Most embarrasing time concerning an enema

Was never really embarrased during any enema actually. I always enjoyed being naked, watching mom or auntie prepare the enema bag, then be given one or two enemas.

I've always thought my first barium enema was the most embarrassing. I was 22, and had been given a few enemas throughout my life before this. But I wasn't prepared for the humiliation I was about to be put through. Basically, I was in an x-ray room with two young female technologists. I was practically naked except for a short skimpy gown that didn't cover my junk completely. The girl doing the insertion didn't forewarn me before she shoved the giant balloon nozzle up my butt. I grunted a little, and it went in pretty far. Thank God for K-Y, and there was plenty of it up my crack now. I also thought the balloon felt uncomfortable when she inflated it. But what upset me the most was having to change and contort into different positions, where the gown didn't cover my genitals. I was so mortified....and my stomach felt like it was going to burst from the pressure.....very unpleasant. The women doing the test didn't seem to even acknowledge me being naked. They were actually very professional and understanding. But I was so glad when she took that nozzle out so I could rush to the toilet and hide.

I did it at 15, when I went and aske my female neighbor to give me an enema.

She came to my house and gave it to me. She was a mother of 5 girls, and keep the bag hanging in the bathroom all the time.

My mother kept ours in the closet. I enjoyed the enema very much but I never asked for a second one was scared she would tell my parents.

My mom was giving me an enema while I was sitting on the toilet. I was 16 at the time and got an erection. She scolded me and asked me if I had been playing with again. She took and enema every morning while sitting on the toilet. She gave them to me that way also.

My Mom was giving me an enema in the bathroom using her 2qt red bag. I was in the knee chest postion, semi erect, and the water was rushing into me. The enema have just started when me sister opens the door. She "did not know we were in there" and just stood watching. Now I am fully erect and embarrased as he%%!!! My sister just giggled at me after it was all over, but she made sure she watched the entire enema go in me and then watched me get up, dancing as I had to go real bad, and head to the toilet with a full rock hard erection swinging back and forth.

The most embarring time for me was age 11 in the hospital. After three day of being bed ridden my mother told me I was going to get an enema. After the waiting for about two hours with nervous antispation a nurse came in to the room with a cart. On it was an enema bag a rubber sheet and a bed pan she then proceded to prepare the enema.When she finished I was told to sit on the pan then I completly exploded.It felt good but I was to embarressed to show any sexual excitement

I enjoy enemas as much as anyone on this site, but if a bedpan in a hospital room were part of the routine, I'd have to pass on the thrill.

Amen on the bedpan, recently I was in the hospital and the nurse brought a bed pan for me to use and I informed her that I would rather foul the bed than try to fit my fat ass on it. That prompted her to bring a bedeside potty which worked out much better.

Fortunately I always escaped having to use a bedpan. For my first childhood enemas, mom kept a white enameled pan handy, but she never gave me so much soapy water that I couldn't make it to the bathroom from the bedroom.

The embarassment came when a next-door neighbor woman looked out her window across from mine whlie I was being enema-ed on my bed in the diapering position. I must have made enough of a fuss that she was attracted to check it out and stood there for what seemed like forever. The next day we were both outside, and she asked with a smile if I was feeling better. I guess I mumbled "Yes."

When I was in my 30s, I received an enema in a clinic from a nurse. I don't remember the problem I had, but I went knee-chest and she told

me to lean on my elbows, thus opening my anus wide. Then she had me breathe deep as she slowly inserted the tube. It didn't feel all that

great because she pumped some cold liquid in me, but the pressure of the enema was exciting. She was blushing upon completion and obviously

enjoyed it.

One of my most embarrassing enemas was when i was 13. My mother took me with her to meet with about 6 or 7 of her friends. When we got there, they were all talking and a woman I had never seen was there. After about 30 minutes of gossip my mom took a bag she had brought with her out of the car. To my horrow when she opened it, i saw my enema bag, hose and nozzle. She took my arm and pulled me into the living room where there was a table set up with a rubber sheet on it. I looked around and all the women were standing around the table staring at me. My mom told me to take off my shorts and underwear and lay on the table. I looked around for an excape route but they had me blocked in. she took my arm and quickly stripped me started to hand spank me. She said the woman I didnt reconize was new in town and had two kids but did not know how to give enemas. She said she was going to show her. By that time I was crying and my butt was on fire. She gave me three enemas and then let the woman give me a couple. I was so embarrassed that I couldnt help crying even more. With all those insertions of the nozzle, i lost control on the last one and shot all over my stomach infront of all the women.

For me it was when I was 7 years old & I became very constipated & was rushed to the hospital

I was checked out by a nurse & then taken into a big room & told that a soapy enema would help

fix me. What a enema was I did not know until I was told to lay on a table & the nurse pushed a red

hose into my ass & then I felt a very warm feeling & my tummy got full. I was then put on a toilet in

front of a nurse & told me to release & she watched me going to the toilet. I remember looking

through my legs into the toilet & saw a lot of soap suds & then it turned brown water. I was cleaned up &

the nurse had a look in the toilet & said that all was good & sent home - I remember feeling light.

My most embarrassing enema was one I received while in the hospital with a bad hip fracture. I had been given lots of morphine for pain and was hopelessly constipated. I was given a fleets first which did nothing except irritate my rectum. Then I was given a SSE by my nurse. I was in a double room and my poor roommate had to experience it with me. I had trouble retaining it and had to expel in a fracture pan. I was totally humiliated and by the time I was done had to have another shot of morphine. If I had been alone I wouldn't have been so embarrassed . I enjoyed the attention of the nurse who was very kind and gentle.

One hot summer day, my mom and her sister paid us an unexpected visit. They hadn't seen our new home and my wife and I were showing my mom around the house. We were all in the garage when out of the blue, my mom says, "I've given you lots of enemas at my house and now its time you gave me one here in your new home" Now, my wife was and is very anti-enema and this totally embarrassed me, and my wife. Mom wanted the big bag but I went out and bought her a Fleets because using it was less obvious. The bathroom in our house is in the central hall and other than the door, it gives no privacy. I just wish she had asked me in private and without so many other people around. She might have gotten what she really wanted!

Karl-- Your mother was totally out of line in what she did.

hankb

Hank, if you believe that story about his mother asking for an enema in the garage of his new home is true, I have a bridge across the East River I would love to sell to you.

GA-- In the story, while she was in the garage, she asked him to give her one, which, in the story was to be in the bathroom. I took the story at face value because there are some strange people out there. Maybe I was too naive. At any rate, I own all of the real estate that I want, so I will not take you up on your bridge offer. Thanks anyway.

hankb

My embarrassment came when a woman I had been dating, and doing mutal enemas with, decided to end our relationship. I am a business owner in a small town and she decided to tell anyone who would listen about my enjoyment of enemas. Not much was said about it, so I just let it pass, and it seems like it was soon forgotten. Well, the sex was very good while it lasted... She told me that she was going to do it if I didn't let her keep the car I have been letting her use, so I was as prepared as I could be for what transpired. Later I found out she had some history for this sort of behavior.

I'll never forget my first ever enema and the nozzle was to be taken out because I couldn't hold it any longer. But I never listened and all I can think of was going to the bathroom to expel and so the story goes...hahaha

I was about 11 or 12 and my mom had decided that I needed an enema. While I was not fond of getting I did find myself in the bathroom lying over her lap with the nozzle up my ass. About half way done the door suddenly opened and my younger sister came in and told mom that she wanted an enema too. Mom calmly told her that she would give her one once I was done, but she had to leave. It was the only time I was ever interrupted and it was embarrassing.

As a "late enema bloomer" at 22, the embarrassment was my first experience having two nurses and my husband next to my bed while one of the nurses was demonstrating the finer points of how to use a hospital enema bag to clear my bound up colon. Mind you, this wasn't forced on me, so it's not as traumatic as it sounds. I had been home from the hospital getting follow up care from two wonderful nurses. Being in bed and on pain medication and antibiotics were not helping my insides to "move" easily so when prune juice and my first doses of Milk of Magnesia ("nurse's companion," Angie joked) didn't bring good results, she got my doctor's ok for enemas PRN. I learned a new acronym!

I gave the nurses permission for my husband to be there because he was my "rock" all through being in the hospital and starting my home care. It wasn't everyone seeing my naked bottom that I was anxious about. I got used to that in the hospital getting rectal temps day and night while They had me on oxygen. Seeing that large enema bag, I was afraid that I would have an accident on the bed. Obviously I worried too much. That first enema was very uncomfortable, and it wasn't my

finest moment lying there with a tube up me and three people watching, but I survived.

Several months ago, I went to my e-nurse/mistress for an enema scenario with a BDSM theme from her and her assistant. Mistress used a silicone based lube on my ass and nozzle. The lube made its way to the hose barb and made it too slick to have enough friction to keep the rubber hose attached. Midway through the enema, the hose slipped off of the nozzle causing the bag to empty at a high flow rate onto the floor and the water in my colon to flow out the hole of the still inserted nozzle. She managed to close the hose clamp and put a finger on the end of the nozzle until her assistant freed me from my restraints. I replaced mistress' finger on the end of the nozzle with my own and scampered off to the bathroom with my hand between my legs keeping the nozzle plugged. In retrospect it was funny but quite embarrassing at the time. I spent a lot of time naked on my hands and knees cleaning the mess.

My first wife and I were engaged in a mutual on the bed enema sex session,on a weekday afternoon. We were both full with 2 quarts of soapy water held in by two inflatable nozzles.

The door bell rang and we ignored it; it continued to ring. The ringer than came around to the back of the house where our bedroom wasand knocked on the sliding glass door: we were clearly visible. He had a registered package for us that we knew contained valuable jewelry. I got up, carrying bad with hose attached and nozzle in place and signed for the package. He wished us a good day with an enormous grin on his face.

From then on, we closed the curtains.

Yes I also when a teen an got caught being nosy in one of my aunts bathrooms one day . While looking at her enema bag she had under her sink . She heard something in the bathroom . An asked if I was ok . I guess I sounded nervous . An she just open the door . Their I was with her enema bag in hand . She just told me to stay right their an called my MOM . When my MOM got to the door an saw me with her enema bag . My MOM said I think we should teach him a lesson about wanting to play with enema bags . So they took me to her bed room an my MOM took off all my clothes while my aunt filled the enema bag . Then she came in carrying a towel an the full enema bag . They laid me on the towel on my back in the diapering position . Then my aunt lubed my butt hole good . An put the douche nozzle in me . Then my MOM held the bag up an open the clamp . My aunt worked the douche nozzle in an out of my butt . All the while my penis was rock hard . They just laughed an said I must like enemas with my stiffy ! They gave me 3 more enemas till I lost control an shot a load all over my stomach .

I vividly remember I was 13y.o. my best friends mom always hung her red enema bag in the bathroom door. I knew she was the only one using it per my best friend telling me. I used to smell the nozzle it had that musky vaseline scent with dark stains around the hoses neck. Mmmm. It happened that he was very aware I received weekly enemas from mother. No real reason, she just had a thing for it.

Well, it was one of those hot summer days. After my chores I walked over to my friends house down the road. I forgot he had told me he was spending a week with his dad. His parents were divorced. Anyway, my friends mom was hot, dark haired, lite skinned beautiful woman with an incredible body. Being the late 50's, women didn't shave their vaginal area. I still knocked on the door. A few minutes went by and I sat on the steps of the porch. Then I heard the door open. Hello, I guess you forgot ed isn't here. Oh no I did forget. Okay, wait I just bake some muffins want one. Sure, as I sat she was bending over. Oh boy, how I would of done anything to peek up her skirt.

After eating the hot muffin I wanted her to give me an enema, she knew mother gave me weekly enemas. I then pretended my stomach ached. Oh my, maybe the dough was too hot. It'll probably plug you. That's okay mother will clean me out. As I was leaving she said I cannot allow you to leave like this. I'll just have to clean you out, your mother would appreciate it. How, Mrs. P. An enema. Oh no! Now, now go to ed's room. I'll be there in a few minutes. I was so excited and scared. I stripped down and laid on my stomach. It was obvious I had a hard on. When she entered she gasped. Oh my, your really ready. Mother always has me strip. Great move. As she turned me she immediately saw my hard on. For a 13 y.o., I was somewhat endowed. She let out a sigh, your much more advanced then my eddie. Sorry, don't ever be ashamed. She inserted the nozzle it was heaven. She really wants to do this again if I ever needed another cleaning. She led me to the tub and began sponged washing me. She did brush my swollen penis several times.

A few days later I overheard mother speaking with her on the phone. Mother agreed to come over and give her an enema since she accidentally burned her hand on the stove. I waited and snuck over. I was able to peek through her bedroom Window and finally saw her butt naked on the bed as mother administered her an enema. She was very hairy. Mmmm.

When I was growing up family members routinely closed the bathroom door when having a B.M. but enemas weren't as private a matter. They were routinely taken lying in one's own bed, usually on several layers of towels.

I joined the Navy long before the arrival of female sailors aboard ships. Personal privacy when toileting was far less than I'd lived with at home because there were no doors on the toilet stalls.

The inevitable case of occasional but severe constipation hit and I reported to sick call two mornings in a row. On the second morning the senior corpsman noted that the Navy's standard laxative hadn't worked and handed me two Brown pasteboard boxes each containing a disposable enema. He told me to read the instructions, take both, hold those for 15 minutes then go to the toilet.

Before noon meal I 'retired' to my bunk, took both enemas and went into my 15 minute holding period. When the time arrived, I wrapped a towel around my mid-section and walked to the adjoining head. Off came the towel as two of my shipmates entered. That exposed a very large and purple erection.

One said, "Mac, do you need any help with that ?"

Gee hard to recall but having to hold in front of mom and not being able to. Pretty tough

I've had many embarrassing events with enemas.....Once, my grandfather was chasing me around the house with an enema bag. He was determined to give me my Christmas enemas surprise!!!

Not really embarrassed. I first noticed an enema bag hanging in my grandmother's bathroom when I was about 9 or 10. I started filling it and sticking it up my hiney whenever I took a shower there, But when I was 13 or 14 I found where my own mother kept her enema equipment. That's when I became embarrassed.....and excited. My own mother. I found three enema bags and about a dozen enema nozzles of various sizes and shapes. This is where I got my enema fetish.

So I was acting up... you know, anger, being rude to my wife.

We were in a rental car, had come by plane and we had not brought enema equipment.

So my wife announces that she's going to deal with it. We stop at a drugstore. She buys a rectal thermometer from the children aisle, an enema bag, some vaseline and latex gloves (or finger cots, not sure).

We reach the cashier. Was really glad there was not much of a line...

Very deliberately, in front of the cashier, she tells me "I'll give you your treatment as soon as we reach our motel."

That was definitely a very embarrassing moment, even though the cashier, who looked bored out of his mind, didn't seem to catch on.

(If you want to know the rest: we drove for a while until we found a motel that looked like it had few clients. Once we were inside I was given my wife's preferred treatment for obnoxiousness: I had to fully disrobe then lay across her lap, she inserted the thermometer and started scolding me for maybe 5 minutes while giving me small spanks with the hand. After the thermometer proved that I had no fever and thus no excuse to behave that way, I was treated to a hairbrush spanking - the brush for her hair has a double usage...

The rest I'm not sure, but this is what she does when she has time:

Once my wife was content with the red shade of my derriere, I was taken to the bathroom and told to kneel "butt in the air", legs open - the "knee chest" position. She filled the bag, put on the glove, I was told to "bear down" and in came the finger. Was rectally examined. Then an enema, my wife holding the nozzle - not a big one, she stopped once I said I felt cramps. Then pooping in front of her while the teased me "I hope your bad behaviour will get flushed as well", getting wiped by her. Then another little enema.. I got two or three small enemas, don't remember, until the returns were clear. Then another rectal exam and wiping the vaseline off. Then she washed my butt with soap.)