How did you learn of your partner's interest in enemas?

I wonder how couples learned of one another’s interest in enemas. I was once having sex with a woman, and a straying finger that touched her anus led to fireworks. In another nearly identical situation, my mention of “nozzle” turned her off so much I n ever saw or heard from her again.

I think of the night in the mid-1950's, when I looked down from my 2nd floor bedroom to the first floor bathroom next door one Saturday night. The blinds were open, and I saw the wife seated naked on the toilet, with her husband naked by the sink holding an enema bag. How did they find out about each other's interest in enemas? Maybe it was a matter of nearly every household in the 40's and 50's having an enema bag – or maybe some other kind of play? – although it “takes two to tango,” it seems a stretch to imagine a single person in either pending or actual play blurting out to the partner “let’s have an enema.” (A letter in Penthouse Forum from a guy once explained how he and his girl were reading Penthouse in bed, and she seemed curious about an enema letter. He got her a gift-wrapped enema bag and when he presented it – fireworks).

Also, how did Ron and Beth Tyler build an enema business in the 1970's? She was a nurse in the Hartford area, and somehow something happened to them once that led to a minor enema empire. Ron died a few years ago, after their divorce, and the “real,” original Beth Tyler seems to have disappeared. But somebody said or did something once – how did the magic moment happen?

Wife caught me on the floor tube up my butt. Bag nearly empty and we all know the start of my member... She wasn't happy

When I was dating my future wife, her family was in the kitchen. I took her into the bedroom, off the kitchen, and, without taking time to move from the now closed door, told her that I like enemas. She said "oh". I asked her if that would be a problem, and she said "no" I don't know if her family heard us, but no one ever mentioned it around me. Some of our many exciting, kinky playtimes ae chronicled here on Zity.

I enjoyed enemas since I was a little girl but I did not talk openly about that. After I got married I gently quizzed my husband about enemas and found that he had never had an enema and did not seem to have any interest in them. I did not hide the fact that I occasionally gave myself enemas and I dropped hints that I rather enjoyed how they made me feel and maybe it would be fun if we did them together. He did not show much interest.

So one night after a bit of liquor to loosen things up I told him I wanted him to give me an enema before we climbed into bed. He asked why. He was clueless. After lots of sweet talking I got him to agree to give me an enema. After a few times I even got him to let me give him one. He was not impressed. He complained that all it did for him was make him shit and took too long before he could get back to screwing me, which was all that counted for him it seemed.. For a time he agreed to pleasure me when I asked but would not let me give him one and eventually I stopped asking him. So we agreed to disagree and I am on my own when I want an enema.

It was simple for my husband to learn about my interest in enemas.

I told him I was going to give him his first one ever or I wouldn't go to bed with him!

He and I were supposed to go out for dinner at the end of finals week and we were among the last to go home in our dorm. I was dressed, hungry and ready to go out, and he apparently forgot we had a date and went out with his friends. He came to my dorm suite three hours late thinking we would have sex all night. I simply told him I was going to give him an enema or I wouldn't sleep with him. I gave him a quart of warm water and he took it like a champ and THEN we had sex all night.

I gave him only a quart because while I wanted him to be defiled and out of control, I didn't want him grossed out or having cramps because I had every intension of giving him enemas on a regular basis--and I still do.

It was punishment in the purest sense.

I had been taking enemas since about 10 or 11. This was a discussion we had not had, nor was I going to attempt it until the time was right. The moment came on the third day of our honeymoon. We both woke at around 4 am. She was having some gastric distress, and I had a 9 kiloton hangover. Without discussion, I whipped out my drug store special,( I had packed it in case I had a little alone time) and informed her that she was about to get a little relief. She looked at the bag and then at me with an expression I had never seen before, but she didn't say anything, and proceeded to the bathroom. Long story short; She took the whole bag on the first try. After she finished expelling, she looked up at me with that same odd expression, and said, "would you like to take one yourself, or maybe two or three???? I would love to help." I had 25 fabulous years of discovery with that woman. Luckiest man on the planet, and never in all those years did I think about alone time again.

I had been enjoying enemas for about ten years (how that came about is a long and beautiful story I'm sure I've told here before). I started dating a lovely thing my age and I had never mentioned any of my "kinks" not wanting to scare her off. One evening a discussion about her friend came up and that led to a story of them doing a colon cleansing program that they got from a health food store. This involved taking bentonite clay and psyllium several times a day. She admitted that you were also supposed to take daily enemas and that her friend was "into" them. She told me sheepishly that she had purchased an infant enema syringe and had tried it several times but didn't find it particularly effective.

I jumped at the opportunity to admit that I too, had used enemas and enjoyed them. She did not think I was crazy or weird. But I explained to her that she just wasn't using the right equipment and technique and that a "proper" enema would really clean you out. I offered to show her sometime. One thing led to another, and the opportunity presented itself the following week. I had been invited to spend the weekend alone with her at her folk's cabin in the mountains. After we had settled in, I told her I had brought my enema gear in case she wanted to try it. She said yes.

After a wonderful frolick between the sheets, I told her I would give her a "real enema". When I emerged from the bathroom with the bulging bag ending in a large black nozzle, I afraid she might bolt, but aside from the huge eyes she turned over and presented herself. I did my very best to make it the most comfortable and erotic enema I had ever given. She was worried that there was too much water, but she trusted me that the large amount was perfectly safe. Bless her heart, she ended up taking nearly the whole bag. The image of her naked little body, face down with the hose dangling out of her behind, is a memory I still cherish.

The aftermath was a big discussion about how amazing the enema had worked, how much she liked it, more intercourse, her wanting to learn how to reciprocate, and eventually marriage. It's been more than twenty years now, and we actually have an enema date for tomorrow night.

My partner learned of my proclivity when after a half dozen dates, she found my address and banged on my door. Wow!! Now, that's interest! But in simple me? Anyway, I couldn't let this sweet little girl stand out in the cold 75 degree weather so my invitation to come in was accepted.

Not more than a half hour later she found my Toxygen B colon irigator. I thought she would never ask. I explained that I was a klismo, although not quite in that way, and I used enemas and colonics for both health and pleasure. A few weeks later, she asked for a demonstration and she got undressed. I must have passed the administration test because we have been together now nearly four years with no end in sight. Which shows that a really high enema can reach all of the way to the heart!

Speaking of enemas, I have to take my daily because an enema a day keeps the doctor away. He's the last man I wanna see.

I learned early on that my wife had zero interest in receiving enemas, but she effectively lied (less than honest about how she really felt) to me when I told her about my personal enjoyment for receiving enemas......BEFORE we were married. Because I knew that I enjoyed receiving enemas, and it was important to me, I told her about my "fantasy" some time before we married. At the time, we were still dating, and she said she was fine with it, and not at all bothered by my enjoyment of enemas. I'm not sure, but I'm guessing that perhaps she thought that if she told me what she really thought about enemas, that I might bail out on her. To be honest, I'm really not sure what she was thinking. Because her kids lived with us for the first 2 or 3 years we were married, we didn't have a lot of opportunity to involve ourselves in private enema play. Following their departure from the house on a full time basis, we had plenty of time, because it was just she and I. She did pleasure me with a good enema perhaps 2 or 3 times (years, eons, ago), and then that was it. Apparently she didn't care for them, and didn't think it was that big a deal if she didn't give me an enema on occasion.......even though I let her know that I would really enjoy one. So, effectively, I was left with two choice. Divorce, or live with the situation as it turned out. I'm still in the marriage, but I'll be honest, that one thing has been a big big disappointment for me. Today, I'm relegated to giving myself an enema as time permits, and when I have the house to myself. I don't even bring up the subject anymore. Yes, I know I'm not alone on this one, but that still doesn't eliminate the frustration.

My wife and I got married in 1978 a friend let us use a cabin on a mountain top we did not wear clothes for a week .We where opening some wedding gifts her mother gave us one was a four quart open top bag compete with nozzles and a colon tube her mother was an RN. Bonnie was embarrassed but I was instantly hard she asked me if I liked enemas I told her I got them all the time growing up from mom auntie and my grandmother turns out so did she.We where talking about it and our experience growing up I was hard the whole time.She said why don’t we fill the bag and try it out I was afraid so she said she would go first as she filled the bag her nipples where getting hard. We took the bag out on the deck she laid down on the hot tub cover I hung the bag and she had the douche nozzle on the hose already As I put the nozzle in I could see she was very wet she managed 2 quarts I liked her until she came. She went to the bathroom emptied and come back out got the bag cleaned and refilled it,she was filling me and I came all over myself we both loved it. The whole week we did enemas and lots of sex we did go to town to an adult store for some toys and then back to the cabin. It was funny we dated two years never talked about enemas and all along both enjoyed enemas. Thanks to my mother in-law both my house and her moms house had a lot of equipment she had peed under the bathroom sink at my moms stuff so she knew but would never say anything. We had tons of equipment and toys over our married life I still have the equipment but I lost her two years ago. We where both switches she could play a great dominant nurse or a very submissive school girl I miss those times. I guess we where made to be with each other. Her college roommate came into play when she was in town it was fun times. I lucky can a guy get !

I am sorry to hear that she is no longer with you. Nice written post, it looks like you had a dream come true relationship where both of you enjoyed the same stuff by coincidence.

In 1959 when we got married, I was 21 and my wife 19: both beginning graduate school, she was indeed precocious. After about two weeks of marriage, another student told the old enema, not my friend joke. Later at home, my wife said something to the effect that enemas had their place. I told her I'd give her a reward if she allowed me to enematize her and if she took the whole bag which I bet her she could not. Bet taken, and I got out the Sojourn syringe and douche tip which she didn't know I had. I filled the bag with very warm soapy water. Off came her clothes as did mine, over my lap she draped herself and in went the nozzle while up went my penis. I opened the hose clip and started the enema with the bag about four feet over her anus. The bag drained into her quickly and as she filled, she squirmed on my lap rubbing the head of my penis. The stimulation was too much for me and I came on her lower belly while the enema was still running. She finished the bag and much to my surprise told me it was my turn. More to my surprise, while holding the full enema, she refilled the bag with soap and water, told me lay across her lap, swollen belly and all and proceeded to fill me up. Up came my penis again. When I was full she knelt in the bathtub and told me to take her from behind vaginally while I rubbed her clit. I started leaking fluid down my legs while she held tight. Finally after a couple of minutes she came and let the enema out in a full dark stream all over me which was very sexy: I came a minute or so later unloading enema and sperm at the same time. (The advantages of youth.)

It turns out both of us came from enema families and had been anal eroticized by the childhood experiences. It took several years for her to easily enjoy anal intercourse but in the intervening time, enemas were a great part of our intimate life. When she finally decided anal intercourse was OK, we combined the two, having anal sex when one or both of us was full to bursting with a good hot enema. Then we discovered Balloon nozzles, the real thing, 500cc, and expanded our range of play greatly, sometimes going shopping or to visit friends when filled.

What great and lovely times we had.

When we were dating, before we got married, my to-be wife made no secret about taking an enema each month for her PMS. While I had gotten enemas at home while growing up I hadn't had one in years, but then shortly after we got married I got sick and my new wife knew exactly what I needed. She'll still give me one on occasion, too.

My husband, boy friend at the time, told me he liked taking enemas. He showed me how he took them but saved me the expelling experience. I wasn't much involved with his enemas for a few weeks.

It was months later that he admitted he liked anything that was put up his ass.

My wife is not against it but does not participate. Unfortunately it’s not her thing. But she does not mind me playing with others so I get my kink in with other patients.

My wife has long since known that I enjoy enemas. She has always liked anal play but not enemas. One night we were playing and she told me you can give me an enema if you want to. Say no more...the bag came out and a quart went in. She even wanted me in the bathroom while she expelled.

I have an ex-wife who I married in 2005 and divorced in 2010. She like me was an enthusiastic Switch, knew of every one of my kinks before we married, and was very happy to share them with me. So she was delighted to give me enemas mixed with my other kinks, usually with me acting as her sub for the enemas. After several months of this, she suddenly told me that she wanted to sometimes or even quite often be sexually submissive to me and her biggest deepest sexual secret was to have her husband (me) give her enemas. She had never been able to reveal that desire to her first, now deceased, husband. Of course I was delighted to hear this and we started trading Dom/sub nights so she or I could be the enema receiver. We separated for unrelated nonsexual reasons. I do miss her being my enema Domme and trading enemas with her. She was very good at it both ways.

Eric

My wife has long since known that I enjoy enemas. She has always liked anal play but not enemas. One night we were playing and she told me you can give me an enema if you want to. Say no more...the bag came out and a quart went in. She even wanted me in the bathroom while she expelled.

ew68,

So did she decide she liked you giving them to her enough that now you give her enemas with some frequency? Do you switch D/s enemas with each other or just give them to each other to enjoy as equals? I'm a longtime straight male switch but prefer taking enemas as a sub usually.

Eric