The First Enema Bag you bought for yourself

35. Bag and colon tube combo from Seeking Health. Got the 4 quart because I wasn't sure how much water I would need and the next step down was 1.8 quart.

Mail order.

HELL NO! As a kid I was thinking "when I grow up I'm never going to mess with laxatives, suppositories or enemas!" Then I grew up and realized that being constipated wasn't fun. Then I realized that enemas could be fun. So, I guess really I figured that the whole thing would be different...

I was glad to move from fleets and happy Walmart carried my first ever red bag. It was all types of recipes from eighteen onward.

First ever self enemas about age 15-16 with my RN mom's amber latex enema bag. I loved her rubber bag (also serious rubber fetish here) and wide nozzle so after college went out to somewhere like Walgreens and bought the standard red/pink plastic enema/douche bag with two nozzles, always using the wider longer one on myself. Eventually I found mail order places like the old Beth Tyler site and bought better, larger real rubber bags and much wider nozzles. Today I use a rubber 4 quart bag and a latex DBC enema catheter every time. Thanks, mom.

Eric

I was 23 when I bought my first 2 qt standard douche/enema setup at a local drug store. I used it for many years graduating to two bags full for a four qt enema at about age 36. I’m now 69 and have been regularly doing enemas my entire life. Sometime for the shear pleasure of experiencing the enema and quite often for sexual release.

I was 13. I had a paper route and I used some of my money to buy myself a red open top Tyson fountain syringe from Walgreens. My Mother caught me as I tried to sneak it into our house. You should have seen her face when I came into the house. 'My, my what has my son, Mike, got here?" Well, my Mom took it from me and took it into my bathroom, put it together and gave me not one, but 3 enemas that day with my new enema bag. From that day on my enema bag hung in my bathroom!

I never had the balls to actually buy a system as a kid so I made one instead. I learned in 8th grade chemistry about syphoning and actually took (stole) some soft tubing from that chemistry class. Just used a cleaned out large soda bottle. If the bottle or tubing were found in my room, it would not be incriminating. I think I just bent the tubing in half to act like an of/off clamp. Worked for years before I got brave and actually drove to a neighboring county (where I would not be known) to actually buy one as about a 17yo.

I was 22 and in my first year of grad school. I had moved out of the undergraduate dorms and shared an apartment with a friend. I bought one of the old Fleet Bagenemas at a mom and pop pharmacy near campus. That was my go to enema during the entirety of grad school as I used it over and over again.

I was 16, just obtained my drivers license. Went to a pharmacy and bought a yellow folding latex travel syringe (anyone remember those?) It was cheap and small so easy to hide in my room. I also really enjoyed how large it stretched to with 2 quarts of water in it. Literally wore it out. Kept buying the same type of bag until I moved out into my own apartment during college. Then bought several bags over the years.

I was twenty-one when I bought my first enema equipment. Prior to that I was living at home and there was the family bag under the sink in the bathroom. As I prepared my things to move out I bought a Faultless combo bag similar to what we had at home. Mom was not surprised, knowing my history I guess she expected that, and my husband-to-be had not yet been exposed to my enema use so he said nothing while we moved my stuff.

Well let's see I was in college , freshman year , Probably about mid December ,I had a New girl friend .

Oh how she loved a finger in her bum hole , couldn't touch the other place , but bottom was open for business , so I talked her into going for a ride to a nearby town , where we bought one of those tan folding enema sets .

She had a job baby sitting at a professors house almost every Saturday nite , so guess where I was and what we were doing then . Wish I knew where she is now .

Anyway to digress , My Male college room mate was always constipated , we had a room directly across from the dorm 3rd floor bath room . Gave him a lot of enemas on his bed in our room ,with that bag set . Then had to run across hall to get rid of it ! He dropped out of school wonder where he is now ?

I never bought any enema equipment while I lived at home because I had access to a bulb. After school and a few years in the army I got married. Those years were pretty lean, enema wise, with just a few enemas with improvised things like plastic squeeze bottles. Then we moved out of town for a new job.

In a new town with few friends I had lots of time on my hands and I became interested in enemas again. The first thing I bought for myself was a rectal bulb syringe at Walgreens. I was 26 at the time. I grew up with the bulb so that was what I went after at first. About a year later I bought my first bag, a Faultless yellow latex travel syringe that I got because it was small and easy to hide. I kept these hidden and would bring them out when my wife went shopping or was otherwise out of the house for a while. It took a couple of years before I got the balls to come out to my wife that I liked enemas and tried to get her interested in them. For that I bought a new bulb syringe and a new Faultless combination bag. With some begging, she eventually let me give her a few, and gave me some, but she never took to enemas like I did so I ended up going solo again.

I was 22 when I got up the nerve to purchase my first enema bag. I bought a combo kit from K-Mart, being too ashamed at the time to purchase an open top enema bag. I figured that should someone see it I could claim I used the hot water feature.

I would have made the buy sooner but my mother, who to her dying day knew no boundaries, would have discovered it while visiting my apartment. I waited until I moved out of state to get it. Even then I had to take pains to conceal it when my parents paid me a visit. Sure enough my mother snooped under the vanity soon after they arrived. I had placed the box inside a suitcase kept in the back of a closet.

I was 17. I remember being extremely embarrassed.

The first enema I bought would have been a Fleet sometime in 1987 or 1988. I would go to a drugstore or store a town or two away and hope a nice looking female was at the counter but always was embarrassed and terrified that someone else in the store would see what I was purchasing. Then when I got more comfortable purchasing them I would go from drugstore to drugstore or other stores and buy Fleet or twinpack Fleet or generic versions at each stop and come home with a dozen or so to stock up and have a supply ready for when I was in the mood. I more recently a few years purchased a six pack of Fleets and remember the pretty woman commenting how heavy the package was, lol.

About twelve years ago I bought my first of two simple two quart hot water bottle ("bags") fountain syringe sets at local Rite Aids.

The first bag I bought was a red 4 quart one with a barium nozzle. I ordered it off the internet and told them to send it to my work. Somehow they got my home address and it went there but luckily it didn't get opened before I got it and put it under my workbench. I got a lot of use with that bag.

My wife used to buy all of our douche/enema equipment back in the 70's. I started driving semi for a well-known company in the 70's. I was desperately needing some enema equipment for my pleasure as I was spending three nights a week in motels across 10 states. I would do a lot of shopping at K-mart and at the local pharmacies, back-in-the-day. I would hang 4 or 5 bags in the shower and go to town. I usually smoked some MJ and time would slow to a crawl. I just loved giving myself enemas all night long. It was hard to believe that I was getting paid to drive semi as I was pleasuring myself at night. I was in "enema heaven". I didn't get a lot of sleep as I had numerous nozzles in my ass most of the night.

Mine was a 2qt combination water bottle bag. Faultless. Loved that bag. But I still have the original bag I ever played with. My mom had it at a yard sale and when she went into the house I snuck it in my truck and put $2 in the treasure draw. She never asked about it (though she might have known)

Sign of old age, or what - For the life of me, I cannot remember the first enema bag I bought! Considering my love of enemas and the excitement produced, it must have been a quite an event - getting the nerve up to go to a local store and purchase, and then getting it home, opening up the box and using it for the first time... Well, I've bought so many enema bags over the years, individual events have become difficult to distinguish...

Although I had first given myself enemas from just before my early teens, after graduating from the university there was a long hiatus of about nine years before wanting to feel the warmth flow into me again (at age 30).

I was in Springfield, Virginia to conduct some training in the Northern Virginia area. And although my dad's house was just 20 minutes away, he was away and the house was cold and would need to be started up (heat and water turned back on and then the time to heat the house). So, I was staying in a hotel just off of I-95 and I-495. Sitting in my hotel room one night, I got the urge to drive over to the nearby People's Drug Store and get myself a combination bag. I remember the store was fairly large with wide aisles (People's Drug was a well known drug store in the DC area) and very well lit. There were a number of choices that included open and closed top bags, but I ultimately chose a closed-top red rubber combination bag with a 2-quart capacity. Red bag, white hose, and white plastic parts.

As I recall, I also bought myself a small container of petroleum jelly when I made my purchase. I don't recall being particularly shy or embarrassed about buying the bag. I was excited about buying it and feeling the nozzle and the warm water flow into me after so many years. After getting back to the hotel, I stripped out of my clothes (I did have a robe), unboxed the bag, hose, nozzles, and other parts and quickly washed them all. The hose was fairly long and a bit kinked/folded from being in the box and held in with a twist-tie. I used hot water to help soften and straighten the hose as much as I could, but I wanted to get the bag filled, hung and with the nozzle inserted, feel the flow of warm water once again.

One bag was not enough. Since I had used an open top bag in my youth and could refill quickly without removing the nozzle, this was a different experience. I realized that two bags would be better than one but didn't go back and buy a second bag. I refilled the bag, reconnected the hose, rehung the bag, and reinserted the nozzle to take the second bagful. Yes! I could still take two bags!

I spent the rest of the evening filling myself, cumming, and then emptying. I don't remember how many times. I didn't use additives like soap, salt, baking soda, or glycerin or have the assortment of nozzles to choose from like I do now. I still have that red bag and it traveled with me quite a bit after that purchase.

I don't know what happened to that open top bag from my youth that used to hang in the shower as I used it to inject many gallons of warm water while I was in the shower. Last year, when caring for my dad, I did find the plastic pail that was used to give me enemas when I was very young. I didn't know the volume of the pail until last year (1.5 liters on one side, 50 fluid ounces marked on the other). Unfortunately, it was missing the colon tube hose (though it wasn't until much later that I realized that the tube was a colon tube marked for depth of insertion and the closed tip and side-discharge were designed to thread through the colon).

As a follow-up to my previous post.

I had shared enemas a couple of times (in that there were multiple people taking enemas in the same place and same time with each each other) in my late teens and early 20's. I've written about my 21st birthday celebratory enemas with two young women and the way that came about. I haven't written about the other experiences I've had with friends earlier in my life.

I had been "caught" one time before by a nursing student friend of mine who unexpectedly dropped by when I had the house to myself and the enema bag full and ready to fill me. It was a really delicious experience that I've kept mostly to myself. The relevant element to this discussion is "being caught."

My brother and his wife lived in the Northern Va. area (he lived about 45 minutes from where I was staying) and I had let him know that I was up in the area for the week. We had made plans to meet in the middle of the week (Wednesday) for dinner at a restaurant that was midway between our two locations. On Tuesday, I had gone out to dinner after a day out doing training and returned to the hotel for the evening. I settled into another evening of enemas. I don't remember how many times I had filled myself and then emptied. But I was doing enemas of 4 quarts at a time. I do remember that the returns during expulsion were getting pretty clear. Anyway, I was set up for another round as the bag hung from the shower curtain rod in the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. Now, it was well after 10 PM and I wasn't expecting anyone. So, I was surprised to see my brother and his wife standing outside my door when I looked through the security viewport. I quickly scrambled to get my robe on, take down and hide the full bag in my suitcase and make the bathroom at least look like I had come out of the shower.

As normal as I tried to appear, my brother later noted that my behavior was a bit odd. Although I never told him or her what was going on, I wonder (in my old age) what might have happened if I just left the bag hanging in the bathroom when I let them in. Definitely an experience to break-in the bag.

In fact I didnt buy it......its funny cause here in Brazil we do not find enema kits/bags at drugstore......so i get a urine coletor bag (a new one ok....lol), switch the position of the hoses and made a enema bag.

Za

Actually, it wasn't a bag, but a blue 8 oz. bulb syringe from Walgreens. It was several years later that I bought my first bag, a combination bag/hot water bottle.

A yellow Cara #26. A mom and pop drugstore, was totally terrified and nervous as i walked up to the counter. The lady at the check out kinda looked at me funny and asked "is this all?" Maybe she wanted me to get a tube of KY also, but i couldnt get out of the store fast enough

At some stores the clerks are required to ask "Is there anything else" in some form or iteration.

It's a throwback to the days when clerks did that full time and it was their livelihood.

It's just rote. She did not expect you to buy anything else. She likely sensed your nervousness and went into "autopilot"

Even if you had said "yes" and asked for a bottle of glycerin or Castille soap she might not have even heard it.

At some stores the clerks are required to ask "Is there anything else" in some form or iteration.

It's a throwback to the days when clerks did that full time and it was their livelihood.

It's just rote. She did not expect you to buy anything else. She likely sensed your nervousness and went into "autopilot"

Even if you had said "yes" and asked for a bottle of glycerin or Castille soap she might not have even heard it.

My wife used to buy all of our douche/enema equipment back in the 70's. I started driving semi for a well-known company in the 70's. I was desperately needing some enema equipment for my pleasure as I was spending three nights a week in motels across 10 states. I would do a lot of shopping at K-mart and at the local pharmacies, back-in-the-day. I would hang 4 or 5 bags in the shower and go to town. I usually smoked some MJ and time would slow to a crawl. I just loved giving myself enemas all night long. It was hard to believe that I was getting paid to drive semi as I was pleasuring myself at night. I was in "enema heaven". I didn't get a lot of sleep as I had numerous nozzles in my ass most of the night.

Yeah, I used to buy a lot of enema equipment back-in-the-day. Like I said earlier, I had quite a few bags hanging in the motel bathroom and several douche syringes in the tub. My favorite one was the "shy syringe". I could fill it with a gallon of water and just sit back and enjoy it filling my ass. I always tried to imagine a female buying that same douche before I bought it and how it would feel up her pussy. I was rather perverted at the time. I always enjoyed my enemas, playing like I was a female getting a douche or enema. Smoking a little bit of MJ enhanced all of my enema activities if you know what I mean. Catch ya later.............Play safe....................

Yes the first bag I purchased was a combination deluxe combo . A small pharmacy in a country town in Australia. The sales ladies were mature and nice.

I used it for many years and when I went back to check on another one, they had stopped stocking , but the senior lady assured me that just because there was little demand nowadays, she would order one in. That's was a pretty rare comment from a pharmacist in Australia back then. Over 40 years ago.

Will

16 or 17. Bought it at the local eckard drug store. Took me a bit to work up the nerve to get it. But once I did I was hooked on buying them. I love it if someone realizes what they are and they give you that look like ohh.

I was 13 . It had snowed . I knocked on the doors of the houses around me , and asked if they wanted their driveways and walk ways shoveled. I made quite a bit of money . Then in the next few days , I walked down to a drug store on the otherside of town , where my family and I are not known . I went in and looked at the bags displayed on the shelves . But was nervious and embarrased to pick it up and tske it to the counter . I looked around was anyone in the store who knew me ???? . I walked out . I came back a few days later again looked at the bsgs , but when I was ready to buy the bag , got nervious and walked out.

Went back again , was looking at the bags . The lady who was behind the counter was not busy and was walking around . I was so intent at looking at the different bags , I didn't notine her behind me. I was shocked when she said "can I help you" ?????. I stuttered , blushed , didn't say anything . She said do you need a hot water bottle or a ENEMA BAG . The words made me blush, I wanted to run out of the store . I wispered a enema bag . Well there are different ones she said . I picked up a Goidrich rubber combination bag and said this will do . She said don't be embarrased , we sell a lot of these . She walked to the counter I followed holding the box . She said do you have any questions ????? . No I said , I paid and left the store . Of course when I got home Mom and my sister where home. So before going in the house, I hide the bag in the garage . It was a few more days till no one was around . Then I took it in the house.

I was 17 and finally got the nerve to buy one from the local cvs it was just a regular 2 quart opened end bag