Aroused by embarrassment?

Just three words for me: embarrassment, humiliation and anticipation. An exam with these ingredients is the best for me 🙂

"Excitation transfer" - first I've heard of this, so learned something new.

Being aroused by another's arousal or getting a gf/bf aroused because of your arousal (note: doesn't always work though ... ha ha).

With excitation transfer I was thinking how when young my strong interest in things mechanical became coupled with sexual curiosity - for example the way garters, snap fasteners, fabric gusset panels around a woman's crotch all became highly erotic.

That I would call fetishization ...

Reading the experience from @Phoenix7 posted about 11 months ago, one particular line really caught my attention. Now, I totally recommend you go back read it (https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=1256980) because it really captures the embarrassment-arousal confusion that can happen as a child/teen in a very vulnerable position in the doctor's office.

Anyway, so she's got her pants and panties pulled down, and the nurse lifts her legs up to expose her for a suppository. She writes:

As I waited for the touch on my butthole, I tried to distract myself by looking at the patterns on my shorts that were now around my knees and in front of my eyes.

You know how long forgotten memories can be triggered by a scent, or a song? Well, that perspective somehow did the same to me, although the memory is still totally sketchy and vague.

I think most of my exams were pretty bog standard as described by many others many times here, but there was this one time. Now, I went to a pediatric practice with an array of doctors, and didn't always see the same one(s). This was one of those times it was someone different.

I laid on the exam table, clad in my tighty-whities as the doctor pressed all around my abdomen. Then, as per usual, I hear those words that I dreaded but somehow always remembered, "Let's take a quick peek down here." Usually it was just the normal "quick peek" where he would just pull the waistband back and down, take a gander, and be done. This time he slid my underwear down a few inches so they were around mid-thigh. I got a minute or so of him examining my testicles, but then came something different.

He reached down to my ankles and pulled them straight up and back towards my head. I'm pretty sure he just looked at my anal region because I definitely don't remember any touching. But, what I do remember, was having my own underwear around my thighs and inches from my face.

With the awkward and embarrassing position, all I could do was wait for it to be all over. I could see my underwear so clearly I remember looking at the folds of it, scrunched up together. I could see very light skidmarks from past stains that were still there in the gusset. His hand was firm and strong, keeping my ankles together and pulled way up and back. The position was SO awkward and so embarrassing, but it was a bit like being in a wrestling hold, you know? With an adult hand keeping you firmly in place, you weren't going anywhere. It was all I could do to just hope it didn't last long, and it didn't.

I must've been fairly young when this happened, probably somewhere in grade school - 7-9 years old? - since it faded from my memory somehow. But, undoubtedly, thinking about it now, it's just this kind of embarrassment that really gets *my* juices flowing, so to speak. As an adult I've realized I'm definitely more of a dominant type in my personal medfet, so the embarrassment doesn't correlate to a desire to recreate it while being examined.

BUT, I definitely recall seeing the girls in the waiting room at that practice and wondering what kind of embarrassing things would be done to them. And, now, I often fantasize about doing such things to embarrassed girls and women, and I try to recall incidents like this one in order to get into their heads and imagine the kind of feelings they'd have while being exposed and explored.

Embarrassment... vulnerability... humiliation... intimacy... dominance... the sense of being violated and/or violating... This is why I love medfet -- it brings all these things together in such a sweet, sweet symphony of emotions!

-tyd

Yes. Spanking is my main kink, but it's the embarrassment of it that is most arousing. Feeling ashamed or humilited creates a feeling like nothing else.

Yes. Spanking is my main kink, but it's the embarrassment of it that is most arousing. Feeling ashamed or humilited creates a feeling like nothing else.

But would that wonderful feeling work with anyone in any spanking situation? Or only within well defined parameters with certain people only?

But would that wonderful feeling work with anyone in any spanking situation? Or only within well defined parameters with certain people only?

no, it wouldn't work with anyone and usually wouldn't. I think it's quite difficult to create genuine shame or embarrassment with someone where you've basically volunteered yourself for it. And there are fantasies in which I can think about the *idea* of shame that I'd run a mile from if they actually happened.

And there are fantasies in which I can think about the *idea* of shame that I'd run a mile from if they actually happened.

And that is when our (hopefully apocryphal) deathbed regrets come into play ... we could've, but didn't ... ha ha ha

During the real situation, it's not quite likely I will be aroused going through embarrassment. The most would be excitement - that thrill knowing what used to be imagined was now happening. It'd get my heart racing for sure.

However, I'm more aroused by the idea of making conscription-style thorough exams compulsory for all men (including me of course), especially the younger guys. Imagine being in a college knowing your male classmates, however shy, also have to bare it all. Double standard makes it hotter, with a realization that only men are forced to shred their modesty, possibly with some samples taken and ladies becoming curious of what happen in our exams.

Though, I must confess I'm pretty ambivalent - in principle, I'm all for equal treatments of all gender and de facto go against the above situation. However, such fantasy is still arousing anyway lol!

Embarrassment always heightens the feelings inside me knowing that I am being told to take my clothes off from the waist down and get on my stomach or bend over. As I wait for my bottom to take the thermometer, the feelings get stronger knowing that the giver fully clothed, can see my bare bottom and will be soon be in charge of slowly sliding in the thermometer and watching it. I can remember growing up in the 60's at the Doctor's office, there was no privacy as the office was the main floor of a house (entering into the living room area waiting area which had a large archway into the office and exam area (could have been a dining room/kitchen). it all seemed like one big room where you could see everything. My mom, grandmother or aunt would sit and wait until I was called. Once called, they would walk me back to the reception area where the nurse at the desk would tell me to take off my clothes and bend over as she let me know i was getting a thermometer in my heiney. I obliged as my mom, grandmother or aunt and others in the waiting room could see my exposed bottom leaning over the desk with a rectal thermometer sticking out. this lasted for what seemed like an eternity but soon developed into feeling butterflies along with the embarrassment. There would be one or 2 or 3 other children in the same situation. I can remember that there was a round kids table with books on it and old fashioned potty chairs without the bowl. Once the nurse felt the thermometer was secure, she took us over to the table to sit and wait for the doctor. She was very careful to make sure our bottoms and the protruding thermometer were carefully placed over the opening in the chair seat. while my Mom and grandmother/aunt waited close by on a couch or chairs. I remember I felt watched by everyone in the waiting room. Once called by the doctor, the nurse would carefully help me get up and go around the corner to the doctor which was a semi private area only my mom,, grandmother/aunt, the nurse and other children at the table could see. The doctor would then remove the thermometer and begin his exam. I have to add that he was an older German man, Dr. Sheleva. I think that was the very beginning of my love for thermometers in my bottom that just kept growing as i got older. He was my doctor until i was 12 then we moved and my mom found another just like him. Wish I could recreate those days....

Laura,

How old were these patients? It seems like a dangerous procedure the nurse used. If you don't control the thermometer and the patient's movements, the thermometer could slip up into the rectum, break, or fall out. Or, if I understand the set-up, the thermometer could stimulate a bowel movement and leave a mess on the floor. At what age did this dr. switch to oral temps or at least give the patient some privacy?

This doesn't relate to a medical exam, but two or three times I went to the store to deliberately make "embarrassing" purchases, which I found arousing. Perhaps there's a touch of exhibitionism as well. I selected a box of tampons, a bra and panties, some women's razors and a Cosmopolitan magazine. I spread out my purchases on the belt at the check-out. There were two attractive young women in front of me, and an older woman who gave me dirty looks behind me. When it was my turn, the female cashier held up the bra for all to see and asked if I would like to keep the hanger. "No thanks". Would I like a bag? "Yes please" , and off I went.

@Nero

I was a young child when this happened in the 1960s. The other children were around the same age (under 5) Orals were never an option. I don't know any more than that.

I like accidental self-embarrassment themes. Not the embarrassment/humiliation caused by others, but my physically or mentally helpless character being embarrassing through their own behaviours. I like to add voyeurism elements to my written roleplay scenes also.

K.

Embarrassment is definitely my primary source of arousal in medical exams and tests. While I enjoy the medical aspect just as much I believe it is the embarrassment that is the basis of my fetish.

I am not sure if its a chicken or egg thing, but yes lol.

Most my exams as a play patient I've been naked in front of my play doctor. The first time I did it I was VERY shy and embarrassed about it, though subsequently I found it made the dynamics more fun. There are definitely multiple periods during the exam where the play doctor does something that makes me more aroused, get erect, etc., and I find that embarrassing at times as I can't really "shield" or "hide" myself becoming erect or having prostate fluid leaking a little bit. I think that embarrassment makes the experience more fun that specifically more "embarrassing" for me.

Yes, but in an abstract way. Like I don't want to go through that! But I love reading good fantasy writing from great authors that really gets into the psychology, not just the physical parts. So that I can really appreciate what the poor patient is going through, and what the provider is thinking and feeling too. That's a kind of writing that is not so easy to find though!

I can fully understand that. For me, embarrassment also plays one of the biggest roles. Of course, I enjoy the exams, especially in the most intimate places, but even the idea of being naked in front of a clothed play doctor and having to spread my legs in front of him makes me get wet at that moment. 😉

To be the only one naked in front of doctors is great, they have power over me, they tell me, get naked, and they stay closed. if I had a penis, I would get an erection when they tell me to undress. ^^

I think I do..I remember being caught masturbating when growing up and always the orgasm felt more intense.

For me at a very early age I had to be given enemas. It was because I would hold off going to the bathroom for so long it seemed impossible. The only way my parents and doctor were able to get it going was to use old fashioned enema bag type enemas to flush me out. Natually they were mostly terrifying for me at only age 5. Yes most of it yes was due to embarrassment but also I gainned a special relationship toward my mom who was helping me in this and the nurse at the doctors office. They were in control of me right down to the most private of areas in life. Controling my bathroom goings on. Nothing says caring more than this... As I continued to require enemas I got less terrified and more excepting of what was going on. I still remember not being happy about having something stuck up my most private of areas and making me go poop like no other but it was what I needed and I knew it and my mom was caring for me at a very deep level. It's something one really does not understand unless you have gone though it as you grow up. Anyone else understand this like I do.. Is it embarrassing yes but it's all connected to a bigger feeling but I can't really explain it more than I did here... Anyone else that can relate please respond. I want to try to figure out what it all was about.