Enemas: From dreading to enjoying them

I am reading a lot of posts here and I see that I am far from the exception. That is both surprising and good to see. I went from hating enemas to loving them. One thing different from you, AtlSupps, is that I did like having my temperature taken rectally. I never fought that.

The one thing is that I can pretty much remember that age nine was the turning point for me and that is when I changed the way I thought about enemas. It's been that way ever since.

According to my mom, enemas were a part of my life from day one, first one being given by nurses within hours of my being born. As a result, i never felt any trauma concerning being given an enema. I do remember starting to self administer at a very young age. I once asked an old aunt (who was a Nurse) to give me one, she refused, so I got the bag and did it for myself.

When my mom got home, Auntie told her what I had requested and what I had done, I thought I was in trouble but mom only asked her why she didn't help me as requested. After that I never hesitated to ask for a needed (or wanted) enema. Enemas were almost as common as tooth brushing as the bag was always on the back of the bathroom door.

I had been married for several years when my mom was paying us a rare visit and got around to asking ME for an enema, saying that I had received a lot of them at her house and now was payback time. Needless to say, she got what she was looking for. We lived in a small house then with only one bath, so EVERYONE in the visiting group knew what was going on. This was the only time I can remember ever being embarrassed about an enema !. . Well, there was one other time, but that is another story.

I think most men love enemas because, they love having there prostate tingled or like having asshole licked or rubbed. When men start to get erections is when their ass is played with and prostate is touched, Both happen when they get a enema.

When they reach puberty and find out how wonderful it is to cum they will connect the two and will be hooked on the magic bag.

Yes, I dreaded and hated the thought of that I going to get an enema... so much so that eventually it just couldn't resist playing around with the family enema bag when no one was home. Strange when I think about that. Also, the older I got, the more even the smallest of details concerning getting an enema became exciting - - all the things we talk about hear so often; sound of the clip being released, scent of Ivory soap, seeing the bag go flat, etc...

A lot of us, when we were young, found taking enemas from our mothers, etc., very unpleasant and avoided them any way we could. Somewhere along the line, we have changed our attitudes and enjoy them thoroughly.and take them whenever possible. What changed in our attitudes or whatever?

hankb

I've believed that my transition to self administration, at a very young age, was possibly more of a survival instinct. Enemas were an embarrassing procedure and event when I was a child. I put up resistance and suffered painful discipline at times. By resisting, the enema procedure became a very negative occurrence.

Once I figured out the mechanics of taking an effective enema, I also learned that some enjoyable and positive feelings were associated with the procedure. I became less resistant and even came to enjoy more of those enemas from mom and grandma. Later on, I received some enemas in a medical/hospital setting and fell in love with any nurse who brandished an enema bag.

Part of the transition was the evolution to self control rather than being at the mercy of someone else. I took enemas when I wanted one and for whatever reason I decided to indulge. This was a significant thing for a typical young person who was developing toward adulthood. It's funny how I sometimes digress, and have a strong desire for someone else to take charge and subject me to a hot soapy enema...just because.

I guess I was blessed. My very first enema, at the loving hands of my Mommie and Grammie when I was not yet quite four, was a pleasant experience that I enjoyed. So I've been hooked since!

My childhood enemas (administered by my mother) were fairly infrequent, and given to me for whatever ailed me at the time. Back then (late 40's and early 50"s), enemas were, in our household, given as the cure-all. I think, because they were always gentle and never forced or given as punishment, I associated enemas with pleasurable feelings, which is why I decided to try them on a solo basis when I went into puberty. Been enjoying them ever since, for both the health aspects, and the very strong erotic sensations a good enema provides.

I received my first, well presented enema at 3 1/2. Enemas for health reasons were not too often but I never objected to getting them. I did,however, fuss about them as that was what was expected. I started to self administer on my own at 15, when alone, and continued for many years. Right now I am enjoying the afterglow from my 3 enema series yesterday afternoon.

Enemas were just a part of our home life. Growing up if we were sick, constipated, and on occasion that Mom felt we needed one, we got an enema. I was not really happy when given the news of what was in store for me but more or less accepted my fate and took it with minimal resistence. My outlook really changed when after I got married. I needed relief and my wife insisted on giving me enema despite my protests. To my surprise I loved it.

Aside from the compulsion that imprinted on us in early life from the traumatic experience of getting an enema, we eventually realized that, of all the childhood remedies, the after effects of being given an enema were rather pleasant.

I fought all the things I was subjected to as a child down with an illness. I hated mustard plasters, Vicks, cough syrup, nose drops and shots. None of these things seem to make a difference in the level of misery I felt. The after effects of an enema where remarkable. The trauma of the ordeal had a payoff, I felt noticeably better, euphoric, once i was back in bed, tears dried and sobs done.

My sister and I got them from age 8 (me) & 10(her) from Grandma. We got them twice weekly on a regular schedule, and hated them. It wasn't the pain, because they never hurt...it was the embarrassment and violation. This was exascerbated because we were almost always both done at the same time, totally naked. When sis was 14 and I was 12, I was pleasantly surprised one Saturday morning by Sis. Mom and Grandma were out for the day, shopping with friends. Sis came in giggling and said, "They're gone all day, so I guess we are not getting our enemas today." I said probably not, and she surprised me with, "I really kind of want one, do you?" I was really surprised, but thought about it and realized I DID want one. We striped and went to the bathroom where SiS mixed up a pitcher of Ivory soapsuds and filled Grandma's red open top 4 qt bag. She asked me to give her half, then, she gave me the rest of the bag. I think we gave each other 3 apiece that day, and continued doing it every chance we had until we left home. We're both in our sixties now, and when we visit, there's always time with Ivory soapsuds.

That sounds like a fun exchange, but not something I'm likely to take up with my older brother!

I don’t remember ever thinking an enema was a bad thing. Maybe that was because mom used a bulb and never made us take more than one or two bulbs, so once you get past the idea of someone sticking something in your butt, it is not so bad.

When my sister and I were young we often took our bath together. Sometimes we would play in the bubbles for what seemed to be hours. In the vanity, near where the bottle of bubble bath soap was kept was the white bulb enema syringe. Sometimes we took the enema bulb into the tub to squirt water at each other. I remember once mom saw us playing with it and she said, “Put that thing away, it is not a toy”. We knew what it was, having been on the receiving end of it a few times.

One time we were fooling around squirting water at each other and my sister ended up on her hands and knees with her butt toward me. I touched the nozzle directly against her butt hole, expecting her to pull away, but she didn’t, so I slipped the nozzle into her and squeezed. She didn’t move an inch so I refilled the bulb and I squeezed another one into her. After the second one she turned around and said it was her turn to give me some. At first I refused but she said it was only fair, or else she would tell mom what I did. So I turned around and let her give me two bulbs too. Soon we both had to go pretty bad and fought for the toilet, dripping water all over the floor and the toilet.

When mom came in later she scolded us for the wet floor saying we should have gone to the toilet before we got into the tub. I don’t think she realized why we had to get to the toilet in such a hurry because by then we had put the bulb away. We did that several times. I’m not sure if mom ever figured out what we were doing, but she never said a word if she knew.

As I hit puberty my weekly enemas began to become a source of arousal and blossomed from there to a life long fetish!

I don't remember ever getting an enema from somebody else over ever thinking of an enema as something I wouldn't want. There was curiosity and faszination from the beginning... As long as I remember, enemas were something I desired. The only thing that has changed is that today I enjoy enemas on a regular basis without feeling guilty or like a freak.

I really did not like an enema when I was growing up. The idea of fussing about it turned out to not be a great idea because I would get a smack on a bare bottom plus the enema any way. The word enjoyment didn't come into play until I was in my late teens.

Count me as one of those who thought enemas and enjoyment were mutually exclusive! As a child I rarely got an enema, but when I did I was sick and thus connecting enjoyment with a procedure totally associated with being sick never really worked. Then as I entered puberty, touching myself around my anus gave me cold shivers and a certain tingle! Then came experimentation and ultimately the connection between an enema and enjoyment!

I'm just glad I finally made the connection!!!!

Have fun and play safe!

Deb

I have vivid memories from when I was 5 or 6, mother giving OTK enemas to big sister and me in our one-room trailer - no privacy and only a potty to "go" in. We must have fussed a good deal, because by the time I was 9 or 10 mother had the idea we hated enemas. But by that time I really would have welcomed some strict enema time with mother and/or grandma. I don't really have any idea why that change took place. Or maybe there wasn't really a change. Part of what I love most about an enema administered by a strict woman today IS the feeling of discomfort, distress, exposure, humiliation, and domination. It could be that in some way I liked it way back when, but of course fussing would have been a natural accompaniment to those feelings, and I just wasn't USED to this love/hate stuff yet.

Hi Cheryl, I bet I would have enjoyed being your sister. It sounds like you had some fun. When I hear stories like yours I wonder what experiences I missed growing up in a family where enemas were apparently non-existent. I do not remember ever getting an enema at home, and do not remember seeing any sort of enema or douche equipment in our house. Although some here did not enjoy them, it seems to me that done with a gentle touch, enemas as a child did not have to be traumatic. My first enema was a Fleet at a friend's house and it was interesting but not particularly enjoyable. My cousin who is nearly the same age as me has been like a sister and it was her that showed me how to do an enema with the bag. My only regret is I didn't learn that sooner.

I have to stand on the side of those who never hated enemas. Sure, when an enema was declared to be necessary by my mother there would be the required whining that I don't need one, but not so much that she didn't give me one. After all we aren't supposed to like having our ass pumped full of water. But by time I was 10 or so I recognized that there was something else happening here than just making me shit. It was a feeling that could not be explained to someone lest they think me a weirdo for liking enemas. But it was real. Why else would a person give themself an enema when there was no need for one?

Getting chicken pox at age 6, my pediatrician told my mother I was to get 3 salt water enemas each day, because any salted food burned my tongue. That's when she bought an open top bag and after 3 days of following his instructions, she gave up. because of the mess. I, on the other hand became imprinted for life.

As we get older, we realize a lot of things we might have disliked growing up aren't so bad. It is the same with foods. Sometimes we are resistant to things as kids which we realized later in life are great.

My earliest years were very isolated on a small farm way off the road, behind some other, better places, or at least we thought so. But looking back, our house was not much but the farm was top notch. Anyway, out there as we looked for something to do, particularly in the summer, one of us hit on the idea of wanting to bag each other, as we called it. An enema was a wash bag to us. It was hot, and we simply asked for it. Dad worked off the farm as well, and so when things slowed down it was offered as a treat for doing well. Good talk and hygiene were at the top of the list. The house was 200 feet from the out house, so the fun ones were like cookies, small and playful, requiring good behavior with courtesy to others, as she was giving us. It was a rare treat, and led us to realize and appreciate the work she was doing, as we helped to earn something extra, hopefully. So when it did happen there was laughter and giggles. We made a game of it and was told to keep it our secret time, from all the world.

The trouble started when I tried to take over. I was greedy, and needed to be put in my place for sure. Dad did the spanking at an appointed time. So we had loong to think about it and consider our ways before we brought him the belt and cooperated for what seemed to be a near death experience. I never discussed this with another cousin or friend, as I understood the special nature of the fun (and shameful spankings) was to be only a private time for the family. Dad's enemas were more serious and was the reason mom was so well equipped and experienced as it was. I have considered bringing it up to a certain cousin, ( as I have with my wife) but have always decided against it. So enemas were always for comforting and reward more than work to me. She used a big bag full, but would only give samples, unless we were really sick. So multiple goes or rides were expected too.

I believe around puberty I began to enjoy them and wanted them!

I believe I was hooked from the first, with one specific memory from age 5, more or less. I received very little affecion as a child -- almost none from my mother. Somewhere though I have a partially-repressed memory of one of my parents -- maybe my father, actually, but not sure -- saying something like "good boy" when I expelled. Easy to make this connection -- if this is what it takes to get approval, "bring 'em on!" Have been a life-long fan ever since, including prowling the back streets to an out-of-the way store to see if the latest issue of Penthouse was in: got to check the "special preference" section (enemas) in their letters (in the 70's).. And so on, including more than 20 years married to a woman, who said (when I touched her backside on our honeymoon) "I don't like that." Oops.

I don't even remember when I got my first enema, but all I know is that I enjoyed them from the word go.

Why? Is it really necessary to explain to all you enema aficionados out there??? 😁

I only received 1 enema from my mother at a very early age- 5 or so. Then it wasn't until my early teens that I found the family enema bag and began to play. So I was not coming from a history of painful enemas as a young child. I have always done my enemas in a way to enhance the pleasure in both taking them and the sexual erotic sensations they produce.

I got a lot as a kid and discovered as a teen I was conditioned

Like many I received several enemas as a kid. I could take them or leave them. Then in my teens I discovered that I could get a hard on by playing with my butt. From there to enemas was a logical step. I enjoyed the sensations and eventually the masturbation. I've been hooked since then!.