Have you ever took an enema at a friend or realtives house after finding their bag or bulb by sneeking it?
My impulse for privacy would exceed any desire to use equipment in anyone's home besdies my own. I wouldn't share when I cared to have an enema with most, much less when I had one, besides here when we are all sharing!
Sneaking enemas seems to be a common thing in this group. It may not be needed from my small sample of 4 women who all accepted my "weird" idea of fun. One of them did turn me in to a couple of her friends but that was during a period when she was mad at me and saw a chance to show how creepy I really was. She was a nurse and one of her nurse friends started a conversation in front of me with her about taking an enema and then went on to talk about male patients who liked enemas. How strange they were since she found her own enema not to be fun. My girlfriend did later say she was sorry for doing that. The wife I have now is fine with me taking enemas as long as she doesn't have to also but I still sneak because I don't like to admit how compulsive I am.
Back during my puberty years when I was at my aunt & uncle's home by myself, I used to sneak an enema on occasion with their red enema bag, because their outfit had a nice 2 foot long colon tube in it. Boy did that feel good sliding it in.
Better to carry your own equipment and use it in someone else's bathroom.
Yes. I posted this elsewhere on Zity, but don't know where. I visited my aunt and uncle's house for one weekend and while taking a shower I found my aunts (?) enema bag hanging on the inside of the shower curtain rod. Well, I gave myself an enema or two using the nozzle that was attached to the tube. It was the long douche type nozzle, and I got so sexually aroused that I rubbed my vagina until I climaxed. I don't know if they ever found out.
Beginning at age 12 (prior to age 16, when I could be employed legally), I was farmed out for summer work at an aunt and uncle's place for childcare and domestic help of every sort. Occasionally, there would be a red bag, hose, and the works (with enema nozzle), left hung in the shower. Addicted since age three, I couldn't resist the temptation and used it at every opportunity. In that day and age of the late 50s/early 60s, cross-contamination of diseases was hardly a consideration, especially within known family.
When i was a kid. We had a lady that live with us. She had the rooms downstairs with a bathroom.One day when she was out i went in her room to look around. I had to go to the bathroom and looked in her bathroom. There was and enema bag hanging from the door. I started to play with it.All of a sudden she was behind me did not hear her come in. She was mad and stated to scold me. She was going to tell on me but pleaded with her not to. She told me i needed to be punished and if i take a good bare bottom over the knee spanking and enema she would not tell .Did she give it to me goodi learn mt leason that day.
When I gradulated from high school I rented a room for a couple in another town to go to electronic school there. On the eye level shelf in the bathroom was an enema syringe. I made use of it alot. I was never questioned about it and wondered if they knew I used it.
Years ago when I was about 20, I spent a weekend with a guy I'd grown up with who had just gotten married to a great-looking girl. While they were out, I was going to shower and discovered a red fountain syringe in the towel closet. I expected it would be for the wife's douches, but on inspection it had a black adult enema nozzle attached. I knew my friend had gotten frequent enemas growing up and wondered if he still did. Did he give them to her too? It was very exciting and I must admit I tried out the enema bag on myself before I showered.
I have to admit, years ago a friend let me stay in his house while he was gone. I took a look under the sink, and bingo, a red enema bag. Should I or shouldn't I? I did. While filling in the small bathroom, I heard noise out in the hallway, and guess who, my friend arrived home. "I'll be out in a minute!" I rushed, poured the bag out, put it away, and cleaned up. That was close, only time I snuck one at someone elses place
Yes, in my grandparents house with their folding yellow travel bag, and at my uncles with a big blue rubber bulb
not for the last several years but when i was a kid and exciting enema equipment was hard to come by, my older brother was house sitting for a friend. i went over to visit and there in the bath room was the first foldong fountain syringe i had ever seen. (all i had ever used was my mom's combination hot water bottle) i filled the folding syringe with hot water and was captivated by the warm, soft, sensously swollen bag. soooooo.....i snuck it out of the house, took it home and used it everal times before returning it just before my brother's friends came home.
When I was a teenager I frequently babysat the two little girls next door. I had noticed that they had a white bulb enema syringe in the back corner of the linen closet. One night after the girls were both in bed I was in the bathroom when I remembered the bulb in the corner. I held it in my hands a long time trying to resist its draw but finally gave in. I ran some warm water in the sink and had a little fun, taking care to be sure it was empty and well wiped off before putting it back.
I never did sneek an enema in a house that we were visiting but we did have borrow my aunt's enema bag one time because my mother had forgotten and left hers at home. It was a red Rexall Hy-Day-Way folding syringe and it took six full 2qt. bags of warm soapy water followed by a couple of plain water enemas and all afternoon to get me cleaned out. I was really stopped up but felt much better afterward.
Looking back I was probably nuts to use other peoples bags and bulbs but I did. When I baby sat, I always found an excuse to use the master bath and do a little snooping. If the opportunity arose I'd take a quick enema but always feared getting caught. Once when my parents were buying a new house I snooped, found a bag and had enough time to use it. I still snoop if given the opportunity but haven't used anything I've discovered in a long time. Anytime I find something it really gets me going.
My cousin (male) and I found a big bulb syringe in a larger drawer in our grandparents' summer time cottage -- actually I found it and got instantly aroused (was about 11 or 12) since I had been getting enemas for as long as I remember.
I told my cousin and to my surprise he suggested that we sneak down after our grandparents were in bad and use the equipment. I actually did know what he meant -- and went anyway. I got the bulb and filled it up and cleaned the tip with rubbing alcohol (after all my mom was a nurse). I didn't really know what we were going to do, then my cousin took off his shorts and laid on his back and wanted me to raise his logs and give him the enema like he was a baby -- so I did. It was an odd sensation -- I was aroused due to the enemas and had no thoughts of whether this was a homosexual act ... it was just an enema. Anyway, I give him 2-3 and then we quit before it was my turn.
We talked about it from time to time, never repeated the event though. We both fantasized about giving our older female cousin enemas ... her family always had a big red bag hanging behind the bathroom door ...
I did wedding photography at one time, and part of the schedule was for me to show at the bride's home before the ceremony to get photos of her with bridesmaids, parents, etc. I was able to check out several bathrooms, and found numerous enema bags. A very interesting model once was a blue hot water bottle with hose clearly visible, in the drawer next to the sink. And numerous cases of "old red" under the bathroom sink. Never quite saw one hanging in the shower --- I was sure to check. A bit on an ethical no man's land here -- sort of like looking in the medicine chest. Just not looking -- not touching, not taking. Possibly not the most appropriate thing to do -- but not clearly "wrong" either. But when you are driven by enema fantasies, or any kind for that matter though, the ethical discussion tends to be left by the side of the road.
Would I want people going through my cabinets? Probably not. But then again, clearly there is not a man alive who has ever "gone through" his girlfriend/step-daughter's underwear drawer either....
Back when lots of us grew up, there were no AIDS, Hepatitis B,C,D. That's why the family fountain syringe was used by everyone in the home. Mothers would wash the equipment, put the nozzles in alcohol, rinse and use them again. Today, it's a whole new story.
I just couldn't bring myself to use someone else's gear. Who knows how clean it is etc., etc. If you really need to fill up, just use the shower hose or a Poland Spring bottle of water.
I wasn't sneeking the enemas that I took when visiting my aunt and cousins one time. I was really backed up and in pain when we arrived and my mother had told me that she would give me an enema as soon as we got there. My mother discovered that she had forgotten her folding syringe so borrowed one from my aunt, which turned out to be a Rexall Compacto syringe just like my mother's. My mother mixed up the first bag of soapy water for me and I took the whole bag and expelled only soapy water. I took two more soapy enemas before I began to get any poop expelled and it took three more full bags of soapsuds, for a total of six enemas, to get me cleaned out taking just about the whole afternoon. My mom had me take enemas every night while we were there.
How about a little respect for other people's property and privacy?
Its too risky. You never know what people may have, or just how clean they really are.
When I was about 10 we went to visit my married sister. She is 15 years older than I am and had two kids of her own. We'd been there for about 10 days and I got very constipated. Mom told me that if I didn't go by the next day she would borrow my sister's enema bag and give me an enema. The adults had planned a night out and I was left at home to tend the little kids. After they were in bed asleep I then knew that my sister had a bag. I snooped around until I found it. It was a blue open top pumpkin bag, not like the ones commonly referred to as pumpkin bags today. This one held about 3 qts, had a very long hose and several nozzles. Of course I took it in the bathroom, ran a tub of nice warm water, filled the bag and took as much as I could hold. After I expelled, I refilled the bag and repeated this process several more times. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the next door neighbor asked if I was alright. I told her yes. She said that it sounded like I was having trouble going to the bathroom. I stammered something about having some trouble. She offered some help if I needed it> I told her I was OK and she left (Peeked out to make sure). I then continued taking wonderful warm soapy enemas for another hour with a long, bulbous end douche nozzle. After I was done I carefully replaced all of the equipment and went to bed. The next day Mom asked if I had gone. Of course I told her no and got several more enemas from that day.
We used to visit friends who lived in the country along a creek where we would go swimming and have picnics. I went to the house to go to the bathroom and discovered 2 enema bags hanging in the bathroo. One was blue with white tubing and a black duche nozzle. I couldn't resist and filled up the blue bag with warm soapy water and gave myself an enema.
I repeated this several times when we visited. :)
From an early age I always checked for enema gear. I was staying with my aunt some while in high school and found she had a big black German enema bag with a large fat tip. Just seeing it got me excited and the first chance I got filled it and tried to take it all but no way. Over the course of the time I stayed there got so I could almost take the full bag but it sure was a huge bag. I was visiting a buddy when in High school and saw the enema bag on the bathroom door asked him, did he get enemas... we talked and shared a few bags. The invention of the fleets sure stooped the fun of looking.
I am definitely in accordance with Walt and Bagbug.
If I want you to use my equipment, you don't have to worry, I will use it thoroughly on you until you are spotless inside and what you expel is potable water.
If you aren't invited, don't use my stuff. (which is why we keep it in a locked room.)
don"t worry I have to much of my own equipment so I don;t have to sneak theirs anymore unless they want to share which I will welcome 8)
Wow. These ideas could bring you all, and your friends a big risk for the spread of illnesses. Please don't use mine. Walt
I have tried my Friends wife's bags before when I found them and always love the ones that where new to me and different colores and nozzles as well as the excitment I got sneaking a use when I could ;D
Oh yes, most of my relatives had enema equipment which I 'Borrowed' whenever possible. I remember an old white JBL bag, a Higginsons syringe, a bulb syringe & a glass tower receiver with tube and tap. I loved them all!
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