The Hanging Bag

My mom's bag hung on the shower curtain rod to dry. After it was dry it went up on a hook on the inside of the door to the linen closet in the bathroom. My father and brother used a smaller bathroom and my mom and I used the big bathroom. Both my mom and I used the bag but my mom used it more often. I only got an enema maybe once a month, sometimes twice.

The hanging bag. First I read the title and think yawn then I say no. Not every one is as open about the enemas so it is some thing . From the time of being very young it was not out of the ordinary to see enema things hanging to dry. Most of the time all the things were just left out between uses like tooth brushes.

With my Master it is the same thing He will just leave his things hanging in his bath room. The same wit my things just hanging in there in my bathroom. They have the company of my girl friends enema things now.

The strange thing is when people come over to visit their is always some one who thinks it is gross to see this things hanging there. And other times for me at least being asked what are these things? For these person I just say it is for the enema to wash out the poop. On some occasions I give the practical demonstration to a curios friend. I will take one with them then give one to them Often they eventually have their own bag hanging from the shower rod at home.

I commented earlier.... that red bag hanging there, like a red devil waiting to get me (hence my moniker, hahaha) despite that, it's certainly fostered my interest in enemas, and I did fill it with water and play with it and it got my curiosity up about what it would be like to get a enema from the enema bag instead of the bulb being used on me.

My red bag, hose hang in my en-suite bathroom as a constant reminder, as if I need a reminder. It is nice to have the bedroom off limits to guests. The guests sleep and bath up stairs.

Even one story homes here often have the master isolated from other bed and bath. Perfect setup.

The red enema bag would hang on the back of the bathroom door. We only had one bathroom. Since mom gave me two enemas a week it seldom got dry before it was used again. I did not need to experiment since it was stuck in me so many times. The part I hated was when she would be giving me an enema while sitting there talking to another mom and they talked about enemas in there family. It was like it was no big deal except to me. If we were at someone else home the subject seemed to come up. I have seem many enema bags hanging on the back of bathroom door.

Since mom gave me two enemas a week it seldom got dry before it was used again. I did not need to experiment since it was stuck in me so many times. ......................... I have seem many enema bags hanging on the back of bathroom door.

Wow! two per week, that an amazing experience! Would think it would be difficult to say regular at that rate - no sooner are you ready to go naturally, and out comes the enema bag! Have to guess at some point you started liking your enemas?

The red bag was always ominously hanging and we knew it was only a matter of time before the next one.

The red bag was always ominously hanging and we knew it was only a matter of time before the next one.

--- kind of like a red devil waiting to get you, no?! ha 😄 - that's how I came up with my moniker. 😎

I received quite a few enemas during my childhood, more than I would have liked.

In our bathroom, the one-piece red rubber bulb always stood at first on a small chest of drawers next to the toilet; visible to everyone.

A two-part one with a black nozzle was added later. This one was right next to it.

For whatever reason, an enamel irrigator and a rubber bag followed later. These hung on a hook on the shower curtain rod.

Everyone who used our bathroom knew what was going on I think.

I have to say that I felt a certain satisfaction internally when I saw such things in other people's bathrooms or toilets. I knew then that others shared my sorrow.😎

Every so often saw neighbors bag hanging in upstairs bathroom. I knew they all got tenemas but never knew how recently.

@Aquarious

One knows not the sweet pleasures, unless they have experienced the sensual suffering and sorrow, which brings it forth so.

@aquarius Did you experience all these devices used on you as you were growing up?

@Pecan_nutjob

Yes, I felt all...

I can remember that initially only a large, single-row rubber ball did its "work". The bathroom also featured a large female shower ball with a huge, thick, slightly curved black nozzle. That bulb instilled respect in me; but it never found its way up my butt. Only later did I know how to use them.

Little boys are very imaginative. At some point I cut the one-piece rubber bulb with scissors. My mother wasn't amused at all. But the joy of a time without enemas was short-lived; even "twins" moved in in our bathroom; again a one-piece rubber bulb, only slightly larger, and as "reinforcement" a large two-piece bulb with a black nozzle. These were now enthroned as a triple with the douche bulb on the dresser.

When I was about 7 or 8 years old, a 1 liter enamel irrigator reinforced the arsenal as if the bulbs weren't enough. Through this I received the occasional punishment enemas. The terrible thing about it was that the enema disappeared in one go without a break in the colon, while with the bulbs there was always a small break between the individual fillings.

Not long after, the greatest enemy was hanging from a hook on the shower curtain rod; a large rubber bag, open at the top, complete with a long hose and a longer rubber colon tube. "Major misdemeanors" were punished with it….

Taking this bag was like a supreme discipline that I only did three or four times; but that was really enough.

This post really brought back more than a few memories. Large family, 1950's, one bathroom and a mom that was a firm believer in a “good” enema……..the red rubber fountain syringe, along with its long red rubber hose and black nozzle could frequently be seen hanging on the towel bar on the back bath tub wall drying out. Everyone got their share of enemas, even mom and dad, and when the equipment was out usually more than one of us was on the receiving end over the course of a few days.

Entering my teen years, I couldn't resist taking enemas and masturbating during my evening bath. The hanging bag was just too convenient.

My mother used her bag for douching and it was always hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I remember being curious about it, but never went beyond that. Years later, when I was starting grad school in another state, I got a cheap apartment, and the manager there let me move in early, if I cleaned it up from the previous tenants. Don't you know, that there was a red bag hanging in the bathroom, but back then I didn't have the same interests, so it went to the trash with the rest of the left over items. I wish now that I had kept it and explored things….but then there are lots of other things that I wish I had learned about earlier in life.

Elaine

My family was pretty discrete and our enema equipment was always put away the morning after use. But I definitely remember seeing the enema equipment of other families. Grandparents and several aunts always had there equipment hanging in their bathroom, some neighbor and friends bathrooms did as well.

Seeing that equipment was a great conversation starter. One could play it dumb; “What's this stuff?" or inquisitive; “Who got an enema?” or empathetic “I always feel better after an enema.”

When I was growing up seeing an enema or a douche bag in a bathroom was very common and nobody thought anything about it. My mom would put ours away the day after it was used, but she was probably the exception. As for stuff in general being out in plain view in anyone's bathroom I can remember going to the bathroom of a girl I was dating and there was a box of tampons on the back of the toilet tank. Having two sisters, it was no big deal for me.

When I was growing up in the fifties and sixties douche/enema bags were a common sight in bathrooms. At home, our parents douche/enema bag always hung in the bathroom shower and it was no different at our grandparents. Like at home, our friends homes were no different, a douche/enema bag was hanging in the bathroom. In those days enemas were a common treatment for most maladies an everybody got them, at one time or another.