My first enema as a child of 3 was intended to remedy the constipation and fever I had as the result of a severe cold. It was a production number, with both my mom and my grandmother in attendance. I was on my back in the bathtub, with my feet pulled up in the air. A lanolin lube prepared my rectum, and the nozzle of the enema bag was already squirting when it slipped between my cheeks. I remember my Polish grandmother saying something like, "pisz, little dupa" (drink, little ass), and I was terrified that somebody else could command my body parts to do such a thing. Yes, it felt wonderful, it fixed the constipation and lowered my fever, but the thought of somebody else being able to command my body to do things that I myself could not consciously initiate would tie my stomach in knots for years. As a teenager, I discovered that giving myself a nice warm enema was a wonderful adjunct to masturbation. I loved using a soft rubber colon tube, and with plenty of lube on the hose, I could insert a full 2 to 3 feet of hose into my colon. Sometimes I would start by putting a jug of "mix" (water with wine, or peppermint schnapps, or some fragrant essense) up on the sink, and siphon into the colon tube down in the tub. After releasing that first batch, the jug would be under the tap, running warm water for a very relaxing half hour or so. The inevitable erection was the main reason for the exercise, of course, and the release of a belly full of water coinciding with ejaculation is still the main attraction. Feels good? Better than just good! It's why I'm such a big fan of enemas to this day.