What was your first enema like?

Suppositories and soap sticks were constipation healers until there came a time when mum discovered the advantages of enemas(or so it seemed). I was utterly frightened about any sort of anal insertions (what with the weekly suppositories given) and I went hysterical when I found mum approaching me with the bulb nozzle!! I thought the entire thing was supposed to go in and mum had to explain to carefully!! However I resisted as usual with my sister enjoying my humiliation(I was asked to lie down on my parents bed, legs on the chest position as mum experimented with the new enema equipments). Crying and screaming had no use of course...and after the soap water was put in, i was asked to hold it in(against my wishes). I disobeyed ,emptying the entire soap on the bed which called for severe spanking 😜. From then onwards mum decided using a butt plug(it was not at all comfortable), and i was forced to hold it in!! I cried the entire time, but that meant the butt plug was doing its job, and i had not expelled the enema!!

What were your first incidents of enema???

I don't remember my very first enema. I know I was given small bulb enemas as an infant because I saw mom give my infant brother several and was told all babies need a little enema once in awhile. I do remember one session where she asked me if I wanted one while she was administering to my brother. She explained that she didn't want to waste all that good soapy water she had prepared, and that even though I wasn't sick it was good to clean-out once in awhile. I said I didn't, but she insisted and had me naked and laying over the towel-draped toilet in short order. I had many bulb sessions as a kid and graduated to bag when I was about 7 or 8.

I discovered enemas on my own. When home alone I got out my mother's latex bag, filled it up, and had a wonderful surprise. Have been cumming with enemas ever since.

I remember with my first enema, I hadn't gone poop in about 3 days. This was around when I was 4 years old and fighting my parents on using the potty instead of my diapers. I remember them calling me into the bathroom and locking the door behind me. They told me that it was time to use the potty whether I liked it or not. My father took a hold of me and started taking my pull up and clothes off. I started crying and trying to run away but it was no use. My mother then took over and pinned me across her lap with my father holding the rest of my down so I couldnt squirm away. My mother than held up device foreign to me which I later learned was a red bulb. She said that that was an enema, and it was going to put soap and water in my bottom hole and it was going to make all the yucky poop come out of me. I was hysterical at this point begging for them to not give me an enema. When the nozzle first went inside my bottom I was screaming for them to take it out. My mother replied that it doesn't hurt, that its for my own good, and I should have made poop in the potty in the first place. The whole process felt like hours but it was probably only 10 minutes. The worst was when they put me on my potty chair and stood there while everything came out of me. Afterward they wiped me up and put training panties on me and said I could go play. It was one of the worst experiences ever to me at the time lol.

I got them very young. Soon I was finding ways to give them to myself.

My first experience was with a small fleet I purchased at drug store. The Fleet didn't do much for me, so it wasn't long after that I purchased a red bag.......The real deal😃 That was probably 15 years ago. Damn, the anticipation of getting home with that thing. Wow!

I don't take enemas on a regular basis. Just don't have the time. Couple times a year I get my bag and double Balloon out and have a wonderful time.

The cramping, sweating, raging erection......... So much fun😃

I never had an enema as a child but as i became more anal erotic I always wanted to try it. When I was old enough and had money (teens) and I knew i would have total privacy, I sprung for a bag and nozzle. When I got home, the fun began. Most of my fantasies revolved around a medical visit and this was no different. I filled the bag and started fantasizing about the nurse having me remove my pants and get in bed, had my rectal temperature taken (already had the thermometer and vaseline since I was 13). Since "she" saw i had a fever a needle and cleanout was needed. I pin-pricked my rear end to simulate the needle (foolish, yes but I took precautions by cleaning the pin and sterlizing as best as i could), then it was time for the enema. I dipped the douche nozzle in the vaseline and in it went, unsnapping the pinch valve and feeling the water flow inside me. I was in exctacy as i felt the water in me and the only thing that could have made it better would have been a real nurse performing this on me. As soon as I started to feel full I removed the nozzle and went to the bathroom, not wanting to make a mess. I loved the release of expelling the water and what was already in me and decided I needed a few more. I repeated the process, only taking maybe a pint at a time so as to not make a mess. After the 3rd or 4th one, the excitement and pleasure was too much and I pleasured myself right on the tolet. I cleaned up the mess and hid it all away, followed by a shower, thinking of next time and maybe I would try some suppositories beforehand....

The first enema I recall receiving was when I was 4-YO, almost 5. I was sick in bed and I remember my mother telling me that my aunt, my mothers sister, was coming over to help take care of me because I needed to get well before my birthday the following week.

When my aunt arrived she came in to see me and told me she had some medicine that would help to make me better, and then she and my mother went into the bathroom. A few minutes later my mother came into the bedroom with the coat tree that had been in the house entry hall and put it next to my bed, and my aunt came in right behind her with a white can that had a red hose attached. (There was no nozzle attached because my aunt only used colon tubes, so to me it looked like one long red hose.) She hung the can with a shower curtain hook from one of the lower arms of the coat tree.

I was wearing a night gown and panties and my mother took my panties off then went around the bed to the other side and lay down beside me, moved me onto my left side and held me close telling me how much she loved me and wanted me to be well. My aunt pulled my night gown up and my mother put my right leg between her legs and began rubbing my back. My aunt told us that she was ready to start and for me to just relax and be a good girl as I felt her spreading my hips and gently rubbing me with something that felt slippery as she asked my mother how long it had been since I had done No.2. If I recall right, she told her that it had been past three days.

My aunt told her that she needed to see if I needed to have some oil first and I could feel her pushing something, her finger, up into me. It surprised me and I must have twitched or jumped because my mother told me that it was ok and to just relax. It didn’t hurt and felt kind of nice and a moment later my aunt took he finger out and said that she didn’t think oil was needed

A moment or two later my aunt spread my hips again and I felt something touching where her finger had been and slipping into me, then I heard a click and at first felt a coolness and then a warmth and the nice feeling continued as I could feel something continuing to go into me. I learned later that my aunt was using an F-22, 18-inch rectal tube that she put into me about 3 to 4-inches.(To this day I love the feel of a long thick F-38 to F-40 colon tube, some as long as 30-inches slipping into me.) While this was going on my mother gently rubbed my back and told me to take long deep breaths.

After a while I said that I needed to go potty and my aunt said to just continue taking long deep breaths and the feeling would go away and it did. (I didn’t hear a click but my aunt must have pinched the hose for a while.) After a short time my aunt ask if I still needed to go like I did before and I said no, only a little bit, and she said good and told me that I had taken almost half my medicine and to just relax and keep taking deep breaths as my mother held me close rubbing my back and telling me what a good girl I was for taking my medicine so well and that I needed to take all of it. I had a few more times that I needed to go potty very badly and then I did hear a click and my aunt would squeeze my hips and reach around and gently massage my abdomen till the urge passed and I’d hear the click again. (There were times that I couldn’t feel anything going into me where my aunt had put her finger and then for a few moments there would be some movement, probably because my aunt may have been pinching the tube or hose close to me to control the flow.)

Finally my aunt said that I had taken all the medicine and I heard a click for the last time and then felt her pulling the tube out of me which also felt very nice. Then she picked me up and carried me to the bathroom while squeezing my hips together saying “let’s not have any accidents.” After she set me on the potty she told me I could go but not to flush because she needed to know how much I did. I remember going for a long time several times. Afterward my aunt looked and said that everything had gone well and that I had been a very good girl and that everything was OK.

Marlene

I think I was three or four years old. I was frequently constipated when I was a baby and got enemas as needed. We lived in an old house with limited bathroom facilities in the unheated basement so my Mother had me lay on my back on towel on the old fashioned sink drain board in the kitchen. Since I was on my back she would raise my legs, lube my hole and stick the little red bulb nozzle in and squeeze. She would refill the bulb, insert it again and squeeze. I don't remember how many bulb fulls that I got before expelling. In those days it was common to have a children's potty chair available. I would use it to expell. If the desired result was not obtained, the process was repeated. If I behaved during the enema, I was allowed to play with the syringe and a pan of water as a reward. Sort of like an enema squirt gun. I wonder how many children have used a squirt gun for enema play?

When I got older, about six or seven, the enemas stopped and I was given soap sticks which I hated.

When I was a teenager and left alone, I would hunt the enema bag and give myself enemas. When I got my first apartment, one of the first things I bought was my own bag. I think it cost $1.98 in the local drug store.

That was how I got started enjoying enemas and it has lasted over 70 years.

My first was in hospital, at age 9. I had polio and wasn't allowed off the bed at all. I don't recall how long it was since I had needed a bedpan except to pee, but the nurse barged in on my mother reading me a story (it was visiting time) and used a rectal tube and funnel to deliver a senna enema. I don't remember how long I had to hold it, or how much I took; but I do recall the pile of rock hard shit that resulted. This happened a couple more times while I was there. It must have had an effect on me, for it wasn't too long before I was giving myself enemas at home with a milk bottle siphon and some electrical insulation tubing, finding within a short time that I loved the distension of my belly, and taking first one, then two and finally four imperial pints of water!

Johnny

I became constipated when I was four. I asked my mom what to do and she fixed me an enema. She didn't give it to me but she told me what to do. She hung the hot water bottle on a towel rack and I think she must have inserted the nozzle. I remember sitting on the toilet and feeling the water shoot into me. Soon enough it came shooting out again. I was astonished! Not erotic but fascinating. As an adult my first enema was from a girlfriend and it was totally erotic.

It was sometime in high school but I can't remember exactly when.. There was a button to disconnect the shower head from the hose, and somehow the tip of the hose had a small plastic nozzle-like thing with rounded edges which fit nicely in my bum. There wasn't a way to measure how much water was going into me, but the stream was pretty light and I let it go on for about 20 seconds.

Was very sad when that shower head broke and we couldn't find an exact replacement. Had to change the hose as well and there went my fun.

Can't remember, it's so mand years ago ?

My first enema must have been in my teens, was a bit difficult as we only had an outside toilet, there was a bathroom upstairs, but no loo !

I had got a plastic pop bottle id taped a pen body to after filling it with warm water, i had to drop it out of bathroom window into garden below so i wasnt seen carrying it downstairs.

After retrieving it, i went into the toilet and squeezed some of it into me, wasnt too successfull, but it did work.

Some time after this i went into a chemist shop in town for suppositories and there was a higginsons syringe on open sale there, saved to but it, and shortly after we moved house, and rest is history.

My first enema (and my first laxative suppository) I received from a nurse in the hospital. I was constipated after a surgery and had a small enema 3 days later. It worked very fast and I was fascinated. A few das later I got a suppository from the same nurse. I was too young to me fascinated in a sexual manner (I was 6 years old), but many years later I remembered...

So it started!

My first enema was when I was 6. My brother had them all the time and to this day he still says he hates them. Mom administered them in the quiet of her bathroom, so there weren't any on lookers. My first one was very uncomfortable and I don't think there was much to like about it, except that I was fascinated by the tube going in and out. From that point until I was twelve I was pretty much in love with odd objects going in and out of the old pooter. Since I am a slow learner, It took all those years to figure out that there were more and better sensations to be had I gave myself the second one. It was very warm and I took half a bag. The rest is history.

I cannot be sure when I had my first enema, but I think that my mother used glycerine stick suppositories when I was young and did not start giving me enemas until I was in grade school. There were not very many of them over the next few years, and I think that she stopped doing it when I was in 6th grade. They were miserable, uncomfortable, tension-filled, degrading experiences that I would not recommend to anyone. I do not know why I later found self-administered ones to be so pleasureful, but now I do them once or twice a week if I am able. One difference is that I use clear water and do not have any soap or anything else in it.

hankb

I can not truely remember MY first enema or suppository.I have been getting them on a regular basis since an infant do to on going constipation problems.I still recieve them to this day from my mommy or older sister.I was in diapers up until 5 years old,never wanted to learn potty training.So if my mommy or older sister didn't have to change a messy diaper,then they would give me either a suppository or two or an enema.I was put back into Pampers diapers at 9 years old again,due to heavy bedwetting concerns.The enemas and suppositories have continued,whenever they feel I needed a helper,as they call them.Enema's and suppositories,are just part of my life,and have never found ANY displeasure in them.

I don't really know. If I were to guess it was at a very young age and it was with an infant bulb syringe. If true to form my mother had a warm, Ivory soap solution. I no doubt filled my diaper as a result. It was the first of many enemas that I got growing up.

I think I had my first enema at about age 4, and after expelling felt so much better, that I welcomed and even desired future enemas. My dad gave it to me, using a hanging bag and a small nozzle. He told me what to expect, that it would feel funny and make me want to poo, but that I must resist or else it would not work. Then he gave me the nozzle and guided my hand to the proper place and told me to push it in by myself, which I did. He told me to release the clamp to let the water flow in, and if it becomes too uncomfortable, to squeeze the clamp and that will stop the flow and when ready for more to release the clamp again. So I did while he kept telling me how well I was doing and that he loved me and other stuff. Finally I could not take any more and he helped me sit on the toilet, then left so that I could have privacy. Afterward he asked how I felt and I told him I felt good, and then he gave me a warm bubble bath.

I got pretty severe gastroenteritis at around age 10 or so. Bulb enema from my mom, presumably to 'clear the way' to insert a medicated suppository of some kind. She had me lay on my side on a towel on my parents' bed , and I involuntarily shat all over the towel, at which point she inserted the suppo and told me not to dare expel it. Never did understand why she set up the whole scene that way. Hugely embarrassed and pretty horrified. No sensual appeal whatsoever.

In my twenties, in college, and by a beautiful older girl that I lusted after. She gave me a couple of cocktails then made the whole process extremely erotic. I was very shy and naive at the time, and the whole evening blew my mind and shaped my sexual interests from that day forward.

My first enema happened 71 years ago. I had been sick, and my mom called the doctor. He suggested an enema would be helpful. My mother's mom was staying with us during the winters during WWII. I remember this enema as though it happened day before yesterday.

My grandmother asked me if I wanted her to give it to me. I had no idea what an enema was. Maybe I got one as an infant; however, I had no idea what an enema was. Like I said, this was World War II, and everything was rationed. Heating oil, as did most of the common day items including fresh meats, coupons, and one could only buy oil, meat, gasoline, based upon the coupons that were issued to the individual. Heating oil in this case, since my Grandmother lived alone in a 2 apartment home, she was the owner, would stay with us and keep her home down to 50° F to save on oil.

Back to the enema... My mom, although a great mom, was not a touchy-feely mom. She took care of us, fed us and did all the necessary things that a mom should do except pay lots of loving attention to us. My grandmother, in order to save heating oil warmed up some water on the stove and went to the master bathroom with it asking me to follow. She explained everything that was going to happen and even had me stir the soap in the warm pan of water. She poured the solution into a red closed top enema bag, attached the hose and put the child nozzle onto the hose. She caressed me, loved me, paid 110% attention to me and gave me that enema. I loved it. Unfortunately that was the last one I ever had that wasn't self-given. I don't know why, and I do feel cheated. This grandmother was a regular enema user as was my mom and my mom's identical twin. They all used enemas regularly.

In my early teens, I was passing rocks that hurt a lot. By this time the doctor that told my mom to give me an enema had passed away. His replacement in the early 1950's didn't believe in enemas. He gave me suppositories that kept me sore for about 3 weeks. A series of enemas would have treated that in a day or two at the most. I still don't know why my mom just didn't give me an enema, no doctor's visit, and no enduring pain. I feel cheated.

I believe that my early experiences with enemas began when I was very young. I do remember my preschool years, getting enemas when my mother thought that I needed one. I hated it and tried to run away but always ended up on the bathroom floor on a bathmat with a bulb syringe squirting water into me.

I have told this story before. I had one growing up. It was a disaster and I hated it. I was on all fours naked on the bathroom floor. My mom put the nozzle in and all was well until the cramps hit. I took off across the floor which pulled the nozzle out and everything else came out. I went right out the door on all fours. Once in the hall I ran to my room screaming. My mom screamed when I first started to take off but that didn't stop me. I did not have another for many years after that. That is another story but now I love them.

My first remembered enema was a 4 oz red bulb OTK from my mother. I really don't remember much about it except that I didn't like it. Later, we moved to her mother's house, and Sis and I got twice weekly enemas which we hated until we loved them!

My first enema was a Fleet when I was fifteen or sixteen. It was summer vacation and one rainy day we were bored, looking for something to do while her mom and dad were at work. My girlfriend and I found a couple of Fleets under the sink in her bathroom that her mother apparently had put there. After reading the directions on the box several times we decided to try it. My gf squeezed half of the bottle into her ass and handed it to me. It was cold. I was surprised how fast it worked. It made both of us shit within a few minutes. After I got a place of my own I used a couple of Fleets when I felt I needed help to shit, but I can't say they were exciting or noteworthy.

It was several years later when I had my first enema with a bag. What some of you would call an old fashioned enema. I came to see a good enema as more than just a tool to make you shit. It does that, but more.

Hey nmaGirl7,

It is always refreshing to find people who think like you. You hit it on the head when you said a Fleet enema is a good tool to make you shit, but for many of us a good enema is much more than that.

Mine was a rather traumatic Fleets when I was 8 or 9. On the bed, pajamas pulled down, towel under my hips. The reason was constipation. Nothing erotic about it then or now.

Now, my enema interests are either cleanliness for anal play or medfet where the enema is incidental to the scene.

Mine was not very exciting. I got my first and only enema from my mother when I was about 5 or maybe even younger- it is hard to remember. She used a small bulb enema when I was sick and I can't remember much beyond that. I just remember getting it and then getting on the toilet to expel.

This episode really has never played into my erotic desire for enemas. That came later in my early teens when I found the bag enema in parents bathroom and began to experiment and the rest is history.