Embarrassing Moments!!!

I know personally I've had a couple embarrassing moments with my enema taking.

It always seems that when I am playing solo, my mother shows up!

Or having a sitting room full of people and my little boy comes running in holding a bag, dragging the tubing and nozzle behind him..."Mommy what is this?"

So tell me your embarrassing stories!!! I know I am not the only one out there with these uncomfortable moments!

Here is a bonus story> I went on a date with an Assistant Chief of a local fire department. The date was going so badly, I wanted to RUN! So, over dinner I looked at him while he was taking a rather large bite of his steak and said "I enjoy a good enema from time to time...How about you?" I almost had to rescue my date from choking to death! Let’s just say that there was no dessert

I want to hear your stories!!!

My prime embarrassing moment was when I had the apartment to myself (so I thought) one Friday evening and had decided to pamper myself with a nice slow enema. I put on music, lit a candle and began my slow fill on the bed. As I rolled from my stomach to be on my right side, I saw my roommate and another female I did not know looking at me. My roommate had returned to get something she had forgotten and brought her friend in with her. I did not hear them enter because of the music. I started to abort my enema but my roommate told me to continue. She introduced her friend and explained that she was a devout enema user also. It is a bit unsettling to meet a stranger when you are lying so exposed and with a nozzle up your butt. It seems funny now but was mortifying then. That stranger is now a very close friend.

A few years back I needed to have a upper GI and the doctor required a enema prior to the procedure. We didn't have a enema kit in the house so I had to purchase one. I just came home with it and my 16 year old son came in and saw the bag and said "who's that for" his mother said it's for your father and he just chuckled and went out the door.

That evening my wife gave me the enema and the suppository that went along with it. I really think she enjoyed giving it to me because she kept feeling around moving the nozzle in and out and reaching under me to see if I was hard...and I was.We did turn it into a great sex night but I can't seem to get her to repeat it.The only other time she gave me one was when she was taking her clinical to be a RN and she would come home and practice things on me...that was fun while it lasted

I found a dominatrix on line and set an appointment. She was very fond of enema humiliation. It's bad enough to be given an enema by a gorgeous woman, but to make matters worse, she insisted on being in the bathroom with me as I expelled.

Every enema was embarrassing for me, especially as a young kid when I'd get them in the bathroom with the door open and my brother and sister would sometimes see.

OMG I have had that happen to me also

My first M & M enema was in a hotel room. For those of you who haven't tried Milk and Molasses, when it hits, it hits hard.

I didn't make it to the toilet. The emate that Was with me just laughed and laughed.

We got as much cleaned up as possible.

Now, if I do M & M, it is in the bathroom.

BTW, in reference to comment above, I never find it embarrassing for emate to be in bathroom with me--or me in bathroom with her-- Very intimate and thrilling to be that open with each other.

I live in a remote area so it is very rare to have someone come to the door. Normally I don't answer the phone or computer when I'm giving myself enemas. I would not consider opening the door for a delivery person. Recently I was partly filled when someone began banging on the door. I tried to ignore it but it was impossible. I answered the door to find a woman who said she thought my house was for sale. She went on and on about the situation she was in and I wanted to scream! Finally she left and I dashed to the bathroom. Like doing wind sprints to build up sphincter control.

I was an only child raised by my father. so privacy was not hard to find. Maybe I had a little too much.

My father and his father before him each had one and only one younger brother.

He has told me several times, " You don't realize how lucky you are NOT to have a younger brother!

I didn't get away with a damn thing! Younger brother will rat you out for fun OR for profit!!"

No super embarrassing moments so far for me. I almost always wait for my wife to be out to take my enemas.

Occasionally there is an phone call, but I sometimes remember to take a phone into the bathroom with me. Once in a while the doorbell will ring. If I'm expecting a delivery from FedEx or UPS, I usually am expecting them thanks to tracking and will not respond to the bell immediately. I have had to pull up my jeans a couple times and head to the door while holding, but nothing I couldn't handle.

That's the kind of role play my wife and I do her coming home and the magic suitcase is out and I am in the bathroom playing with out her. Then she teaches me a lesson with bags hoses and toys the humilation is quite Erotic to me and she really gets horney over my humiliation . She has from time to time brought her best friend home with her

Okay is it just me, or just don't answer the door! Unless someone you know is on their deathbed, there is no rule you have to answer the door!!! LOL!!!

Right BarryB. We aren't Pavlov's dogs.

My embarassing moments were when my girlfriend walked in on me one time, really didn't know what to say as I looked at her as I was on all fours, face down, ass up with a tube in my ass. She just kind of looked at me and then didn't know what to make of it. It wasn't working out between us anyway so I really didn't care much. The other embarassing time though was when my wife came home and everything was out. She was kind of shell shocked as well although she kne before that I used them had never seen proof.

My most embarrassing was when I was 18 living at home I hide my bag in my book bag. I took it out put it in the down stairs bathroom and was gonna go to town and my mom came down to take a shower before me and found the bag. I had to lie and tell her it was my gf so she could douche after sex to help avoid kidney and bladder infections. All I heard when she found it was why is there a enems bag in here and a concerned look on her face when she was holding it questioning me.

I had an old dog that couldn’t make it all day without being let out, so when I was at work my neighbor came over to let her out. One day I was not feeling well so I called in sick. After lunch I felt better and decided a good enema would continue my recovery. I was laying on the bed in a T-shirt and had most of it in me when I hear the front door open and my neighbor call for the dog. I forgot to tell her I would be home for the day and she did not need to come over. She realized somebody is in the house and calls for me. I had no choice but to answer, that I was in the bedroom and I would be right out. About that time she appeared at my open bedroom door, saw the hose disappearing into my butt, said excuse me, and turned to leave. I told her to make some coffee and I would be right out. It took a while for me to finish and over the coffee I explained with a red face that an enema seems to help me when I feel bad. She was pretty neutral about it saying she heard enemas could be good for you but had not had one herself in years. She didn't ask for more information and I didn't volunteer any.

Amazingly, I have not had any embarrassing enema experiences where I was getting an enema, but my boyfriend and I had an embarrassing experience in college. I was giving him an enema in my dorm suite one night when I thought we would be alone, but one of my suite-mates came back and saw us in the shower with me kneeling in front of him holding the nozzle up my boyfriend's butt and his dick in my mouth.

Luckily my friend never said a word about it--or at least I never heard any scuttlebutt about it.

I was not embarrassed, but could have been, as I has a bit of a mess. I was using a clear bag hanging from a coat hanger, on a cabinet know. I had the perfect height. Apparently, the bag was a bit over used, and broke from the hanger, leaving a half full or half empty bag full of water all over the place. Fortunately, I was able to clean up but still hat a bit of dampness around for a long time.

For myself it was preparing to anal exam. Ok, it isn't pleasure and I need it. But the embarrassment thing was a moment when doc ordered done me enema for nurse. She was doing it and I was very wet. I couldn't contained this reaction my body and I had my witness are dropped into my thighs. He was going on us to checked how goings on enema, he seen my vagina and he told that he was waiting where I prepared myself and gone.

Just this past weekend, I was away and I brought my red bag stuff with me. I put the bag and tubing on the backseat to dry on the drive back. Then, it was dark when I got there, and I forgot all about it.

The next morning, when I went out to where I parked on the street, there were people passing by my car and laughing when they saw what was on the backseat. People at area shops looked at me as I got in the car, and I think they had been watching others be amused when they walked by the car as well.

I think I was likely the talk of the neighborhood!

I have had several moments that were very embarrassing to most who take enemas, but mine only served to further arouse me and make me want to take even more enemas .....I was home alone about 3 years ago and this was just after my new female roomie had moved into my place and I thought she was gone to work for the entire day, well in any even, I am laying on my side in my living room taking a very large 3.5 quart enema and it was only about half in me, when the front door opened, and she walked in on me--first time she saw me totally nude, and first time she saw me taking a very large enema.....She had come home and said that her employer ran out of work for her to do that day, and so gave her the rest of the day off....I wanted to yank the hose and nozzle out of me and run for my bedroom, but she insisted to continue and not to let her bother me-- this was the turning point for her and myself, as she confessed to me after the enema bag had finished emptying into me, that she too , took enemas quite often and asked me if I would not mind helping her from time to time.....I got up, made my way to the bathroom with my boobs bouncing all the way there, and as I came out, she was totally naked and said it was now her turn for the nozzle and hose, and she asked me to fill her enema bag and give her a couple of really good enemas, which I gladly did .....But needless to say, it was very embarrassing for her to see me like this the first time.....

This was the first in a series of similar deliciously embarrassing enema moments with my switch Domme ex-wife. To be brief, we'd spent a couple of hours in bed with her dressing me in head to toe black latex and heavy sneakers plus cuffing me and giving me an enema of about two quarts with a latex DBC. Then she wrapped me in a thick comforter to induce sweating and essentially make me immobile for a half hour or so. After edging me several times, she finally came back and after asking if I was ready for more, she showed me the full enema bag again and added another quart or two into me. That was embarrassing enough, and I hoped I could release after that, but then she informed me that I had to start giving her PIV, oral and whatever orgasms she wanted.

I looked into her Domme eyes and was totally embarrassed and humiliated that I had to actually now be required to do something very physical for her while still sweating in my rubber suit and filled with enema. I crawled and dragged my distended belly over to her side of the bed and started fingering her while groaning and begging to empty. However she just kept encouraging my stimulating her and made it embarrassingly clear what submissive things I had to do to satisfy her and, if I was lucky, not have to hold my water all night before getting an orgasm. Wow. Spectacular.

Eric

My most embarrassing enema moment happened when I was a kid. I was probably 8 or so and maybe a little more unwilling than when I was younger. I was in the bathroom and my mom was trying to give me an enema, only I was not cooperating and wouldn’t let her do it. I was making a big enough fuss to where my dad opens the door, pokes his head in, sees my mom with the enema bulb and me lying half naked on the floor. He saw what was going on and then closed the door behind him. I was completely humiliated and beyond embarrassed. It still makes my heart sink when I think about how awful it was. I still ended up getting the enema.

Allie80: I can relate as a spectator... My sister used to put up a fuss when receiving suppositories and she was next door, with a thin wall. The soundtrack was fun...

Wow! This n/a poster would have been a fun--NO!--a dream date.

One of my embarrassing moments was the day after I got an oil enema. I was eleven or twelve when one evening just before bedtime , mom injected a bulb full of olive oil and told me to sleep with it in myself and tell her the next morning so she could syringe the soapsuds enema after I expelled the oil. The next morning, I expelled the oil enema and thought that it was all out so why get another one. My neighbor friend called me to come over and play a board game. She was fourteen and told me that her mom had made breakfast for both of us before leaving to go shopping. After eating we sat on her wooden floor and started playing. I felt that I had some gas and quietly let it out. Only it was not gas but oil. The oil I expelled was clean but my shorts and floor had oil where I sat. I got up and she said I see someone got an oil enema and didn't rinse it out. I was so embarrassed but she told me that she also got enemas and it was no big deal. She brought me her robe and told me to take off my underwear and short and she would wash and dry it. Then she went to the bathroom and I heard water running. After that, she called me to come and I saw soapy water in a container and a white bulb syringe and a fountain syringe hanging on a hook. She told me that oil enemas needed to be washed out to prevent accidents like mine and that she would give me a couple of enemas like her mother gave her. I couldn't believe that I would be receiving an enema from my beautiful brown Latin neighbor. She had me lie on my left side on a fluffy rug and put Vaseline on the bulb nozzle and on her finger. Then she inserted it into my anus. Only my mom had done that to me before her. She filled the bulb, inserted the nozzle and squeezed. The nozzle was short and I felt the warm, soapy water flow through my anus into my rectum. The insertion and withdrawal of the lubricated nozzle felt so good as she refilled the syringe slowly filling my colon. I couldn't help myself as my penis became fully erect. Her enema was soon causing me cramps as she continued filling me yet it was a pleasurable discomfort that I was feeling and it excited me. She noticed my erection and said that it was normal in boys and happened to her brothers when she helped her mom give them enemas. Finally, she felt my tummy and said enough enema for you. Now she told me that I had to retain it for a while. I felt really full and the cramps were starting to hurt. She told me that she had something of her older sisters that would help me to retain the enema. She went to her sister's bedroom and brought something back. She told me that I would feel some discomfort as she inserted it into my anus but it would help me hold in my enema. I felt the strange object stretch my anus as she slowly inserted it and suddenly it was in and I felt her inflate it a little. She told me that she knew the enema she had given me was uncomfortable and suddenly she put her hand around my fully erect penis and started to masturbate it. This will take your mind off the painful cramps you must be feeling. She would start and stop until finally she made me cum and then the plug was removed and she let me

release my enema. It poured out of me while she prepared the first of three rinse enemas which she gave me using a full fountain syringe. She used a long fluted nozzle which she told me would be easier to retain. I later found out that it was a douche nozzle. That was the beginning of our enema friendship and when we were both in high school, she started letting me give her enemas and even masturbating her while she held hers in. But no sex until we were both in college and then only in her back door. We were good friends but only that. She also introduced me to the pleasure of using an anal vibrator while retaining my enemas. We would insert them into each other and lie next to each other seeing who would reach the eneorgasm first.

Growing up my enemas were either done by my Mom or my Aunt Linda she was a Nurse, when I was young I always was embarrassed that she would be there to help my Mom in some ways, but when I got older like around 13 or 14 my Aunt would still help Mom if she was there. I always would fuss even though I enjoyed it and my biggest fear was Mom or My Aunt Linda seeing how hard enemas made me. This time when they were giving me 1 and had me up on my hands and knees, I guess the enema got to me so much that I had per-cum leaking out, Aunt Linda kept making sure the nozzle was still inside all the way and I know she had to see it but she never said a word and I was so embarrassed. Afterwards when I was alone it made for some great thinking.

Another embarrassing moment was when I was in Cancun one time and had gotten a little constipated. As a fluent Spanish speaker, I went to a pharmacy and bought all I needed to give myself an enema. Back at my hotel room, I prepared the enema and lay down on the bed. I found a nail to hang the plastic two liter enema can that I bought which I had filled it with warm soapy water. I applied lubricant to my anus and the douche nozzle which had side holes which would not clog when I inserted it. I was enjoying the enema when suddenly, the door opened and a pretty, young Latina came in to clean the room. She saw the enema with its long hose ending between my butt cheeks. At first,I didn't know what to say or do, I guess we were both surprised and I felt so embarrassed . Finally I said that I wasn't feeling well in my stomach. She turned out to be a nursing assistant studying to be a nurse. She told me that enemas can be very good for many reasons and she grew up receiving quite a few. She told me to lie on my back and started massaging my stomach up, over and down, brushing up against my erection. Soon, I was starting to feel the cramps and she said that was a sign that the enema was cleaning me out. Then she told me to turn over to my side and went to get something from her purse. It turned out to be a thin vibrator which she slowly, carefully inserted into my anus. This will help you to retain the enema for twenty minutes by plugging you and taking your mind off the uncomfortable cramps. She told me that she also took enemas and found this to be the best way to retain them. The painful cramps combined with the variable speed vibrator plugging my anus made for an unforgettable experience. While I expelled the enema, she prepared a rinse enema which she gave in a knee-chest position followed by a couple with me lying on my back with two pillows under my hips. She told me that she enjoyed giving herself or getting from her sister cool, soapy enemas and retaining them while she masturbated. We agreed for her to come back that night and I gave her a couple of enemas( when she was full, she had a beautiful round stomach). I masturbated her as she straddled the toilet and felt her orgasm as the enema gushed out of her.

She gave me one on my back before climbing up onto me while I retained it( she had prepared a flaxseed enema) and I entered her well prepared and lubed beautiful brown anus. She was a beautiful chocolate brown with shiny black hair and a curly black bush below. We repeated this a couple of times for the few nights I stayed there.

Another embarrassing moment was when I was in Cancun one time and had gotten a little constipated. As a fluent Spanish speaker, I went to a pharmacy and bought all I needed to give myself an enema. Back at my hotel room, I prepared the enema and lay down on the bed. I found a nail to hang the plastic two liter enema can that I bought which I had filled it with warm soapy water. I applied lubricant to my anus and the douche nozzle which had side holes which would not clog when I inserted it. I was enjoying the enema when suddenly, the door opened and a pretty, young Latina came in to clean the room. She saw the enema with its long hose ending between my butt cheeks and I said that I wasn't feeling well in my stomach. She turned out to be a nursing assistant studying to be a nurse. She told me that enemas can be very good for many reasons and she grew up receiving quite a few. She told me to lie on my back and started massaging my stomach up, over and down, brushing up against my erection. Soon, I was starting to feel the cramps and she said that was a sign that the enema was cleaning me out. Then she told me to turn over to my side and went to get something from her purse. It turned out to be a thin vibrator which she slowly, carefully inserted into my anus. This will help you to retain the enema for twenty minutes by plugging you and taking your mind off the uncomfortable cramps. She told me that she also took enemas and found this to be the best way to retain them. The painful cramps combined with the variable speed vibrator plugging my anus made for an unforgettable experience. While I expelled the enema, she prepared a rinse enema which she gave in a knee-chest position followed by a couple with me lying on my back with two pillows under my hips. She told me that she enjoyed giving herself or getting from her sister cool, soapy enemas and retaining them while she masturbated. We agreed for her to come back that night and I gave her a couple of enemas( when she was full, she had a beautiful round stomach). I masturbated her as she straddled the toilet and felt her orgasm as the enema gushed out of her.

She gave me one on my back before climbing up onto me while I retained it( she had prepared a flaxseed enema) and I entered her well prepared and lubed beautiful brown anus. She was a beautiful chocolate brown with shiny black hair and a curly black bush below. We repeated this a couple of times for the few nights I stayed there.

Alberto,

Why was that embarrassing? I'd just call it fortunate and delightful. And I enjoy embarrassing, humiliating enemas. Glad you enjoyed it.

Eric

That is likely how I developed my love of enemas @mitchh. seeing and hearing my younger brothers getting enemas. I don't recall ever getting any as a kid. Poor me.