Enemas: From dreading to enjoying them

I am with liquidsky. I wish people would post their fantasies on the fantasies tab.

I don't think it was meant as fantasy, but may well have been a nurses aid. Could they give kids enemas? Maybe a student nurse? I KNOW they gave enemas, cause I had one at age 17 from a student age 19. I was instantly in love, even though she was not especially beautiful. Her technique was 100% better than my mother's. She drained the air from the hose, didn't hold the irrigator too high, told me how to breathe and would stop the flow, if I started cramping. Yes, she also tried to engage me in conversation, but I was so mortified, all I could do was answer with one word, yes, or no answers.

Candy stripers and nurses aids do not give enemas.

Enemas are considered invasive procedures.

How old can an LPN be in a short-staffed country hospital in the 1970's in the US? I do know. enemas are certainly now an invasive procedure. A lot of procedures that used to be done in the doctor's office, frequently with his wife as a nurse, are now full-blown outpatient procedures. My family doctor growing up, chain-smoked and saw patients out of his house. He gave medicine in paper envelopes and used mercury thermometers. Times change

Today, this would be fantasy, I agree...

I remember hating enemas when I was young put up quite a fight had to be held down. Then when I was 9 I started to settle down still put up a fuss but it was more verbal than anything else, didn't want Mom to think I was liking it too much. But I was starting to like the feeling more and more had feelings of a sexual nature even when I didn't know what it meant. But remember Mom telling me how good a girl I was, really liked the praises she gave me.

As most children, I used to hate enemas, though I didn't get them so frequently. My mother stopped giving them when I was about 10, but suggested I might give some to myself if I ever felt the need...which at the time just seemed to be a crazy idea: why do something I hated?

But at around 14, one day when I felt bloated and rather constipated, as I was alone at home, I looked for the enema bag my mother kept in a cupboard, and had a try. To my great surprise, not only it was not unpleasant, but I felt so well after that I decided I should do them each time I needed one, and later even if I didn't need one . That's how it all begun for me.

Candy stripers helped give enemas back in 1970s and empty bed pans

With an enema, how do you really separate the pleasure from the pain?

Or can you separate them? Can one exist without the other?

Regarding enemas... my wife used to have mixed feelings about them when growing up. Sometimes she enjoyed the quick relief, sometimes she did not want to have one but her mother insisted. And as she got older she got embarrassed by the exposure and everything, until her mom finally told her to deal with enemas herself.

As an adult, though, she was interested in receiving enemas from me...

When I was young I did not like enemas. My mom hung the bag too high and it caused instant severe cramping for me. But I received them often because It seemed I was always constipated. Even around 7 or 8 I remember my dick getting stiff during an enema. I had no idea what was going on it, just felt weird. As I probably approached 11 or 12 the enemas began to feel good in a strange way. The pleasurable feeling in my prostate out weighed the cramping from the high bag position. When I began to sneak enemas by myself, I was in heaven. I would hang the bag lower and by then I had learned to masturbate so every chance I had out would come the bag and I would be laying on the bathroom floor filling up as I stroked my hard prick to orgasm. ......Oh, the good 'ole days!! 😉

P.S.: About the Candy Stripers in the 1970's, I had a girlfriend in College and she told me she was a candy striper in high school in the early 1970's and she did give enemas. Once she went into a room to give a patient and enema and she could not wake the patient up, the patient was dead!

When I was little I hated enemas. When I was told I would be getting one I would beg and plead to avoid one. I remember laying on a towel on the bathroom floor and crying and fussing as my mom used the bulb syringe on me. I remember the strong smell of Ivory soap as she squirted the soapy solution up into my constipated bowels and the gurgling sound of her repeatedly refilling the syringe. As much as I hated and dreaded those early encounters with the syringe there was also some sense of excitement and fascination with enemas. I was constipated quite often at that age and was syringed many times, each time with the same dread and always fighting the procedure. The enemas finally stopped when I was around nine or ten but my fascination and curiosity continued to grow. When I was about thirteen I was left alone at the house while my parents went out and my curiosity got the better of me. I went into the bathroom and got the bulb syringe out of the cabinet and mixed up some soapy water in the sink and proceeded to use the syringe on myself. As I nervously inserted the nozzle and squeezed the bulb I experienced the familiar feeling of the soapy water shooting up inside of me but this time there was a new and exciting feeling as I began to get an erection. From that first combination of discomfort and sexual arousal I was hooked. I continued to syringe myself until I was full and had to sit on the toilet and expel. I cleaned everything up and carefully put the syringe back so as to not be found out. After that I continued to give myself enemas whenever I was left by myself and had the opportunity. To this day I can't quite explain how you can be drawn something that was originally hated and feared.

From early childhood to about age 12 or 13, I hated enemas. Then the hate became love as a teenager. Often, I would sneak my enemas when alone at home.

You were just like me Baron I hated enemas until I was about 10 or 11 years old gave my Mom a very hard time indeed. 😁 😁 😁 😜

As I've said in a previous post, my only pre-teen exposure to enemas came during a three-week hospitalization; after two not-very-effective fleets administered by young male interns who were as embarrassed as I was, the supervising MD apparently decided that a "traditional" enema -- warmed and probably soapy, and administered via an irrigating can, might work better.

The treatment was carried out on a Sunday evening; I was housed in a pediatric ward, but had the place to myself that night. There were two nurses involved, both well into middle age and, while I wasn't enthused, they explained that the "new" procedure was something I'd likely get "when you go back home" still confined, at the time, to a body cast that limited mobility and likely was a factor in my "sluggishness".

The two ladies didn't behave in any way that could be considered inappropriate, but didn't seem to mind their task, I don't recall having an erection, and I would turn out to be very much a "late bloomer" where puberty was concerned. Couldn't actually see much of the device (since the treatment had to be given while I was on my back, and I have preferred to self-administer that way ever since), and didn't realize I was continuing to take on water until the nozzle was removed, and then left in plain sight after expelling (apparently with much better results) and cleaning up. while the two ladies spent some time at the front desk.

I don't know what my reaction might have been if my regularity had not improved within a day or two of returning home and my mother had been expected to administer additional enemas. I suspect I was attracted to the treatment around the age of fourteen, simply via the simple reasoning that pubescent boys lose their dislike of enemas at the same phase when they no longer avoid bathing.

I didn't like enemas when I was a child, but I didn't receive that many. After I was about 12 I don't remember getting any at home. I got Fletcher's Castoria, my mom always kept a bottle in the bathroom cabinet.

I was in the hospital when I was 20 and got a soap suds enema. It was kind of a fantasy experience, stern but nice looking nurse in a white uniform (this was the early 70s folks). I would complain of feeling full and she would stop the flow, but she kept repeating the doctor had ordered it and I needed to take it all, which I did eventually.

I did not get turned on by the enema while it was happening, but thought about it later and realized it was enjoyable. A couple of months later I read a story in Penthouse magazine about a guy and girl exchanging enemas. I remembered that hospital enema, and got super turned on and that was the start of my interest in enemas.

Well i think for most as a child you got a enema if you didnt go, for those of us that were real young a lot of us did not like them no matter how they were giving, of course now speaking as a male i think when we got older our turn on came during pre puberty because of the stimulating of the prostate gland during administration, of course we didnt like the stimulation then but on puberty we understood how to enjoy the stimulation to sum it up i think it has to do with age, this is why i question the need for enemas as a small child when they are stopped because of puberty of a child, this makes me think the giver enjoyed the discomfort and humiliation they were giving the child and then puberty comes then the enema stops just something to think about

My wife had a bittersweet relationship with enemas.

She appreciated the feeling of relief when feeling "plugged up" due to constipation.

But she recalls disliking receiving an enema for other stomach ailments - just feeling nauseous could be cause for one.

Another issue was her mom's favorite position: she would have the kid remove pants / skirts / briefs or panties, kneel on the bathroom floor butt up head down legs apart, and she would kneel behind the kid and insert the nozzle. That was easy for her (no problem with leaks, short trip to the toilet, very easy aim for the nozzle, ease of checking that nothing leaks and the nozzle is properly inserted...) but it was downright embarrassing for the kids since it involved showing to mom, at close range, genitals and anal area throughout the injection. In the end she convinced her mom to use only the other position (Sims). Her mom was reluctant because it involved towels, risks of leaks on bedding, etc.

Like pecan nujobs wife, I had a bittersweet relationship with . It took a few years at the business end of the familiar white enema can before I could get to that point, but finally admitted to mom that her bucket o f soapy water really did make me feel better.

Well, I, for one, must admit that I do not think I ever hated to take an enema. In fact, as far back as I can remember, I actually looked forward to having my Mother tell me that it was time for me to take an enema! And, then when, our new doctor told my Mother on one of our visits to STOP giving me enemas immediately. According to him, enemas were BAD for me and must be stopped. I, literally felt that I had been kicked in the gut. I begged Mother to not listen to him. But, he insisted that she stop and to start giving me a children's laxative instead. I told Mother that I wanted enemas instead of that dreaded Castoria that she was instructed to give me. But, Mother did not listen. I told Mother - 1. Castoria made me sick to my stomach. Enemas soothed my stomach. 2. Castoria never felt good. Enemas, nearly, always felt wonderful 3. Castoria, if it worked at all, worked at the most in opportune times. Enemas, always, worked shortly after they were given. 4. Castoria never tickled my stomach, whereas, enemas, nearly always tickled my belly. Well, I have to say this, it took a whole lot of convincing and the help of Mom's Mother to get her to once again start giving me my enemas! And to this day, I must admit, that I look very forward to the time I am receiving my next enema and feeling the warm water in my belly, which I hope will not be long.....

Can ANYONE who takes enemas HONESTLY say that they don't both love and hate them??

It's more of a love-hate relationship than with anything else.

One thing I truely both love and hate at the same time. Always have probably always will.

I had to pretend i hated enemas

LisaK

Really, I agree to your posting completely. So, in order to realize an effective bowel cleansing I prefer to swallow 2 oz castor oil: for me this is far more comfortable.

I hated getting enemas as a kid. I remember kicking and screaming as the enema got close to insertion. For a period of time maybe 2 years I got them pretty regularly because I withheld my BMs. At some point I started liking them and would purposely withhold just to get one.

I hated enemas as a kid--I think primarily because of the cramps. If I didn't have a BM for 3 days the bag came out. It was a 2qt open top bag with black nozzle and filled with warm soapy solution. It was hung fro the top of the shower. I'd have to lie on the bathroom floor, butt up against the shower door feet in the air. One hand under my butt to raise it and the other hand held the nozzle in place due to very shallow penetration. If I couldn't take the full bag at once, I'd have to get back into position after the first one to take the rest--my Mom never wasted a drop.

I didn't start liking them until I was living alone in my 20's

I hated the enemas I got as a child. They hurt! I don't know how full a bag I got but I remember once my mom said if I took my enema now she would give me less than my dad would later. My mom always told me to relax and it wouldn't hurt as much but I don't remember that working. I stil had cramps even though she was very kind about the process and stopped the flow several times. To this day the word relax makes me think of enemas!

Later when the bag was available, I began experimenting on my own and I found them to be enjoyable and erotic.

I hated the context in which they were given to me, but i always liked the way that the enemas felt from the very beginning. I was just very embarrassed about them, and i hated that i had no control over the situation. I resisted them even though i thought they felt good. I think as a child I was also pretty confused about having pleasurable feelings and thoughts about enemas. All of which had some really interesting effects on my sexuality and developed into kinks that i really like now.

I never got enemas until after I was married. I hated them at first ...really hated them but now have to admit that I usually like most of them now and they have become such a part of my life. It might have been easier if I had had them when I was younger. For me, they are both psychological and physical.

I never had enemas as a child, in fact it wasn't until I read about a nurse fantasy in Penthouse Variations that the thought ever hit me. (But it did like lightning when I read the story!)

I do remember, however, being very anally 'aware'. When I was 5 the neighbor girl and I used to play 'puppy dog' and of course what do puppy dogs do? Poop while on a leash of course! So that's what we played. Maybe that was the start of it, honestly I don't remember whether the 'game' was my or her idea, but it lit a fire. Later, as a teenager I would masturbate to fantasies of a woman's bottom, and then when the Penthouse magazine fantasy came into my life my personal fantasies become much richer.

Enemas are one placed pleasure and pain seem to walk hand in hand.

Almost everyone who takes enemas both loves and hates them.

Lisak said

Enemas are one placed pleasure and pain seem to walk hand in hand.

Almost everyone who takes enemas both loves and hates them.

THAT IS SO VERY UNTRUE.

People here love them for many reasons.

People have had a few enemas they didn't enjoy, usually in childhood or S&M situations because of the solution they used or because of other circumstances, myself included, but they still love enemas.