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