OMG so embarassing buying enema equipment!

So today I went to buy my enema kit (which i am excited about btw) and when I was checking out there was a problem with the register. No big deal right? Right. Except here comes my neighbor in line right behind me. "hey girl, how you been? blah blah blah"

OMG I am so embarrassed, my enema sitting on the counter for like 15 minutes while the clerk fixes the register. I'm like seriously??? 😳

Time to stop worrying about what others think and just enjoy YOUR life!

Haha you guys are right! I guess I was just overly nervous because its my first one.

I share in your embarrassment as well. I went to buy my first enema kit this weekend, far away from my home but near where I used to work. Lo and behold as I am grabbing one at a mom & pop pharmacy, out of the aisle comes someone who knows me!!! She made a big fuss (we haven't seen each other in years) and needless to say, I didn't get my kit, lol.

Well, better than going through airport security and forgetting about the metal clamp and having the TSA person open the luggage, then the case my 4-quart enema bad was in and holding it up to show -- talk about mortified ... ouch

Lmfaooooo @RedHot!!! I would die!

I actually had to buy my first combo kit when I hurt my shoulder. Was told to get a hot water bottle and put some warm water in it and put it on my shoulder to ease the swelling and discomfort. It was rather embarrassing at checkout but I also had my arm in a sling and had some Ben Gay so people I hoped assumed that it was for my shoulder. But I used it for another purpose when my shoulder get better. Not the best enema kit but worked for me.

I would enjoy the thrill of taking a bag to the register. being somewhat sub helps with that situation. The only problem is it's almost impossible to find decent equipment in a store.

If you buy a bunch of other, unrelated stuff like makeup, and shampoo with it, it's not as bad. The box actually spends less time on the counter that way.

I can sort of relate. I wasn't buying a full kit, but one afternoon I was looking for suppositories and Fleet enemas at the local drugstore when a friend/colleague unexpectedly walks right up and says "Hey man, how's it going?!" That was a slightly awkward conversation!

I prefer to buy my suppositories at a supermarket with a bunch of other stuff, then use the automated self-service checkout. Only last time, I scanned the suppositories, and the checkout wouldn't accept. Tried three times, by which time I had attracted the attention of the checkout assistant. She came over and asked if everything was OK. So there I was, trying to hide the box of suppos in my right hand, trying not to look like I was shoplifting, and trying to reassure her that everything was fine! 😳

Turned out it was the previous item which had screwed the system. A pack of little silver batteries, which had been too lightweight to register on the scale when I put it in the bag! Next time I'm putting the suppositories through first!

I used to buy my enemas, suppositories, and other stuff at a drugstore in a neighboring town where I was less likely to run into someone I knew. One time I picked up a twin pack saline enema (store brand equivalent of Fleet) and headed to the checkout. There I see my daughter's high school friend behind the counter. Too late to turn around-she saw me, and says, "Oh, Hi Mr. xxxx." She had just been over at the house a couple of days ago, and recognized me. I had no choice but to complete the purchase, but I bet I was pretty red. I asked her how long she had been working there. She said, "Today is my second day." I could just hear her the next day in school, telling her friends, "Guess who I saw last night, buying an enema."

I had to find another drugstore to buy my things at.

One of the things (at least for me) that is a turn on is the embarrassment of being given an enema. As early as age 7 I was very embarrassed when mom gave me an enema or suppository. I think I regarded the anal area an dirty part of the body since it's design was to poop. Even when I saw my sisters receive an anal treatment I felt embarrassed to look at their anus but at the same time couldn't look away.

I had a few embarrassing experiences with enemas but the one that stands out the most was the week I spent at my best friend's house because mom was giving birth to my younger sister. My friend's name was Alice and we were friends all through school. From 1st grade thru high school we shared many good time together. Well, towards the end of the week I became constipated and didn't eat my dinner. Alice's mom noticed that was eating an asked if I wasn't feeling well. Stupid me told her that my tummy hurt. As soon as I said that I remembered Alice telling me about the enemas her mom gave to her. Anyway, Alice's mom, Beth told the rest of the kids to do the supper dishes while she was going to give me an enema. I was so embarrassed I almost could have died. As Alice and her bother and sister cleared the table Beth took my hand and walked me into the bathroom. I watched as Beth opened a linen closet and took out a jar of Vaseline and a carton. Beth open the box and removed a red enema syringe just like the one mom used on me. Beth then filled the sink with warm water and rubbed a bar of soap in thew water until it was milky white. After picking up the syringe Beth filed it and lubricated it's black pipe. Picking up a towel Beth sat on the toilet seat and spread the towel over her lap. Beth then told me to take off my pants and bend over her lap. I felt so embarrassed and I slid my pants off. After placing myself over her lap Beth lowered my panties exposing my bare cheeks to her. As Beth picked up the syringe she told me to relax and that the enema would make me feel a lot better. Then I felt my cheek spread and the embarrassment increased as I knew my best friend's mother was looking at my anus. A moment latter I felt the smooth pipe being slowly pushed into my rectum. Beth inserted the syringe slower than mom did which felt really good. Once the bulb was pressed between my cheeks I felt the warm solution being squeezed into my bowels. Beth continued to fill and empty 6 bulbs into me and she made me hold the enema for 10 very long minutes. Finally she let me release the enema and whole lot more as Beth cleaned the syringe. I was never so embarrassed as I pooped and the loud sounds of passing gas as she put the syringe back into the closet. The smell only added to the embarrassment. After I finished I once again realized that Alice's entire family knew I received an enema. I could hardly look at them when I walked back to the living room.

Looking back on this and couple of events I realized that the embarrassment actually turned me on. I often looked back on those occasions while I masturbated.

Kathy, That's a real neat story, and wished I had, had similar experiences looking back, now. Never was spanked or given an enema by anyone but my mother. When I was old enough to get erections, I did have the embarassment of having those during an enema, or bare butt whipping. My mother never said anything about the erection, but do remember her kinda' grinning, as the session was over. Masturbating was highly indicated as a no-no when I grew up, but can't imagine my mother NOT knowing that I made a regular habit of it.

It seems as though that many of us who do like enemas and spankings were given these regularly as a kid. I don't remember when I didn'r enjoy either one. Love to fantisize and carry out both, with or without a partner. Seems to me that there is a direct connection to our childhood here, as both were given to us in love. I never considered my spankings as ever being done in a cruel manner, and highly know I deserved every one I got, and deserved some I regrettably didn't get. My enemas were never given for any-other reason than being necessary. However, in looking back to all this, I wonder if my mother didn't actually have some enjoyment in a sexual manner, too. Maybe she was masturbating afterwards, too?

I did walk in on my mother a couple of times, when she was in the bathroom, taking an enema. I almost wonder if she weren't giving herself some enjoyment also, as I look back on it, remembering that she moved her hand quickly.

Just glad to see that others enjoy the same things I do.

Years ago I had just got a drivers license and was assigned the task of going to the local drugstore to pick up something my ailing grandmother needed. It was not ready when I arrived so had to wait a few minutes. I began to wander the store passing time. Suddenly I noticed one of the older girls at high school with her dominant acting mother in the rather large selection of rubber goods. They spent some time looking at all of the boxes before selecting a high end combination syringe of 3 quart capacity. They then went over to the counter where a prescription was ready for them to pick up. The look on the girl's face was not one of pleasure. About that time, I was called over as the item for my grandmother was ready to pick up as well. I overheard the druggist telling the mother and the daughter part of the special needs of the medication and treatment. What stuck in my memory was the need to treat twice a day and best if on the back in the bathtub. By then the daughter had a very upset look on her face and was starting to turn red.

By that time I had paid for my package and slowly headed out of the store to the car. I waited in the car to see how much longer the consultation with the druggist lasted. It was at least 5 minutes before mother and daughter exited the small store with the daughter carrying the big brown bag. I often wondered if she was headed to the bathroom and a date with the new feminine syringe upon arrival home. At school there were rumors of her messing around with some of the boys at parties and now she was paying the price. Makes one wonder what the doctor's appointment earlier in the day was like?

Back when I was in college in the late 70s and finally giving into peer pressure to douche, I very vividly recall being with 4-5 of my friends at the pharmacy as we stood in the feminine hygiene aisle and I was getting all sorts of advice on they type of equipment to buy. We made quite a commotion and I could sense myself becoming redder by the minute as my friends read the description of bulbs, compact syringes, and folding bags to me. I recall other customers smiling or outright giggling. Finally, to end it I selected an amber folding model and headed for the cashier.

I was excited and embarrassed the first time I bought my first enema bag at the drug store. In fact I drove to the opposite side of town to do it. Nowadays, I order online because the enema equipment that is available retail today is crap anyway.

You've just experienced the reason why I buy anything enema related online!

I always look around before I buy my things. I will go out of town ..then one day I saw a friend coming and dropped the enema bag and pick up something else quickly that was close!!

It can be very embarrassing to buy enema equipment in a store.These days I buy everything online.there is a much better selection,no embarrassment,and often much better quality.There are also many toys available to enhance the experience beyond standard drugstore bags.

I like to invent my enema stuff. Never really had any luck with the online and the retail stinks. The great part of engineering an enema rig is that while your in the store designing it and looking for what's available, I' horny as heck. I have to wear tight underwear to keep the bulge from being embaresing. I almost always have in a plug, egg, or prostate thingy. My hole actually twitches when I find the right thing. I have almost swooned at the thought of the experience to come. I love talking to the people at the store and thinking how they don't even have a clue about what's really going on. I also like to fantasize which ones I would go home with.

I will purchase enema supplies and suppositories from a chain drug store, but not the one that I usually frequent. For the most part, the clerks are kids that seem not only disinterested, but don't want to be there. Thus no embarrasement.

This is a really interesting thread. My husband bought our enema bag at the local pharmacy. I wasn't there, but now wished that I had been so I could have seen the event.

Most supermarkets have self checkout features now so buying an enema bag is pretty easy. In the past I purchased Fleet bag enemas from a local surgical supply place.

They always had teenage girls working the pharmacy counter and I would be little embarrassed but they were too and would slip the item into a bag real fast.

Not that I"ve bought any enema related items, but I can relate to buying feminine items. When you are a teenager you think that the world is watching you, but after a while you sort of get used to the idea that half the women on the planet need these items, too, and it becomes no big deal. By comparison send your husband for a box of tampons or some disposable douche sometime and see his reaction.

I do the same as redbag in ny, I go to drugstores to get my enema bag but not to the one i usually do business at. Today there are lots of chain drug stores around so its easy to find one. Althou sometimes ill end up just buying a magazine if i cant find any enema bags on the shelves. Im still not ready to have one come to the house yet throu the mail, thats just me.

I'm never embarrassed when buying enema equipment, as long as the clerk and other customers in the store don't know me. I could care less what strangers think. I do most of the shopping and I buy feminine products for my wife all of the time. No big deal.

These days it is easy buying your private things online, but when I started down this road there was no choice but to get it from the local drugstore. I would make my selection and try to get to the checkout when nobody else was in the line. Reactions from the clerks ranged from none to a knowing smile. The process always raised my heart rate, but one embarrassing time was when I decided I wanted to give myself an enema with a bulb douche syringe for the extra large nozzle. I went to a small drugstore and made my selection and proceeded to the checkout and put the box on the counter. When the middle-aged lady clerk picked it up to check the price she looked at me and scowled as if she was wondering what in the world a guy was going to do with a douche bulb. I paid with neither of us saying a word and she watched me all the way out the door.

But the one that made me turn the reddest was when I bought a typical open top fountain syringe. After I paid and the clerk put it in the bag, she looked me in the eye and asked if I needed any help. I mumbled no thanks and quickly left, but always wondered what would have happened if I would have had the guts to say yes.

I can relate to those who feel weird buying enema equipment in a store. I've always thought that I would run into someone that I knew. How awkward would that be?

The best way to buy is online. There are so many more types of equipment to choose from. Some of them quite kinky and exotic. Sites like enemebag.com and medicaltoys.com are very good sites. A nice addition to any type of enema kit is a higginson syringe. Check it out if you have never seen one. It allows you to control the speed and flow of the water. Quite enjoyable.

I still love the excitement that goes with buying a new syringe. Recently I bought another of Rite Aid's combination syringes. The check-out lady scanned the bar code. Then she intently examined the package, rotated it, looked directly at the picture of the bag, tubing, and attachments displayed boldly on one side of the box. Glancing at the price shown on the display device then directly into my eyes she remarked, "these certainly have gotten expensive, haven't they?" Recalling that my last Rite Aid enema bag had cost me $12 and this one was $18, her remark was loaded with implication: How was she aware of the big change in prices? Why did she feel compelled to strike up a conversation on the past and present cost of enema bags? Was she "one of us?" As I handed her a twenty, I smiled and replied, " they sure have. The last syringe I bought was a Rite Aid and was $12. But they are worth it. The screw-on attachments are so much nicer than the push-on ones." As she made change, she countered, maybe defensively but pleasantly, " I haven't seen one of these for a while, but they sure are nice to have around." "Sure are" I said. "Nothing like the good old-fashioned ways."