What Started your rectal temp fetish?

It just started as something fun to try as part of my medfet. It's not the main part of it but something I enjoy.

I think it's hard to say exactly what started it. I think I had a love-hate relationship to rectal temperature taking from a very young age. I have the vaguest of memories of trying to run away from my mother when she wanted to take my temperature in my bottom when I was about four or five. I have another, clearer memory of playing doctor in the back of a station wagon of a garage at a friend's house when I had just turned seven. It was me, my friend (a girl), and her younger brother, and we were taking turns taking each other's temperatures, with a finger in place of the thermometer. I do believe I orchestrated this, and my parents drove up when we were playing around, and even though I rushed to pull my pants up my father suspected what was up and screamed at me and went to tell my friend's mother what we were doing. I went through an anal-retentive phase around the same time, so there was clearly already a fascination with things rectal and anal as well as bottom-related, and also complex dynamics of wanting to control but also to be controlled. A few experiences later on in childhood--a penicillin shot at the age of eight, my mother taking my temperature for the last time at age nine, and a rectal exam at the doctor's at age twelve--all contributed toward cementing this fetish, although of course I had no language to express and conceptualize this at the time. Consciously, I felt there was something deeply shameful about having to expose your bottom to a parent, nurse, or doctor to be poked or penetrated, and I began to have fantasies about watching girls I knew get their temperatures taken rectally. Unconsciously, there was obviously also some pleasure I derived from it. I wish there were some smoking gun that could explain all of this but I think it's just a constellation of things--of already existing dispositions and experiences--that started my rectal temp fetish.

It was at age 10 when my also age 10 male friend and I were over at his house and his mom left for some reason. This would have been 1968 in Rapid City South Dakota. We started talking about doctor visits and stuff and we just kind of decided to go get the thermometer out of his bathroom and take or rectal temps. We found out we really like having stuff in our bottoms, and played doctor with each other for the next 3 years when parents were away either at his house or mine. We take each others rectal temps, gave each other enemas and when we had a lot of time examined each other in general. But always would take rectal temps. We never were found out.

I had a friend who lived accross the road (male) and in the school holidays we were often left alone in the house. One day, when I was about 7 or 8, he asked me if he could take my temperature. I had no idea what this was all about, but assumed it was going to be under my tongue. Boy, was I wrong. His hand went up the leg of my short trousers, and started feeling round my bottom. After a minute or so, he touched my anus and said ‘that’s where its got to go.' From that point on we played ‘Doctors and Nurses’ whenever we were alone.

I don't know. My earlies memory is about rectal temperature taking. And these stopped when I was pretty young. Since then, I was always fascinated about the rectal side of things and was trying my utmost to get to see or interrogate others about it. (With various results, and to be honest, I am still not sure if I was lucky in some situations, or I stirred things along.) I hated having it done to me. I didn't know the definition of sex back then, of course, but I was able to recognize the pleasure side. But what really drove me was the power, the power the taker (caregiver) have over the “patient”. Which is why I was mostly interested in these things happening to the opposite sex.

And this drove me that I was perusing “home-doc” kind of books for pictures and looking for playmates before I turned ten.

Definitely when I was in the hospital age 5 got it 3 times a day for a week

I was seven when my fetish took hold. I'd had my temperature taken rectally at home on my mother's lap in the living room, but didn't care for it. Then when I was five, I was given a shot in the rump as the thermometer was registering, and the sting from the needle made me cry. I actually associated rectal temps with pain after that. That all changed when I developed an ear infection two years later. Our neighborhood doctor agreed to see me and the next thing I knew, I was lying on the examining table with a rectal thermometer inserted. I was stunned at how good it felt. My breathing grew heavy as I focused on the wonderful sensation of the bulb tickling my sphincter muscle. All too soon it was over, but I was hooked after that.

I guess after getting my first Doctor Kit, and playing Doctor with neighbor………Lucy, taking her temperature rectally.

My sister and I had our temps taken rectally, at home and at the Pediatrician, until we were around 12-13. There wasn't much modesty at home so we saw eachother getting our temps taken quite frequently. Playing “Doctor” was just part of growing up and we would often wind up playing Doctor/Patient with friends. All was innocent fun and games until the hormones kicked in. When they did, rectal temping, among other medical things, took on a whole new meaning. To this day, rectal temping (Giving and receiving) has been at the forefront of my medfet play. I have been lucky to have been in relationships with like minded women, as well as having play partners that enjoy thermometer play.

My girlfriend who was a nurse and really got me into medical play and especially heavy aspects of it..from injections to rectal temperature taking and catheter play and tubes down my nose.

@Steve_B Was this rectal temperature episode you liked the last time you got it taken this way in childhood, or were there further occurrences?

I was on a vacation with my aunt when I was about 6 and I started coughing a lot and had a stuffy nose, so one night she drove me to the doctor.

I remember they had my undress and lay on my stomach at one point and take my temperature. While I was laying there the nurse was rubbing my butt and telling me how good I am. After that I got a shot in my butt.

That was the only rectal temp experience I ever had, but it stuck with me forever.

It’s hard to pinpoint a specific thing, rather the procedure was so common in my home as well as at the Pediatrician’s office. I suppose the frequency and duration for me led to this. I always felt safe and cared for, which reinforces the positive side, but there was also the part of giving up control to someone else, submitting and complete acceptance. Those feelings never go away for me.

For me it was Mom constantly taking my temperature rectally and she still does she says it's the most accurate way to take a temperature. Even though having it done at my age now makes me feel like a little boy I'm so used to it that's all I want is my temperature taken rectally and the other way I'm afraid of doing

I think I always had an interest in things medical. There were some Penthouse Letters stories written years ago, of women getting their temperatures taken rectally and the erotic nature of those stories stuck in my head. Years later my girlfriend was home sick at her apartment, she thought she thought she had the flu but did not have a thermometer. Thinking about her needing a thermometer and her cute butt made me think of those magazine stories and that set the wheels in motion of my affinity for rectal temperature taking. Below is a true story of how that all transpired.

The first time I took my wife's rectal temperature she was still my girlfriend. There were no electronic thermometers at the time, only standard oral and rectal thermometers. I was heading over one evening to her recently moved into apartment and called to let her know I was on my way. She said that she was not feeling well and felt like she was coming down with the flu. She was feeling warm, her throat was a little scratchy and her nose was congested. I asked her if she had a fever and she told me she did not have a thermometer. I told her that I would be there soon to take care of her.

I stopped at the drug store to pick up Contac flu medicine, cough medicine and a thermometer set that had one oral and one rectal thermometer with hopes of using the latter on her. I then stopped at the grocery store to get her tea and fresh lemons.

I arrived at her apartment and she answered the door in her pajamas. She had been in lying bed. She really seemed under the weather and sounded worse than when we had spoken on the phone. I walked her back into bed and told her that I would take care of everything. I felt her head and said that I thought she had a fever. I brought the stuff I bought into the kitchen and put on the kettle for tea.

I opened the thermometer set and went into the bedroom with both thermometers. I told her that I wanted to take her temperature rectally and she was like "you have to be joking". I reminded her that rectal temperatures were more accurate and that her stuffy nose would make it more difficult for her to hold the thermometer in her mouth for 3 minutes. It took a minute but I finally convinced her on the rectal route. I went into the bathroom to get the Vaseline and put the oral thermometer in the medicine cabinet.

The covers were up to her neck as I returned to her bedside and she pushed down the covers and rolled onto her stomach. I was a little nervous as I had never taken anyone's temperature before. I pulled down her pajama bottoms to expose her cute butt cheeks. I wanted to make sure that there was plenty of lubrication. I lubricated the thermometer generously with Vaseline and just to be sure, spread her cheeks and put a big dollop in and around her butt hole pushing my finger slightly into her rear opening. I retrieved the thermometer, spread her cheeks and slowly inserted it until only half of the thermometer was showing. I looked at my watch to time 3 minutes. After about 15 seconds I realized that I had not shaken down the thermometer. I apologized for forgetting, spread her cheeks and removed the thermometer. I shook it down and reinserted the thermometer back into her rear end. With the half visible thermometer registering, I gave her buns a soothing rub which was very relaxing to her. I think the bun rub took her mind off the thermometer. I stepped back to take in the erotic nature of her bare rear end with a thermometer protruding from it. After 3 minutes had passed I spread her cheeks again and remove the thermometer from it's moorings. Her temperature was 101.4.

She pulled up her bottoms and got back under the covers. I got her a Contac , some cough medicine and made her tea with a big piece of lemon. I watched TV while she rested and made her some toast too so she would have something in her stomach. I washed and disinfected the thermometer.

Before I left for the night I asked her if I could take her temperature again. I went to get the thermometer and Vaseline from the bathroom and when I returned she was already on her stomach with her pajama bottoms down. I lubed the thermometer and her butt hole again and inserted it into her upturned bottom. She received another soothing bun rub while it registered and was more relaxed the second time around. Her temperature was down slightly to 101.2. I cleaned the thermometer again and gave her another round of medicine.

All in all an very erotic experience with many a rectal temperature and many bun rubs over the years. The first time being very memorable.

For me it was Mom constantly taking my temperature rectally and she still does she says it's the most accurate way to take a temperature.

My mom was a RN and she was no nonsense about doing them when we were small. After I became an enema affectionado I started to use a rectal temp as an icebreaker, or in this case a butt opener. I'll start out with her over my lap for a quick temp and just might check her lube while I'm doing it. After a minute or so of spinning it with some in and out action there is usually plenty of moisture present.

My seven day hospital stay in the pediatric ward. My temperature was taken every four hours rectally during my stay.

Other than the “Rectal Thermometer," it was realizing that it could happen and take place rather routinely during my physical exams. It was often referenced by peers in school; most had one taken but dreaded saying so. Instead speaking in code. “Ya, You know ……," when describing the exam. Most were less reluctant to fess up to receiving a shot but hesitant to identify where the shot was given.

Having my temperature taking in the emergency room at around 13 14 .in early 80’s Had been vomiting for hours Was dehydrated. Nurse called me back told mom she had to come back as well. after she talked to us she ask mom if I had been running a fever mom told her she hadn’t taking it but I had felt hot to touch but couldn’t keep anything down so she tried Tylenol with no luck. nurse then said she need to get a accurate temperature and that she would be right back after she left the room mom said you’re not going to like this but pretty sure they’re going to take your temperature in your bottom I thought to myself she was just joking Around. After a few moments to nurses walked back into the room and that’s exactly what they did I was embarrassed at the time laying on my stomach with a thermometer sticking out of my butt. after all is said and done I ended up getting a shot for the nausea and suppository for the fever aches and pains. course over the next couple days everyone mom ran into she had a tell.

When I was in the ER as a child

16 days in the hospital 38 years ago with extensive facial reconstruction with a respiratory infection, high fever. How many temps did the nurses take? I lost count. Some under my arm, but rectals started when I ran a fever, and it stayed that way until I was released. Awkward feeling at first, then acceptance, then I didn’t mind, then I started looking forward to vitals.

Visiting nurse during home recovery preferred taking a rectal instead of under arm while my jaw was still wired, and told her no problem. I was used to it and didn’t mind. It was the beginning of an affair with rectal thermometers, although I didn't think it was anything terrible, just something unexpected that happened.

In my country, children are only measured rectal temperature during infancy. There are very rare exceptions to this rule. I don't remember measuring the rectum in childhood. But when I read about how the temperature of older children, teenagers and adults is measured in other countries, it started to fascinate me. I imagined what I would feel if I had my rectal temperature measured as a child.

I can’t remember what actually started it, I just remember playing doctor in elementary school and taking rectal temps. My mom might have taken my temp rectally in primary school and elementary school when I was sick but I don’t really remember. I do remember the suppositories and vaseline though!

As kid in hospital got it up bum 4 times day no privacy so got like feeling and seeing others get it

Even though I never got it taken that way myself as a little kid that I can remember, I became aware that it existed somehow. I remember my mom threatening to take it rectally if I didn’t let her do it orally or under my arm. I also remember a brochure in our house about how to take temps that I was absolutely fascinated by (I was an early reader so by about 4 or 5 I could read the whole thing).

Mine has been taken that way since before I have memories. At my house as an only child I got it taken before my enemas but also if I showed any signs of sickness or not feeling well. My mom and stepdad took it as needed usually in my room but could be over a lap on the couch watching tv and feeling that glass rod sliding in my rectum. I readily admit, like most here, I liked it very much. The whole thing..... Panties off, over a lap or on my bed, lubing my anus with a finger, then the thermometer sliding in . Then withdraw, and lay like that a few minutes exposed was....... Well you know..... stimulating! Let's be honest about it

I would have to say it started, went dormant and began again. I was 4, not feeling well for some reason( don’t remember that part)so my mother brought me to the doctor. He was out on house calls. His nurse got me on the exam table. She did the routine, checked breathing, say ahh, etc.

Then she had me lay down and turn over. I had no idea why. (My mother didn’t have a thermometer) I was wearing pants with the elastic waist, she slipped them down to my knees along with my underpants. I watched as she took a glass tube from a jar filled with a liquid. She applied what I assume was Vaseline and parted my butt and slipped the tube into me. I got an incredible erection for a little kid. No tears, just a sense of wow.

I forgot about it until puberty when I became fascinated with spanking and enemas. Rectal temperatures fit right in. And that memory of my first rectal temperature awoke. (Exciting just thinking about that experience so many years ago.

I can’t really say what started it for me but if I have to be on it . My friend Stephanie got me into it she used to want to play doctor all the time and we always took each other temperatures like that

I honestly cannot remember my temperature being taken rectally as a child, but I know it must have been, and often. I say "often" because I was one of those kids that was sick all the time with germ that even slyly looked my way! I remember suppositories more. I have vague recolections of r.t.'s but no real firm memory. I know in daycare, we would play doctor sometimes in the play house in the yard. I don't think we did much more than show and tell when I was really little, but later, we pretended to take temperatures when the daycare workers were not looking. We used sticks, but we didn't like actually insert them (thank goodness!). I guess I had had a facination with it my whole childhood, but never had a way I could explore, really. Then later when I was married, my now ex, would buy these magazines that we would read.They were porn, but they had more like stories in them than pictures. There was this one story about a magician and I suppose I don't need to tell you where he stuck his magic wand! After that, that was it. I was totally interested in rectal temperatures, wanted it done, but didn't really know how to express this to him (I was inexpierianced)exactly what I wanted. Butt I suppose that is how it began for me.

At 70, I do have a strong rectal temperature fetish, l have had it thoughout my all life and I have the impression I was born with it.

My mother was somewhat overprotective and she used to take my rectal temperature everytime she had the feeling I looked sick or tired. That was more or less every second week.

She was allways very kind and gentle as she parted my buttchecks and very slowly inserted the thermometer. She used to tell me stories as she held the mercury glass thermometer. And I kind of enjoyed the feeling of the thermometer penetrating my rectum. So I liked those moments of intimacy with my mother and my only fear was that I would have in fact a temperature and she would call the doctor.