Embarassing exam questions

A fantasy of mine for a play exam is me as a naked patient being asked by my play doctor (male or female) about my sexual habits. Embarrassing, yes, but very fun. Obliviously tons of questions would be asked, but these are a few I'd love to hear:

- you indicated you have been intimate with both men and women. When were you first sexually intimate with another man? What about women?

- When did you first masturbate, and when did you first have a semen ejaculation?

- How much do you masturbate? Do you fantasize about men or women when you do?

- Do you find men masturbating you or women masturbating you more pleasurable?

- You mentioned you've engaged in prostate stimulation regularly, how do you stimulate yourself, and how is your ejaculation and orgasm affected?

- Can you position yourself on the exam table in the way that you normally masturbate in?

Great medfet play inspiration can be found in an exciting film called THE NORTH AMERICAN CONSCRIPTION, where an avalanche of intrusive and very embarrassing intimate questions comes over a young female conscript who has to answer all of them in a standing position and stripped to her underwear, while being more like interrogated rather than interviewed by a female medical worker in the very observant presence of a male military officer. It goes on for more than 30 minutes, after which the female conscript is stripped of her underwear as well and is measured and examined in the nude. It's one of my absolute favorites!

There is a trailer of it at https://vimeo.com/ondemand/northconscription

If I were in a play exam, every moment the doctor asked to check my temperature would become tense and arousing. He holds the thermometer in his hand, lightly touches my body, and looks me straight in the eyes, asking: “Do you feel that? Is it your temperature, or is your excitement making you hot?” I get lost between the embarrassment and the desire to feel him close.

When I’m told to bend or position myself so my temperature can be measured accurately, every small movement sends waves of shame and arousal through me. He inserts the thermometer gently but decisively, asking provocative questions as he monitors my body’s reactions: “Is your temperature rising? Maybe because I’m touching the right spot?”

There are things I’d only confess if the doctor kept pressing me with the thermometer in place — how much I enjoy the exam, the measurements, the fact that my temperature doesn’t lie even when I try to hide my true feelings. Every moment like this turns the exam into an unforgettable fantasy.