Klismaphilia: An Inside Perspective

Klismaphilia – An Inside Perspective


Klis-ma-ph’ilia – The fetish of using enemas to obtain sexual excitement and gratification.

Most have never heard that word. I actually had to explain what it meant to a psychologist once. I’d wanted to finally open up (no pun intended. OK maybe a bit), and begin to divulge the dark, wet secrets that I had hidden for my entire life. That I often used either some enemas, or looked at pictures of enemas, or tried to get someone to give me enemas, or thought about enemas, or fantasized about enemas. Enemas were my ‘girl or boyfriend’, my hobby, my obsession, my life.
It’s known as a fetish, which is a bizarre sexual obsession usually with a foreign object. True fetishists usually can’t obtain or maintain an erection without something related. For years, I prided myself on the fact that I wasn’t a ‘full fetishist”. I could still get off thinking about girls, though they often appeared in my fantasies, they were most often involved in taking or giving enemas. I seldom fantasized about intercourse or standard sex with them.

Boys however were another story. Up until age 21 I had not had sex with a female. I had done things with a couple of other boys though. My best friend Dave and I had sort of a sporadic quasi-sexual relationship from pre to high school. We began by playing doctor as many children do. I enjoyed this immensely and continued the practice throughout my life. Eventually we would engage in oral and even anal sex as teens. More on that later.

Enema (En’-uh-muh) An injection of liquid into the rectum. Usually used for ther**eutic purposes such as treating constipation or preparing the bowel for examination or surgery.
I think that Mr Webster should have added an alternate definition that might read something like this:

2) May cause sexual excitement leading to extreme interest and preoccupation, especially in adolescent males. This may cause feelings of guilt, shame, disgust, and confusion. If not treated early, it has been known to result in total life destruction. Most people under forty have never had the pleasure torture humiliation ecstasy of receiving a large enema given by a parent, nurse, or relative. Many haven’t even heard of them. When the millennia old process is explained to them reactions vary but tend towards shock, horror, and disgust. When informed that a tiny, yet growing cohort of the population gets off by having a tube shoved up their rear ends and being pumped full of warm soapy water, most are in disbelief. There will always be one or two who are quite silent when the subject is brought up. They usually slip away unnoticed until later when someone mentions seeing them at the store picking up a prescription.
You can bet your bottom dollar that the only ‘prescription’ this fellow was picking up would soon be in his (or her) bottom, filling it up and making them cum.

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Fetishes most often are caused by early sexual excitement attached to some object, habit, or instance. They vary incredibly from the tame, such a foot or hair fetish, to the wild, such as leather, rubber, or plastic, to the disgusting, such as vomit and excrement fetishes. The enema as a fetish falls somewhere in between with elements of exhibitionism, BDSM, femdom, medical sex, and of course, humiliation.

Taking an enema at the hand of another, whether parent, nurse, or lover is a humbling process on several levels.
You must expose your nude body to another.
In a non-sexual setting, such as medical, this can be very embarrassing.

You must expose the most intimate area of your body and allow it to be penetrated.
Many would choose their genitalia as the most intimate. Think about it, how many people have seen your genitals in your lifetime? Now figure out how many people have seen, examined, and penetrated your anus?

You must give up control of your bowels to another.
We are trained from youngest ages to control our bowel movements. Evacuating them is a generally personal, quite private affair. When someone is giving you an enema, they are in total charge of your bowels. It is they who decide when you will go, how much, and how often. If you think differently, try holding back a burning, stinging, cramping two liters of extra soapy hot liquid while you watch another bag being rapidly filled for you.

Why in the world would anyone in their right left, up or down mind find such a disgusting, humiliating, degrading process a turn on? It most often begins in late childhood early adolescence when the child is given an enema. Many klismos report being given enemas at the hand of a parent or guardian throughout childhood. Many also state that enemas were both feared and hated in early childhood but when given them around the age of 10 or 12 something different happened. Considering the following account of a klismos ‘first’ sexual experience.

“You are going to get an enema young man! So just get in the bathroom, get undressed, lie down, and get ready!” Steven’s mother’s unusually harsh voice still rang in his ears.
“This is ridiculous,” He thought. “I’m in Jr high” he scowled to himself as he stripped shorts socks and t-shirt off, dropping them on the floor in a minor show of defiance. He glowered at the red rubber bag and hose mocking him, threatening him, exciting him.

Exciting?, “What the hell,” Steven was surprised and uneasy as he looked down at his young, slightly stiffening cock. He liked his dick, not huge like some of the other guys in the locker room, it was slimmer and just the perfect size to fit in his friend Connor’s young bottom. That was a goal he had yet to fulfill. He was determined though.

His thoughts were interrupted by the footfalls of his mother bearing a cruelly ironic piece of tableware. It was the classic glass pitcher that so many families of that day had. It was truly all purpose and usually associated with good times such as the birthdays’ it held punch, the Christmases it held egg nog, and the delightful summers it held cooling, refreshing lemonade.

This day however it was full to the rim with a semi-opaque liquid Steven knew all too well. His mom had her tried and true enema recipe. It was handed down through several generations, each adding his or her own signature ingredient to the brew.

It always had a good measure of soap. Usually Ivory, though sometimes Dove was used. Steven could tell the difference. Dove seemed to burn a bit worse. A hearty tablespoon of Epsom salts, a bit of glycerin, a squirt of lemon juice, and a touch of Witch Hazel rounded out the mix. For her contributions, Steven’s mom had added her personal touch, a tiny pinch of cayenne pepper. Not enough to cause a great deal of burning, the soap was enough for that. She’d found that her little addition seemed just the catalyst to open those stubborn bowels that she felt her kids had.
She seemed to lighten up while performing this unusual task. She smiled, spoke encouraging words to Steven, and even hummed a bit as she prepared his enema by pouring the entire pitcher into the bag, making it swell grotesquely and making Steven’s young eyes bulge nearly as grotesquely . He had never had to take more than half the two quart pitcher at one time.

“How much of that do I have to take?” Steven inquired with trepidation.
“Oh, probably no more than two or three of these” his mom replied with an evil grin.
“No mom, I meant how much do I have to take at once from that bag. You never filled it that full before” the boy added, his eyes beginning to plead.
“Well Stevie, I haven’t given you one of these in a long time. You’re older now and should easily be able to take a whole bag, your sister Elise does and she’s younger than you”.
“But she’s a girl”. Steven protested.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well girls take a lot more enemas than guys do. They’re used to it”

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by Anonymous on Jun 28, 2020 at 8:33 PM

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