Maybe I needed some of the enemas I was given as a child, but from the beginning I wanted them. Did my mother need to give me those enemas, perhaps a few, but mostly she wanted to do it. I'm certain it was only to me, an only child, and I doubt my father had any idea what was going on, I can only remember one I received when he was home, that was after I swallowed an entire pack of chewing gum, so that was one I really needed, it was on Dr. Clark's orders.
It was a case of my mother wanting to give me enemas, and me wanting to get them, so without revealing to each other what we were doing to fulfill that want, we could both come up with reasons I needed one. Both the neighbor lady and my grandmother were enema proponents, and my playmate, Janet had a similar relationship with her mother.
My cue words, "I feel like I have to go, but I can't," and "my belly hurts," would almost always result in an enema. The enema would happen"after my housework is done," and I loved hearing the phrase, "it looks like I'm going to have to give you an enema." Once a while an enema was referred to as a "belly wash."
On the other hand, the one or two times I said I wanted an enema I was told not to ask, it was her decision to make. Asking was taboo, I was a bad boy, that was her decision, I got the same sort of scolding I got if I was caught playing with myself, which in my case was being caught pooping outside. Although I think both of our mothers knew Janet and I pooped outside together, but had no idea just how much anal play was going on. One thing I loved about Janet, she liked to "poo" outside and have me watch. Years later, in Vietnam, I saw a little girl squatting down with a little boy right behind her squatting down watching, the memories that brought back. In those days most Vietnamese children didn't wear pants until they were toilet trained, and when the need arose they squatted wherever they were and did what they had to do.
(I often wondered how tha effected them, because my Vietnamese girlfriend made it very obvious she wanted anal sex, she initiated it, she loved it.)
Other reasons for an enema ranged anywhere from a hangnail to bubonic plaque, so a sniffle, a cold, or any other childhood illness resulted in enemas, or there is "something going around" called for precautionary enemas. Must have worked to some degree, I can remember times when half the kids were out of school sick, chucking their guts up, but Janet and I were just fine.
In my conquest to give others enemas it was a question of want or need. When my cousin confided to me that she was so constipated on a day when the rest of the family was out and we were going to visit some of our friends, I was able to talk her into letting me give her an enema.
Same for my first wife, as I wasn't out of the enema closet yet, she had a tendency toward constipation, and after one uncomfortable Saturday it was easy to talk he into it. She told her mother, who said, "Oh, yes, when you were little I had to give you enemas and you would go right away." And somehow the constipation issue came up with my Grandmother who also suggested enemas. From then on it was often "I want you to give me an enema." These very quickly turned sexual. What made it interesting, she somehow never realized she could do them to herself, or maybe like so many of us it is always better when some is participating with you. Even after we divorced, but remained friends, there were times we got together for "dinner and an enema."
After that, any time I saw the opportunity to give or receive it was always the sexual side, therefore want.
I also derived a lot of pleasure by getting women to tell me about any enema experience they had. It was a delightful young woman from Maryland, of German parents, who first said she would be given an enema for anything from a hangnail to the plague. All you needed was to share a bottle of wine with her to have her open up about the enemas she got, up to her teen years, and once that talk started she was ready for an enema.
So now it is all want, even the time or two I might have been a bit constipated.
For quite a while I had a bit of success on Craigslist or Backpage finding willing partners. Now living in Australia, where prostitution is legal, there are brothels that openly offer enemas and other fetish play, and Locanto where you can explicitly advertise for an enemate.