What was your first enema like?

@Abblessss Go slow and don’t be discouraged if you can’t take a lot at first. It’s an acquired taste! 😀

Good luck and hope you enjoy!

@Abblessss I look forward to reading your feelings for this first enema. I hope you have fun!

Everyone is now waiting eagerly and excitedly for @Abblessss report 🤔😁

Hi all,

I took my first enema this morning with the help of another member from this site. I took 900ml through the new pump enema I purchased and was able to hold it for about 15 minutes before expelling. It was a totally new sensation and something I could definitely see myself doing before anal play in the future. Thanks for all of the encouragement!

@Abblessss

Congratulations and welcome to the circle of klysophiles...🤗🤗🤗

If there was a trophy in the shape of a rubber bulb... we would have gladly given it to you...😁😇

@Abblessss That is wonderful lady!!!! So happy that you enjoyed your first enema and looking forward to the next one! Hopefully you will find a partner soon that will enjoy giving them to you and maybe receiving them from you. It's another beautiful experience with a partner!

My first enema was far from enjoyable. I received my first at my pediatrician's office at around age 6. I had been brought in due to my constipation problems, large stools and encopresis issues. I was supposed to do a BM that morning before coming in, and I had done one that my mom had seen and verified as 'okay.'

I remember entering the exam room and noticing a strange looking 'hot water bottle' laying in the sink. I recall wondering what it was, as it was open on top so couldn't hold water like regular hot water bottles, and it had a hose on it. I had to undress completely like usual, and was put on the exam table on my knees and elbows for a rectal exam. I wasn't too traumatized by that part as that was pretty usual for me at the Dr.'s, but when the Dr. put his finger up my butt he proclaimed that he "felt something," and when he withdrew his finger he showed my mom that it was covered with poop. He reminded her that I was supposed to have a bowel movement before coming in, and mom told him that I did. He seemed a bit annoyed like he didn't quite believe her.

The doctor called a nurse in and told her to "go ahead," or "proceed," or something like that that, then left the room. I was still on the exam table and still in the same position, as the nurse was running water in the sink that the strange hot water bottle had been in. I tried looking over at what she was doing, but my mom was in front of me, kinda caressing my arms and talking to me, to distract me. When the nurse said "okay ready" mom took a firm grip of my arms and I felt a wet spot right on my butthole. Then a push and me yelling "hey!" as it went up my butt.

I remember the water going in felt kinda cold and creepy. Then it got really hard to hold. I was fussing, crying and protesting as mom held onto my arms from the front, and the nurse worked from the back. It all seemed pretty traumatic. Then when I guess it was determined that I had had enough, the nurse scooped me up while holding my butt cheeks together, then sprinted down the hallway a short distance to a toilet in a small bathroom. She put me on the toilet, then it seemed that I couldn't stop pooping. I was crying the whole time.

After that whole undignified ordeal, the Dr. came back and performed the rectal exam. After the exam, he told my mom "If he can't, or won't go to the bathroom when he needs to, just give him an enema.

I am trying to remember my first enemas and my reactions to them. As early as 7 or 8 years old I dreamt of putting things into my anus. One very memorable and repetitive dream was having me sit down on a metal ball sticking out of a wall overlooking a large, darkened room full of naked adults who were difficult to see. The metal ball entered my rectum as I slowly sat down. It felt good to have the ball - something like a trailer hitch - reside in my bottom. My first enemas were when I was an early teen-ager. At first I used a douche bulb that I had found in a river after a flood - severely cleaned. I had to do it in secret, of course, and it felt wonderful to have the nozzle in my bottom and warm water inside.. Later my scoutmaster introduced me to bags and nozzles while exsdtended the pleasure.

@Abblessss I really want you to tell us the feelings of your second enema. Do not hesitate to be helped by your correspondent. I also loved helping a correspondent live on this site or online.

As I have already described elsewhere, I was enemaed by my mom for the first time when I was about six. I had just started school a few weeks ago.

My brother, who is about two years older, had been receiving mom's treatments in the bathroom for a long time. Whatever the reason, this usually happened when I met up with friends in the afternoon. And when I noticed it, the bathroom was a battleground. My brother screamed, complained and argued with mom. But it didn't help him.

And once I was able to watch his treatment through the crack in the ajar bathroom door. He knelt in knee/chest position on the bench next to the sink, facing the door, ass toward the sink. Mom squeezed a rubber bulb that she kept refilling in the sink into his butt a few times.

I was paralyzed by the sight, hoping I would never have to experience it. Suddenly I was torn from my thoughts; I was discovered. Mom basically said to me that she would take care of me later; my brother grinned at me...

Plagued with fear, I retreated to my room.

Some time later mom directed me to the bathroom. I was shaking all over, whimpering quietly to myself. I suspected what was coming to me now.

Mom said that she was going to show me that enemas weren't as bad as my brother always made out. He is a showman.

She pushed me to the bench, helped me take off my pants and literally placed me in the same position my brother was in. I heard the water splashing, then a bubbling, followed by a greasy finger on the anus. Mom kept talking to calm me down. Suddenly the tip of the bulb penetrated me, felt a warm liquid running into me, which mom pressed into me, then pulled the bulb out. I heard the air gurgling through the remaining liquid in the rubber ball, only to shortly afterwards feel the tip inside me again. Mom squeezed again until air audibly entered my rectum. She then pulled out the bulb, and when I heard the bubbling coming from the sink, I realized that it was far from over.

I was still shaking and whimpering as Mom gave me two of the three more fillings. I thought I could smell rubber and soap. It began to press and I was overcome by slight cramps. Mom said that was normal. It shows that the enema is doing its job.

I had to poop like never before. And mom insisted on two more enemas with clear water to rinse out any soap residue, as she said. And now I also would know that if I really needed an enema, it wouldn't be as dramatic as my brother always makes it out to be.

As if in a trance, I endured Mom's treatment; she couldn't convince me. It took some time before I at least accepted enemas. It wasn't until I was a double-digit age, around 10 or 11, that I even found it pleasant, even exciting...

At the time, I couldn't have imagined that this would lead to an addiction and even would find an adequate partner... I'm a happy man.😁

Thank you mom for all the enemas you gave me...😇