" pen because his Mom caught him playing with her bag and hid the enema nozzle. Later, after he bought his own bag he actually saw it in her jewelry drawer

These things were never interesting as toys; on the contrary.

With one exception:

I gave the first one-piece rubber bulb a hole with nail scissors. This initially saved me from treatment. But less than three days later, a new, larger two-piece rubber bulb found a new home in our bathroom. Apparently the shot backfired for me...

The old part was thrown away, but I kept it. and once brought it to a neighbor girl with whom I got along well. The suggestion to play “Uncle Doctor” was well received. We played in her garden shed. Just as I was about to play with the light bulb on her butt, her mother surprised us. There was a lot of shouting and I didn't have to comment on being banned from the house; But my welcome home did it: Mom already knew and greeted me with the words: “I'll show you a real game of doctor; Your new friend is waiting in the bathroom..."

I haven't forgotten these enemas for a long time...