Enemas and Embarassment

Unless you are giving yourself an enema, embarrassment is always there every time someone else gives you one.

First it was your mom. It was comforting to be over her lap as she slid the nozzle into your little rosebud hole and squeezed the bulb full of warm soapy water into your rectum and bowels, or put the nozzle in and un-clipped the hose to let the liquid flow in from the bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. The embarrassment grew as you got older. It continued when your step-dad or Uncle or Aunt gave you an enema because you needed it or just for their enjoyment. Embarrassment is part of the process.

Isn't Embarrassment the reason for the enema?

No, although it might be for some people..

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Unless you are giving yourself an enema, embarrassment is always there every time someone else gives you one. . . .

Maybe for you.

Admittedly, enemas aren't a subject that you just automatically bring up to everyone you talk to, or with someone with whom you're in a new relationship with, but once you get to the actual enema itself, giving or receiving, I feel no embarrassment whatsoever. By that time, I feel very comfortable with them. If I've gotten that far, I just think: "Wow....am I lucky!"

Yes, it was embarrassment, but growing up in a home with two sisters least of my embarrassment was when they knew I was getting an enema. No, in our house it was when mom decided that she had to tell the world that I had gotten one. Her sister, the neighbors, and even the women from church got to know about my being cleaned out. Of course, turnabout was fair play and mom was kept informed of any of my friends getting an enema, too. When I finally got back to school it was really tough looking some of my friends in the eye. They all knew that I had been on the receiving end of the red bag.

Enemas were never an embarrassment or resulted in an embarrassing aftermath in our house because mom did two things before she taught my sister and me to self-administer.

First, she never ever gave us enemas when dad was home ... during the week he never arrived home from work until after 6 p.m.; on Saturdays if she wanted to give us our enemas, she encouraged him to golf with his friends (You need the relaxation, she would tell him) or maybe just go to the pub for a friendly card game.

Second, she never announced publicly we would be getting enemas, nor would she tell anyone ... it was a private thing "just between us girls," she'd say.

When we got to self-administer (we were both in our double-digit age), we would usually get home from school a couple hours before they got home from work ... so we had the house to ourselves, loved to romp or do our school work naked (No, we didn't have friends over), and, on many occasions, just administered enemas to each other because we both enjoyed enemas and there were no restrictions.

Yes, we girls (all three of us) had a pretty open lifestyle when dad was out of the house ... no, mom did not join us in our clothes-free romps, but she didn't discourage us from doing it when she was home .... but she would tell us when her friends were expected to visit.

And just in case we might have been caught away from our respective wardrobes when someone stopped in without warning, we always kept a set of basic clothing in the bathroom vanity and also in the rec room in the basement.

Yes, we had to good life ... thanks to mom with all her wisdom and open-mindedness.

That depends upon your enema partner... I believe that in a good marriage/relationship, there should be openness and transparency.. That is why I think those who can't tell their wives/ spouses about their kinks, they should end the relationship. I have seen those remain married for decades, because of religion/traditions, only to end up in hatred... I would rather masturbate and be solo than be with someone who is judgemental, or not mutually giving.

So, the enemas I have had in my Adult life, have been mostly good, fulfilling experiences without embarrassment.

I did have an issue with my "ex-wife" of 9 years. She moved in when I was 21, after her partner beat her up... I had fucked her a few times prior, but never shared enemas until after she discovered my bag in the bathroom. She let me give her a few enemas, but she never felt sexual about them. I later came to understand that she had hang ups from her religious childhood. , I eventually trained her how to give them to me, but Our sex life became routine. Eventually we broke up, and I continue many fulfilling relationships and experiences with out her.

Enemas are taboo enough to provide enough thrill. Sometimes I like hanging the bag where it might be seen by someone, just to see the response...

Even when it comes to purchasing bags from drug stores, I get a thrill. All part of the fun.

Embarassment is highly subjective to the individual, so I wouldn't call it embarassment so much as vulnerability. That's kind of the nature of the beast IMO. I've only been given an enema by one girl but I find that same vulnerability hot, especially if I am talked dirty to at the same time. And when giving enemas in the past I enjoyed seeing the other person's vulnerability and / or embararssment morph into sexual pleasure, it's a fascinating thing to see

Embarrassment for the generation I grew up with and the attention given to BMs and cnstipayion. The no leads to a sense of embarrassment about the whole process. Strangely as you get older embarrassment can lead to sexual arousal. Don't really care why if it has the positive affect of increasing the pleasure. Like all else in this area we all like different aspects. For me it adds to the experience

Embarrassment for the generation I grew up with and the attention given to BMs and cnstipayion. The no leads to a sense of embarrassment about the whole process. Strangely as you get older embarrassment can lead to sexual arousal. Don't really care why if it has the positive affect of increasing the pleasure. Like all else in this area we all like different aspects. For me it adds to the experience

Definitely keep my fetish under wraps with the general public!

Embarrassment is part of the fun. Without it it wouldn't be naughty fun!

The site DID help me locate some vulnerabilities in my privacy that I didn't know were there.

I find the embarrassment a huge part of the excitement

I'm not embarrassed about enemas when I'm playing with another emate. Being widowed, I joined Fetlife and recently zity to find women who like enema play. I find it pretty embarrassing to talk about it with some woman I met on Match.com or OK cupid. I've learned here that a lot of woman love enemas, but a lot more in the general population do not like them and are repelled by the idea. So it isn't an easy discussion to initiate. I find them highly erotic and on Fet it seems that mostly guys are into enemas, and with good reason since the stimulate the prostate nicely. How wonderful to find that women love them also.

I find that as the years pass I grow less and less embarrassed while undergoing an intimate act such as a colonic or rectal. Growing up, I was anxious at enema time, but even that developed into acceptance.

Sometimes I like to fix and set up an enema and call a phone sex girl . The embarrassment telling her about it while I'm doing it is a real turn on and its a nice diversion from the norm. I wouldn't call if it weren't for the embarrassment , so I think it's a nice added aspect to an enema.

For me growing up definitely embarrassment was a part of the enema Experience. Having to submit to the exam from the doctor and having to hear my mom discuss it with others neighbors and my aunt. She never did it in a malicious way just no filter. My Aunt on the other hand would tease me and my sister about getting them or needing one. Once I started to like them I was embarrassed that someone would find out and think I was weird. Fast forward about 44years If you asked me if I would ever post a picture of me getting an enema I would have thought you must be out of your mind!!! But here I am the site has been very helpful and all the people that share the same interests and other new ones. Have been helpful getting over the embarrassment part.

I have never tried this before and too be honest i would be too scared to try it on my own.

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I have never tried this before and too be honest i would be too scared to try it on my own.

Referring to what? Posting your picture getting an enema? Or something else?

Eric

I like the idea of the receiver being embarrassed by taking on the enema with a large enema bag and big nozzle

I like the idea of the receiver being embarrassed by taking on the enema with a large enema bag and big nozzle

Me, too, whether it's me subbing or a sub partner I used to play with.

Eric

Ive never had an enema at all so probably just getting one. I don't know if its the whole embrasing situation or if its the fact the I'm just really modest and don't like anyone seeing my private parts.

I was Extremely embarrassed about getting enemas as a kid and at some level it hasn’t gone away. I am Very open about my use of enemas as a form of healthcare and sexual pleasure. There is something that is very deeply engrained in my psyche about getting an enema and the embarrassment of it that makes it incredibly appealing

Embarrassment was not a major factor with the enemas I got from mom or grandma, because they were given in private with little discussion before or after. Also, they stopped by time I reached puberty. The only embarrassment I remember is when enemas were mentioned by playmates or cousins I had to pretend to hate them just like they claimed to hate them. It would not have been good if they knew I actually liked enemas and was giving myself enemas. Although, now I would bet a few of them also liked enemas, but like me would not admit it to anyone.

Enemas are very intimate. I think they are more intimate than sex because they explore the browneye, our most secret place. I know members on here that still can't say the word"enema" after 30 years.

I am a widower. I have a couple living in my basement apartment. I sometimes wonder what they think when they hear several fills from the bathtub, followed by lots of flushing.

"So what do you think and does embarassment work to enhance your experience"

Getting an enema from someone - or in a group situation - certainly adds some embarrassment or exhibitionism factor. Like Moppy says - they are very intimate. For some it's the embarrassment of being exposed - for some it is showing off. Both enhance the experience. For me, I think it's knowing how exposed I am - more showing off than embarrassed.

Enemas and embarrassment is different for the situation and the level of embarrassment, if there is any, varies with different people.

As a child I was not embarrassed having mom give me the occasional enema. I think girls are more accepting of this type of situation dealing with the body and hygiene than boys would be. I was not embarrassed that some friends and cousins knew I got enemas although I would not admit to them that I actually liked them.

As a young wife/mother I was not embarrassed that my husband knew I gave myself enemas. However, I was somewhat embarrassed when I admitted to him I got pleasure from them and wanted him to give me one. Even though he did not enjoy them like I do and no longer participates, there is no embarrassment now in him knowing that I indulge in my private pleasure when I have the house to myself for a while.

I guess even now I would be embarrassed to admit to my friends, male and female, that I like enemas. The general public still thinks we are weird for liking enemas.

But everybody is different, as shown by the wide variety of responses posted here.

When she was little, my wife was not embarrassed by the enemas given by her mother (and more rarely her grandmother). As she got older things got embarrassing. First, the overall procedure, involving being forced to poop, is not dignified whatever the approach. Second, her mother generally used a very revealing position (girl kneeling legs apart, bottom up, mother kneeling behind her); my wife pleaded her to only use the "lying on the left side" position, which is less revealing. Third, her mother sometimes witnessed defecation, though my wife managed to get privacy for that.

Yes that's part of the thrill for me