It would not be fair of me to give the name of the regional burning event where this happened, or the name of the theme camp.

This is because theme camp leaders are very accessible and there are so many posts, that one can, using a computer, find the names of those involved in the theme camp.

This theme camp was weird, and I never expected what happened to me to have happened. Because it did, I ended up seeking out stories about others in similar situations, and found the story written by SpyStrip. I was rewarded by being able to write to him, and learn how the measuring of his erection was done in a way to belittle and humiliate him, because is girlfriend was having fun of him at her expense.

This event of mine included a very similar moment, but without the belittling. In fact, because it’s a burner event, everyone was/is overly kind to one another. It’s part of the philosophy of burners.

This was not a “medical” theme camp, but one that sent the participant on a sexual journey that included (with in the camp, meaning, with in the tent).

Imagine 4, large, 10 x 20 CostCo portable garages made from canvas with that PVC like skeleton framing, joined together to create a very large area dedicated to send the voyager on a mystical journey, that has a lot of wrongful activity associated with it. Eventually, it becomes filled with about 10 staff members (the theme camp creators and their members), and 20 – 30 participants. That is, those who are attending the burning event (which could be Burning Man itself, or one of the many regional events, which are smaller burning mans). The staff and participants, called guests, will endure many fun tasks in the tent (or, during the experience), and some of them sexual, and nearly everyone “forced” into some state of undress. Imagine a Disneyland ride like Pirates gone evil, with real people. Also imagine that as a guest, you’re not exactly sure who the guest is versus who the theme camp members are.

Now, before going on the journey, which will involve nudity and some level of sexual intimacy displayed by you and your partner, or you and a stranger, or you by yourself, the camp needs to know that you won’t chicken out. I mean, why put someone into the dungeon who’s going to shout out the SAFE WORD (in the case of this place, “Stop”, three times), as soon as he or she is asked to take off their shirt. So during the day, you have to sign up, and you are given an appointment for a psychological screening and medical (i.e., physical) exam. You are warned that everything involves nakedness, embarrassment, humiliation, play-torture, etc.

Well, I wanted in on the event itself, and thought nothing of the medical part. Was I ever wrong. The staff had honed this down to an art form, and the medical part was in some ways worse than the torment that night. (Of course, that does create the advantage that if you go through the physical exam without stopping the process, chances are you’ll be a great guest that night during the torment. Also, while there were only 6 people involved in my medical, there were a total 25 staff and guests during the night time evil.

Now remember all of you med-role play pros: You seek an enactment of a genuine medical experience. These people sought the enactment of one’s worst fears at a medical exam. So a lot of you will find this childish, but you have to get into the spirit of what they were getting at to appreciate it. Hope I’ve given enough set up.

Before entering the line (there were about 14 people in line), you were encouraged to return to your camp and change into regular clothes (there’s a lot of costuming at these things), and leave behind valuables, and a sign stated you would be separated from all of your possessions for a while.

The first moment of really shocking interest was that while waiting in line, but inside, and while we were reduced to about 8 in the shadier portion of the line, and about to go in, we were treated to a “behind a clear plastic view” of a medical patient in a gown, whose gown was lifted up by a doctor, in such a way that their entire head was covered by the lifted gown. In this case, a woman was being displayed, entirely nude, from the neck down. A female doctor was holding the gown up, while a male one was observing her and taking notes. We saw this because s curtain went up to expose it for about 30 seconds, then went down.

I finally got in, and a medical professional, a woman took down my vital statistics and medical information. But also, the questions dealt with my being exposed, role play tortured, touched sexually above my waist, and below my waist though not intimately; not near my privates. I was also asked about who I was with, and I stated the names of my boyfriend and the other couple we were with. They were in other areas of the medical portion. All of these were separated by canvas, and the room was given a fake exam room feel. But of course, you had to use your imagination to help it out. This only lasted about 3 minutes and I answered all of the questions correctly, and was moved to an examination room, of which there couldn’t be more than 4 of, because they were really well done. Naturally, I was given a male doctor. There was no gown for me, and I was told to undress to my bra and panties, and right in front of him.

And did he ever check me out as I did it. Pretending occasionally look at a clip board, he definitely reacted to my body. (It was worse for my boyfriend, who had three females smile and laugh at the point he had to remove his boxers and get fully naked.)

The doctor touched me in every wrongful way, and did all the things a doctor does, from using a stethoscope on me, to checking my neck and mouth. Of course all of it was done while touching me unnecessarily on my legs and arms, and my knees and back, stroking me, groping me, and generally feeling me up. It only got worse when he unhooked my bra, as it eventually fell, he examined my breast, and his hands enjoyed them in every way. My tits were grabbed, my nipples were tuned, and their hang was enjoyed in every way by his hands.

Finally, I had to lay on a table. A male nurse came in, and he watched as I was palpitated, and “given a lesson” each of them taking one of my breasts, of how to examine them, which made no sense because I was laying down on a table.

When it came to examining the outer area of my nethers, my panties were pulled down and away, and I was totally nude on the table. That was really humiliating, having some guy just pull them down. It made me gulp inside.

More touching, including the outer pubic area, but nothing near my labia. I was told to roll over and eventually get up on my knees, and the exposure of my vulva from behind was very intimate. I was getting a dose of role play humiliation that was fun, but also a bit creepy, which afterward made it more fun. But the worse was yet to come.

Two more people, a man and woman came in while I was indecently on display on the table, and they had a gown for me. I was helped off in an unnecessary sexual manner, and stood up nude, now before the 4 of them. They placed a gown on me, but not before discussing my body right in front of me. This included touching my butt, breasts, and torso, and pinching and prodding me. More humiliation. They put a gown on me, and escorted me to the training area. There a woman told me that I was going to be used for training a new med student, a male, who showed promise.

What I didn’t realize was that I was being taken to the place where I had been the observer about 10 minutes before. Before I could object to being seen by a guy that young, the woman lifted my gown, blocking my view of anything, and while standing there naked before this guy, she asked me whether I remembered seeing the naked patient while in line. I said yes, and she said that the curtain was now opened, and I was being seen by half a dozen others, and if I squirmed, she would pull away the gown and show me off entirely to them. I just froze there. (As would anyone!) It was weird. I had seen the European feed of Fear Factor, and have jpegs of it, of contestants having to stand nude before 300 people photographing them. It was like that, but weird, because it was possible I’d see these people later. Anyway, that’s what that was about.

I was taken to the final area, where there were two, professional medical scales, and told to step on one of them. Then, to my genuine horror, my friend’s boyfriend was brought in as well, and was placed on the other scale. We tried to speak to one another, but couldn’t. We were merely in shock.

It was genius. Asking us the questions outside, finding out if we came with anyone, timing everything and facing us on the scales. It was horrid. True embarrassment during their fake embarrassment. Then I got a real shock. His nurse, a woman of course, took hold of the piece of gown in the area covering his cock, found it, and squeezed. “Oh, is this affecting your weight…it’s very heavy.” [I’ll take a moment to explain that at a burner event, you would always compliment anyone on their body, because you’re complimenting them on their participation. It’s a principle of the event.]

Dean nearly died. We simply weren’t close that way. We didn’t come there together, and the four of us made a promise not to go to the event at the same time that night, so we wouldn’t see the others in some sexually wrongful role play. They were burners who were into fire spinning, and didn’t practice nakedness. We were social friends and saw each other at the city burner parties and dances, but that was all.

We were weighed, and Dean learned my weight, and that had its own humiliation associated to it. 128, and now he knew. To the world I was 117.

Each of our “nurses” were female, but the other two who came in were a male for me and a female for Dean. They had clip boards. Dean’s nurse spoke to him and mine to me, and because we were left in our gowns for the last bit, I thought they were simply going for fun embarrassment. Nope: total humiliation. Each of us were told it was time to take our measurements, and I wondered how they would do that with our gowns on. I got my answer as Dean’s was being removed from him. He stood there, totally naked and fully erect. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would see him that way, and also never thought he’d get to see me naked, as I had to deal with my robe being taken from me. I genuinely whimpered, and meant it.

During the next two minutes, Dean and I learned ALL of each other’s measurements. They had given him a tug on his cock every minute or so to keep his hard on going, and I got to see it in all of its glory.

And, you guessed it, the same thing happened to my boyfriend, and Dean’s girlfriend.

And that was it. I became obsessed over medical humiliation and all of its potential. But at a very high cost for the rest of that event. At least, every time Dean and I looked at each other.