What Started your rectal temp fetish?

For those of you like me who are too young to have gotten them through childhood, what started your fetish?

For me, I saw it in the movie Dr. Dolittle with Eddie Murphy when it came out, and then the cartoon Baby Blues. The rectal temperature scenes confused and thrilled me growing up, and became central to every game of house with dolls. I was really frightened by it, but also super curious. When I was ten, I started looking at voyforums and things online, and started putting pencils into myself, and even had my first orgasm this way before I learned what any of that meant.

Now I have my first proper glass thermometer 😃

For me it began when I was about 4 and my mom took my temperature rectally it was the only time I remember it being done at home but it left a big impact on me. Also when I was about 6 I was sick and my mom took me to the doctors and this really pretty nurse took my temp rectally. That just added to it, and finally my mom is a pediatric nurse and in one of her books there was the most amazing photo of a nurse taking a baby's temp that I looked at my whole childhood. So they those three things helped to form the fetish I have today.

When I was a toddler, my temperature was taken rectally due to a lot of ear infections and when I was a lot younger, I did a few rectal temperatures on myself and when I did research on rectal temperatures, I found this website and started reading everyone's stories and decided to post my stories as well and doing more rectal temperatures on myself again.

I received them since birth and became more "aware" of them around age 3 or 4. It was a love-hate thing, but the love won out on the end...

I feel like I discovered anal sensation well before anything else. I’ve always wanted and enjoyed being penetrated and feeling full. Now that I came out as a trans woman later in life, I’ve realized how much I have always wanted a vagina and how strong my feminine side is. Now I’m a total kinky woman and I love myself and am not shy about my kinky interests at all. I love to get people to open up about their sexuality.

It started for me, with a re-introduction to a rectal temp. by a girlfriend. I've always wondered what might have happened if none of us ever had our rectal temperature taken. I guess there are plenty of other things that can feel great if you're anal erotic, so maybe it would have been anal beads, instead of thermometers, or something similar.

I was moving around while the rectal thermometer was in me, and I got very excited. I was probably 5 or 6 when this happened. Ever since then, I have had a RT fetish, though of course I didn't know that at the time. I just knew that if I wiggled just right with the thermometer in my butthole it would give me penis excitement.

For me this started the most awkward way when a crazy friend of mine who is a nurse talked to me about RTs and the procedure and how she found it kinda hot to take a guy's temp this way. I had never even thought about anything related at all and suddenly her stories seemed very interesting to me. So when I got the chance, I tried it on my boyfriend and I have been into this fetish ever since. As I always say, don't ask me too many questions, I don't understand any of this myself. LOL

My parents were brought up believing it was the most accurate way. So, that's the way I got my temperature taken. It wasn't just when i was sick though. Since i received nightly enemas, I almost always had my temperature taken first. It's just always been a normal thing for me. The enemas and rectal temps from mom made for nice bonding between us. Dad, unfortunately wasn't as good on either.

I say having it done as a child. I was always at the doctors.for.something so I always got a rectal temp. I kept it rectal after moving out on my own and still enjoy it and take it along with my son's temp I do rectal as it gives the accurate reading.

It’s hard to know for sure, since this fetish elicits complex emotions for all of us. For me, I suspect it originated around 5 or 6, when I was switched from rectal to oral readings at home. I disliked having to keep the sharp and uncomfortable oral thermometer in place under my tongue for such a long time, and tried unsuccessfully to resist the transition. After that, I attempted many ruses to have it taken rectally (drinking cold water, hiding the oral thermometer, ...). But with only one exception (when I believe I was 10 or 11), they never worked. I have had the fetish since then.

I think being in puberty with raging hormones and undressing classmates in my imagination everyday and one day noticing a thermometer in my parents bathroom and it said "RECTAL". Then putting 2 + 2 together and wondering if and when my cute classmates got their temps taken in their bottoms, and who did it, and wondering what it would be like to witness it. Then once when I was home alone, young teen years, I used the thermometer myself and even used a mirror as I did it. Wanted to see what it looked like from the givers point of view. Wish I'd asked my high school girlfriend to play doctor so I could have taken her temp rectally. I'm sure I was too embarrassed to ask her, even though she was OK with me touching her anus and licking it, though she adamantly didn't want me to penetrate her there.

I don't really know how or when it started. My mom always took my temp rectally up into my teens. But somehow I have always enjoyed the feeling of the thermometer. So when I got the chance and began to masturbate - naturally the thermometer came into play. Especially during my teens I was very ashamed of it because I thought I was the only individuel who was turned on by thermometers. It was really first in my 20's that I discovered forums online, and realised that I was not the only one who enjoyed it.

I think my 'rectal temp' fetish is a continuation of my general 'anal insertions' and medical fetish. Though I am not really interested in penetrative sex in the conventional sense. I find conventional sex really rather boring.

Kinky medical type stuff is a turn on for me, especially when the person is a willing recipient, feels vulnerable and nervous, but is actually enjoying it.

I have even taken the temperature in the urethra several times by getting the patient's penis erect, pulling back the foreskin (if they have one), and inserting the thermometer down the 'pee-hole'. It gives an accurate reading too.

Mom giving me RTs ages 14 to 18

I was a late bloomer in 1984! I never thought of this as a fetish, just felt nice. Age 22, recovering from a serious accident and facial injuries needed extensive oral surgery. Nurses took my rectal temperature in the hospital and then I had a visiting nurse at home for several weeks. She said she could take my temperature under my arm, but when I began to run a fever after a couple of days she switched (apologetically) to taking it in my bottom.

Angie asked my husband to keep a journal with vital signs, and did we have a rectal thermometer? Yep. I still had the Taylor glass thermometer that my mother used that she gave it me when we got married. (Some gift!) Between getting temps and some memorable enemas during that recovery, I was pretty much hooked.

In one word Mom . She did it to me , I was ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated by it. But at about 13 I would fake feeling sick to get it checked. Later in therapy , my therapist said one day , you know enema and rectal Temps are kind of a rape , especially in males . You are a victim. I said how can I be a victim if I enjoy it. She said there are many women who have rape fantasies , they like the idea of it, but may not like the act itself. Some women like both the fantasy and the act.

For me it was when I was 9 years old I liked the feeling of the thermometer being slid in my rectum.

Well I have just 2 distinct memories of actually getting my rectal temperature taken, which must have led to my later interest in everything to do with it. I can always remember being anally erotic, and the fact that rectal temperatures are stimulating has much to do with it. Of course also the taboo nature of private parts and all things sexual growing up, made it forbidden and exciting. I was curious very young so I think that was my first avenue explored.

Definitely pediatric rectal temperature taking in the latter years of my youth. First trying to talk my way out of rectal for oral and failing. Then having a nurse telling me to roll over, take down my underwear, and carefully slide a thermometer in my bottom. These actions all came together to create my arousal with doing as I’m told, baring my body, and rectal intrusions. I don’t know how everyone else isn’t in the same situation. Although I do think my rectal temps probably lasted longer than most.

Growing up getting RT taken at doctor's office was always embarrassing but I would fantasize about seeing other guys getting RT taken. When I was 18 for my collage physical the doctor took my temperature in the diaper position I was so embarrassed and could not wait for it to be over. I think that clinched it for me as I fantasized about it more and more. I thought I was weird un that il I discovered this site.

One of my teachers in middle school (who was also a coach) jokingly threatened to send a kid to the nurse to get his temperature taken, and that the nurse only had a rectal thermometer. I remember being shocked and thrilled at the joke. Hearing my teacher say “rectal” was something I'd never forget. But one of my classmates leaned over to me to clarify what it meant. “Is that up the butt?” he whispered. I could barely nod yes.

For me it was around 13 years old. My doctor’s office, and my parents at home, took my temperature rectally until I graduated high school. I really hated it. When I was 13 I did start to fantasize about it. It was strange. I hated it, but I happily thought about it. When my parents were out of the house I would get the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and take my own temperature rectally, pretending I was at the doctor’s office. When I was about 16 I was alone one day when the doorbell rang. I expected the paper boy to come around to collect for the week. I had the money ready, and when the bell rang I asked who it was. I told him to give me a minute, and when I returned with the money I also had a thermometer in my hand with plenty of Vaseline on it. I opened the door and paid him, and I know the thermometer was in full view. He saw it and didn’t say anything, Just took the money and said goodbye, but I always wondered what he was thinking.

Mom was a nurse and would give them throughout childhood to ensure accurate temperatures.

I have posted elsewhere about this, too, but I think it was a particular visit to the ER as a toddler. I was held down screaming and crying and not feeling well, and my temperature was taken rectally (which did NOT help).

Whether or not that triggered it, I may never for sure know - I was anally erotic all through childhood, and tried everything from small paintbrush handles to sharpies until I got a bit older and finally purchased some toys (and thermometers) for play.

I was 20 at the time. I was in nursing school and one Saturday I wasn't feeling well and I was lying on the sofa. My roommate, also a nursing student nurse, came home and she looked at me and said what's wrong? You look like you're not feeling well. I told her I wasn't and that I felt like I was burning up. She said she would be right back and went down the hallway to her room. She came back and had a thermometer and a small jar of KY. I looked up at her with a wondering look and said what are those for? She said she was going to take my temp. As soon as I saw the KY I knew what she had in mind. The idea of her doing that to me got me so excited and nervous at the same time. She told me to turn over on my tummy and to lower my jean shorts. She sat down beside me on the sofa and took the waistband of my panties and lowered them down to me knees. She used her finger to put some lube on my rose and then slowly and gently slid the thermometer into my my bottom. As she sat beside me she gently rubbed my bottom and and slowly slid the thermometer up and down rubbing it against the sensitive membranes of my anus. I was getting wet but don't know if she saw me or not. She never said anything until later that evening. She told me she noticed I was getting wet while she was taking my temp. She took it again before I went to bed and it led to other activities……It was at that point that it became one of my favorite med fetishes.

Without a doubt having my temperature taken both in the mouth and in the butt when I was 8. For whatever reason I enjoyed chewing on the oral thermometer (perhaps it relieved the discomfort of the thermometer stabbing me under the tongue). My mom didn't correct me for chewing, so I assumed she had gotten the reading she had wanted.

My mom led me to her bedroom rather than my own which should have set me off something unusual was about to happen. When she unbuttoned my pants and laid me on my stomach leaving my underwear up I became increasingly concerned. My mom had never given me a shot in the butt before and since she wasn't a nurse, I figured she couldn't.

Still every doctor visit I ever had that the nurse said he needs to be in his underwear always meant a butt injection. I saw my mom rummaging through the medicine cabinet reasonably sure she wasn't preparing a needle. Once she sat and depressed the bed next to me, I could feel her pulling down my underwear and a gust of air hit my butt. I then thought for sure I knew what was going on. She was going to either give me medicine in the butt for fever or possibly coughing. I remember the last few times she gave me oral medicine it was so gross I gagged and nearly threw up.

It was of course humiliating the idea of my mom putting medicine where I poop, but a part of me was so grateful at the idea of not gagging or barfing that I was willing to accept the indignity. Besides, last time I remember spitting medicine out, I remember how furious she got, so I was in no position to argue. My mom left the room in a flash and told me to hold still. I could feel whatever was in my butt was static and not melting or being absorbed, I looked back and saw my butt was still uncovered and had a baby thermometer placed between my butt cheeks.

At this point, I became humiliated and panicked knowing I was suffering the worst humiliation a boy could endure. Knowing my mom changed my diaper when I was a baby is definitely awkward, but knowing then my mom still felt she had to take care of my 8 year old behind left me laying there naked like a shamed infant. I was in shock and laid there on my stomach knowing just what an inferior being I was.

When my mom came back I couldn't pull up my underwear and pants fast enough. I don't think I could look at her the rest of the week in school. Once I became an adult I dated a few girls and confided in them what happened and a couple of them were sweet and understanding and one was horrified and disgusted that I wanted them to role play being a young boy being embarrassed by a nurse.

I came across an RT story as a teenager and really liked it. Then a little later on my friend started taking my temp that way. He’d come over every week or so and bend me over his knee and relax me with a finger before inserting the thermometer and leaving it in for 5-10 minutes.

As a child my mom took me to places where absolute strangers would remove or lower my pants and underwear and then put a thermometer in my bottom. That‘s pretty much all it took.

To me it's about fear becoming erotic following a traumatic hospital stay when I was 6. From my time at the hospital until I was somewhere in my teens, I was afraid to lay on my belly, even to sleep, being scared something painful or uncomfortable was going to be done to my rear end when my underwear was pulled down. That brief moment of fear became a turn on and i was usually relieved when i felt the cool rectal thermometer being inserted