What was your first enema like?

The first one that I really remember was probably about 4. I was on my knees and leaning on the edge of the bathtub. A small red bulb syringe with a black nozzle was used. The ones I really remember was from about 6 or 7 on. I was getting them from the red bag, red hose and black nozzle. I laid on the bathroom floor on my back. My mom always gave me too much water and hung the bag too high which caused the water to really gush into me. I did not like them then, but deep down inside I was hooked.

It was shortly after I had met my future wife (we had shared interests in spanking and other kinks). I ended up with some unpleasant constipation and mentioned the issue to her. She smiled and said that she could give me her mom's "traditional" remedy for that. I think that she had already mentioned enemas to me but I had not cotonned up.

So I ended up lying on the left side on the bed, getting pumped with lukewarm water. She alternated raising the bag and massaging my tummy.

Efficient, but surprising.

I can remember the only one enema in my life before my fetish started.

It was a summer afternoon and I was 4 and constipated. My mother decided to call the neighbor lady, who had been a nurse in the past, to administer me an enema. The woman had two kid, bestfriends of mine, that came with her and were allowed to look at the ceremony, too.

I can't explain why I did cry so much from the start. Now I understand that was not only that I couldn't accept that invasive penetration in my butt, but also the great humiliation for my friends standing there.

In other words, I totally hated it.

^^^ And now ?? 😁

My first enema was fraught with trepidation and not wanting to get caught. I was eight years old and very excited to take a fleet enema bottle I saw in the vanity, emptied out the solution and filled it with water. When I was done, I cleaned the bottle and put the fleet solution back in the bottle and put it back in the box in the vanity.

No one has ever given me a medically necessary enema. They have all been for fun.

I don't remember enemas before about 5 or 6 but based on what I observed with my youngest brother I probably got them from the time I was potty trained. Before that it was glycerine suppositories while in diapers. I don't remember much about those early enemas other than they were with a red bulb syringe. I didn't mind getting them and by time I got my first enema with a bag at 10 I was well on the way to liking them and started giving myself enemas when I had the chance.

The first one that I can remember was when I was about 6. Mom called me into the bathroom and I saw the open top red bag hanging high up on the hook on the wall. I could smell the ivory soap see the suds foaming at the top of the bag. She made me take off my pajama bottoms and kneel on the towel on the bathroom floor. She pushed my shoulders down on the towel, spread my legs and raised my hips up high. I could hear the metal cap on the vaseline jar make that metallic sound when she opened it. I felt my cheeks get spread and then a cold glob of vaseline and then her finger sliding deep inside me. The bulb head of the enema nozzle pushed on my anus and then popped inside all at once. I remember squirming around and then a spank on my cheek made me settle down. I heard the click of the hose clamp, then the surge of cool water started. It felt like the soapy water was filling me faster and faster as it flowed inside me deeper and deeper. When I started squirming she held the nozzle inside me and made sure it didn't come out.

My recollection is that I was about five. I had been constipated enough to ask mom for some help. I was pretty miserable. She said she could put some water into my bottom and rinse me out. I said I did not want to try that and she said "OK, let me know if you change your mind." Later that evening I said I would try it because I really had to poop but couldn't. She filled the red bag with water and sat me on the toilet. She inserted the nozzle in my anus and turned on the water. I recall it running in and shortly, coming out with several poops. I felt a lot better. The other thing I recollect is that my dad stood and watched. That's pretty much the extent of the memory.

In answer to That Australian:

after that very first episode, I started thinking to enemas with a mix of shame and desire, which - now I know - lead to my actual habit. From that day in fact, an enema was very often involved in my pubescent fantasies about boys I liked.

For about 15 years I thought I was the only one in the world to be fascinated by the practice; it felt strange, but not that wrong. To me it was just a urge; that's why I started some solo enema in my 20s, and then ended playing with my ex boyfriend for a while, but giving up soon when he said that enema weren't exactly his cup of tea.

Nowadays I can say I've learned to accept my fetish and I enjoy with my new boyfriend every drop of it.

😃

^^^ Hope you continue to enjoy that intimacy as many of us do & ty...

I was about 4 years old and was not feeling 2 good. I hadn't gone to poop in about 3 days..my mom asked me if I would like an enema? I wasn't sure what it was, I thought she asked if I would like some m&ms, to which I said yes! My mom and dad led me into the bathroom (which wasn't very large) and I could see the red davolike

Classic Enema bag. She took off the large nozzle and replaced it with a small black bat shipped nozzle "for baby".that upset me because at 4 I didn't consider myself a baby! Mom told me to bend over the toilet lid. Suddenly, I feel my shorto being pulled down and something poking my butt hole. I immediately protested, but be for or I could get a word out I heard a loud "CLICK," and now I'm really upset! Despite my protests, the water continued to flood inside me. I thought I must have taken a gallon or more. It was pretty close to a pint. I was Blubbering and talking in strange languages. But afterward, I felt great again, and so started my 57 year love affair with the red bag!

The first one that I really remember was probably about 3 or 4. I was on my hands and knees with my butt up in the air. A small red bulb syringe with a black nozzle was used. The ones I really remember was from about 6 or 7 on. I was getting them from the amber latex bag, latex hose and black nozzle. I was on bathroom floor on my hands and knees. My mom gave me 2 soapy Qts. with the hung the bag high I continued to get enemas this way till I was about 14 or so, Mom then told me that I was big enough to give myself enemas from now on. A few days later she showed me where my bag would be kept in my bathroom.

It was slow and cumbersome as I didn't really know what to do or how long to hold it, etc. but it was such a rush that I did it again and have been doing enemas for more than 30 years.

Can't remember, except that it was in a bassinette. Really weird to have been turned on to anal eroticism before I could talk. Guess it was Dr.Kellogg's "gift" to many generations.

My first enema occurred when I was 18 or 19. I was working in a convalescent hospital and saw some fleet enemas in their stock room. I decided to take one home because I had been fantasies about them for many years at that point but was too embarrassed to go out and buy one. I remember being on the floor in front of a full length mirror and I think experienced several organisms while I administered it to myself.

I have major constipation problems - just like my mother did. She had/I have transit time issues, hemorrhoids, etc. She was a Fleet enema fan, bot gave me SSE ones. I have used Fleet enemas on occasion and used them exclusively during college years for convenience. However I much prefer high volume bag enemas with various fills -Ivory, baby shampoo,glycerin, Dr. Bronner's in peppermint and lavender, Apple cider vinegar, Epsom salts, etc. I like them hot and I like them heavy and I like them often - sometimes more than once a day. I am in my late sixtys and enjoy great general health.

I don't think this was my very first enema but it's my first memory of one that I rarely think about. I don't remember how old I was but my mother still had me sleeping in a crib. My mother was standing beside the crib holding a filled red enema bag, hose/nozzle attached, and I know what she wants to do with it. My father was standing at the end of the crib trying to get me to lay down. It's the only time I remember my father or anyone else ever being present when my mother wanted to give me an enema. I'm standing at the end of the crib near my father crying and hoping he will rescue me. He eventually left the room and my mother spanked me then proceeded with the enemas.

Mine was from grandma around 4 or so on my stomach on the bed. She gave me a bulbful and got up and left. A little while later i got up and went in the living room where she was. She told me to go sit on the toilet because i would be pooping soon.

I do not remember the first, but only vaguely pear that I linked to a strong pain in the anus.

I was not given enemas as a child...so I guess you could say that I have been self taught...In my mid teen years

a friend described getting one in while he was in the hospital....It had kind of a weird effect on me...,I knew my mom had an old fountain syringe

in the back of the bathroom closet....I think it was for douching but actually didn't know for sure...anyways It was always in the back of my mind...

Well one day everyone decided to go to town which was several miles away since we lived in the country...I opted out of going and since I was in my mid teens

it was no problem me staying home alone...

I waited for them to leave and then dug out the old bag...I filled it with warm water and hung it from a hook on the back of the door...stripped naked got down on my hands and knees and inserted the nozzle(it only had a douche nozzle)...It had a snap clamp either open or closed...so I snapped it open and let it flow....I was not prepared for what I felt when the water entered...but I clamped down real hard and closed my eyes...I remember thinking I was going to have to stop it and make a mad dash for the toilet...but just about the time I reach for the clamp...I felt the enema find its way in....I took over 2/3 of the bag before I had to stop and empty...But I have been hooked every since...

The first I remember, I suspect I was 3 or 4. It was a group treatment. Everybody gets some, "Its enema time!" With all in attendance, dad got some first, sported his full tummy, and let us know it was fun. As we each took our turn, she cooed comforting words and gently massaged the target till she felt it was ready. The nozzle was tiny and was not dreaded in any way. We felt better afterward and thought her wonderful! Dad often got them. His guts had been severely damaged in WW-2 in a near death experience.

I had gotten enemas since an infant with the bulb syringe. At age 5 I graduated to the enema bag. I had a bowel condition and needed a program of clean outs which encountered enemas in between. I couldn't take oral medication very well and if it was available in a suppository that was what I got.

I was told to bend over a clothes hamper and my mom used an enema bulb. After three bulbs full I had to lay down until the enema worked. I remember being embarrassed by the whole thing, but felt much better after it was over. My bottom was sore.

Not sure it was my first, but it is the first that I remember. I was about 4 or 5 years old, over mom's lap from a 4oz. infant bulb syringe. I remember kicking and screaming. Boy, has my reaction changed since then!

The first one was at a hospital when I was in 3rd grade due to an intestinal blockage. I had no idea what an enema was until the instant it started. I think the enema was fun and for sure it took care of my abdominal pain. The expelling in the bed pan that went on for a while was the embracing part. The folowing ones where at home from my mom.

I was hooked instantly!

LisaK - you said your father handled it well? Why would someone lead up to something with a child by talking over and over about how much they won't like it and it will hurt? Be matter-of-fact, say that it probably will be a bit uncomfortable but you'll feel better afterwards, and then try to do it in such a way that it causes as little discomfort as possible. Getting a kid all worked up about how bad it will be does no one any favors.

Moliere, I think there's two reasons parents do that, which may overlap. 1: Projecting their anxieties (from their own unpleasant enema/suppository memories), and 2: Sadism

I don't remember how old I was when I got that first enema, but it had to be when I was 4 or younger. Since I got enemas from a bulb up until I was maybe 6 or 7, that had to be what my mother used that first time. As I recall I was not one who loved that bulb and while later on I wasn't exactly happy about an enema from the bag, it did seem somewhat more pleasant.

As I read Emom's post where she said

I don't remember how old I was when I got that first enema, but it had to be when I was 4 or younger. Since I got enemas from a bulb up until I was maybe 6 or 7, that had to be what my mother used that first time. As I recall I was not one who loved that bulb and while later on I wasn't exactly happy about an enema from the bag, it did seem somewhat more pleasant.

I realized how her experience mirrored my own experience (in general).

I also got enemas from a little bulb up until the age of around 6 from my mother and did not like them. And I know I got those enemas before that age, maybe around 3 or 4 at the earliest . I got suppositories earlier than 4 so I'm guessing the bulb started sometime around then, give or take a year.

And like Emom I wasn't all too happy about enemas from the bag. The first one I received from a bag was while staying at my grandmother's one summer. I remember having seen enema bags hanging in our bathroom and at my cousins house but had never gotten one up to that point in time. When my grandmother brought the partially filled bag into the bedroom for my enema, I was so scared. It just seemed so big compared to that little bulb. But also like Emom, what I did experience that day was somewhat more pleasant then the bulb enemas I had previously received.

While the insertion was the same, the solution flow felt different than the "squeezing of the bulb" flow.and what I really found much more pleasant was the fact that there was only one insertion, not the repeated insertions from the bulb.

Now mind you I didn't enjoy that enema or the ones I got from a bag later on from my mom, but I was able to find at least some part of the bag enema I didn't hate as much as the bulb enemas.

Of course then there were aspects of the bag enema I hated more than the bulb, especially when the quantity of solution increased and more cramping occurred.

I guess when it comes to getting enemas, you win some and you lose some (no pun intended)......LOL

My first enema was a fleet one after a suppository didn't work. It was a new thing It didn't hurt going in but when it was in and while I was holding it kind of stung and caused some cramps. My first one from the bag was a few weeks later I had seen my sister get the bag months earlier and she did not enjoy it at all she fought it and screamed the entire time. So when it was my time I was definitely not looking forward to it and stalled as much as I could. when the water started soon after the cramps began it was very soapy. I think I got a few stops during but not long ones. The holding for 5 minutes was the worst part and expelling was a giant relief!!!