Embarrassing Moments!!!

Two weeks ago, I became quite constipated because of the coronavirus' lockdown in our small apartment, not being able to move and walk as I usually do. My belly was bloated and I couldn't go to the bathroom, I could only fart. I was complaining about the fact that my belly was hurting when my partner suggested he could give me an enema. I knew he would say that and I was already quite horny at that point. I told him that could be a good idea.

An hour later, he came back in our bedroom holding our bulb enema in his hand. I stripped down, and let him do the job. I was laying on my left side, on the bed, and I'm not sure he noticed my huge hard on, but when I came back after having expelled the enema, he was sitting on the bed, chuckling and looking at the bed sheet at the same time.

I felt so stupid to have thought I made it to hide my excitment from him when I realized the sheet was covered with dried stains from pre cum leaks. I just acknowledge I had felt horny during the enema and told him it was because of the nozzle's pressure on my prostate. I'm pretty sure he had already realized enema procedure was a turn on for me but after this, there's no doubt.

It happened when I was about 14, my bestfriend and I were giving each other enemas and suppositories when my aunt walked in on us.

It was so embarrassing

Oh yes I had an embarrassing moment when I was being given an enema one evening and my Aunt and Uncle showed up just as I was being taken into the bathroom for my enema. The door bell rang and my Mom answered the door. They were told she would be with them in a few minutes after she finished giving me my enema. At that time my Aunt who was a LPN asked if she needed help. My Mom said she would be welcomed to come into the bathroom and help if you wanted too. My Dad came out of the bathroom to talk with my Uncle while I was being given my enema by both Mom and my Aunt.

I think I mentioned that growing up I had two sisters, one younger and one older. There was the time when my mom was preparing to give me an enema and my two sisters learned of my fate and chanted, "Wes is going to get an enema, Wes is going to get an enema." It was embarrassing and the only thing that made them stop was mom telling them if they didn't quit, they'd be next. Still, even after the enema was over it was hard looking them in the eye.

@EnemaloverX

What did she do when she caught you?

When it was impossible to retain the enema. Nothing could be motor embarrassing

When grandma is ready to give you the enema with the bulb in her hand and someone enters the house !! Ok the person waits in a different room but after that you join her and she knows about what just happened

My first enema orgasm .my wife had me using her pink cock nozzle I felt the nozzle rubbing my spot the warm water spraying deep inside me I felt it happening I felt my body tensing up my wife told me go ahead cum like a girl and I did it was one of the strongest orgasm I have ever had..my body shaking I actually scream out …the enema continued to fill me ..my wife started talking to me about what had happened that I had my first feminine orgasm ..I was very humiliated and embarrassed the enema still filling me my chest full of cum she reached over wiping up the cum off my chest and fed me the cum ….this was the start of my feminizing oh yes I was also locked in my chastity cage

I think all of us has some embarrassing memories which we are remembering time to time. Like for example the scenario what Brian57 explained here. At home my mom always tried to keep maximum privacy but sometimes things happened what turned the circumstances to an embarrassing experience.

I never liked anybody around when I had to undress (completely) for my enemas.

As h2elady I had something similar. Mom invited our next door neighbours and aunty for a dinner. A nice couple about the same age as mom was that time. That day was my regular weekly cleansing day and mom already prepared everything. I was on the bed laying on my back waiting for mom to come out from the bathroom when the doorbell rang. Mom just run out and guided our guest to the living room. I clearly heard that she is telling to EVERONE that she will be right back just she must finish my enema. My face turned to red.

On the top of it she forgot to close the bedroom door so they could listen the process in details. When mom instructed me to take a deep breath, the sucking noise when the bulb was refilled and me when I told mom I cannot take more, I need to go. That evening I stayed in my room.

I had a similar experience during RT at home, enemas at the hospital and suppository administration in a public toilet as I wrote in other section here.

These moments were so embarrassing those days but remembering back somehow always brings a big smile to my face. 😃

@RTnurse exactly, these moments were embarrassing but with the age we laugh about them now. Sometimes we even would like to live them once again

I have written about this in the past, but to relate it again:

I went to an imaging facility for a barium enema because I was having unexplained abdominal pain. Although I followed the prep directions exactly I was found to still have stool in my lower bowel during the preliminary x-ray.

The doctor said I should have an enema before I could proceed and a nurse prepared a Fleet bagenema and led me to a bathroom in the hall. I was dressed only in the hospital gown they gave me for the procedure. She instructed me in what I had to do - bend over the toilet, insert the tube, let the solution flow until I could hold no more, then sit down and empty into the toilet and repeat until the bag was empty. I was told not to flush so they could evaluate if the enema had done enough to proceed with the procedure. I was disappointed the nurse did not volunteer to administer the enema.

I should add that this facility also did ultrasounds on pregnant women who had to drink and drink to fill their bladders, so they were always in dire need of a bathroom after their scans!

So I was bent over the toilet, ass facing the door, tube in my bare backside, water flowing into me when the door opened and a very anxious pregnant woman and a tech were standing there looking at me in all my glory. After a long moment, they turned around and closed the door.

When I was done with the enema my nurse returned and said I was clear enough for the barium enema. She apologized for the intrusion and said the ladies REALLY need a bathroom after ultrasound and did not realize the room was occupied. She added that the techs give barium enemas all day so it was nothing they had not seen before, and likely the pregnant lady was way too involved trying to hold her urine that she paid no attention to me.

It was certainly embarrassing for me!

@jekyll_doctor I wonder if you were elderly or incapacitated, if they would have helped you with the enema.

I have posted this in other places but here it is again. There have been a couple. Several times, while being full and having an inflatable nozzle inserted holding it back, the giver has disconnected the hose by accident…causing an uncontrollable release until the hose was pinched off. However, the most embarrassing was, after a filling, I was sent to the bathroom to release. As I was sitting down, I notice it was chilly in there and there was a towel sitting on the edge of the tub. I stood up took a couple steps and reached down to pick up the towel when one of those nasty allergy induced sneeze hit me. This lead to a huge fire hose type release which covered the toilet, floor and part of the wall with brown water. The floor and wall were tiled so I quickly let go the rest into the toilet and then grabbed a bunch of towels. I cleaned up the mess and washed out the towels in the tub before the Mistress saw it which caused me to be punished more since I took so long to release…

Another embarrassing moment I have related before: When I was 15 I came home from summer camp with pinworms. I was very upset when I saw white wiggling worms in the toilet after I pooped the first day home. I told my mother who trotted me off to the doctor. Her biggest fear was that the entire household would be infected and that all the bedding in the entire house would have to be changed and laundered daily.

The doctor said he believed it had been caught early and with proper treatment and strict hygiene on my part the family would be spared treatment. He gave my mother a prescription for worming solution and a treatment slip describing the regimen of oral medicine, soapsuds enemas, and frequent showering on my part.

On the return home, we stopped at the local family drug store, owned by one of our neighbors. While the prescription was being filled by the druggist, my mother and I shopped through the store and we ended up in the rubber goods section. She browsed over the selection of enema equipment, even opening a couple of the boxes, before she selected a Rexall Victoria fountain syringe. She told me this would be for my enemas since it would not be OK to use the family bag in case of spreading the worms to others.

After picking up the prescription we went to the checkout where the owner's wife, our neighbor was working. Our purchases were in plain view, worm medicine and an enema bag and my mother and the woman got into a whole conversation about pinworms, medicines, and how difficult it would be to get a fifteen year old to cooperate with the required enemas. I was standing right there, wishing I was invisible! There were other people in the store and I am certain they could hear the conversation. Embarrassing? You bet it was.

BTW: The enemas were also embarrassing!

Another embarrassing moment I have related before: When I was 15 I came home from summer camp with pinworms.

On the return home, we stopped at the local family drug store, owned by one of our neighbors. While the prescription was being filled by the druggist, my mother and I shopped through the store and we ended up in the rubber goods section. She browsed over the selection of enema equipment, even opening a couple of the boxes, before she selected a Rexall Victoria fountain syringe. She told me this would be for my enemas since it would not be OK to use the family bag

BTW: The enemas were also embarrassing!

I'm pretty sure enemas are no longer used in this type of treatment. It's strictly oral meds

Moppy,

You are correct. One or two doses of oral, over-the counter drugs and you are cured.

My experience was more than 50 years ago when enemas were much more common. The oral med back then was liquid and tasted like sewage!

jd

Why did I feel so embarrassed the time my husband gave me my first "soapsuds" enema? Many years later, I still wonder about that. We were blissfully in love, and there was no part of either of us left to the imagination. As first year newlyweds in our 20s, we were obsessed with one another.

I've shared this story in other ways on this site, about the pain medication I was taking, and why he needed to give the enema, but my surprising embarrassment lying in bed with my undies totally off, suddenly feeling vulnerable and helpless, it felt so different than the lovemaking we had enjoyed. Thankfully, I never felt quite that way again, and I loved that my husband learned how to give me a really good enema.

Why did I feel so embarrassed the time my husband gave me my first "soapsuds" enema? Many years later, I still wonder about that. We were blissfully in love, and there was no part of either of us left to the imagination. As first year newlyweds in our 20s, we were obsessed with one another.

Thankfully, I never felt quite that way again, and I loved that my husband learned how to give me a really good enema.

He's a lucky lucky guy

Since I am alone in the bedroom, and I use the en-suite bathroom, anything that DOES go wrong is more annoying than embarrassing.