Hey!
Just thought I'd brain spew some recent experiences and hopefully spark a discussion about your experiences and thoughts.
For some background, I have a strong medical fetish and have done for many years.. honestly as far back as I can remember. Started with a fascination about Latex Gloves. My friends Mum was a nurse would have gloves under the sink.. I used to get so excited when the gloves would come out... desperately finding excuses to be touched. Asking her to pass me things while she was wearing gloves, and grabbing them from her too close to her hand, so I'd get a touch of the glove.. that sort of thing.
This turned into me sneakily taking a glove or two when no one was looking, taking them home and using them to masturbate. Which turned into me going to shops to find different gloves to buy, and find excuses for wearing them at home - all while hiding it from my parents.
Then as I got older, I experimented more & more... I began dating girls, and would ask them to wear gloves to give me handjobs etc.. and then I had a long(ish) term girlfriend, who would wear gloves every time we had sex.
Then over time - my glove fetish really grew into a fully fledged medical fetish, when I met a girl who would do some role playing with me. She'd wear gloves and a mask (all we had at the time) - and she'd lay me down and talk very medically to me as she examined my body - and eventually would give me a very firm handjob while speaking very formally to me about the 'procedure' she was having to perform.
We then continued to experiment more & more, we tried needles and she'd push a needle through my foreskin - which was incredible and painful.
Moving on - I began to experiment more & more and realised I was very much obsessed with surgery, and surgical role play. I realised that I was always trying (without realising) to move play toward surgery, but didn't connect the dots. It wasn't until I met a girl on a dating app who was in the final year of medical school, training to be a surgeon. I'm open about my fetishes when I date, because it's only fair.. to give them the opportunity to say it's not for them. She was very open.. although honest, in so much as she would be happy to do role play with me, but she wouldn't take it too far because of her profession.. which actually transpired into her not really feeling comfortable doing gloved 'procedures' on me... she actually said that when she gloved up, her mind went into work mode - and because of that she couldn't get into the sex zone. I understood and respected that.. but the compromise was that she would talk through roleplays.. and what she'd do to me. I found this absolutely mind blowing! Having a surgeon explain exactly how she's going to glove & gown, then strap me down and make an incision... oh my, I'd cum so hard from her messages.
This made me realise I had a full blown surgical fetish!
For one reason or another that relationship didn't work out, and I dated around a while.. looking for 'the one' I guess.. I dated a nurse who was really into surgical play. She did some wild things to me, and honestly was some of the best experiences I've ever had. To this day, the hardest I've eve cum was from her gloved hands. She was fully scrubbed and gloved and meticulously edged me for hours! Not once dropping the persona of dedicated surgeon. The constant clanking of instruments, the injections, the incredibly painful simulated incisions, but throughout all of this she was so incredible attentive and observant.. not once did she let my erection subside, not once did she let me get too far back from the edge.. she kept me right there, on the edge of explosion surgically for hours. I had only intended to scoot over this experience, but as I got typing I got remembering... and wow. When I ejaculated it just hit the ceiling from the bed... I HEARD it hit the ceiling, with some force!
Moving on, I experienced a lot more role play and really found my home in surgery. To this day, all of my best orgasms have been in surgery..
But, one thing was missing.. I'd never experienced the real thing.
Until recently! I had a few doctors appointments for an issue I'd been experiencing, and the doctor eventually said she would refer me to surgeon to explore more under anaesthesia by opening me up.
Now... I had no idea how I felt about this. All of my surgical experience up to this point was purely sexual.. I'd never felt a surgical glove without a huge erection! Was this going to be the same? Or was it going to be too real? I guess time will tell!
The day finally came and I walked onto the ward, to the nurses desk to check myself in. I was half excited, and half nervous.. I didn't know what to do, or where to look. The nurses in scrubs made me feel a little horny, but this was quickly equalised by the anticipation and fear of what was to come. She led me to a bay with a bed and a chair and asked me to get changed into a gown, and put on some stockings.. she then checked my blood pressure and temperature etc.. and I began to sit and wait.. for my turn in the operating theatre.
After what felt like several hours.. but realistically about 30 minutes, a surgical nurse come to my bay. I knew she was a surgical nurse, because even though she was wearing scrubs like the other nurses.. hers were a different colour and she was wearing a surgical scrub cap. She was petite and spoke with the most wonderfully soft and caring voice. She told me she'd come to take me down to theatre... again I felt that split feeling.. part of me wanting to run with her to theatre and the other part of me wanting to go home and forget the whole thing.. but of course, I did as I was told and walked with her down to the operating theatre.
We walked in through some big double doors and there it was... the operating table, in the centre of the room with all the equipment around it. Another nurse greeted me and asked me if I had underwear on under my gown.. I said I did and she instructed me to remove them.. I did so immediately! I was then asked to sit on the edge of the bed, and remove my arms from the gown and pull it from behind me.. then lay down. I did so!
In that moment, when I first lay on the operating table.. a nurse quickly remove my gown! And there I was.. laying naked on the operating table. It was only a moment before the blanket came.. but in that moment I felt as though I was home! In my happy place! And it was perfect! The balance of fear and enjoyment was perfect... The slight fear and seriousness of the situation was enough to keep me from getting erect, but I was able to enjoy the moment and get a little aroused without feeling too nervous.
Things unfolded pretty quickly after that! It was like clockwork... every person in the surgical setting knowing precisely what they need to do and when.. like synchronised dancers! As I lay there.. I head the anaesthetist say.. "sharp scratch" as he push the needle into my hand. I lay thankful I hadn't got a huge erection, when I realised.. everyone is just in scrubs.. no one is gowned, and those who are gloved are just wearing the coloured nitrile gloves.. not a surgical glove in sight.. I guess this is to try and get the patient asleep before everyone looks 'scary'.
It was then, the anaesthetist asked me to adjust my head so he could put a little pillow beneath my neck.. when I saw her. My angel!! There she was... scrubbed and gloved, gowned up, masked up... organising the surgical instruments which were about to be used on me. I saw her for a few seconds, and I think I fell in love there and then! I wished to be awake for long enough to feel those gloved hands touch me....
Although that wasn't to be.. the anaesthetist told me he was going to give me something in my IV which would make me go woozy and dizzy... it certainly did that! It felt as though I'd had several drinks ha! Then a gloved hand came from above my head and placed a soft rubber mask over my mouth and nose.. he told me to take some big deep breaths.. which I gladly did!
Eventually he said "I want you to take three big deep breaths for me and then I'm going to start the drugs which will make you sleep" - I breathed 3 massive breaths.. and the room started to spin.
What felt like a moment later, I woke up.. in a new place.. I wasn't in theatre anymore! I said immediately... "Where am I" - to which a nurse responded "You're in recovery.. just try to relax for me"
I felt no pain at all... nothing. In fact, I felt amazing! I'm sure I was floating on a cloud filled with class A drugs... but I felt amazing. There was blood all over the sheets, so I'd clearly been bleeding from somewhere, but I didn't care! The nurses was fantastic with me, they were so attentive and caring.
Fast forward to recovery at home after discharge... and, well... that wasn't so pain free! But pain is pain.. what can you do! However, what I noticed is - when I finally left the house, hobbling very slowly - people would ask me.. "Are you okay?" - To which I'd respond "Yes thanks, a bit sore - I had surgery last week" - and it actually felt good hearing people care for me.
That got me thinking.... And this is where I'd like your opinions...
Is this fetish based around attention? Do I just crave the attention you get from being a patient? Is that why my personal preference is surgery? It's hard to find another setting where you can be more centre of attention than laying on an operating table in the middle of a big team of surgeons, nurses and theatre staff.. all looking at you.
What are your thoughts on this?