Anyone ever find your enema equipment ?

Has anyone found your equipment and what where the results

Yes. My sister. At the time she was getting divorced and was spending a lot of time down here. Anyway I was at work and she started her period. Well she went in my bathroom searching for tampons. She found my equipment. It was a surprise to her because she knew I hated the enema I got when I was 9. She was having cramps so she used it. When I got home I went in my room to change and when I went in my bathroom there was my bag hanging. I was pretty freaked out. Actually I was really freaked out. So much as I did not want to leave my room. Eventually hunger got the best of me. When I walked into the kitchen she told me what had happened. We talked about it and the rest is history. It was a good outcome.

When I was around 14 I purchased my first enema bag. Mama had hidden the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe from me and I had no other choice but to get my own. I went to the local Walgreens and bought me a red Tyson fountain syringe. I took it home and somehow snuck it into room without being seen. At first I only used it when Mama was out shopping, but as the days went by, I became bolder. I would often take an enema while using the shower in the bathroom that separated my room from my Mama's mother's room. Much to my surprise Mama didn't ever find it. As the months went by, a problem occurred with the shower and I could no longer use it. If I wanted a bath or shower I had to use the one beside Mama's room. I don't know what possessed me, but I decided that I needed to hide my syringe in Mama's bathroom so I could use it while I was either bathing or showering. Mama had a small space-heater in there. It sat about 2 feet in front of the toilet directly across from the tub. A piece of green asbestos separated the heater from the wall and I thought it to be the perfect hiding place. So, I did put it there. I would roll the bag up and coil the red hose around the rolled up bag and slip the tube's douche nozzle into the middle of the contraption. One day, I came home from school and found Mama not home. So, into the bathroom I went only to discover that my bag was no longer behind that piece of asbestos. I went into a panic. Had Mama found it? If so, what had she done with it? Would she confront me about it? Well, Mama appeared within the hour. Nothing was said about my syringe. After supper Mama and I retired to the tv room to catch a few of our favorite shows. Still, Mom didn't let on. I was sweating. Finally, I got up enough nerve to ask her if she had seen my Tyson enema bag. She looked at me rather surprised.... there was no grin... or condemnation. Her only question was, "why do you ask? Does Mikey want to take an enema? If so, does Mikey want Mommie to help him?" I felt butterflies begin to fly around inside my stomach. I swallowed, looked down at the floor, and then replied "Mama, would you really help me like you did when I was younger?" Mama smiled and said "what kind of enema do you want Mama to give you? A little one? A big one? A cold one? A hot one? or do you just want a big, soapy one?" I smiled back at her and said, "I want the kind you used to give me that made me feel so loved. I want you to encourage me to take my water and rub my stomach and back as I fill. And Mama, I want you to make me take as much water as I can even if it means filling the bag up several times." Mama got up from her seat and walked over to where I was sitting. She held out her hand towards me. I reached up and took it into my hand. She pulled me up and together we walked back to her room. Once in there Mama pointed up at a silver pitcher that sat on top of her chest of drawers saying "Mike, your enema bag is in there." I smiled, kissed her cheek, moved a chair over the chest of drawers and immediately got up on it, reaching into the pitcher where I found my syringe. I pulled it out and handed it down to Mama. She helped me off of the chair and together we walked into her bathroom. She began to unwind the hose from around the bag, closing the tube's shut-off as she did. Once the syringe was ready for use, she walked over to the sink turning on the water. She adjusted the stream till she had just the right temperature flowing. Then, she put the bag into the flow filling it with that wonderful water. A second or so later she squirted some Ivory liquid soap into the bottle. After that was accomplished she looked over at me and said "well, are you going to take this enema in your clothes?" I jumped and hurriedly undressed. I took my normal position in front of the toilet as Mama hung the bag from the normal nail which was about 4 feet above my hips. I immediately began to hear a bloop, bloop, bloop sound of the enema replacing the air in the hose with its water. Mama sat down on the toilet lid taking the douche nozzle in hand. She coated the gray nozzle with a thin coat of Vaseline and before I knew it she pulled on my right bootie cheek and slipped the pipe into my waiting rectum. I about passed out. I began labored breathing as Mama unsnapped the tube's shut-off. Warm, soapy water began to invade my body. Mama leaned over and gently messaged my stomach helping send the invading water deep into my colon. I quickly emptied that bag. Mama asked me if I wanted more and I replied "please!" With that said, Mama got up, took the bag off the nail and this time filled the bag from the tub's spigot. I was in heaven..... What I feared about Mama finding my equipment turned out to be the best enema of my life. No longer did I try to hid my bag from Mama. When I needed an enema, I just took my syringe into the bathroom with me often right in front of Mama. And many times, my Mama would join me just to help out.

Yes !...The person concerned was, at the time, entering into a newfound relationship that discovered my joy toy secreted in the top shelf of my wardrobe & didn't make any remark to me about "them" initially....That was to change when one weekend she'd mentioned experiencing tummy issues & was not adverse to what i was able to convince her might just solve her problem...Over several attempts later that day she was relieved of the burden

Not wanting to scare / frighten her I did the best thing possible given the circumstances & only began by administering a quart of fairly neutral solution....but even then with such a small amount to begin, found it a little difficult...which I put down to nervousness & not being too sure what to expect...Encouragement & by explaining the process in a sensible mature fashion sure helped & in preparing her lovely pink bottom each time, was very enjoyable from my point of view....one in which the view was always marvellous. 😜

Seeing her cute tail making a "b" line for the dunny was another exquisite sight...all slippery & slick between her parting legs...I already had a raging stiffy by this time...and without me knowing it there was more, much more to come....When she returned she said, "do you think I need to have another one ?"..."i think i should !"...."what do you think ?"...."i still feel a bit clogged up !"....oh ! was about all that tumbled from my lips....Reconsidering this situation, perhaps a stronger solution was called for.

No point in deliberating further...& so the recommendation that followed was a soapy enema...not too strong, but I assured her it would undoubtedly take care of any back log....So off i went and made ready, checking the solution with my thermometer at just on 105 deg & just a smidgeon warmer than that previously taken....An upgrade changeover nozzle selection added a bit of spice...not in an overboard or alarming fashion....more because the volume had been increased...she hadn't noticed...not yet anyhow

Now i cant honestly say if it was to be a game changer, but i do think & really believe it was....because this time round rather than just giving her an enema for constipation some added comforting techniques might just make it easier for her...So as I eased apart her cute bottom to expose her dark rosy (& as it worked out, responsive !) anus clenching to my touch...she gasped almost inaudibly...i didn't overlook this...while moving her hips back upon my turning, intruding digit...her dilated hole closing over squeezing in small intermittent spasms...oooooh !...my jeans responded accordingly....friend dick had pre-cum oozing profusely

Patience man....patience !...i reminded myself...I so wanted to park my by now aching cock in her aromatic moist dark haired pussy & fuck the living daylights of her outstretched naked bod at that moment....The job not yet done turned to assist in lifting her hips & drawing her arse back in such a way that the ensuing enema would be given as comfortably as possible without creating any undue stress.

No sooner than she was suitably relaxed & with little effort in went the tip of the greased up larger black Bakelite nozzle...virtually at the same time releasing a rush of soapy fluid into to her awaiting backside...my free hand holding her upper bum cheek momentarily until she acclimatized to the feeling of cooler onslaught overtaken by warm soapy solution careening incessantly within, as I held the White enamelware douche can up sufficiently high enough to ensure a "good enema"

As the minutes ticked by & with the enema well underway I lightly stroked her moist pussy lips with outstretched fingertips...gliding back n forth along her soft pliable crevice....she literally purred to the touch hardly noticing the oncoming waves beginning to occur within her smarting belly....an audible couple of gurgles soon materialized...her now taught tummy rebelling at the invasion...quietly but decisively informing her to clamp down with each resultant surge so as to quell the desire of potential premature release.

Got herself all tizzied up after dinner by dressing in a mist green 3/4 length silk robe (no underwear)...broad loose fitting tie wrap..& went & relaxed down in the sunken lounge...letting her legs drift apart as she sat, revealing very dark haired pussy...suggesting while doing so that I trim her hairline back...I didn't need to be asked twice....haha....that was a pleasure !!....One thing led to another as it not easy fondling a woman's pussy delicately while trying to concentrate

Consequently as she lay back...legs outstretched...one foot on the floor....one knee bent, resting askew against the dark green flock lounge cushion...labia by now gaping open & moist...The ensuing conversation turned to events earlier that day...along the way she'd made mention that the enema other than doing what was intended ,she was to proclaim rather coquettishly...."I had found that more than a little stimulating !"...mmmm !...she wasn't the only one...lol

Roughly two weeks down the track Lyn again mentioned that she'd genuinely had a real shitty week & wasn't feeling up to scratch & as a result was a bit out of sorts..." perhaps i might be able to fix myself up ?"....she motioned..." will you show me what i have to do !"....by adding..."but I really would prefer it if i were to help out"...if I had the time...Why of course m'dear !!...and that is when Lyn met my big red teardrop bulb.

Sometime thereafter her sister (they were very close) was made aware of what had transpired between us, presumably without the all the intricate details & i too was to discover from their jointly shared discussions that because of medications she'd been taking had also resorted to some kinds of re-laxative...following on from a brief stint in hospital

Albeit she'd resorted to nu-lax & micro enemas which her medico I believe prescribed...i really don't know whether big Sis was later to introduce her to something more substantial...But admittedly I'd have loved to give it to her too...she had one very sexy figure...luscious full bouncy 34C ski ramp boobs....pronounced rose coloured raised puffy aerola...dark nipples that always seemed to protrude from her blouses & a wicked shapely tail

Little sister often ventured over to spend the hot summer weekends in the pool...so in effect I still managed to be able to enjoy the rewards of her in very revealing bikinis....Pity I couldn't double dip !!

The twins will probably find it eventually. \

It is kept in a drawer inside a walk-in closet off the master bedroom, and used in the bedroom and the en-suite bathroom off the master BR.

Who could be in there without getting barked at, or worse, by the family dog?

Would have to be someone we are really close to, and who sure does not belong there.

Being a child of the 50 to th 60 enemas were first thing mother did . The enemas went on as a man with new wife within a week I became sick the new wife used the enema on me for becoming sick . Well being single always having an enema bag around or hanging in my bathroom. Have female over many time the bag was hanging around most of the time not much was said but some females would ask if i used it always said yes . Well had a female friends that like to come out for sex, came out then tell me she did not feel well after talking she said she had not moved her bowels for a while well pushing on her belly she hurt on her left side then getting lube and checking her hole she was very plug up I asked what she wanted to do she said I need to move my bowels today. I asked if she wanted an enema ? Then she said I do not want to have to go all day I think she was thinking an oral laxative, I said Laura an enema goes into bowel a pipe is put into you back hole she knew what that was she had been given only on as a child. Well she said yes she take an enema so I went put a little water in my bag, about a little over a pint in the 2 QT. bag I waljed in the bedroom with the bag she said that a lot of water ! Really well had her on her side put the pipe in her started the water flow into her she bitch all the time the pipe was in her but got the pint of water in her I took the pipe out she follow me into the bathroom I was washing the bad out she sat on the toilet trying to hold the enema because I was there the enema came out I left she was very full of bowels when she was done she came back into the bedroom saying she was upset that a man gave her an enema ! well then she said that so much came out . then said do I need two more enema ? I said that up to you well I gave her more enemas so I think she knew what the enema was and knew that I did enemas and came out to have me give her enemas because she did not want to take an oral laxative . Well the thing is outer women that know I use the enema know and some do not like enemas . One of my girlfriend had been a nurse add, sso she gave enemas but we were out traveling I need an enema asked her to give me one she said you go take it your self OK I did but that was the end of that lady she knew how knew I used the enema so that was the big thing but many outer things too. Well what I saying is letting the enema bag hanging out for outer to see is not al bad as growing up enema bag were on the bathroom doors so why not . Enjoy do not get upset most people know what an enema is or have had an enema and some that know what it is want to try an enema so I have had girls I had sex with will ask for an enema after sex . so enjoy your enemas!

I answered something like this a while back. Like I said many times I only got one and I was nine years old. I hated it. My sister got them a lot. But the bag and such was always put away in the cabinet. So when I started taking enemas and liking them I guess I sort of followed the idea. Even when the girl who started me taking enemas was here we would still put the bag away. One day, my sister was visiting before she moved in. She used to spend every free second she had off here instead of back home where the idiot she had filed for divorce from lived. They used to live in the same town where mom and dad live and we grew up which is about six hours away. She was down one time and I had to work. She did not know that I started liking enemas a few years before. She started her period and was looking for tampons and found my bag. She had cramps so used it and left it to dry. When I came home and went into my room to change and then went into my bathroom I freaked when I saw the bag hanging. I admit I was totally embarrassed. I stayed in my room for as long as I could. She was in the kitchen cooking. Finally thirst and starvation took over and I had to go face her in the kitchen. Also a lot of people mainly other women wanted to see my home. Not as much now as when I first bought it. But the word got out about the size of my room, the walk-in closet, and huge bathroom. So I always put it away. Now we put them away just in case.

No one who didn't already know it was there somewhere!

Not yet but I have 2 bulbs and a bag under the bathroom sink.

I don't know for a fact that our kids have found our enema stash, but all they have to do is open the right, or is it wrong, drawer.

Mom did! I was, I think 13 years old. I had used some money that I had earned from my paper route to by myself a Tyson red open top fountain syringe that I used to give myself enemas with. For some reason, I hid the thing in Mom's bathroom behind a piece of green, asbestos, sheeting that protected Mom's bathroom wall from the small space-heater that stood in front of Mom's toilet and between the toilet and the door that led into her bedroom.

After using the thing, I would roll the syringe bag up like a newspaper, wrap the red tubing around it, and slip the syringe's white douche nozzle into small opening in the rolled up bag. Then I'd put that thing behind that asbestos barrier. I didn't hide it very well, because a person sitting on the toilet couldn't help but see it.

One night I went into the bathroom to take an enema and bath. But, to my amazement, my fountain syringe was not there. I was, oh so constipated and was scheduled to go fishing early the next morning with my Father and really needed some relief.

I sat on the toilet for a few minutes elbows on my knees and hands on both sides of my chin. I was considering my options, which were: 1. Forget the enema and just take a bath and go to bed; 2. Go into the living room where Mother was watching t.v. and swallow my pride and ask her if she had seen my enema bag (which of course she had, for it was just myself and her in the house); or 3. Bathe, and then go into the living room and ask Mom if she had any Castoria in the house. I chose option number 2.

Mom was expecting me. For when I went into the living room, Mom was just sitting there smiling at me. I hem-hawed around a bit and finally asked her if she had moved my enema bag. Mom said, "Mike, you shouldn't be taking so many enemas son."

I went over to where Mom was sitting on the couch and sat down next to her. I leaned over and kissed her cheek and said "Mom, I am terribly constipated and I really need to take one tonight."

Mother replied "Son, I can give you some Castoria and you will be able to go in the morning if you'd like."

I kissed her cheek again and said "Mom, don't you remember, Dad is taking me fishing early in the morning and I sure don't want to be in the boat and need to go! Please, tell me that you understand!"

Mom patted my hand and said "Ok, Mike, yes I moved your syringe. Come with me and I'll show you where I put it."

I got up and followed her into my bathroom. Mom opened the cabinet that was above the washing machine and pointed up to the top shelf. "There, Mike, in that silver pitcher. That's where your enema bag is!"

I climbed up onto the washing machine and pulled the top of the silver pitcher open. Reaching my hand into the pitcher and I pulled my syringe out. Mom reached up and I handed the bag down to her.

As I got down, Mom had unrolled the tubing and was in the process of adjusting the water temperature. I just stood behind her as she filled my red bag with warm. salty water. When she had it full, Mom shut the water off and reached over to the cabinet and took out some ivory liquid soap and pumped about 10 squirts into the water.

Mom turned and smiled at me and then walked over to the wall beside my toilet and hung the bottle by its tab. I immediately heard the water filling the tubing...bloop, bloop, bloop.

As I got out of my shorts, Mom greased the douche nozzle with Vaseline.

I eased down into my normal knee chest position as Mom sat down on the toilet. Then she pulled on my right bootie cheek and slid the douche nozzle home. I was almost in a trance. It had been several years since Mom actually gave me an enema.

I turned and whispered "Mom, thank you! I love you so much!"

Mom smiled down at me, blew me a butterfly kiss and opened the red tubing's shutoff. My enema began! I eased my head down and thought "I am in Heaven!" Within a minute or so, the bag gurgled informing both my Mother and me that it was empty. I started to get up, but Mom put her hand between my shoulder blades and stood up. I watched as Mom took my bag down, eased over to the sink, turned on and adjusted the temperature of the water, filled my bag with warm, salty, and soapy water, turned off the water and re-hung my syringe on the wall.

I eased myself back into my knee chest position and Mom re-opened the shut-off. She slipped her hand onto my stomach and started to gently message it. She, then, whispered in my ear "Is Mikey enjoying the special enema his mother is giving him?"

I turned my head towards her and said "Mom, I love you so much!" A second or so later, my bag gurgled again.

Mom said "my, my Mikey has taken a whole gallon of enema water! I am impressed! Please stand up so I can examine your stomach!"

I did as I was asked.

Mother ran her hand over my swollen belly and said "you look like you are 8 months pregnant, Son!"

I reached down and said "Mom, I think I can take a little more!"

Mom shook her head and said "ok, Mike we will see."

With that said, Mom stood up, took down my enema bag and re-filled it for the 3rd time. After hanging the bottle one more time she put her bottom back on the toilet seat. I, myself, eased down into my normal knee chest position. Mom, opened the tube's shutoff one more time and then reached her hand back on my swollen belly. I tried real hard, but could not take that whole bag, though, I did take most of it.

Mom helped me off the floor and I sat down on the toilet to expel my enema. After about 15 minutes Mom came back in and gave me three more enemas that night. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. By the way, I no longer hid my bag behind that piece of asbestos sheeting. It hung on the door inside my bathroom. No reason to hide it anymore, and yes, Mother did give me enemas from time to time.

When I was young and lived with my parents, my mom bought me and gave me the first equipment as a present.

These days, my equipment is evident when one enters into a special toilet for enema. That room is just for me. My husband has his own space. We have a few sets more in the house.

I don't really think it can happen.

Even the people I allow into my house would have to go up the stairs, down the hall to where the master bedroom is located, Enter the master bedroom to see the closet door, open the walk-in closet, go in the closet, and open a usually locked drawer. They would be passing up some other "Valuables" to do it.

If we don't let you in, you would also have to get past at lest two locks, and a very territorial dog to get that far.

Growing up in the 50’s the douche/enema equipment always hung in the shower at home and at our grandparents. It was the same with most of our friends as well, the douche/enema bag was hanging in the open in the bathroom for all to see. After I got married, the douche/enema bag always hung in the bathroom shower. However, some of our friends had moved their equipment into the bathroom closet by this time, but all you had to do, was open the bathroom closet looking for a towel or toilet tissue to see it. Even after we had kids, we did’t change, because both kids knew what it was used for, just as we did when we were growing up. Too this day it still hanging in my bathroom shower for all to see.

Although I was pretty sneaky and private in my teens, I believe my mom discovered my stash in a metal cabinet in my downstairs bathroom. I occupied a semi-finished portion of the basement and had a small bathroom pretty well to myself. I had purchased some equipment and kept it on the top shelf. My mom was shorter than I and I didn't think she could see it without using a stool.

She didn't say anything or confront me, but it seemed to have been moved/displaced. It wasn't until sometime later that she was prepping my sister with enemas and had a hose failure. I had come home unexpectedly and had to pee in the worst way. I used the main bathroom and discovered mom's wet enema bag in the tub and soaked towels. She told me the doctor had ordered enemas for my sister and handed me a twenty dollar bill. She wanted me to run out and buy a new enema bag.

As I began to protest, she interrupted me and said "you've bought them before and know what to get." Needless to say, I wasn't in a position to argue. This event gave rise to my story "Many Shades of Red" which has some factual aspect with a few embellishments for entertainment.

While my enemas from mom diminished significantly, she still openly discussed enemas with relatives and neighbors. There was nothing very secretive about enemas in our house.

When I first moved to my own place a girl I was dating found my stuff she left in a huff. Never to be seen again. Anything like that happen with you ?

You need to keep your kinky stuff LOCKED away.

We have a burglar alarmed room for our equipment that is always locked and alarmed. Our daughters didn't even know what was in there until they were 12 and 15. We were caught naked by my older daughter when she was 15 while I was flogging my husband in the middle of a scene. They had cornered us more than a year earlier, that telling us they knew we had kinky stuff in there but only because they had never seen the door to the room open in all the time we had lived in the house.

HIDDEN is not good enough because it can be found.

When I first moved to my own place a girl I was dating found my stuff she left in a huff. Never to be seen again. Anything like that happen with you ?

Of course, it depends on the type of equipment she found. If it was a collection of knives, axes and saws close to a couple of freezers containing human body parts, I understand her leaving in a huff upon finding your stuff! 😁

Yes that’s true ,but life is short you like it or you don’t if you walk out well I hate vanilla ice cream anyway. You do or you don’t......

All my equipment save for my enema bags and hoses are in a locked cabinet in the closet and my magazines and video stuff in a locked box under the bed. Of course that did not help when one day wearing a latex catsuit and watching a video while waiting for my wife to come home my step daughter unexpectedly came in. She saw everything and immediately left. Nothing has been said but she now knows we are into some wild and crazy stuff and calls before showing up.

In a situation that is not germane to the question, I once let a vacationing British lady in Spain I had helped with looking for her lost bicycle, use my bathroom to wash up in. The usual bathroom was occupied or something. Anyway, because it was my own bathroom, I had somewhat naughtily perhaps, set out some of my enema bulbs, plugs and soap-sticks and whatnot, but I wasn't thinking when I told her to use my bathroom upstairs.

Only when she was inside and busy washing up did it strike me about the equipment. Yikes, I thought I had stepped in it. But oddly, the lady wasn't upset at all and did not leave in a huff or anything. In fact she had a sort of knowing grin and I concluded that she was broadminded or else that I wasn't all that odd myself all things considered or maybe she had similar inclinations.

She came around a few times after that and though I could certainly feel her positive vibe and amusement at my little collection, nothing more came of it. It was vacation time, my wife was still alive then and such times are short and brief anyway.

Dr. Strangelove,

My question would be, did you have your stuff put away? If it were put away out of sight, what was she doing snooping through your personal stuff? I would imagine you could find "something of interest" if you carefully snooped in her place.

Dan

Luckily no one so far. The longer it stays that way the better!

When we got married, I did not tell my wife about my regular fondness for giving myself enemas- a very deep secret, which at that point in my life I had not told anybody. Well she saw my enema bag early on in our marriage but did not think much of it- kind of like something that is kept on hand like it was during the Golden Age.

Fast forward many years later to when I assembled my own shower system that allowed me to lay in the tub and connect any one of my three colon tubes to a variable valve hand held shower head. I always set up my shower enema in a guest bathroom and took it off when I was done and placed it in a duffle bag, which was kept in the guest bedroom closet zipped shut. Well after one session I place the hoses and colon tubes back in the duffle bag but I left the bag on the bed unzipped. And sure enough she walked in later in the day and said what are these tubes? OH...OH…..OH I said, well I don't use them anymore but I got them to bath the dogs in bathtub. She looked confused but she bought it!

Many years later we had "The Conversation" about my enema use, which was shocking to her, but now I don't hide my equipment. I leave my shower setup in place in the guest bathroom at all times. The nozzles and colon tubes are kept the in bathroom vanity draw. My enema bag hangs in my closet in open view when the closet door is open. We do have a guest half bath, which we direct guests to when someone comes over.

Living in the shadows sucks. For all those who have not told a significant other, you should tell them about your love of enemas and that you like to do them regularly. You never know what kind of reaction you are going to get, but better to be out in the open than trying to keep things hidden. My wife was very shocked at first but now accepts that I like to give myself enemas for erotic reasons. She doesn't participate and we really don't talk much about my enemas. From time to time she might ask if I am giving myself enemas and I will reply yes and tell her the day of my last session. That's the way it should be when two people are married or living together.

It's funny how times change. When I was growing up enema bags were common in most homes and some even resided on the backs of bathroom doors. My mom was a bit more discreet and kept the family hygiene collection (enema bag, enema bulb, and douche bulb) in the linen closet, but still not hidden. If an overnight guest needed an extra towel, I'm sure they would have seen our family's collection.

Today I keep our combination bag under the sink in the vanity of the master bathroom. Nobody but hubby and I are ever in there. The fun part, however, is at the lake cottage where my cherished enema can is hidden in plain sight. I keep some really tacky plastic flowers in it and nobody is any the wiser for what it is. The only ones who really know are my husband and daughter.

If you are getting at all "serious" about a relationship with another person it 's wise to reveal your special interest early on. That way if it's a deal breaker a minimal amount of time and affection has been spent and, though difficult, you must accept that you two are not really compatible after all.. But if the revelation prompts at least an understanding response from your prospective partner, hooray, a major hurdle has been surmounted! And it's even possible your mate shares your unusual interest or is at least willing to give it a try. In the general population meeting a true klismo is quite unlikely, but thanks to sites like Zity it's actually possible these days. Be thankful this modern miracle exists.

Attempting to hide this fetish from a loved one is not really a viable option. Even if you are successful, it requires on-going stress, dishonesty, and frustration. It's not worth it. Open up early on is your best bet for fulfillment. Good luck!

No one that I know of has ever found any of my toys or enema equipment. But then very few people Have been all through my house and of those people, I don't think they were going through my closets or chests looking for things. If anyone has they never have said anything.

Such are the times that many if not most of the younger generations might have trouble identifying traditional l equipment right off . I once put this to the test where I took a vintage enema can to a colon therapy clinic and had the owners put some lowes in it, much as Emom described with her cherished enema can. Few clients took notice, even those who grew up in the Golden Age.

Nope in the shower is where it was

The only person that I know of that has ever found one of my enema bags was my Mother when I was about 13. I had it hidden, I thought, in her bathroom behind a piece of asbestos sheeting that was behind the space heater. I thought I was smart, but I soon found out I wasn't. Mom got my open top Tyson syringe from behind the sheet and hid it in my bathroom in a rather large silver kettle. After several days, I, feeling quite constipated began to look for it, but soon realized that I had to ask Mom where she had put it since it was only Mom and I in the house. To make a long story short, I did. After much pleading on my part, Mom relented and took me into my bathroom and opened the cabinet above the washing machine that was in there and pointed to the top shelf and said "Mike, your "thing" is in there." I immediately jumped up onto the washing machine and reached into the pitcher where I pulled it out. Mother reached up and told me to hand it to her, which I did. Mom unwound the tubing that I had wrapped around the rolled up bag and soon closed the tubing shut-off as she turned on the water in my sink. Mother ended up giving me, I think, three enemas that night. and from that day forward, Mom had me hang my "Thing" as she put it on the inside of the bathroom door saying, "Mike, there's no reason to hide the "Thing" if you must use it. I grinned over at her and I've been hooked on those "Things" ever since.