Getting caught using someone else's equipment

I got caught using my Aunts bag 'she taught me a lesson about enemas

WHY?? You don't know what they've got or how clean they REALLY are!

You have a high-risk behavior fetish?

Lisa, relax, he was probably a kid when he did this. Kids don't think of consequences,

DR S, tell us what happened with your Aunt.. Details man, details :-)

Those of us past 40 remember the time when there was no AIDS and it was not unusual to share an enema nozzle with no more than wiping off the Vaseline with toilet paper. The whole family used the same bag or bulb. Oh, to have it that way again!

I was an only child so family use wasn't a problem (except i suppose my parents). But I do know from careful snooping (in the 1940s) as I grew up that other kids' families shared an enema bag. I sometimes (deliciously) discovered it hanging up in the bathroom when I went in to pee. One family almost always had it hanging out but then they had four boys and a girl. It seemed to get quite frequent use.

Yes I did it a couple of times. There was a thrill at the thought of getting caught, but I never did.

In the 50's, I can't recall a single home that didn't have a bag where a school mate resided, who I was visiting. But, everyone of them had vaginal nozzles on them.

Remember back then the only contraceptives available were rubbers, or diaphragms and spermicidal jelly. The "pill" didn't come out until 1960. Ortho Gynal jelly was goopy and runny and after several hours would smell bad. If the average couple had sex twice a week, that meant douching twice a week also. Being klysmos, we tend to think that all fountain syringes were used for enemas, but I believe we overestimated that very much. Every bag I ever saw in another's home had a vaginal nozzle on it.

Every weekend I was sent to my grandparents and would go across the street to spend the day and evening with another Jr. High aged boy. His mother was divorced and worked the 3-11 shift at a White Castle. We would be alone all those hours and I discovered his mom's syringe underneath the claw footed bathtub. I'd tell Eddie I had to use the toilet and I'd get his mom's bag out (with vaginal nozzle) fill it half full and take an enema and masturbate furiously, then wash the nozzle with soap and throw it back under the tub. He would sometimes say, "you were in there a long time." I'd tell him I couldn't go and had to push hard for a long time. I felt pretty safe in that only Eddie could have possibly caught me and so what?

That is just plain SCIIIQUE!!