Most exciting part

Which is the most exciting part about RT for you? Getting your butt cheeks spread (by someone's hand or the position), inserting the thermometer, the feeling of a thermometer in your rectum, or the moment right after the thermometer was pulled out?

All of it, really!

Antici-pa-pa-pa-pation!

The entire experience!!! All have a different exciting feeling!

The five minutes of waiting lying on my tummy with a bare bottom and the feeling of the thermometer in my rectum.

I like the entire experience, from the anticipation, to the embarrassment of being controlled and exposed by someone else, to the intimacy of having the thermometer held in place. But I take special pleasure in the actual insertion: feeling the cold instrument coated with Vaseline being pushed deep inside. For me, that’s exquisite.

I agree with everyone who said everything about rectal temps. I love the humiliation of assuming a position that exposes me, the wonderful cold feeling of the thermometer being inserted, the great feeling of it in me warming up and the feeling when it is removed of the lubricant remaining, so you have to wipe or be wiped. Little wonder why I'm erect when my temp is taken.

For me a combination of watching the nurse shake it down knowing exactly where she intends to put it and the fact laying there with it in me.

Seeing the thermometer being lubed and knowing where it’s going next!

Every aspect of it

Being told that my temp will be taken rectally and then watching my play partner pat her lap and tell me to lay over it. Looking back at her as she shakes down the thermometer and then parting my butt cheeks and slowly inserting the glass rod into my rectum. As I lay there across her lap I just relax and enjoy the sensation and feelings it creates. I just can't get enough.

The entire circumstance. Having our rectal temperature taken has a profound effect on us. I think, otherwise we would not be on this site.

@OverRainbow,

i enjoy RTs but plugs and enemas much, much more just because the glass RTs are just so narrow that I get very little stimulation from it, although the feeling of cool glass is pleasant. So your theory is that experiencing even a few RTs being taken in your childhood is so overwhelmingly stimulating and unforgettable for anyone that it causes a lifelong desire or kink or fetish for RTs or other anal/rectal stimulation like plugs, fingers or enemas?

Eric

Being told that your temperature is about to be taking. That it needs to be taking the most accurate way possible! Back when I was a child or a teen at the local hospital or pediatrician office in the 70& early 80’s seeing the nurse remove the glass thermometer from the holder on the counter and wipe it off shake it down with that quick snap of the wrist and dip it in the Vaseline. One Time in my 30’s I had a near heat stroke and was rushed to the Emergency room because I had pasted out The nurses and who ever was in the room pulled and cut my clothes off I remember a nurse take a temperature probe and put it in my butt with her finger. after a while when my temp became normal and steady the nurse informed me she was going to remove the thermometer from my butt I had forgotten it was up there

I like knowing that the GUY I'M DOING IT TO is going to feel all of those things you mention, that he is going to be taken to that time of helplessness…but not me! 😃

Every part of the rectal temp. procedure is exciting. If I had to narrow it down, I would say that the thermometer going in, and being taken out, are the ultimate, provided that the temp. taker has a soft touch. I've had some thermometer removals that were memorable. I've never felt anything so incredible.

I'm recalling to when I was 6 years old. I was burning up with a fever. As much as I hated being naked and exposed and then having a nurse push an ice cold thermometer into my anus, I began to enjoy the feeling of having it inside me because it provided a bit of cool relief after feeling hot for so long. I think my tiny anal muscles were trying to keep the thermometer in when the nurse came back to pull it out!

The whole process of having my temperature taken in my bottom.

I dreaded it at first but once I got used to the nurse and how she did it I actually started to like the whole process. Stripping to my underwear then having her ask me to get up on all fours and lower my underpants she always called them which I still hear occasionally that brings me down memory lane. She would then lube up the thermometer and say separate your legs please and pull my cheeks apart with one hand and put it in. After a minute or so she would say ok all done and gently pull it out then tell me to pull up my underpants and sit back down. After everything was done I got a lollipop up until I was around 10 then I started seeing a new pediatrician.

It's the look on Justin Bieber's face when he realizes that the next scene is going to involve him getting butt-naked for a rectal temp.

Priceless!

All of the above is great! each part, from the anticipation, to the insertion, to the removal are unique in their own right and very enjoyable!

As I have likely said in other posts, the process of receiving a rectal temperature has involved an evolution of emotions over time to eventually becoming a source of incredible Medfet fascination and enjoyment. However, it wasn't like this from the beginning and very much like what others have said was initially a source of feeling helpless, embarrassed and confused. The feelings of a young child were totally one's of helpless and dread in terms of what the RT would become associated with. That tween time (11-13) was associated with incredible modesty and trepidation when told to undress and next having my briefs lowered for a RT. This only intensified as I got older and learning how my penis might react was an additional source of anxiety and curious anticipation. Once those wet dreams began and then becoming aware that they were connected to underlying thoughts, a new level of excitement developed. This for sure set the foundation for all those things that I was curious and fantasizing about. While there was a sense of dread associated with any upcoming physical, the time between going and being naked on the table was met with necessary masturbation and exploration of my own body. It hasn't really lessened. The belief that if I relieve myself just prior to having an exam, I will ward off having a spontaneous erection during the genital exam, has not lessened. The reality is that my exam are not the stuff of porno movies so I don't react in a studly manner. Yet, the RT experience has retained has a position of prestige and remains deeply motivating.

The most exciting part was the nurse spreading open my cheeks lubing my tight hole and the inserting the thermometer, and seeing me get an erection.

All of it now..as adult. As a child really didn’t know the difference can’t really remember. As a preteen and early teen years up to 14 hated going to Pediatrician office for anything. Mom stopped rectal temperatures around 7 Or so unless was running a high fever or nauseous. Doctors office was little different. not much of a choice very small town only a couple of pediatrician. My Doctor was older seemed very old back then. lol his wife was a nurse . When u got called back it was temperature time pants down on ur stomach she would shake the hell out of the thermometer then with one hand on ur butt the other hand putting the thermometer in ur butt then the small talk with your mother the embarrassment of it all 🌡

Laying across the lap or draped over the knees waiting to get my cheeks spread and feel the cold greasy tip of the thermometer touching my bum hole, making me clinch up

Having bottom cheeks spread open is definitely a “frozen moment” my mind registers the vivid realization someone is looking directly at my exposed bumhole, it’s quite humiliating, yet nostalgic and regresses me to a very childish state.

Trying to keep still while the thermometer is in , especially if the taker turns and moves the thermometer around !

For me it was actually the moment when the nurse would lower my underwear. That was an intense moment of anticipation because I knew exactly what was right about to happen next.

Growing up, mom always had me wear a night shirt to bed, instead of pajamas. For me, the most exciting part of having a rectal temp taken was waking up to the feel of a thermometer slipping deep into my rectum. Mom had quietly entered my bedroom, pulled my night shirt up, and slipped the thermometer in while I was still sleeping!

All of it was exciting. First, the person (my mother or a nurse) walking into my room with the “stuff” in her hands, then asked to roll over on my left side, then prep of the thermometer (never prep of my anus), then exposing me to her and the rush of cold air while under her gaze, then her spreading my right cheek, then insertion of the thermometer, feeling the thermometer inside me and her holding it in, and finally the removal, then the cold air on my butt again. I liked it all when they infrequently took my temperature. The only time I had my RT taken for a few days straight was when I suffered from Hepatitis in Mexico and a very dark-skinned, very beautiful nurse would wake me up at 5 AM and take my rectal temperature - she was both gorgeous and sweet. That was the high point of my day! Every other day a woman came in to bathe me in bed. She seemed to enjoy giving special attention to my circumcised boys bits which she took at least 4 minutes to wash, but that is another story.

I should add that in my early teens I enjoyed slipping a thermometer down my urethra rather than placing it up my butt.

The feeling of the rectal thermometer being inserted .