Most embarrasing time concerning an enema

The most embarrassing time concerning an enema that involved other people besides myself was when I was young , (around 8 or 9). At that age I hated enemas and would run around the house and hide from my mother when I knew I was about to receive an enema.. This one time I ran out of the house "butt naked" into a snow filled front yard trying to escape "mister nozzle" LOL. This story still comes up at some holiday or other family gatherings, much to my great embarrassment as I have become the "butt" of many jokes. Of course , no one knows how all that has changed. I have also experienced some private embarrassment at times when I have had enema related accidents such as a bag breaking or spilling or "leaking" while walking to the bathroom from the bedroom. No one has ever known about those incidents and I have cleaned them up but even though i realize it's part of the price we pay sometimes for indulging in our "watery delight" , I still get embarrassed.

I had a date with a girl my sister and her girlfriend set me up with. We had messed around the week before. She had gotten drunk and slept in my bed. Anyway, I was in the tub relaxing and taking an enema. Actually I had already had one. I was just getting prepared in case she tried to do anything there. Well she showed up two hours early. They told her to go ahead and go in my room. My bathroom is big with an arch way and no door. It is made that way to be open. If you are on my bed you can see into my bathroom. So she comes into my room but not the bathroom thank goodness. She started talking to me. I am in panic mode because I am full of water. I get out of the tub, covering my bag with a towel sneaking it under the counter. I grab another towel and sit on the potty and try to let it out slow so it doesn't make a lot of noise. Anyone ever tried that? It's very hard to do. All of a sudden it gushed out. She asked if I was alright or sick or anything. Thank goodness she was sitting on the chair in front of my makeup table which is located on the wall towards the foot of my bed. I told her I was fine. After sitting there and making sure it was all out I then got in the shower to wash there again. I must have been fifty shades of red.

If I'm allowed to extend this to question to glycerin suppositories:

When I as a kid, a few times my mom asked me not to flush the toilet after a bowel movement. I think it was to check on the effect of laxatives...

Pecan - Same with myself...I would say a mother checks not only for satisfactory results but also for any irregularities...such as any pronounced discolouration...mucosal discharge...even blood contamination....I think that's probably the only small area that I ever found slightly embarrassing but generally thought no more of it afterwards.

Perhaps the most embarrassing time was many years ago when I was with my wife and we were visiting her mother, a retired RN. My enema desires were a big secret at that time. My wife hated enemas (bad childhood experiences with her mom), so I was reluctant to ever admit to her I actually like having enemas.

One afternoon, my wife got together with a couple of her girlfriends and went to the city to do some shopping, leaving me with her mother. My excuse for not joining them was "I didn't feel like it". About a hour after she left, her mom asked how I was feeling. I told her I was just tired and had no energy. She sat next to me and put her hand on my forehead to see if I was feverish (I wasn't). Then she felt my tummy right below my rib cage and asked if I had any discomfort there. I answered "maybe a little". Next, she wanted to know when I last had a bowel movement (couple days ago). Did I know what an enema was? I said yes, I got small bulb enemas when I was a child. When was the last time you had one (I lied, said it was years ago). Then she popped the question: "I think it might help if you if I gave you an enema". I objected weakly, but gave in because I thought it would be just a small fleet enema and it would probably be over in 5 minutes. She told me to wait and she'd go upstairs to her bedroom and get an enema ready.

She was upstairs for almost 15 minutes. I could hear her walking back and forth between her bedroom and the bathroom, and soon there seemed to be water running in the bathtub. It was quiet for about a minute when she said, "OK, dear, come on up; I think I'm ready". When I got to her bedroom, there was a 5 liter translucent bag hanging from an IV stand next to her bed. Instead of a nozzle, there was a long red tube attached to the hose. The bag was full of hot, soapy water (I immediately recognized the aroma as that of Ivory soap). She announced that since it had been years since my last enema, a high colonic would be what she recommended. "Now let me help you get those clothes off and we'll get started". When she pulled my underpants off, I was completely naked in front of here. She looked down and saw my erection, then looked up, smiled slightly, winked, and said "We'll take care of that later, young man". I was so embarrassed! Within seconds, I was on my elbows and knees, feeling her slip first an index finger, then the colon tube going deeper and deeper into me. Then the warmth of the enema started to fill my bowels, and made my erection even harder, Soon, there was a sticky fluid oozing out of the end of my penis. She saw it said, don't be embarrassed - many men get sexually aroused whenever they get an enema. It seemed like I was on the verge of ejaculating all over her bed while she slid the colon tube in and out of me! It felt like I was being fxxxxx by my wife's mother!

It took about an hour to complete the high colonic. At first, I could only take about a quart and a half before I had to rush to the toilet. When I returned, she had refilled the bag and started all over. During the third fill, she had slipped the colon tube all the way into me. The feeling was amazing! As the enema went in, my tummy got warm and swollen, and there were no cramps; she had taken complete control over my most intimate bodily functions. After the last fill, she had me lie back down on my back and said it was time to "take care of that little problem you had a little while ago!". She coated my penis and her bare index finger with vaseline, slid her finger deep into me, and began milking my prostate while I masturbated. She maintained eye contact and whispered dirty words as she massaged my prostate. It wasn't long before I shot as big a load of sperm as ever three feet into the air. The feeling was intense, but as soon as it was over, I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. She winked again and said not to be ashamed, this would just be "our little secret" between nurse and patient.

That Australian: Yep, I recall my mother checking for blood after I complained about some blood on the toilet paper. I also recall her checking whether I had had a normal movement, or some hard lumps that would justify going on with glycerin.

I would say that if there is a part you really don't want others to see it's the retention!

I would say that if there is a part you really don't want others to see it's the retention!

It is precisely the retention time is the most exciting moment when I give an enema to my female partner.

Precious moments.

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I have had several embarrassing moments during many enema sessions......Sometimes, the embarrassment adds to the whole experience, in all honesty.......One time I can recall very vividly, was when I had my neighbor lady over helping me with a series of enemas, and she had a friend drop by her place to see her......She saw the friend through my bedroom window, and invited over to my place--- while I was actually taking the enema !!!! She went to the door and invited her in and told her friend that she was in the midst of giving me an enema, and her friend just sat in my living room and flipped on my TV , while my neighbor came back into my bedroom and proceeded to finish administering the enema to me......After the bag had emptied, and I had held it for a good solid 10 minutes, she helped me off from the bed, leaving the hose and nozzle in me, and escorted me to the bathroom, where I had to go through my living room where her friend was to reach my bathroom, and all I had to cover myself was the smaller bath towel I was laying on, so I covered what I could and sheepishly apologized to her friend as I walked past her, with the hose and nozzle trailing out of my bottom and my neighbor carrying the empty bag behind me, and while she might not have seen my nakedness in front, she got a full view of my large bottom and the hose hanging out of it.....I kind of like the humiliation, so it did add to the whole experience, but it was also very embarrassing as well......

Enema loving mature woman,

Again we agree on something. I feel embarrassment is a big turn. I find it sexually stimulating for another person finding out I needed an enema.

In fifty years, I don't think I've ever had an embarrassing incident related to an enema. I'm overdue.

I am reminded of the story told by a British journalist of a meeting with President Johnson in the sixties.

The journalist had been told by staffers that LBJ could work him in but was also have "treatment" If the journalist did not object he could speak to LBJ now, but otherwise it might be several months before a new opportunity arose.

The journalist was admitted to the inner chamber, where he found LBJ was lying on his side and was being attended by a nurse.

LBJ waved him to a seat and the journalist asked his questions. After 15 minutes a staffer told him his time was up and he was shown out of the room. As he left he saw the nurse standing behind LBJ doing something, and in that moment he realized that LBJ had been taking an enema during the entire time of the interview.

Definitely when I got an enema while dressed in my sisters catholic school uniform

The expulsion is the part I would NEVER want company during...no matter what erotic visual came before.

Embarrassing moments during enema are many. I personally felt was humiliating and water come in and others standing around watching while I had the enema spoke of other things.

My most embarrassing moment was when I was 17 and passed out at my grandparents. The doctor ordered a hot soapy enema which my grandmother prepared. I pleaded with her to let me administer it to myself but she insisted on doing it. She hung it in the bathroom and stood in the doorway as I removed my PJs and walked past her. She had me lay on the freezing cold bathroom tiles and administered the 2 quarts. She then watched me expel to make sure the enema had worked. Much to my dismay, she then insisted on giving me a second rinse enema and again checked the contents of the toilet after. This time she was satisfied, and have to admit that, in spite of the humiliation and embarassment, I did feel a lot better after. I got a second dose of embarrassment the next day when a male friend my age came up to my room. I only then realized the bag was still hanging in plain sight to dry out, and know he saw it but didn't say anything.

At the colon therapists, she had just inserted the well lubricated speculum, I had a huge sneeze explode...and so did the speculum. It shot out and landed in her lap!

Pretty funny!

My most embarrassing time would have been the time I took an enema on my bed in my first apartment. The bathroom was across the hall. As soon as I shut the door to my apartment, I realized I had forgotten my key to the bathroom. So here I stand with 2 qts of enema in my bowels, wondering what to do. First I knocked on my neighbor's door (not home), then considered climbing through the transom back into my apartment. Just then the enema exploded. Well, no one came out into the hall to see what happened, so I climbed through the transom and got the keys and a mop. Cleaned up the floor, got rid of the rest of my enema, and threw my shorts away. Never forgot the keys again!

LBJ would also meet with his staff while he was using the bathroom!!! YUCK!!!

I would have to say one moment is after taking a enema i thought i was through and done and got dressed went out was at the store and FARRRRRT needless to say had to go back home and change lol

Leaking of oil slicks after mineral oil enema

I was home alone and thought great time for an enema I was on all 4s in bathroom enjoying the feel of water going in my colon when door opened and my stepson was standing their in shock. He apologized said he promised his dad that he would paint our spare bedroom. I was so embarrassed and excited. He's 2 years younger than me and a GQ kind of guy

Megansrear: If I were him, I would have been delighted and would offer to help. Starting with a long session with your legs up and I personally holding the nozzle. I even could fantasize wity your resistence and then getting you naked and in position for the enema. Otherwise.....[

When I was nine a friend of mine used our bathroom and saw the enema bag hanging inside the door. He asked me if I ever had an enema. I was embarrassed that he asked but I answered truthfully that I got them on a regular basis. My friend told me he had never had one and asked me what they were like. I was telling him about it and I guess my mom overheard and came in and told my friend that I got an enema every Friday night and he could come by and get one then if he wanted. He said "Really?" And mom said just have your mother give me a call. I wanted to die from embarrassment. I thought that was the end of it until my friend and his mother arrived on Friday at enema time. My mom told my friend and I to get undressed and meet them in the bathroom so she could show his mom how to give an enema.

We went to my room and stripped to our briefs and went to the bathroom. Mom said I was first. I took off my underpants and got in the tub in the usual knee chest position and recieved my enema. My friend looked really nervous when his turn came but he took off his underwear and got down in the tub. His mother administered the enema with help from my mom. When we were finished my friend was excited by the whole experience. He told me later that this mom started giving him regular enemas.

Actually the most embarrassing time is the retention, especially the last few minutes of the retention when you finally lose the battle you fought for the last 15 minutes.

Not that I need for anyone else to see ANY of it, but the question WAS the MOST Embarrassing!

The most embarrassing enema I ever had was the summer I was 14 years old and our family took a trip to Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico. (My Mom and Dad, Grandma, Aunt and a Cousin were all on the trip.) On the way, my Grandma wanted us to spend the night at her cousin Minnie's house in Odessa,Texas. We arrived there before noon and by late evening, I was laying on one of the beds with some nausea and a stomach ache. When asked by my Mom and older R.N. Aunt when was the last time I had a bowel movement, I recalled that it had been a while but I honestly couldn't remember the exact number of days.

After about a half hour, my Mom told me to come in the bathroom, that she and my Aunt were going to give me an enema. It was a very small house with a very small bathroom. A couple of other family members were present and visiting that evening. In such close quarters, I'm sure they all knew that I was going to be given an enema. I went into the bathroom and was told to remove my gown and panties. My Aunt was holding the red combination syringe and my Mom lubricated my rectum. I had to bend over as Mom put the nozzle inside me. My Aunt released the clamp and started the enema and I had to hold as much as I could before sitting down and expelling. Soapy water and loud gas came out with intermittent plops of poop. My stomach cramped so bad from the soap, I couldn't help making grunting noises. That itself, was embarrassing. My Mom started flushing the commode because by then, the bathroom smelled stinky.

After the enema was completed, my Mom and Aunt were cleaning up the bag and spraying air freshener since the little bathroom was right across the hall from the kitchen. I came out of the bathroom and Minnie was sitting at the kitchen table with her husband and my Cousin. She looked right at me and said, "Those old enemas aren't fun, are they?" I was SO embarrassed, I hurried on by and didn't even answer her.

(Ît turned out the combination syringe was borrowed from Minnie.)

Somewhat humorus now @Moms_Egirl, but it sure wasn't then. Poor baby.

Understand but it’s funny how as an adult at least for some embarrassment now becomes erotic

Probably "losing " the enema!

No one needs to see that!!!

I've mentioned in other posts that my story is apparently outside the norm, insofar as introduction to the enema is concerned. I was not given them as a child, and in fact, have no memory of enema equipment having been in my childhood home. . . and this was during the 1950s and early '60s, which, though on the waning end of the Great Golden Age we speak of here, was still a period of widespread domestic enema use. My introduction came when I was well into my 30s, at the hands of my now ex-wife.

The most embarrassing moment I can recall was when my "ex" accompanied me to the potty for the first time, after I had held a warm, soapy 2-1/2 quarts for a good number of minutes. . . and worked up a strong feeling of urgency. Her stated purpose was to "supervise" my expulsion. I objected briefly, but this plea was cut short with a stern rebuke: objection, never mind disobedience, was not allowed under the rules of the game. I was reminded in no uncertain terms that she was the irresistible mistress for the duration. This occurred after we had ritualized the enema session, and made it regular fare on the menu for our bedroom repertoire. Enemas ordered by her and obediently taken by me were not an item of debate by then -- quite the contrary. My initial feeling about the weirdness of enema play -- with me in the at-first unfamiliar submissive role and my "ex" in the dominant -- had by then morphed, in degrees, into something past mere acceptance, beyond even hunger: in me, it approached obsession. I was already relishing the role of the powerless one, under the control of a benign but unyielding tyrant who used enemas as her potent reminder of who was in absolute control, once a session started. The fact that that tyrant was in the person of my ordinarily docile wife compounded the thrill. But this new challenge, expelling with a audience, brought the initial sense of weirdness back, with a feeling of embarrassment. I knew the three reliable states of matter -- solid, liquid, gas -- would all chime in as I worked to push the effluent out. . . and that old adolescent fear of being "heard" doing it pretty much returned to inhibit me.

With the first expulsion witnessed and down the drain, I was told I was to get a second enema, based on the difficulty I seemed to have in expelling the first one. A second one was not routine, but given occasionally, when she felt the urge. On the return to the potty after this one, she reached under me with a gob of Vaseline on her middle finger, and began to work it slowly in and out, while instructing me to push-push-push. That was a complete surprise, and a definite hurdle for me to overcome in the moment -- like swallowing raw oysters for the first time, or having the outcome a crucial game depend on the success of the very last shot -- mine. It meant closing my eyes, not thinking about it, just doing it. I did, and after repetition of that same play, my revulsion to it is no longer. (Which is of no real consequence, either, since it's not something that comes up every day -- or decade, for that matter!)