The First Enema Bag you bought for yourself

I remember this day like it was yesterday , i was 16 years old and it was my birthday and i had saved enough money from babysitting and i remember getting on my bike and peddling down to Centre Drug , a real cool mom and pop store , now this was 1969 and this store still had a huge glass case displaying all the real pretty enemas , but at this time the bags were changing to white nozzles , so a little nervous i had asked the old gent if they had maybe some old ones with black nozzles and maybe it could be cheaper seeing all i had was 4 dollars , well the kind man said , well i have old stock in back , let me get a real nice one for you and he came back with a beautiful Davol Iris open top 2 1/4 quart and then he said , seeing how its the older model that will be 2 dollars , i was in heaven and i think i broke all bike speed records going home , Now i was lucky enough to have my own bathroom in my bedroom so i had total privacy and all i remember was an afternoon of just taking enemas until i was exhausted and like a goofy kid i slept with that bag like i was sleeping with a doll or teddy bear lol and i still cherish that bag to this very day as i still use it daily , well i do rotate the bags , i do give it a rest now and then , and i also bought 3 other enemas from Centre Drug during that year

AnneMarie, loved your enema story. I am a kindred spirit with enjoying a variety of enema deliveries. At 16 to purchase 4 different bags in a year, that's impressive!!! I too have enjoyed enemas since a teenager. Welcome to this site, isn't it exciting how many share the enema passion!? PS. My first enema equipment was purchased at a drug store when in college & it was embarrassing as volition was strictly for sensual enemas, not douching. Got the standard 2 Qt. red bag with white nozzles. Now I have MANY alternatives.

AnneMarie--Welcome to this great site. I am a relatively new member myself. Loved your story. Can't say that I have a similar tale but I like you have loved enemas since a very early age (childhood) but used the gear my parents had in the bathroom closet. I didn't buy a set of my own until I was an adult. Your are unique. I can fully appreciate your desire to own an old set with the black nozzles. Those are the types I recall in the closet. Wish so I still possessed those wonderful old sets. You are a lucky lady.

It would probably have been a Fleet Enema twin pack. The drugstore was within bicycling distance for an 11 year old. and one day when there was no school, I waited for Dad to leave for work. He left before the drugstore opened, and i spent the rest of the time just getting up the nerve.

Rode my bike down to the drugstore, got a twin pack of Fleet Enema. The clerk did ask, "do you know what you are buying? This is not returnable." I just said, "yes' and she scanned it. I paid cash she bagged it and I rode home. Accidentally on purpose losing the register receipt along the way.

That was like 9:30 in the morning, so breakfast was not yet 4 hours old in my gut. I had had 6 or 7 bag enemas by then and I knew what could happen.

After I read the package, I knew that it was basically a salt, and I already knew that salt can draw water out of your system. I also knew to drink all the water I could stand, and keep it up until a couple of hours after it was over.

I also read what it said about use under the age of 12. I was 11, but bigger than a lot of 12 year-olds I knew.

About lunch time, I finally got up the nerve to try it I had already decided to use the Simms position on my bed

I used it right there, Surprisingly for my first time, I got all but a few drops into me. I also held it past five minutes Not sure how much, because time slows down when you are doing that, but is had to be 7 or better.

I started using my parents red enema bag and white douche nozzle when I was 13. I would sneak enemas when I had the house to myself. Enemas were totally erotic and sexual for me from the start. I did not get enemas from my mother as a child so my self discovery of enemas happened on its own.

Fast forward to when I bought my first condo out of college. Now I had the privacy and latitude to do enemas anytime I wanted to. I can't recall which drug store I bought my first kit from, but it was a rectangular yellow open top latex bag with white nozzles. I used it till it tore at the eyelet and replaced it with a red closed top bag.

I have since moved onto much more sophisticated equipment purchased from various enema supply sites- I have posted pics on profile page.

But remembering back to getting my first enema kit was very exciting and knowing I had the freedom to indulge as often as I wanted to was a great feeling.

Neither of my first two wives were into enemas (at least that I knew of), so when I became single after the second divorce, I decided it was time to purchase my own enema bag, such that I could pleasure myself whenever I wanted to in the privacy of my own home. That was at about age 32, and I've been enjoying regular enemas ever since.

I was 22. Some of my girlfriends had folding syringes for douches but we didn't talk about "the other end." Recently married, I had received home nursing after being critically injured and one of the nurses who gave me enemas with a disposable hospital bag recommended that I buy a hot water bottle and enema syringe of my own. That was in 1984. She pointed me toward a medical supply store. I was pretty naive and embarrassed, but a older lady (she seemed older at the time!) made me feel comfortable that buying an enema bag for a woman was very natural and healthy. (She didn't care for the Fleets, which were becoming increasingly popular at the time.) She showed me three bags and I selected a Faultless hot water bottle and a cute pink fountain syringe, also Faultless. We joked about the color. She asked if I wanted to look at rectal tubes. I think I turned as pink as the syringe. She opened a drawer filled with with sealed packages containing rectal tubes that she explained could be attached easily with a connector and would give "a more thorough enema." I still remember her words. She had longer "colon tubes" (I was shocked at their length), but she recommended a 15-inch 24Fr (I learned a lot that day!!!) soft rubber tube, rounded at the end with eyelet on the side. I went a little nutty that day, adding bags full of "sick room" items. The grandmotherly clerk knew what a young married woman should have, including a plastic plunger syringe for injecting a probiotic solution rectally after an enema. The medical supply store, which had been there for many years, closed in the mid 1990s. I still miss it.

Sounds like although embarassing it was a positive experience with a lady who knew her stuff.

At least the internet now makes it less embarassing you would have missed out on her wise and personal advice.

Just after marriage my senior year in undergrad. school. New wife was an R.N. who wanted to buy a bag for douching, possible enemas and a hot water bottle. We bought it together.

I liked the open top bags, cause this was all my mom ever used. I went to a pharmacy alone and bought a BFG open top by myself. I told wife to use the combo. bag for douching and use the open top for enemas. She was fine with that.

Just after my divorce, 20 years ago, as I started cooking for myself I became quite constipated. I dropped by the drug store and picked up a box of laxatives. What a mistake. I hated the results. By chance a Dr. Leonard's catalog was in the magazine pile and it contained a combination closed bag set which I ordered. When it arrived, I was like a kid at Christmas. Not only did I enjoy a few enemas, but I found my sexual thrill. To quote an "old" saying, My penis got so stiff there wasn't enough loose skin left to close my eyes!!!!! Ha! Since those days I practice my enemas solo, but with great enjoyment. Bags, bulbs, tubes, plastic, metal, rubber, I now have a fairly large collection and I share a few things here on Zity. Thanks to all , this site is great! MRay.

My first bag I bought was from the Rexall drug store about 4 blocks from Grandma's house. It was a Faultless combo bag with two black nozzles and a red hose. I was 12, and it was actually my birthday present for my sister, who was turning 16. I wasn't embarrassed because I thought EVERYBODY did enemas like our household. It was summer, and Mom and Grandma were at work. Sis was thrilled when I handed her the box, and immediately set about putting it together. She giggled and started undressing right there in the living room, then said, "C'mon, Silly! Get naked...I'm going to give you the first one from my new bag!" And she did! We spent the rest of the day in enema heaven! That bag cost me $2.95, if my memory serves me correctly and we used it for over 30 years...three or four times a week until we left home, and any time when we visited. (I don't think our spouses ever figured out what we did when we went "shopping" together on visits. 😉 )

I don't actually remember buying my first bag. Like many others here, I used my family's bag as a teen. I did not have a bag with me in college. But I do remember having one in my first apartment while in grad school, but I have absolutely no recollection of buying it. Of course that was 40 years ago, so it didn't register as a life altering experience.

I got occasional enemas with the family bulb from as early as I can remember and used that same bulb on myself all through my teen years. After a few years in the Army, without a single enema, I got married. My first purchase in our new home was an enema bulb from Walgreens. I bought what I knew.

Then my employer sent me out of town for a week of training. I would be going alone. I decided to buy an enema bag for the trip. I saw enough in Sears catalogs and other places to know what I wanted was called a "folding syringe". Since I had not yet introduced my new wife to my enema fetish, I decided that would be easy to hide compared to a full size combination bag. I went to a neighboring town so nobody would know me and bought a Faultless folding syringe. It had a yellow latex bag. My heart was pounding as I laid it on the checkout counter. The clerk did not say a word or show any facial expression one way or the other, than to say "Thank you, Have a nice day" The day was not nearly as good as the night was about two days later in a hotel room when I used the new bag for the first time. There have been many more of several different types since.

For me that would have been the "Great White" open-topped bag I bought online when I was 16.

When it arrived, I was in a hurry actually to try it!!

I quickly realized I was going to have to do basically a cleanout enema at first before I was going to have much success.

I actually dug out one of my Mom's old 2-imperial quart bags from the stuff she had left behind.

Waited several days till I got a chance to do it right, but then I did a full cleanout. the difference being that I was using a bag that held 2 Imperial Quarts instead of 2 US Quarts.

Once I was at a clear return, I hooked up the 5-inch "barium" type nozzle which was little more than a 1930s douche nozzle with the tip cut off.

Made sure to fill the bag with a thick soap water solution, with the clumps broken up.

Hung it fro the ceiling over the bed, planning to use the knee-chest position. By the time I got into position something inside had already told me it was going to hurt, and I thought I could deal wit the hurt easier in Simms than in Knee-chest. I ended up using Simms.

I put some generic KY Jelly on the tip, and told myself, "You know where it needs to go, just get it there." I slowly inserted it making sure to keep it pointed at my navel.

Got it all the way in!!

I waited like 7 or 8 minutes with it in me just getting over my anxieties about the size. Finally I just decided that if I was ever going to do this it was time to buck up and go!! So, I took several deep breaths, cracked the valve, breathed out, and tried to relax. Within a few seconds my breathing was elevated, and within a few more there was that pain in my abdomen. I was OK, but maybe just because there was no one around I did cry just a little. Surprisingly soon I heard that sucking sound. At first I wondered what it was, because I had not used an open-topped bag for an enema before. Then I realized, I had heard it before! At the end of a douche. it was the bag EMPTYING!!

I realized that, at only 16 I HAD JUST TAKEN A 4-QT ENEMA ON THE FIRST TRY!!! The Euphoria of success was tempered by the pain, and by then some nausea, which I had not learned to anticipate in that situation. I knew touching the lower abdomen during a large enema is a no-no but I could not resist!! I could feel my whole large intestine, and is was HARD AS ROCK!! The valve was still open so I left the nozzle in, and headed for the bathroom. Somehow I had figured out from somewhere to put the bag in the bathtub with the open end pointing right at the drain. I stood straight up, and let it finish flowing. When it did I pulled the nozzle out and sat on the toilet, letting it flow!!

It all happened surprisingly fast. I would say it was in me no more than 6 or maybe 7 minutes.

I was older, and hadn't used enemas in a while. At that time in my life, I did quite a bit of traveling, and often got "out of sorts". I had taken enemas earlier in my life, and just for convenience, thought I would use an enema rather than those overnight relief pills. I started to use the those premix fleet enemas but the chemicals in them sort of bothered me although they were effective for the short term. While brosing in the drug store, I spotted a combination enema bag and douche and since I was traveling, and was using enemas on a regular basis, in the long run it would be cheaper to buy the bag rather than two or three fleets. Good decision on my part. I started using the bag again and it brought back so many pleasant memories. With the advent of the internet, my new red bag, I was hooked again.

I don't recall it specifically, but I'm sure it was just shortly after college graduation (1974) - a red rubber or plastic bag from the drugstore containing both the standard very short white "enema pipe" plus the longer douche nozzle, bat shaped with four holes in the widest part. Even though the douche was still very thin compared to other enema nozzles today, I had never seen a different kind of nozzle, so I was determined to use the longest, widest one I could find. My mom had the same type of douche nozzle for her home Amber latex bag which I had started experimenting with about 7-8 years earlier. Thin as it was, until I actually read about bigger nozzles in magazines later on, I loved putting in and filling myself with that "thick" douche nozzle! Around the same period, 1974-76, I also had bought a Fleet "Bagenema" kit they started selling which included about a 1.5-2 quart translucent pale green plastic bag specifically to clean out for some colon 'scopes I had to have at the time. Once I had acquired a real rubber bag a bit later, I've always tried to stay with rubber bags, two of which I still have from previous Beth Tyler sites.

Eric

It was about 3 years ago. My bowel started acting up to the point where I lost a bunch of weight and fiber wasn't doing much. Osmotics didn't help very much either, and I was concerned about electrolyte imbalance possibilities. Stimulants have documented issues of dependance, and bisacodyl seemed to be a bit unpredictable and uncomfortable no matter which end it went in. Looking around properly done enemas seemed to be a valid and safe solution, so I tried them.

I cobbled together an enema setup from a flexible tube (you better bet I rounded the end off!) and old juice jug to try it out - less embarrassment and cheaper. Found it worked, but after a few times (and the occasional mishap) I decided to get something better and started looking around.

I didn't want something that would cause problems or break early (especially if breaking involved a full bag of water going all over the place), and definitely didn't want to cause any damage. I settled on a silicone setup with a colon tube to be used as a rectal tube (I had read a common issue with enemas was punctures in the rectum from hard or sharp nozzles. Now I wouldn't be quite as concerned, but the soft tube seemed the safest approach, and it is). Seeking Health seemed to have a good price on the equipment, so I ordered from them. They had 1.8 quart and 4 quart bags. The 4 quart was more expensive, but I wasn't sure if 1.8 would be enough, so I bought the bigger bag. I've had my share of mishaps with that one, too, but it's been a reliable companion in need. I figure I've taken several hundred enemas from it over the past three years and it still looks and works well - only a bit of white precipitate on the bag (YIKES!! sounds like a lot - but a low estimate would be 2x/mo with 3 enemas per session - and it's probably more than that).

The one downside is the end on the rectal tube. It's a separate piece that's push-fit in, and so there's a groove where it meets the tube. Depending on the rectal situation this can pick up stool and be hard to clean.

It was my first year in college. This was the late 70s and almost everyone in the dorm douched except for me. I hate to say that it was peer pressure, but several of my friends and I wound up in a Brooks Pharmacy where I bought an amber folding syringe. For several years I only I douched with it. For monthly constipation I would take Correctal, but one month was out and one of the girls in the sorority house told me to do an enema. Some years later just before I got married I bought a combination syringe at a local neighborhood drug store just for enemas. While the folding syringe wore out years ago, the combination bag is still our means for enemas.

Moliere,

I obviously can't see your equipment and can't evaluate the push-on colon/rectal tube you describe there. Just on principle, I'd be a bit concerned if the push-on end of the tube gets inserted past the junction where it meets the hose. Certainly it might collect waste products and be hard to clean, but I'd also be very careful about it possibly undoing itself internally and getting stuck inside. I've seen a similar-sounding hose/removable nozzle product on one of the sites where I shopped for colon tubes, and I made sure I didn't buy one with a removable end. Now you may have so much experience with your particular colon tube that it's proven that it "never" comes apart, but it's something to think about.

Eric

I think I was around the age of 13 when I bought my first enema bag. You see my Mother had hidden her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe from me and this time I was unable to locate it. I was desperate and really wanted an enema. So, I went to the kitchen where my Mom was sitting, drinking her half day old coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. I sat down opposite her, reached for her hand, and looking her straight in the eyes, I told her "Mom, I really want to take an enema today, but I can not find the enema bag." Mom shook her heard as if she couldn't believe that I had just said what I had said. I, again, spoke saying "Mom, I really do need to take an enema today! Will you please tell me where you put the Rexall Combination syringe? Or better yet, would you please go get it for me?" Mother smiled at me and said "Mike, you know what our new doctor has said about you taking those things. I don't want you hurting yourself. Remember, our doctor says that enemas are barbaric and should only be used sparingly." I listened to her, but, again, I pleaded with her, but she would not budge. So, that afternoon, after determining that I had no other options, I rode my bike down to our local mall which had a Walgreens Drug Store in it. I somehow garnered enough nerve and entered the drug store and went to the feminine hygiene isle where the douche and enema bags were located. I quickly began my search and I must have picked up five or six different kinds of feminine syringes trying to decide which set was best for me. Finally, I decided on a Tyson Fountain syringe. It was not the highest priced one. Nor, was it the cheapest. It was red with red tubing, white pipes, and a silver shut-off. It was just what the doctor had ordered and I went to the checkout isle and purchased the item. I must admit that I was a little embarrassed as I did that, but I did it. I could not wait to get home and check the item out. Upon arriving back at my house I decided to enter it through the back door thinking I could slip in without Mom seeing me. But, as I entered the house guess who was standing within a few feet of the door, Mom. I tried to hide the bag, but Mother saw that I had something and asked "what have we here, Mike?" She reached for the sack which was rather large. I tried to keep it from her, but she grabbed the sack . Once it was in her possession she took the green box out of the sack. She, then, held it up, looked it over, and said "Mike, this one looks like a beauty! Now, I know you are going to use it, Just remember I want you to be real careful." I smiled at her as she handed the box back to me. I looked again at Mom and asked her if she would do the honors and give me my first enema with it? She smiled and said "Mike, I'd be honored." At that point I handed the box back to her and we went into the bathroom that was beside her room. Once in there she opened the box and began assembling my new syringe. Within moments Mother had the syringe together. Seeing that, I began to get undressed and she took the hint to start filling the bag with water and soap.... When she had it completely full, she took it to the normal spot where she normally hung her Rexall Victoria bottle. It looked different, but it was there and ready for me. Mom pointed to the floor in front of the commode. I took the hint and took my normal knee chest position. Mom, then, lubricated the nozzle and put a little Vaseline on my anal sphincter. I, about, passed out! Then, as if on Q, she inserted the white pipe into my rectum and gave me my first enema with my new bag. I must say that It was great! Thank You Mom!

I remember it well. I went to J.L. Hudsonso department store in downtown Detroit. That was when the department stores sold everything. I was about 14 y/o. I purchased a latex folding syringe . It was beauty. The latex was much thicker then later latex bags I have purchased. The rectal and vaginal pipes were white, and the clamp was metal. It came in a discreet white and blue cloth case. It was a primo piece of equipment. I wish I still had it

The first bag I bought was from a K-Mart when I lived I Peoria. It was an open top Faultless, and I bought quite a few other things at the same time so the clerk would not have time to look at each individual item slowly. It was a great starter bag, but later moved on to buy Sherema bags and then from Klystra besides the antique glass percolators I have.

Dan

Moliere,

I obviously can't see your equipment and can't evaluate the push-on colon/rectal tube you describe there. Just on principle, I'd be a bit concerned if the push-on end of the tube gets inserted past the junction where it meets the hose. Certainly it might collect waste products and be hard to clean, but I'd also be very careful about it possibly undoing itself internally and getting stuck inside. I've seen a similar-sounding hose/removable nozzle product on one of the sites where I shopped for colon tubes, and I made sure I didn't buy one with a removable end.

Eric

Good point. It's this one (https://www.seekinghealth.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/600x600/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/p/h/photo17_zoom_2_2.jpg). The tip is a plug about 12mm wide by 15mm long with a "mushroom" on it that extends over the annular thickness of the hose and makes the end pretty much completely smooth, and it isn't designed to be removable (if the tubes you were talking about were the Optimal Health ones then yes, those do look a little scary - especially if they were used for deep penetration). It might be glued in and just not have enough glue right at the junction, but I probably should re-glue it for safety and cleanliness. I don't think it's too dangerous, as the gap I noticed was only about half a mm after I had been really working to get it cleaned out, but it would be better sealed.

"Proving it never comes apart" would require infinite experience which I don't have -better safe than sorry.

I brought my first bag shortly after I moved into my First Apt. I was 24 and just moved to a new city with a new job and was finally enjoying not being in a house full of either Family or Roomies. I had been thinking about buying an enema bag for a long while but the problem was where to keep the bag. Well being alone for the first time that problem was taken care of but where to purchase. I finally found a site I think it was enematoys.com and I brought a Red Klystra enema kit followed up by some new nozzles from nozwiz.com

The first bag I bought was a open top (fountain) syringe made by faultless. I remember the box had a cellophane window. There were a standard enema nozzle and a douche nozzle, The bag and hose were red. The clamp was metal. This was back in 1972. That bag lasted us years until it finally sprung a leak and we had to pitch it out. I kept the other parts and still have them along with other pieces accumulated over the decades. While easy to fill and to swish a bar of ivory in, these open top bags spill everywhere if they fall off the hanger. This happened more than once.

I used moms syringe until I was in my late teens. I visited the local store and purchased a bag. Was I embrassed. Cannot remember the name of the the syringe but it was red and had black nozzles. Could not wait to get home and use it.

I was 23 years old when I got my first enema bag. I had first seen one in an antique Sears & Roebuck catalogue as a child, so this was a long time in the making! I had moved out of my parents house into my own place was finally able to order one through the mail. I had tried to work up the courage many times to purchase one, even going into stores numerous times, but I was never able to go through with it. I had been trying since I was a teenager with my own car. I just could not do it. When I was getting ready to move, being able to finally endulge in enemas was probably one of the top reasons I was looking forward to living by myself. I bought one of eBay. I ordered it the day I moved in. It was a pretty standard 2 quart red fountain syringe with white tubing and white attachments. I waited for that thing like a kid waits for Christmas morning. When I finally got it, I can't even describe how much it excited me just to hold it in my hands. I had so much fun figuring out how to use that. I had so much lust for that enema bag, probably because it had been years since I had had an enema now I could do it whenever I wanted. When I think back on my 20s, I'm so glad that I was able to have those wonderful experiences of self discovery. That was a magical time for me.

My (future) wife owned an enema bag so there was initially no need to buy another one.

We went on a car trip without the said bag. At some point I was obnoxious and said it was due to stomach ache. My wife stopped at a drugstore, took me to the feminine aisle to buy enema equipment and told me in front of the cashier that I would get treated as soon as we get to our hotel room. I ended up knee-chest in the bathroom.

That's was the first enema bag we bought together.

I was 16 and had just obtained my drivers license. I drove out of my neighborhood to a drug store where I was sure I would not run into anyone I knew. I bought a yellow latex folding syringe. It had white slip on douche and enema nozzles and a shiny metal shut off clamp. It was 1970 so no more black nozzles...damn! Anyway I could not wait to get home but I was careful not to speed, I did not want to get stopped with the bag laying on the front seat! 😃 When I got home I was alone and I was amazed at how the bag expanded when full of water. The only bag we had at home was a standard red combination syringe. I took several enemas that afternoon with probably the hardest erection I ever had in my like. Of course I had to make it go away and it came back several times! Oh the good old days!!

After reading many responses, I feel like my story is more of an oddity than the norm. I had never even heard of an enema until I was 18. I was already into BDSM so I was surfing internet porn looking for ideas and came across a story involving a woman receiving a punishment enema. I am a curious girl, when I hear about something I haven't tried, I obsess over it until I try it. This was 2002 so the internet isn't what it is today but after some hunting I was able to find a 2 qt open top bag in my price range. I remember how excited I was when it arrived. I had done a lot of reading on how to do it since I had no experience. I was so wet as I prepared the bag. I was completely unprepared for how much I would like the feeling of warm water slowly flowing into me. I have been hooked ever since.