Hook on the wall.

This just reminded me, many many years ago when a pre-teen I remember an enema bag at my grandparents hanging on the door in the bathroom. The bathroom up on the second floor had two doors, one opposite the toilet and one adjacent to the toilet where the enema bag hung. It was a large old farmhouse bathroom. For some reason it did not get me hard in my youth, even though I was really into enemas from a young age. As I recall, it was not the traditional red combo hot water bag, enema and douche bag from back then, it was more the color of rubber sheets back then, sort of a creamy tan color. It might not have gotten me excited, because I knew there was no way I could have done a private enema at my grandparents, there were generally too many visiting at once as they lived far away from my parents.

LOL, the golden hook by the toilet! Sort of like the brass ring at the merry-go-round, but a lot more fun! Oh, those were wonderful and exciting days, I was in love with the little brass hook by the toilet in my parents bathroom. I made good use of that little hook in my youth. When I finally sold that house years later when my parents passed on, I left the hook there as I recall, thinking someone else would surely discover it and have a lot of fun! Ha, I filled that toilet up many a time. When my parents remodeled the bathroom they put in a new toilet, it plugged up too easily, I missed the old original one from the early twenties that was a real flusher! Memories, memories! Good times!!!

I always had such a hardon the whole time, used to get hard just thinking about my next enema and reading the Sears & Roebuck catalog with the pictures of enema bags, catheterization things and underwear. They use to have one they sold that was kind of a jock strap, but had a catheterization tube, apparently, in the jock strap to keep it in your dick. I often fantasized how that would feel, walking around with it up my dick. I don't think it went to your bladder, just in your dick.

We have a double hook on the wall next to the shower that I am assuming had the purpose of holding a robe and a towel, but when my husband gave me those first enemas a couple of years ago turned out to be in the just the right place to hang the bag. It has held the bag for every enema either of us have had since then.

My hook is on the bathroom door; and when it is not occupied by the enema can or bag, it has a towel or robe on it. I noticed the other day that bottom of the enema can has scratched the paint on the door below the hook ( a sort of semi circle from when it moves from side to side) and it is one of those things that sooner or later my girlfriend is going to ask what made that mark. That will be my opportunity to tell her it is an enema can and see what happens from there.

It was not a hook, but a nail part way up on left side of window frame which was painted white.

As I got older I wondered about it.

Knew sis and I had gotten enemas, wish I could remember more.

Recall when taking a bath, sometimes the red/orange or black Armstrong Art Weave Hot Water Bottles

were drying. Nothing was mentioned, unless it was your turn.

The thin black corrigated rubber hose had a combination stopper, the other end was a black adult rectal pipe.

Plus the cheap metal clip.

The floor was black and white tiles, plus tiles 1/2 way up the walls.

My enemas were in bed, except once had fever, was lying on green rug in front bathroom sink.

One end of hose was in cold faucet, the other end up my fanny.

There was a nail on the wall behind the toilet. When my sister and I got enemas, the full combo bag with red hose and black nozzle (coated with brown Vaseline!) was hung on the nail. We would sit on the edge of the toilet seat, bend over and hold our legs, and mom would insert the nozzle from the rear. She usually sat on the side of the bath tub. Wow, does this ever bring back memories!

Donna

There wasn't a hook. Mom (or Dad, or Gramma) held-up the enema while mom managed the clamp, hose and nozzle.

We had a towel hook on the bathroom wall that was more than high enough for hanging the bag.

Hook on the back of the door and mom used the bent metal coat hanger from the shower curtain rod like others here

When I was young my mom had a hook next to the window by the toilet. It was used often on us kids and my mothers daily enemas. I now have my own hook by my bathroom window next to my toilet which I use at times. I have had family members see it there and remember that my mom and her mom (my grandma) had one too. I have had some friends ask me what the hook is for and I said to hang the enema bag on. You never know when one of your friends has the same interest as you do, and just might want to play with you...

When I was about 7 my parents were travelling for several weeks and I stayed at my aunt's home. She kept an enema bag hanging behind the bathroom door partially covered by her bathrobe, She kept it all clean, but I can still fondly remember the rubbery smell.

I did not have a bowel movement the first two days that I was at her house. In all honesty, this happened every time that I was away from home and couldn't use the toilet at home. At the end of the second day she asked me again and as I shook my head, she went to the bathroom, where she took the bag from the hook and prepared a soapy enema.

She had me undress and lay on her bed where she proceeded to lubricate my anus and give me a very thorough enema. I can still remember all the new sensations at her loving hands. I resisted at first but the truth is that I enjoyed her attention even though at that time no other thoughts crossed my mind. She treated it as "our secret" and said anytime I felt I hadn't moved my bowels, all I had to do is visit auntie.

The seed had been planted, and although it lay dormant until I was in my late teens, it changed my outlook on enemas. From that point on, enemas have been a sensual part of my life.

For me, it was always above the bed, on the ceiling. No one else ever noticed. I always knew well what it was for.

Growing up the enema bag was hung from the shower curtain rod. My mother had a loop of twine that lowered the bag by maybe 18 inches. She would sit on the edge of the tub and I would position myself over her lap. It was the standard setup for both my sisters and me.

Yes in the 60's. It was used frequently. I don't think the bag ever dried out completely.

Had a hook on the wall at one time and then used the bed post. But, now I use a clothes tree and it works just fine. You can actually purchase a collapsible IV pole from a hospital supply store. They are metal and plastic and are actually very inexpensive. It collapses into itself until it is about 1/12 feet long, easily placed into a suitcase for travel.

Mom hung my enema bag above the toilet in my bathroom from a small curtain rod bracket. Just seeing the enema hanging waiting on me made me feel all gooey all over.

Grams on my mom's side had a permanent hook (in fact) right above the toilet. It was higher than I would hang an enema bag, so the flow was pretty strong! I'm sure she dried the bag hanging in the shower cuz I saw it there a few times.

Alway on the back of the bathroom door. Enema nozzel curled into the open top bag. Every time I opend the bathroom door the metal stoper would sway and hit the door several times. Its a sound I'll never forget. Worst part you could hear the bag taken down and that meanent trouble

We had a towel hook on the door that worked well.

This brings back great memories -- we had a hook where the bag hung in back of the door -- when in use, the bag was manually held over my head at varying heights to adjust the flow --- I do remember some times when my mom was pissed at me and although I didn't think I was getting a punishment enema, she held the bag a lot higher so I would squirm a little ....

Long ago I was in an antique shop with tons of old Sears and Wards catalogs from an estate that had just been purchased by the owner. Besides the cataologs, other things had also appeared in the small shop including a very elegant stainless steel device which was being used for a hat display stand. The more I looked at the stand, the more it reminded me of a medical device and then it was realized that it was a table top syringe bag hanger. The hook at the top was centered over the circle of metal at the bottom. The height was about 15 inches giving a perfect height for a syringe bag to hang while being filled or administering the enema. Also a great place to hang the bag for drying. They had no clue as to what they had. Would make a great prop in a "Golden Age Enema " film today.

King,

I have exactly the hanger you are talking about, only mine is black. It is 15" from the bottom of the hook to the circle at the bottom. The difference is, mine has a removable basket type thing that will hold a wine bottle or a candle. It isn't old, and has been in stuff for garage sales several times and couldn't get a dollar for it. Maybe I should take the basket off and hang a bag on it for the next sale???

Dan

My grandmother had a hook on the bathroom door. Her big red enema bag was always out and hanging there. It was an ominous sight for a kid. Of course, I always checked when I visited grandma to see if the bag was wet. It was wet most of the time. I had some very memorable sessions from grandma.

I don't have a hook on the wall in the bedroom, so when I sweet-talk my husband into participating he ends up holding the bag with one hand while wiggling the nozzle in my ass with the other. I love it!. He asked if that is where the phrase "Left holding the bag" comes from. Is it?

My grandmother used a white enamel can, and there was no hook, but there was a worn ring in the porcelain on the edge of the big pedestal sink where it was placed over the recipient in position below. I still look for those ring marks when I see a pedestal sink and wonder who received on the floor of those old bathrooms.

A classmate from school his parent has it beside their commode and the bag on it most of the when I would visit.

Since Dad held the bag during my enemas, we didn't need a hook on the wall. But at classmates' houses I did see enema bags hanging from wall hooks or towel racks after being used. This always excited me and made me wonder who had been the recepient. Of course, more frequently there was an enema bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door on on the door of a closet in the bathroom. It was indeed the Golden Age.

When I was in the Merchant Marine aboard cargo ships, my state rooms had no hooks, for bags or anything else. That problem was really no problem at all. You see the ceilings, overheads, were only about seven feet above the deck and was held up by machine screws. I would fashion a loop from coat hanger wire and bend hooks on both ends. Two adjacent screws over my bed were then loosened and the hooks inserted under the screw heads. The screws were then tightened and the bag could be hung in the loop.

Here at home, a screw hook, such as those used to hang up a clothes line, work great as bag hooks. I simply select a ceiling joist above the bed and screw in the hook. What a wonderful thing it is to hang a cool enema from that hook on a hot summer night! That's because, a slow enema a day keeps the doctor away!

Also remember that it's an enema, not a race!

In the bathroom their was a hook that it was hung from.

There was always a place for my mom to hang the enema bag, no matter where she was going to give me the enema. In the bathroom, she used the shower caddy for enemas in the tub. Or she would use the top drawer near the bathroom sink if she gave me the enema on the floor. LOL....I always hoped she wouldn't find a place to hang the bag, and I wouldn't get an enema......like a captured bandit hopes the sheriff won't find a tree to hang him from. But she always found a place to hang the bag. I got an enema laying on her bed once, and she hung the bag on a knob in the middle of the chest of drawers.