Hearing Others Receive An Enema

Growing up in a small house with one bathroom if you were home and some one got an enema you knew it and could hear it.

I was visiting a friend of mines sister in the hospital one time when I was late teens or early 20's. The room had four beds but only two had people in them when we walked in she was talking to the other lady across the room. We chatted with his sister for a while when in walked a nurse. She went to the girl across the room first and did a few checks and came over and did the same to his sister and just as quick she left.

After some small talk she said the girl across the room was nice and she had some bowel problems. She no sooner said it and the nurse came back in with a plastic enema bag she hung it on the stand and closed the curtain we could not see anything but could hear them talking about it. A while after the curtain opened and the nurse took the bag down and cleaned up the tray and left my friends sister said you guys should go now so we did, I wish I saw her scamper to the bathroom but didn't.

Although my sister and I always got our enemas separately and without a lot of fanfare, there are unmistakable sounds and clues that anyone who has received enemas themselves would recognize. This also includes my mother giving herself an enema.

I noticed it when I was a teenager at home during summer vacation. Sometimes after lunch mom would say, "I have a headache and I am going to take a nap." She would go to her bedroom and close the door. There would be the sound of water running in her bathroom sink, followed by a period of quiet, then the toilet flushing, sometimes several times. To someone who has received (and given herself) enemas the pattern was unmistakable.

Since we both got enemas together growing up, there was really no chance to ever just hear my sister getting enemas. However, we both heard Mom and Aunt Rachel giving to each other. Our enemas were done in the bathroom, but theirs were usually done in Mom's bedroom.

My older brother definitely heard me getting both my enemas and suppositories when i was little. I made such a fuss, even before being pulled over my aunt's lap. They hurt, and I was going to let her know that...not that it mattered, they were good for me, and i failed to keep up with the daily poo routine.

That's one way I'm glad to be an only child Never ha to deal with that issue.

Hearing others receive an enema? The ones that resonate with me are the ones mom gave herself in the bathroom next to my bedroom when she likely thought I was either asleep, or not listening at the air register. What I remember most is her moaning as the enema filled her and her out loud, but quiet, self talk to herself that she had to take it all, she needed it and had to take it, and if she didn't she'd have to do it again so take it …. be good and take it … you need this …. you know you do … be good now … just a little more …. take it … that's right … hold up the bag …. get it all in …. that's good … very good. I felt guilty then for listening, and when I was older figuring out how to peek through the register and I feel guilty now.

Was in hospital many years ago, nurse came in with a trolley with a cover over it, she said ..have you seen mr so and so ? i said i havnt, she said silly man, i think hes hiding, i have to give him an enema....wish i had said id have it

I overheard my little brother getting them all the time growing up. He wasn't a crybaby like me so he didn't do much crying.

It's one thing to hear someone else getting an enema, but even more common was to go into the bathroom only to find the enema bag drying on the towel rack. When I got older and realized what it had been used for, there were times when mom's fountain syringe was drying there. I know that my older sister had a folding syringe, but never saw it out drying.

The sounds associated with that wonderful procedure often brought involuntary reactions that could be quite powerful at times.

I've posted in other threads regarding times that I actually observed others receiving, or about to receive an enema. These "opportunities" were quite enjoyable.

Other times, the sounds were quite distinguishable, and observations in the aftermath, served to confirm what I had overheard. These included times at home when I was younger, times while at the hospital as a patient, and times at the hospital as a visitor.

Very common, were the discussions that preceded an enema for those scheduled, or about to be the recipient. I also overheard discussions and statements reporting the outcome of an enema that had been given for various reasons.

It is unfortunate that those circumstances have become far more of a rarity, although not entirely a thing of the past.

Interesting information. You wouldn't be using that bag again..

Moppy,

I may have read it wrong, but the way I read some other postings, some people do use the bag again after letting enemas flow into and out of them like this. First, for the average enema nozzle or catheter, I can't really understand how much water is able to flow back into the bag unless they were thoroughly cleaned out a few prior times before doing this. Second, I'd never use that bag or hose again after the retrograde enema went back into it coming out of me. Now I love colonics, but that's a whole different story with a wide bore effluent nozzle and hose, but not flowing back into a bag, just going to the drain.

Eric

Long ago one hot summer evening just after dark we were playing hide and seek. The duplexes all around had no fenced yards but heavy landscaping on the sides and back to keep the hot summer sun off the poorly insulated walls. We often elected to hide in the bushes until it was time to go inside later in the evening. One of these hot evenings I ended up under a big bush when the light suddenly came on in the bathroom just above the bush I was hiding under. The window was opened and the shade pulled all the way down. The 20 year old lady was often seen sunbathing in her bikini on the lawn in the afternoons. She was rather good looking and several of us boys wondered what she might look like naked. The window shade was closed but listening became real interesting. It was easy to hear water running in the sink.

Then I heard the familiar sound of a bulb syringe as it was being squeezed and filled with solution. The sounds were just like when my Aunt was in the bathroom next to my bedroom. Then there was a few moments of silence as she must be injecting the solution into her lovely shapely body. Soon there was the swooshing of a syringe sucking in a batch of air just as it was removed from the body orifice. This was followed by the series of filling noises. I heard this series of filling and injection happen at least 3 times before I had to leave and join my friends. I often wondered how long before she was going to expell the belly full of enema solution?

Another time I was hiding under the bush and the curtain was open and light on. I peeked over the window sill and saw a fountain syringe hanging from the shower curtain rod. There was the smell of warm rubber coming out of the window which led me to believe the syringe had just been used. At the end of the long red hose was a curved black douche nozzle. Must have just been used I thought.

I've posted this before. I have a younger brother who up until that time only got enemas from a bulb. Mom had decided it was time for him to get them from the bag and he was really fussing about it. I went to the bathroom and opened the door to see what all the noise was about. Mom was at the end of her wits and said to him "It's no big deal. Look just to show you I'll give this enema to Chrissy." Before I knew it I was over mom's lap getting the enema. While I didn't like them at the time I didn't dare fuss. After that my brother calmly took his enema and that was the end of it. It was also the last time that I got curious about bathroom activities.

Listening to the struggling sounds of a woman getting a large enema and holding it is very erotic especially when she's acting sub and encouraged to be vocal about how she feels. Adding to that her erotic sounds of being masturbated or fucked during her enema is even more spectacularly erotic.

I'm a switch and enjoy both giving and receiving enemas, but even if I were more vanilla or had no interest in D/s during enemas, I would hope and guess that a woman would find similar enjoyment in hearing her man's sounds while giving him an enema plus masturbation. I'm all for equal opportunity eroticism, and do my submissive best to let my Domme partner know how she's affecting me while I take my enema and masturbation from her.

Eric

Before I got my first enema at 8 I heard my cousin getting one. I didn't know what was happening but my aunt called her to the bathroom they were in there for about 10 minutes when I hear a scream. My uncle went down the hall and opened the door as the screaming grew louder. "I dont want it I can go!" Then more crying. My uncle came out wearing gloves. I later found out why she was screaming and after receiving my first rectal exam and suppository I understood why.

Another time I was in hospital an older nurse who appeared to be the senior one was giving a man several beds along an enema, he was moaning and begging her to stop. Two nurses walked past and one said oh that poor man having such a huge enema, unfortunately I never found out how big or why. And I didn't get one

Last winter I visited a friend in the hospital. He had undergone surgery but post recovery caused him to become very constipated. On this visit, I got to his room and the door was closed. I knocked and a nurse soon appeared and asked me to wait down the hall because "He was receiving a treatment." The curtain was drawn around his bed which could not contain his moaning and gasping. When I finally got into see him some 20 minutes later the nurse had thrown the enema bag in the trash. My friend looked slightly worse for wear but nothing was said.

My sister was sick and had stayed home from school. I came home that afternoon, and went into the bathroom, there hanging to dry was the enema bag in the shower. It was still wet and dripping. I knew Marie had gotten an enema. She was 13 … I was 11.

I went to her room and asked her how she felt ... She said “ok now”… I said .. “I see you got an enema, did it hurt” .. I asked. She got embarrased & blushed.“Did Mom tell you” she said humiliated and blushing, I said “no the bag is hanging in the shower and your sick so I just figured you got it”. All she said was “yes , but I don't want to talk about it... don't you say anything to anyone about it"… “Ok” I said. She was upset so I left her alone

In my case it's the other way around. When I was a girl, because of my constipation, it was others who heard while I had to do an enema.

Since I was an only child I didn’t hear others receiving enemas. I think my Mom probably took them and I wouldn’t be surprised if you gave to my Dad, but I never heard.

I listened my cousin several times when she received her regular treatment. She was OK with enemas but she hated suppositories, so she was crying all the time even before she got them.

I was visiting my bride in the hospital the morning after giving birth to our second child when a nurse came in and asked the woman in the next bed, "any luck yet?" She said , "not yet" and the nurse nodded and left. A while later the nurse returned with a box and covered tray, and some Chux pads. She pulled the curtains fully around the other patient and I could hear her tell the other woman she was going to give her an enema since the laxative was not working. The woman said in a resigned voice, "I guess it has come to that."

The nurse went into the shared bathroom of the room and I heard water running and she returned with a 3/4 filled clear plastic enema bag that appeared a bit cloudy. I was surprised I was not asked to leave, so I just sat in the chair and listened attentively. Although the conversation was barely above a whisper you could clearly hear the preparation and positioning of the lady next door. The nurse then said, "OK, I'm staring it now, let me know if you start to cramp and I can slow it down." I could hear some grunting and groaning and the lady said, "Can we please stop, I feel like I'm going to burst!" The nurse said, "I'll stop it and see if the cramp passes, but I'd like it if you could take a little more." After a short pause, the woman said, "alright, I'll try a little more."

By then I was finding it hard to conceal my 'growing interest' and my wife whispered, "you're enjoying this aren't you? Pervert!" I just answered I was just thinking of her!

The woman next door then asked the nurse to please stop and let her go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW! I heard some rustling and the curtains parted and the nurse assisted the woman to the bathroom and closed the door. Though the door I could still hear the unmistakable sounds of several big expulsions and eventually a flush. While that was going on, the nurse removed the nearly empty enema bag, poured the remainder in the sink, gathered up the pads and stuck them in the trash can. She took the tray of stuff and left.

When the woman came out she said, "I'm so embarrassed you heard all that but I guess since you're married it isn't like you haven't heard it all before. I hadn't pooped since delivering and they wouldn't let me out until I did."

We didn't speak again and she was discharged later that day. My bride did say she would be sure to poop because she wanted no part of that!

That was 40+ years ago and I can still remember it with diamond clarity.

When about seven years old I actually walked in 'on an' about ready to be given enema. My favorite aunt had come to our home for lunch & after lunch we all chatted for a while and mom instructed me to go outside and play. Also she indicated that I was not to return to the house until she called me.

O.K. ….. I enjoyed my afternoon outside playtime anyhow. Shortly after my departure outside I felt I had to urinate badly so I returned to the house and made my way down the hall to the large family bathroom. I could hear mom and my aunt chatting along with some good natured bantering and thought nothing of it. I quickly entered the bathroom and there stood mom with a large white enema syringe complete with a long hose, bright metal 'shutoff clamp' and a long 'glistening' adult rectal pipe at the end of the hose. My aunt quickly moved behind my mom as she was clad in her bra and white panties. Mom quickly instructed me to leave and go back outside.

Later my aunt, now fully clothed came outside where I was playing and in a kind, gentle manner shared with me that she had not been feeling well for the last few days and that my mom had given her an enema to help her feel better. She then patted me on my head and with a pretty smile indicated that what I saw was to be 'our little secret'. Mom never mentioned my intrusion into a very private matter for both of these ladies. The 'white syringe' had to be my aunt's as our 'family bag' was all red with black pipes. All was very interesting and well remembered to this day.

I often heard my mom giving my sister an enema. I always found that exciting.

When I was a young kid, me and my brother tried to listen to my mother, give my sister an enema. They both went into the bedroom and closed the door and my brother and I had our ears up to the door. You could hear her discomfort and moaning as she was getting the enema because she was on her back so my brother and I proceeded to start pounding on the door. My mother and my sister started screaming telling us to get away from the door. We actually open the door and made it even worse… what a situation that was to open the door and see her on her back with mom hanging the bag. My sister talks about that to this day.

I must have been six or seven & I was staying with my aunt. Her youngest son was about six years older than me. He had not been feeling well and that afternoon she told him he should come in and give himself an enema.

Since he was the one taking care of me, I followed along. I had no idea what an enema was. But once we were in the bathroom a large rubber bag with a long hose attached was produced and filled with water. It was then hung on a hook on the wall adjacent to the toilet. A black nozzle on the end of the hose was lubricated with vaseline. My cousin went and got some comic books and then put a clean towel down next to the toilet. Then he took off his shorts and underwear and lay down on his belly on the towel. Next thing I saw was his reach around and stick the nozzle into his rear and unclamp a clamp on the hose. Then he started reading the comics he had gotten. It wasn't too long however until he got up and sat on the toilet

I really don't remember a lot but I must have heard the water being released from his bottom. Once he had flushed the toilet he proceeded to lay down on the towel and repeat the procedure. Again it was not that long before he got up and sat on the toilet. When he started to lay down on the towel again, I must have looked at the bag and saw that there clearly was not much water remaining in the bag , so I said something about how much water remained in the bag. His reply was that was fine, it was just enough.

And that is how I learned what an enema was.

As my younger years were on a farm and circumstances allowed actually watching and hearing my sisters getting enemas from outside the bathroom window.

It was after we moved to a small ranch style house in Philadelphia which had only one bathroom, enemas were given on our beds, more than once I saw one of my sisters (one 2 years older, the other two 3 years and 1.5 years younger) running to the bathroom with no pants on squeezing their butt with a hand, a sure sign they had been given an enema.

I'm sure they saw me running from time to time too as the hallway to the bathroom was in plain view of the livingroom. Then there always was the combo bag hanging in the shower drying.

In the summertime, when we spent a lot of time at grandmas, we often overheard our two young teenage aunts giving each other enemas. We could hear different sounds coming from the bathroom like the water running, soft voices, moaning, giggling, laughing, toilet being flushed, or quiet. I forgot about that one evening, after being put to bed, and it got me in trouble. The evening it happened, the girls had given my siblings and I a couple of enemas before our bath, then put us to bed. After being in bed for a while, I needed to use the bathroom and got up. I simply forgot about the girl's routine of giving each other enemas on evenings they gave us a soapy then a rinse enema before our bath. After putting us to bed, the girls went back to the bathroom and gave each other a soapy then a rinse enema. Hence, my need to use the toilet after being put to bed. When I got to the bathroom it was quiet, the door was pulled too, but not closed. I didn’t give it a second thought and went in. Once in, I froze in place, the younger of the two girls was in the knee chest position with a douche nozzle buried in her behind, while the older girl controlled the flow. Then said, “I’m sorry, I need to use the bathroom.” Looking at me, the older girl said, “Go ahead.” So, I walked over to the toilet, took off my briefs and sat down. When I finished, I got up and started to put my briefs back on, when the older girl said, “leave them off. You know what's coming.” As I started to cry, I said, “Please don’t spank me. I had to go.” She replied, “I’m sorry, you walked in the bathroom without knocking. If you had knocked first, you wouldn’t be in trouble.” When her sister's enema bag was empty, she walked around to me and sat down, as her sister was holding her soapy enema for ten minutes. She told me to lay down across her lap. As I laid down nude across her naked lap, she pinned my hands behind my back. When I was positioned to her liking, she gave me the longest and hardest hand spanking I'd ever received. After the spanking was over and I was standing in a corner, she got another enema bag and douche nozzle from the linen closet. Fixed a second rinse enema and when it was ready, told me to get down in the knee chest position beside her sister. Who was already in the knee chest position ready for her second enema of the evening. She started my rinse enema first, then her sisters. When my enema bag was empty, and I had a two-quart enema inside me. I had to hold it for five minutes before being allowed up to finish and return to bed.

The other person we overheard getting enemas occasionally, was mom. She didn’t like enemas and would fuss at grandma about it, telling her she didn’t need an enema. Grandma's normal response was, “if you don’t stop fussing. I’m going to use my hairbrush on your bare behind.” That always made mom get quiet.

Of grandmas three girls, mom was the only one that hated enemas. Her two sisters were like us, anal erotic and enjoyed enemas. However, that didn’t stop mom from giving us enemas as kids. Between mom, grandma, and our two aunts, we preferred our two aunts. Mom and grandma were all business when they gave us enemas. Grandmas two young teenage girls weren’t, they like to play around when they gave us enemas. We enjoyed the play and relaxed atmosphere they created when giving us enemas together, especially at evening bath time. Those evening enemas at bath time did more to influence us, as preteens, to start giving each other enemas after school than anything else.

I’ve never ever seen or heard anybody else receive an enema. I often want to imagine certain people in my life either giving themselves or receiving one, and what that would look or sound like.

I'd love to see that as well. Just the sound of an enema being prepared and knowing that any minute you or maybe your best friend is going to get it