Anyone ever find your enema equipment ?

"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.

Odd that my wife calls it my "thing" too. I've tried to tell her it is an enema, but she usually says "thing" or ignores it.

Moliere: At the time of Mom finding the Tyson Open-top Fountain syringe that I had bought with money that I had earned from my paper route, I thought I had pulled something over on my Mom or at least I thought I had. In fact, thinking now, maybe I had actually wanted Mom to know that I got up the nerve to purchase a bag myself. Of course, Mom had a Rexall Victoria Combination syringe in the towel cabinet and that was the item that originally got me hooked on taking enemas and she would have in all likely hood given me an enema if I had asked. Of course, Mom did realize that I was not going to stop taking them. so she literally put a nail into my bathroom door just so I could hang my syringe there. And you are right, there is no need to hide you enema devices if you are going to be using them. Mom, I know, realized that!

My enema cans, 2 of them, 2000 ml each, hang from the ceiling. I don't bother to hide them any more. Same thing with my catheters that I use for my over active bladder. My wife will tell me if she is offended by them. I don't worry any more.

One day in the fall of 1982, when I was 20, my college housemate opened my backpack and found the disposable enema kits I'd bought the day before. I'd forgotten they were in there, I didn't intend for Chris to find them. He'd just asked to borrow my pipe, and I said to look in my pack. When he pulled them out in front of me, I just about died. He looked surprised, smiled, and seeing my reaction, said "Wow, uh, sorry. I've never seen one of these before." Trying to regain my composure, I replied- I hadn't either, until the Doctor at the clinic had prescribed them before some tests. "Please don't tell anybody, I'll never hear the end of it, " I asked, pleading. Chris was totally cool and said "Don't worry about it. I won't tell anybody-really. I've actually always kind of wondered what an enema was like.""You mean you've never had one?" "No, never," he said. (To be continued)

Our enema bags reside under the master bathroom sink.A few weeks ago when my wife's bridge ladies came I tied the doors with silk thread.Yup,after they left the threads were broken.

Since I have lived alone since 1995, I leave my enema equipment out in the open. Sort of. It is hanging on the shower curtain rod, with the curtain closed. Any one who wants to be nosy, and look inside my shower, will see a 4 quart PUR bag and one of about 8 different nozzles.

Of they have they never mentioned it! ?

I have made my own special enema equipment made out of normal construction supplies, they are in separate place’s in my garage so nobody knows the better including my wife ,who I keep my fetish to myself as she would not appreciate, it usually takes me 5-10 minutes of extra time to put together so I have to figure that extra time in when I have opportunities.

The x girlfriend her best friend found my bag under the sink. She questioned her about it. She told her it was hers for douching. She believed her I guess even though it was the enema pipe and not the douche nozzle.

My wife who happens to be extreme vanilla. Had it stashed in the back of the sink cupboard. But somehow my wife is able to sniff these things out. She informed me that ‘normal’ people didn’t use this stuff. Besides, if I was blocked up, there were laxative pills.

My wife who happens to be extreme vanilla. Had it stashed in the back of the sink cupboard. But somehow my wife is able to sniff these things out. She informed me that ‘normal’ people didn’t use this stuff. Besides, if I was blocked up, there were laxative pills.

I'd ask her. so what is "normal"? 😁

My first wife was like that - calling me a pervert for liking enemas. But at least I was able to keep my collection of enemas bags - at least till guilt would overcome me at times right after I had masturbated to an enema and then would throw away all my equipment - only to having go out and buy new bags in the coming weeks.

In early 80's i was on date with a italian lady whom i had met previously thru acquaintance who was her cousin i knew who lived in same town as myself. My date was from another state altogether and my friend called and asked if i would like to her again while she was in town visiting and with my ok a date was set up. We did the dinner/movie standard and after we went to my apt. began a bit of amorous lovemaking and i went to my kitchen for a second round of adult beverage for us only to return to my bedroom and my friend standing at my closet door with my enema pumpkin bag in one hand and it's hosing and nozzle in the other.

I was told she while wanting to see my wardrobe came upon the item in hand and inquired into if i gave to myself and i said ocassionly when needed. She next told me she gave them to residents at a nursing facility she was employed at part-time and if i would like to receive one from her she returned back home and without hesitation i said most definately and it was conducted the next afternoon at my apt.

I'm sure Mom did when I was away one summer. On return I found my closet cleaned and reorganized. She already knew I found enemas stimulating from my early puberty. Nothing was ever mentioned about the discovery, so I guess it was no harm no foul in her world. As a child I knew she took them weekly. So I guess she figured it was fine, if not exactly conventional. At least this is what I prefer to think about the matter.

As I look back, I sometimes wish I would have talked to her about the subject before she passed. That would have been an interesting if awkward conversation indeed. It never happened of course. Its just the rumination of an old man. Yet another item in the coulda, woulda, shoulda closet that's full of such things at this age.

Mine is frequently just left out, usually hanging from the towel rack. I usually have the end couple of feet of hose coiled around the top of the bag and hanger, so that the nozzle doesn't lay on the floor.

It's a longer towel rack and there are usually a few towels hanging from it too. Not too many to obstruct much view of my bag if it's hanging there though, plus it's a red rubber open top. Anyone sitting on the toilet would about have to notice it, it'd be about 5" away and right in front of them. Even if a towel was draped over it, it would be at least partly noticeable, with its hose, and that red color standing out.

A few years ago I was only slightly mortified for a few minutes, after a friend of my late wife had stopped by kind of unexpectedly to harvest some peaches from the peach tree. She had an open invitation to "stop by anytime" and she did. I chatted with her while she collected her peaches, and invited her in to visit a bit. Shortly after coming inside she used the restroom.

I didn't think anything about it at the time, but after she had visited for a while and had left, I went in to use the bathroom and had noticed that my bag was on the towel rack. Some towels had been pushed around it and it wasn't glaringly obvious that it was hanging there, but it was pretty obvious. No nozzle was on it at least, that would have made it more embarrassing if anything other than just a standard enema pipe had been attached to it. I generally remove the nozzle used from the hose right after use, clean it very well and place it on a shelf in the bathroom closet for it to dry there. It's the same shelf that my disposable enemas and a few other nozzles are kept on, along with a few other standard personal care items.

She had to have had noticed it, but may not have thought much about it if she had. It was pretty much undisturbed I think, there were other towels on the rack to use. I don't think that she used the towel scrunched up next to the enema bag lol.

Like I had said above, I was only slightly mortified, and only for a few minutes. My thoughts then quickly turned to "didn't care." She's an older woman, I'm getting older, we're all getting older and my attitude is of lesser concern about what other people think when it comes to certain issues such as constipation, "bathroom problems," hemorrhoids included, etc., etc. and the remedies of such.

One time early in my career, I had to go out of town on business. As it turned out, a female friend was in transition from graduate school to a job in another city, so I offered to let her stay in my apartment while I was away since her lease was up. We had been friends for years and even dated on and off. While staying there, by way of thanks, she cleaned my apartment prior to departing to her new job and city. When I returned, I found my blue pumpkin bag is its usual place on the top shelf of a closet, but the plastic hook was replaced by a wire coat hanger. At the time, and as discussed in another thread here, I had no idea that anyone besides me enjoyed enemas as this was long before the internet, so I was too embarrassed to ask her about what had happened. Did she just drop and lose the hook while cleaning? Did she use the bag and find the wire hanger more suitable? Sadly we lost touch after her move and I never had the opportunity to find out, even after discovering the letters in Penthouse that clued me in that I wasn't alone.

I occasionally hang my bag to drain on the shower head, one day our gas heating was playing up and the man came to fix it, as the gas stuff was in the bedroom cupboard , i assumed thats all hed need, but then he went into bathroom to turn on taps........oops, but nothing said.

Anyone who uses my downstairs bathroom probably does unless they are blind as the bag is hanging on the outside wall of the shower across from the toilet ~ 3 feet. Nozzles and colon tubes under the sink. No one has even mentioned it.

In my mid 20s I was working at a company in the valley. My parents bought a small condo closer to work for me to live in. I moved in for some privacy and just to be on my own until I could afford a place of my own. I got into a really bad car accident and was in intensive care for 1 week and then in a regular room for another week. I moved in with mom and dad for another couple weeks for recovery.

When I returned to the condo, I was surprised that there was new carpeting. Unknow to me, they decided to replace the tiled linoleum flooring in the condo to carpeting. Since mom and sis dropped me off, they told me they had replaced the linoleum tiles with carpeting as a surprise for me. My mom and sister were in charge of it since dad worked. I kept my enema gear in a locked bedroom closet in case guests were over. They acted normal like it was nothing special other than a small surprise change. They hung around for a while and eventually left.

Of course, I went immediately to the locked closet after they left. The door was still locked. I unlocked it and looked inside. The closet was now fully carpeted! All my gear was still neatly hanging. 3 bags, numerous length tubes, colon tubes and nozzles. I usually didn’t pay attention to how I stored it so I couldn’t tell if they were touched or not.

Although nobody said anything, my mom and sister had to have seen my bags and gear. They were very close to each other so I’m sure they discussed it too. I never had the nerve to ask them about it. I was too embarrassed. They had keys to unlock the closet, common key same as entry. I am guessing they moved things to the kitchen for the carpeting people. I hope they didn’t leave the gear there for anyone to see! But regardless they or others definitely saw my gear.

To this day, I don’t know who saw and moved, or didn’t move, my stuff. Mom is gone and my sister now lives on the east coast and we are not as close as we once were. Even if we were still real close, I don’t want to ask about the carpet installation. But as far as I know that is the only time someone saw my enema gear.