Most embarrasing time concerning an enema

When I was quite young, around 10 or 11, I had an enormous desire to have the older widowed woman next door administer an enema to me. I had seen the enema apparatus in her bathroom. I'm not sure of the circumstances, but I admitted my desire to her older son and then became petrified that he would tell his mother. I never knew if he did, but I was quite scared that he would.

Has anyone else had similar experiences?

I was always extremely embarrassed when my mom gave me an enema. The worst part was when she released me to the toilet, and began telephoning female relatives and friends to tell them about it. I could hear every word, and I wondered how I would ever be able to face those women she called.

My most embarrassing enema was around Christmas, and everybody was over as well as my girlfriend. My tummy hurt and my mom announced I was getting an enema that day. After my humility, my girl comforted me and we wound up making out and then the romance began. 😁

My mother was going to give me an enema ( I was about 6 years old). The bathroom door was open and my adult cousin and his wife walked up and saw what was happening. They started laughing and said something like "Give him a good one!"

I thought I would die.

The one I remember was when I was about 10 or 11. My mother had me crouch on the bathroom floor and used a red bag and black tip on me. I was not yet excited, but didn't care to let her see my butt. No one else saw me but I was really embarassed. That was the last time. I would sneek Castoria rather than be a part of that scene. Ironically, I'm trying to convince my wife to give me an enema!!

I think my most embarrassing enema was when I was about 16. My mother always gave me my enemas sitting on the toilet. As she started the enema I got an erection. She got mad and ask me "have you been playing with that again"? She had caught me masturbating a few years earlier. I had started to enjoy the feeling of the enema going in. That was the last enema she gave me.

When my younger sister was giving me an enema which she did once or twice weekly. One of her girlfriends walked in during the enema. the bag was about half full

I was 17 and in the hospital for a minor procedure when a young male "nurse" came in to give me an enema. I flushed red with embarrassment thinking a young man would be giving me an enema and he blushed to, apologizing because on the card it said my name was "dana" not "diana". He left the room and a few minutes later a female nurse administered the enema, apologizing. I laughed when she apologized and said I was sort of disappointed that he left so quickly. She saw the humor in it too ... I keep wondering what I missed out on.

Mom had noticed that I wasn't myself and asked me if I was feeling all right. I told her that I was constipated. She said that I needed an enema. Since I was 13 or 14 she had already shown me how to take an enema by myself.

After about half an hour of trying to get the first 2qts in unsuccessfully Mom came to the bathroom door and asked how it was going. I opened the door a little bit and told her that I was having trouble getting the water to go in me. She came in and looked at the enema bag, took it down, refilled it, rehung it and left he bahroom saying that she would be back in a minute.

She returned wearing an old bathrobe and sat on the side of the bathtub. She told me to drop the towel that I was wearing and lay over her lap. As I got into the position I noticed that I was getting an erection. As I laid across her lap my penis was between her thighs. I could feel her nylons, garters and the bottom of her long leg panty girdle against me.

The erection continued to grow as Mom inserted the nozzle into me and started the flow of the enema. I could feel the enema water flowing into me. Mom asked if the enema was going in. I told her yes. After a few seconds I couldn't feel the water any longer and told Mom. She reached up and took the enema bag off the hook and held it up higher and I again felt the water flowing.

It was then that I started to feel the cramping begining. I started to squirm around on Mom's lap to help with the cramps. This only served to get me more and more aroused with my penis rubbing the nylons on her legs.

Just then I felt Mom push the nozzle back into me very deeply and twist it. As she did this she said that the nozzle had just about come out. Right then, without any warning I had a very strong orgasm. I tried to control myself but totally lost all control. I could feel the semen squirting on Mom's legs and clothing. I started to cry and Mom told me that it was all right, that she understood.

After the water was all in me. Mom got up and looked at her legs. She said that I must have been a very good boy because there was so much semen. She then removed her nylons and girdle and began to wash them out while I was told to expel the enema. That was the last time that I had an OTK enema from Mom.

While growing up I got my share of enemas, but never really was fond of them. I never put up a fuss about taking one although usually would do the typical whine about not needing one. One time when I think I might have been 14 or 15 I really did not want one and whined and complained more than I ever had. I got the enema any way but the embarrassing part was expelling it. Not only did the soapy water come out but was accompanied by large noisy splashes. My mom turned to me and said, "See I knew that you needed a good enema!" If I could have seen myself I'm sure that I turned beet red, too.

The most embarrassing was when I asked someone the first time to give me one.

Yes, I'd say asking your partner for an enema the first time is "embarassing" or certainly difficult. You're just not sure of the answer you're going to get. I think you have to feel relatively secure in the relationship, otherwise you may risk losing it. Hey, if you don't care, then "go for it", I guess.

Not the "most" embarrassing...but up there on the list......

I have lived in a small duplex since 1978, The unit attached to mine is a rental with moderate turnover in tenants. In 1981 when I was 28, a very pretty 20 something who worked in an office for the county moved in next door. During the 1 1/2 yrs she lived there, we became amicable neighbors at ease with each other, she quite often joining me out in the yard on the lawn for flexing exercises after seeing me out there anytime weather permitted and showed an interest.

One day in early fall, I was in day two of four days off, had nothing that I needed to go out to do, had decided to do a series of enemas with my then still in good condition 36Fr 3' long rectal tube. I had set up everything, put on some relaxing music, lay out on the bed and was completely relaxed and into it, had completed two bags with release in-between, I was 3/4 of the way through the third bag when there was an insistent repeated knock at the side door. The windows were open and I yelled I would be there shortly. I closed the clamps, pulled out all 3' of the rectal tube, put on my underwear and a pair of cutoffs and proceeded with tightly clenched rectum to the door. Opening the inside door, there stood my pert/perky/brunette neighbor smiling dressed in exercise top and shorts wanting to know if I was alright since she hadn't seen me out on the lawn at the 'usual' time stretching and would I like to do so now ? I was standing there with 1 3/4 qts of water in me barely suppressing the quivers of the urge to release explaining to this lovely individual that "I will have to pass today" being that I had to finish something that I was doing and I would explain later. She said "OK" with obvious disappointment and left, being that the bathroom is right next to the side door, I immediately shut the door and barely made it to the toilet for an overdue release.

The next day, she had come home from work and I went over with two glasses of chilled white wine and let her know that I didn't intend to be antisocial. We had dated a few times with other couples, there was some "mild chemistry" but nothing that interested either of us to pursue too deeply. While she had a very healthy libido, and dated different people, she was "very Vanilla" and inexperienced when it came to many things. I gently told her that I was in the middle of a series of irrigations using a colon tube also known as a rectal tube to clean out my lower intestine. She said "oh", asked general run-of-the-mill questions with interest, we finished our wine and she thanked me for explaining. Until she moved, we continued to exercise on the lawn as usual and dated a couple of more times. No further interest in enemas was ever expressed by her, after she moved I received a couple of cards from her with the second one inviting me to a house warming she was having in a larger place, She was a good neighbor, yet the incident really had me embarrassed !

G.N.

I got numerous enemas in hospital settings in Eastern Europe. Usually there was minimum privacy during this procedure. Often other nurses came to the room making humiliating comments about the situation. Especially it was terrible when I was a teenager. Nurses did not expect my cooperation and forced me at any stage of it. One undressed me and retained during the procedure while the other prepare the enema, hang it on on the nail in the wall and insert nozzle.

When I became older I remember that one time I had to remove my pants and underwear in front of three (!) pretty nurses. One of them was in charge of me and preparing the bag. She continued to chat with others when I had to expose my bare bottom to them. During the insertion of the nozzle I felt discomfort and exclaimed and moved my legs that nurses found very funny.

Also many times at these hospitals people received enemas in from other patients waiting for their turn. You can see embarassment of the person going to the bed and taking the position. Then wide spread buttocks and nozzle going deep in the anus. And you know that soon it will be your turn. And you cannot escape and nobody save you. Total helplessness. And on top of this the purpose of this invasion is to take control on your bowel movements. You beg to allow you to go to the toilet but it's up to nurse when you'll be there.

That occasion when you DO get a full-blown, rocking orgasm! Especially since those tend to occur most often during enemas that are taken for other than sexual purposes, and because they are SOOOOOO unpredictable!!

I was 17 and had entered the hospital the early afternoon before a scheduled surgery at Temple University Hospital. I was in a semi private room that was shared with a rather distinguished older gentleman. It was a Sunday afternoon and his 3 daughters aged 15-20 are all there with his wife and all excited because there is an article in the Philadelphia Sunday Enquirer about the man's art business. So this nurse enters our room in uniform, rather attractive but had a rather abrasive personality. She appeared to be in charge of things on the floor and would have been considered bossy by most people's standards. Anyway, she announced in a really loud voice that I will be getting a laxative and a series of enemas as soon as they can find a male nurse to administer them. All the girls head turned towards me as I turned beet red. She then goes on to say it is inappropriate to have a female nurse do it! I had received numerous enemas in hospitals from female nurses so she apparently was projecting her feelings more then strict hospital policy. She then felt the need to announce her thoughts to the whole room. After that I just kept getting these sorrowful glances from the girls and the mother. Eventually the mother said that when they come to give me my enemas they would take their visit down the hall to the lounge. I mumbled I didn't want to curtail their visit and nothing was said for quite awhile. Turns out they never found a male nurse until almost 8:30 PM that evening and I had to wait in embarrassment for over 6 hours! By the time the nurse finally showed up everyone had left but I was left with an equally embarrassed male nurse who had NO experience in giving enemas. As I recall most of the enema ran out of the tube before he even got it into me. It didn't work and I didn't receive another.

I think the most embarassing time is when you just sit down on the toilet and wait for the first burst. This was often delayed for me because my mother was standing there watching. It was awful.

I definitely had one quite embarrassing experience with a hospital enema before surgery. The eve of surgery, a nurse came in to shave the areas in the so to speak "operating area". As visiting hours were still taking place, she closed the curtains around the bed and proceeded to announce rather loudly that she would be shaving me from the "small of the back to my belly button". This sounded a bit drastic but was not unexpected-while the visitors of the patient in other bed of the semi-private room were sort of clearing throats and trying to resume their conversation, she went right to work with the shave. She explained that they were short of male orderlies that evening and apologized for her having to carry out such a personal procedure on a male patient. It was not painful in any way but as most of you that have experienced this procedure know, all of one's equipment is well handled and every knook and cranny searched for the offending body hair. On finishing she announced, again rather loudly, that as soon as an orderly was available, he would be by with my enema. Again, more pauses in the next bed visitor conversations. After about a half hour, the floor RN came by and explained that no orderlies were available and she was sending a nurse to give me my enema and I was not to flush until she, the RN, had a chance to evaluate the results. The nurse showed up very shortly and once again pulled the bed curtains after filling the plastic bucket with water and dissolving what must have been soap in the container. She instructed me to turn on my side and very quickly inserted the plastic tube which apparently also served as the nozzle. After starting the flow, she inserted the tube a bit furthur and the enema continued; rapidly draining the bucket in a few minutes. She removed the tube and instructed me to hold for few minutes and suggested I should roll onto my back. I did so and then realized that the curtains were not well closed in the corner and I found myself looking at a female visitor. So now, not only were they in on the "audio" to the proceedings but the "video" as well. Fortunately, visiting hours came to a close at that time and I was spared a witnessed dash to the bathroom. The RN came to "inspect" and deemed all satisfactory-I told her about how embarrasing this had all been and asked why they could not wait until visiting hours were over before proceeding with the shave and enema. She apologized but said their workload was heavy and the staff quite short that evening and they had to get everyone "prepped".

My most embassasing enema moment was getting a hospital fill from a female nurse as a kid. I was scared to death, and had no idea how to handle the experience. It may have led to a later appreciation of the procedure, but I am not sure just when I got interested.

I was given enemas in hospital from nurses in white rubber-aprons. Now my sexuality concerns on those rubber-aprons...are those feelings with anybody in this forum for enemas also very strong?

The first time I gave one Having no clue as to what I was doing .she talked me thru it and now a real pro in giving them now

The most embarrassing time when I was given an enema was when I was in labor with my first child. . . It was standard procedure to receive an enema and not just a fleets, but a bag full. . . When the nurse inserted the nozzle she had a hard time getting it into my rectum and then when the flow started it took forever and since it was with Castile soap it caused a lot of cramping to which I protested . . . I was having enough cramping with labor! She continued to let the water flow until it was all gone and then had me lay there for about 10 minutes before I could get up and go to the bathroom to expel. . . Well by this time the baby had dropped which is why she had trouble inserting the nozzle and I was almost fully dilated and ready to push which meant all that soapy solution was stuck in me. . .It was not until I pushed out my son that I also expelled the enema. . . It was probably not the first time that has happened to hospital staff but was totally embarrassing for me!

I once lost a nozzle in the bathroom when I was a teenager. I found it the next day on my mothers dresser. She found it and left it there. I felt like I was outed!

When we moved to our current location there was a widowed lady that lived next to us. She was always complaining about something that I had not done correctly when I would mow or any number of things, but when she needed something fixed or moved she always called me. Several people told me that her husband had brought ladies to their house in the basement and had sex with them even sometimes when she was home, but that was before we lived here. Half of the furniture in her house was covered with sheets and she lived primarily in a small room and her bedroom...it was really kind of spooky. Anyway, I helped her move things around which only took about 30 minutes and she had taken a bunch of the sheets off and asked me to take them to the bathroom and drop them in the tub for her. When I did this, I saw that she had three enema bags....one was the pumpkin bag, a red one, and a larger amber colored bag, all hanging from a specially made hook from the wall allowing them to hang over the tub. Not wanting to miss a chance, I asked her if I could use the bathroom before I left, and quickly started checking these out. She had three different nozzles on the bags, and these were not the standard drug store enema nozzles. I couldn't stop there and started checking the drawers in the cabinets, and I found a box with all sorts of nozzles, even a penis shaped nozzle, and a medium sized butt plug. She had a green nozzle similar to ones used for barium enemas attached to the larger bag and when I looked closer it still had some water dripping from it. I took the nozzle closer to sniff it (some of you may frown at this) but I could tell that it had not been rinsed out, and I suspected she had used it earlier that morning. Strangely, she was in a very good mood, but I was to scared to ask her or even make mention of these bags, because of how he normally acted. I fantasized every day about her calling me and telling me that she knew I had looked at her equipment and that I needed to come over and talk about this. In the fantasy, I would come in, and she would be dressed as a nurse, and would escort me to the bathroom where all three bags were filled and ready for my "punishment" for snooping at her equipment. She would give me five or six enemas and spankings between them, and finally use the butt plug making me hold a large one, as she slipped off her panties and leaned back telling me to thank her for straightening me out. Once I had licked her to several orgasms, she would bend me over and stroke me until I would explode,and then finally allow me to empty out. Then she would return just before I finished in a little girl's baby doll nightie, and smile saying.....daddy, mommy said you were supposed to give me a big enema for being naughty......I'm ready now daddy. I will never know if this could have actually happened, because I could not chance trying to push this situation into happening, but I always think of her on her hands and knees as she inserts the penis nozzle and begins to pant and grunt, as she fingers herself to orgasm after orgasm.

I was in the small hospital/surgery in downtown Seattle for probably one of the last mastoid operations ever done (according to my doctor). I was a high school Freshman.

I had been there recovering for a few days....and LO! it was enema time.

The nurse brought the cart with Jones can hose and catheter and as she was getting things ready...said there's a cute little blonde out there..I told her that she could come in after I gave you a couple of enemas...she said that she'd wait. --I was mortified!

She finished and it did indeed take more than one. We had no sooner finished when my young, blonde girlfriend showed up to visit on her way home from school. (She had to transfer in downtown Seattle to get out to the 'burbs.)

The nurse laughed and then admitted that she had only been kidding.

the boxcar

Barring an orgasm, probably the moment you realize that it is only a matter of another minute or so before something else other than you now controls your bowel, and you will inevitably lose the fight.

The most embarassing experience was when i was 7 my father gave me an enema in front of my grand father and mom

Years ago, when I was 20,My Ex was giving Me multipal enemas to clean Me out. She used to shave Ivory into the enema bag and add hot water, then hold the top of the bag closed, and shake it up.she filled the 2qt red opened top enema bag to the top, sat in a chair, and put Me over Her Knee like My Mother used to.on the 3rd enema, a piece of Ivory must have cloged the hose at the bag.after being over Her knee for about 5 min,the urge to go got real strong, and I thought the enema must be close to over.all of a sudden,I felt and HEARD the sputter of the soap clearing the hose, and the Enema STARTED!!!I was panicking!!I started squirming, and My EX asked what was the matter.I told Her I had to GO, and asked how much was left.She laughed, and told Me 'You have a LONG way to go'I looked up, and the Bag was almost FULL!! I begged her to let me up, and She did.if She would have made Me take that enema, within 1 minute I would have lost control,and moved My bowels over her knee!!!

It's still on top of my list of most embarrassing moments. I was about 14. In the hospital with a roommate. We were talking about baseball. I didn't see the nurse come in until he was by my bed. He had a big smile and wore blue scrubs. He turned my covers back and unsnapped my bottoms as he said, "Have you ever had an enema." He told me to lift my butt and took them down to my ankles. It almost took my breath away. He carefully took the off over my feet. All I was able to say, "Wait a minute, wait a minute." He laughed at that as if to say what are we waiting for? With a big smile he told me, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

I was bare from the waist down when I looked back and saw the bag full of white soapy water. All I could think to say was, "Wait, wait....."

Not more than a minute and a half had passed since he got to the room and he'd flipped me on my side and was holding the tube up my butt giving me the water.

After making sure I was feeling the water he joined in on our talk about baseball as if nothing was happening.

To this day whenever I see a tall man in scrubs my stomach starts tingling. That was actually a problem for quite a while. I worked for five years as IT support in two different hospitals.

Well I never had an enema as a child that I can remember but I was given enemas as an adult by my old girl friend. She started with the fleet bottle kind then to the red bag style. Well one night she had a few of her friends over and they watched me get an enema and was then made to expel it in a diaper