Watching an Adult receive an enema

A lot of us here first experienced recieving enemas as young boys or girls. Did by chance any of you ever see an adult recieving and enema when you were young? I remember seeing my aunt get enemas from my older sister and my aunt giving them to herself after administering them to both my sister and I. It was quite an education for a young boy.

My Mom had some nurse's training, but never actually practiced. My Aunt Dorothy, my father's sister, used to come over and get enemas from my Mom.

On one occassion when I was about 10 or so I peaked into the bedroom door to ask my Mom if I could visit a friend. My aunt was on her side on the bed facing the door with my Mom standing behind her holding an enema bag. My aunt's hips were covered with a sheet from the front and she had on a blouse, so nothing to really see. When I started to talk, my Mom hushed me and removed the nozzle. She said something like "Do you need some more Dot?" and my aunt said she thought so. My Mom walked into the adjoining bathroom and refilled the bag while my Aunt made small talk with me.

After my Mom came out she lubricated the nozzle with some vaseline and bent over and reinserted it. I really couldn't see anything unfortunately. My Mom started questioning me about when I'd be home, had I done my homework etc. My aunt made a couple grunting sounds and my Mom asked her if wanted her(my Mom) to slow down, meaning slow the flow I guess. My aunt said no, she was ok. My Mom told me I could go to my friends, and that was all I saw on that day.

Sad to see the declining use of the enema in today's society. Funny how everyone wants a simple pill for everything yet the most effective laxative around is the still the enema. I wish I would have got to see the old fashioned bag in use at the hospital. Still enjoy the parts in both "The Right Stuff" and "Armageddon" that is as close to an enema in action as I have got.

A twist to this. As a birthday gift to myself I got my wife to agree to watch while a male nurse gave me a very erotic enema and massage. While I was in the shower cleaning up I heard some noises and peaked out. I saw me wife over a chair with a huge enema nozzle being inserted her sweet ass.

I was so surprised at my reaction as I was as hard as a rock and shot a huge load.

At about 7 or 8, I walked in my mom giving my dad an enema on their bed. Month later, I saw her filling up the can in he bathroom for him but was asked to play outside.

Didn't it help you to learn that enemas were not only for kids, though it might have seemed that way?

Unfortunately I haven't seen anyone besides my wife getting an enema from me. But hopefully I will in the future. Must be very exciting I guess.

I saw my Mom taking an enema one day. I was outside playing and needed to use the bathroom. I came in and when I opened the bathroom door Mom was on the floor with the enema hose going into her bottom. She asked me to leave which I did. After she was done she told me that she wasn't feeling well and needed to take an enema. Just before I was going back outside Mom told me that she was going to take another enema and for me to knock before I came into the bathroom again.

What has been your most interesting experience of either/both watching someone receive an enema or someone watching you receive an enema? What were the circumstances? What were your general feelings and why?

Vicki,

Watching( voyeurism) is part of sexual fetish. You may watch your partner masturbate as he/she looks at you, or you may get turned on watching them undress( ergo strip clubs), depending on what's your desire, you watch and get pleasure out of anything. So enema is one of those pleasures.

In order of preference'

Giving and getting at the same time

Giving

Watching

Getting

Have someone watch me

I always take an enema while a female is directing me over webcam. My wife hates them and will have nothing to do with them. She prefer I find women via sites like this who have webcams and enjoy mutual play to fill my ass. It's not as good as the real thing, but still enjoyable. I did meet a dom one time and she gave me 3 good enemas and then proceeded to use my ass for more erotic play. Now that I also enjoyed.

Outside of movies, I've never seen anyone get an enema. But I've certainly had many fantasies about a lot of women I'd have liked to seen get one, or two, or three.

The watching of the administration of the enema when the receiver doesn't know they are being watched (other than by the (giver)removes inhibitions (or embellished reactions) to the experience. The enjoyment can be "advertised" without theatrics. I know that the bond between the giver and the receiver is part of the pleasure, even as domination and the introduction of an audience (third party) can be off-putting. The pro-dromal build up, getting ready, the anticipation and the revealing of the filled apparatus is much more exciting than experiencing the expulsion.

Maybe u should have asked her to give u one since u were watching her i bet she would have liked to give someone else one for a change

I have never seen anybody getting an enema but would love to. I'm hoping my new girlfriend get's into it. Maybe I can watch her. I would love to walk into her house and find a hose inside of her with lots of water filling her up.

I got weekly enamas as a kid, one day I walked in the bathroom to pee and dad was laying in the bathtub leg up on the wall with the enema hose going in his ass. The bag was hung from the shower rod and he was rock hard...... and huge. I said I would leave and he said no do what you came to do and told me he too took enmas weekly

I walked by a partially opened door to a hospital room late one night and saw a nurse giving an elderly woman an enema. Not arousing to me at all!

If there was a coat of arms for enemas my family would of proudly hung it up. I grew up having weekly enemas whether you needed them or not. One day i vividly remember going to my friends house, i was 10y.o. Since we lived on a ranch our neighbors were a distance to get to. When i arrived it was a custom to let yourself in the house without announcing you were there. I vividly remember opening the screen porch door and walking in the living room when i heard a moaning sound coming from the back pallor. I tipped -toed until the moaning was louder? I stopped and actually was afraid of what i was about to see. There on her knees was my friends mom with her dress over her head and all i focused was that nozzle in her. This being the first time ever seeing a real woman exposed and getting an enema was incredible, in fact i was embarrassed, scared and unable to move. I starred for what i thought was hours. Then without warning she turned and yelled "How long have you been there watching me?" I felt like melting, so scared i didn't answer her. She got up and grabbed my ear and scolded me. I was really scared. I ran home.

I guess it's the voeyer in me but I have had the pleasure of watching a couple of women receiving an enema especially one with a higgenson and every time the bulb was pushed watching her nude body quiver with pleasure. It was beautiful.

Bottomsup what were the circumstances of your experiences?

I went to a couple of e-fests learned a lot and had a Super time with some great people. I wish I wasn't fighting this disease I would love to go again because they are truly my kind of fokes.

Well ............. almost ...... !!!!!!!!

When as a kid still @ home one day a favorite aunt came across town to vist . I recall that it was a very pleasant spring day in the deep South and upon arrival she was wearing a bright yellow sundress . After some general female ' chit - chat ' w/ my mom we children were instructed to go outside and play and not to return until mom called us back into the house as mom and my aunt had something they needed to do .

After about ten minutes of intense play , I needed to go to the bathroom and ' pee ' so off I went running through the house to my mom & dad's rather large bedroom w/ adjoining bath as it was the bathroom nearest the porch door I had just entered .

The bathroom door was closed so I ' burst through ' only to see the sight of my mom holding a very large water filled all white enema syringe w/ a white hose / silver shutoff clamp and long glistening white tube at the end of the hose . I knew instantly that this was not our family enema apparatus as ours was all red with black nozzles . I then saw my somewhat startled aunt standing slightly behind my mom clad only in her nylon brief panties and a pointed bra ( this was in the mid / late 50's ) . I turned , somewhat confused , from this sight and went to the commode to urinate . My mom severely scolded me for my shameless invason of their privacy but my aunt quieted her tirade and came and knelt by my side as I finished the task @ hand where she placed a soft arm around my shoulders and indicated to me that she had not been feeling well and had been unable to go the bathroom so my mom was going to give her an enema .

I quickly left the bathroom with the two lovely ladies to complete their obviously mutually agreed to project and ran outside to continue my play with the above details etched in my mind to this day !!

About an hour later , my aunt came into the yard in that bright yellow sundress to tell us kids a very cheery goodby !! As she came to me she reached down to give me a sweet little kiss on the cheek and told that this day , and though not vocalized her accidently discovered enema from mom , would be our little ' secret ' . I have always felt a fondness for my aunt since that day of ' secrets ' as she nor mom ever mentioned the almost observed enema of a grand lady's constipated bottom from which , I am sure , flowed the always ' good results ' of my mom's well administered enema !!!!

At age 8 or so, I walked in innocently into my parents bedroom as mom gave dad an enema with the familiar white irrigator can. Their backs were turned to me and it took several seconds for them to realize I was there. I was told to leave quickly.

Another time, I saw mom in the bathroom filling the can with soapy water for dad and this time ws sent away before the treatment began.

Didn't it make you happy to see that enemas were not meant just for you even though I was told years later that my siblings got them too?

I have not been so lucky so far. I have two wishes, one being able to give my wife a nice erotic enema, and to be lucky to watch another female getting one. In the movies I've scene they look to be very hot.

Not siblings but plenty of girls. In the process of taking photos of enemas and medical fetish stuff. Interesting to see their different reactions. Some were "enema virgins" and curious. Some were nervous. Some hated the whole business and some got extremely turned on. The sessions usually also included DRE's and other parts of the exam. Prolonged, of course. Against, the girls' reactions varied, though most totally enjoyed everything but the pelvic/rectal stuff, where reactions varied. Unfortunately I was usually too busy handling the photos and directing to fully relax and enjoy the astonishing voyeurism opportunity.

Some of the photos of mine are at http://www.enemastuff.com You don't need to sign up for their mailing list, but may as well. Despite the name of the site, they also are putting up some more generic medical fetish photos, not just enema stuff.

There are thousands more in addition, which aren't online. One of the most interesting girls got in touch because she wanted to live out some of her fetish fantasies, especially bondage and an intrusive medical exam. She got her wish, and tried out both a bag enema and a Fleets.

I have to say that the photography is a hoot, but it would probably be more fun to play the "doctor" in the photos!

Never seen anyone getting an enema, but I've been watched by my husband while getting my childbirth enemas, that's how he got hooked.

I saw my father in law giving my mother in law an enema one day. It was very erotic. The most memorable part of it was watching him carry the red bad back to the bathroom.It was just a standard red bag with a large black nozzle.

I remember spending a college weekend with a friend and the first night home, she had stomach cramps and her father gave her an enema. I was watching through a crack in the door and hustled off to bed before she could see.

The next night she went out with her boyfriend and I said I had to study so I could stay home alone. I told her dad that I was having stomach cramps and asked if he could give me an enema also. I was over 18 so I didn't think much of it. He asked if I had had one before and I said yes, about 3 quarts of warm soapy water twice and then another two large rinses. He raised his eyebrows and said, 4? You want me to give you 4 enemas, I could see that he was starting to get an erection. I acted embarrassed and apoligized and ran up to the bedroom. About 1/2 an hour later, he knocked on the door and told me to come to bedroom bath for my treatment. I followed and He asked me to remove my bathrobe, I did and I was naked underneath and he had me lay on the bed on my side and after spending several minutes lubing my rectum he inserted a large nozzle in me and as I felt the flow into my colon, I began to get wet. He massaged my back and tummy all the while and then after I held it all he escorted me to the toilet and helped me to sit down and watched while I expelled.

I was moaning all the while during the others, but as I was full of my 4th, he began massaging my swollen clitoris, I began begging him not to stop, promising anything if he would let me cum. He continued until I orgasmed so long and hard, helped me expel and then once again laid me down on the bed and began probing my ass with his fingers, and finally inserted his enormous cock into my ass, with me begging for more the entire time. I came so hard and so many times, I lost count. Afterwards, he carried me to my bed and I slept the night like ababy. I never told my friend, but I did visit her many more times through the college years.

Yes many times. As a member of a club back in the 70's that would meet to share in the joys and pain of giving and receiving enemas.

Of the many experiences that are memorable throughout my life, very little equals seeing or hearing someone getting an enema. From early childhood when regular enemas were a household routine, enemas became a facsination to me, I've relished the memories.

I knew that our young aunt, who was the caregiver for me and my sister, got enemas from our mom. She readily acknowleged that she took them and over time we become enema buddies.

She was rather precocious and one day asked me to help give her an enema with a bulb syinge, explaining that the bag syinge needed a new piece. So after she got things ready, she knealt on to bed with her bottom toward me, helped couch me, and took 4 or 5 blubsfull.