Sights, Sounds, Smells of the doctors office

Yep, its the smell for sure. The smell of alcohol that starts that tingle of fear inside. The fear that an injection was in store that visit. The hope that some sexy lass was being given an injection and I would get to see her coming out rubbing her arm or ass.

The sound favorites are those of people experiencing the sharp pain of the needle entering their muscles or the burn of the medicine or vaccine they were receiving!

Sound: metal instruments in glass tray

Sight: ankles restraints and stirrups

Smell: rubber and antiseptic liquids

For me the sight has to be the counter top in the exam room with the ky jelly and pair of gloves at the ready. The sound would be "just relax and bear down for me." Smell: that "doctor's office" smell that we all know and love.

My favorite sight, I guess Id say the exam room as a whole, the table with that paper covering we all love, the countertop with all the drawers containing all the more intimate equipment, and theres always a chair in the exam room, and your clothes are soon going to be on top of it.

favorite smell, the exam table (at least I think thats what that smell is) right when you hop up onto it.

and sound, a thermometer beeping when the nurse turns it on. Another sound that I really love though, is that a lot of doctors Ive seen seem to have this similar tone of voice, its always calm and reassuring.

Ah the smell of alcohol and the feeling of the crinkly paper.......classic!

The antiseptic smell and the sound of footsteps going back and forth in the hallway outside the exam room. You never quite know which one is going to be the one that stops at the door of the room you are in and opens it. Very nerve wracking but exciting.

The table is the sight that does it for me. I like looking at where the stirrups come out, how elevated the back was (if at all) and wondering what the last patient had done in the room on that table.

From a sound perspective, I like the noise of shoes or walking right before the doctor is about to burst into the room (often can also hear them look at your chart as the approach the room if you are in an office with paper charts still. My heart rate goes up as I know the doctor is just a foot or so away from walking in and taking control.

I also like the noise of others in the next room - total violation of privacy, but often the walls are SO thin you can hear nearly everything. One office I have been too actually uses white noise machines now so you can't hear everyone's business.

My favorite sights, sounds and and smells in the doctor's office are pretty unimaginative.

As with many, the sights that arouse me are the exam table with stirrups, latex exam gloves and K-Y Jelly. The table is erotic because I picture it graced by an attractive female patient. The gloves and lube apply equally the imaginary female and to me.

The sounds that get my attention are overhearing things not intended for my ears. Once, while waiting in a doctor's office to meet with him on a business matter, I overheard him say, "Set-up Miss So-and-so for a pelvic." Having seen the patient in question in the waiting room, I could not help visualizing her on the exam table, feet in stirrups, legs spread wide, and envying the doctor's task of examining her. I did not get an erection at the time but I replayed that scene in my fantasies many times. Such a small thing, but so hot!

The only smell I notice is the general alcohol/antiseptic smell. That does not really do much for me.

The table is the sight that does it for me. I like looking at where the stirrups come out, how elevated the back was (if at all) and wondering what the last patient had done in the room on that table.

CAPatientM4M, you really captured it well. I always think about the last patients' ordeals in the same room and on the same table. I wonder about the other men who have sat on the table having their chests ausulated, what kind of undershorts they wore, the other men who lay back on the table to have their abdomens palpated. I wonder if they were as nervous as I am sitting and then lying on that exam table, wondering if they feel the same sense of dread that I feel anticipating the soon forthcoming genital and hernia exam. But most of all, I think about the men who have stood in the same location as I stand presenting the penis and scrotum for the doctor to inspect, palpate, and judge.

\nFro a sound perspective, I like the noise of shoes or walking right before the doctor is about to burst into the room (often can also hear them look at your chart as the approach the room if you are in an office with paper charts still. My heart rate goes up as I know the doctor is just a foot or so away from walking in and taking control.

After a long wait in a cold exam room seated on the exam table covered with the white paper roll, the sound of shoes outside the door and the sound of the chart being removed from the chart rack lets you know your fate is sealed. If the doctor lingers or has a conversation outside the door it is absolute agony. Then he comes in and takes control. All the preliminaries just add to the humiliation of the patient.

I also like the noise of others in the next room - total violation of privacy, but often the walls are SO thin you can hear nearly everything. One office I have been too actually uses white noise machines now so you can\'t hear everyone\'s business.[/quote]

These are other terrifying thoughts to me, having others know what I am going through in the doctor's office. I dread the thought of another patient knowing that I am there for a complete physical. I dread even more a patient in an adjacent room hearing the doctor's instructions to me during the exam, especially if he knows I am in the process of slipping down my underwear or having a rectal exam.

About twenty five years ago I had the last appointment of a Thursday afternoon at my country GP's surgery to have some stitches removed from a leg iinjury.

Now I knew that this was the afternoon that he held his weekly "Womens Clinc" as my wife had told me that. She herself had been to see him a couple of months previous for her smear on such an afternoon.As I limped up his drive I was met by one of the ladies in the village who was in her late thirties amd not bad looking.We smiled at each other and she asked how my leg was as I had injured it at work and it being a small place every one knew about it.I told her it was on the mend and I was about to get the stitches removed.We then went on our separate ways.I could remember how nice she looked in her summer dress that warm afternoon and went into the surgery.

I was taken straight away into the consulting room and after a few minutes of chatting with the doctor he asked me to go over to the couch and remove my trousers so that he could attend to the wound which was on my lower right thigh.As I was undoing my belt etc I looked over at the stainless steal trolley that was at the bottom of the couch and saw one of those kidney shaped dishes on it with a metal speculum and a tube of KY gel.

The doctor moved the trolley away into a small dispensing room and emerged with it a couple of minutes later with the items he needed to take my stitches out and of course minus the speculum. it was obvious that my fellow female villager who I had met on the driveway was the last person to have lain on the couch before me in a much more compromising position that I was in.

There are many, and I'm going to take this outside the prescribed (pun intended) guidelines.

Favorite sights: Sitting in the waiting room and an attractive young woman is led back for her exam. Wondering what her appointment is for. Seeing a woman coming out that you know has been given an injection or had blood work done because you can see the band aid.

As you're thinkng about what happened to her, your name gets alled. Your turn!

I get excited sitting in the gown on the edge of the exam table when I see the tube of KY on the table. I try very hard not to get hard.

Sight: Anything that is made of metal and held in a glass cabinet.

sound: The nurse when she invites me and tells me to take seat.

small: The rubber parts of the equipment.

I think of the smell of isopropyl alcohol or disinfectant when I think of doctors offices.

As far as sounds, the sound of the chart being taken out of the rack on the door followed by a quick knock as the doctor enters gives me a knot in my stomach. Other sounds are the crinkly paper and the sound the table makes as you climb onto it.

Sight: Exam table covered in paper, sphygmomanometer, otoscope. The stethoscope around the doctors neck.

Sound: The perfunctory knock. Paper crinkling on the exam table (especially when I'm asked to lie down! The table extension as the doctor pulls it out.), being asked to take a deep breath, the sound of the diaphragm as its lifted off my skin. The echoed hollow or dullness as my abdomen, chest, or back is percussed.

You forgot Touch and Taste!

Touch: The feel of the diaphragm against my skin. When it's lifted and only slightly moved...gets me sooo wet and sends a delicious twinge straight into my chest. Crinkly paper gown against my naked body. The doctors hands palpating my throat and belly. Or the gown being pulled aside to allow examination of my breasts.

Taste: the dry wooden tongue depressors.

Don't really have a favorite smell. I guess the one I notice the most is just the overall smell of the exam room. It's never been too alchohol-y; just a pleasent sterile scent.

Wow, ListenToMyHeart, I don't think I could have said it better myself!

I think i´m first, who´s interested to sound of weigh scale and the sound of sweaty feet on the scale platform.

I love the sterile smell of the doctor's office. I find myself getting aroused if I smell alcohol wipes or anything else like that. For sounds, the sound of the paper on the table crinkling as I squirm on it. I love seeing all the instruments on the wall/tray and anticipating them to be put to use on me.

For me the sight has to be the counter top in the exam room with the ky jelly and pair of gloves at the ready,for the smell the rubber gloves

I just got diagnosed with type-2 diabetes a few weeks ago. I guess all that bad food, lack of excersize and extra weight I've been carrying around finally caught up with me. My doctor has me on a long acting insulin (Lantus) I take once a day in the evening. I was told once I drop a few pounds and excersize I will be able to come off the insulin as my blood sugars are pretty normal now for the most part.

Anyway, the reason I am posting this in this thread is that I had spliied a drop a the insulin on my stomach before injecting it. I rubbed it off with my finger and then got a smell of it. I know I am already pretty twisted already, but the damn smell was a turn on to me. It smelled so medical, must have triggered something from my childhood or something. OK, I'm weird. I'll get over it.

The sight of the mask being tied along with the plastic apron and the final snap of the gloves thats my favourite.

A few weeks ago I had an appointment with a female GP in relation to a lump I found near one of my testicles.It has turned out to be a harmless cyst. Any way when I was behind the curtain getting ready for my genitals to be looked at by her I saw a stainless steel trolley at the bottom of the exam couch. On the trolley top was a box of surgical gloves,a tube of KY jelly and a plastic speculum in clear plastic wrapping.

It brightened up my not so happy day by knowing that the speculum my be used on one of the several females sitting in the waiting room.

My favourite sight will be seeing the last patient leaving the room when i'm next. When i enter the doctor office, my favourite sight will be to see him preparing the left overs from the previous patient and adjusting and preparing the examining / gyno table for my turn. Favourite smell will of course be the smell of alcohol and favourite sound will be the sound of doctors handling the metal instruments.

The sight I most recall from visits to the doctor in my youth and adolescence was the receptionist's legs, which I viewed while bent across her lap with my pants down for an injection. The sounds I most recall were her condescending comments as she stoked my bare bottom, such as "Be brave, you know you have to get it" and the absurd, "Try not to think about it" (how could I think about anything other than the shot while bending over her lap with trousers and pants around my ankles?). The final thing I heard as I felt the alcohol swab was the instruction to take a deep breath, close my eyes and hold my nose (as a diversion) before the needle went in. The last thing I remember seeing was the smile on her face as she looked at me when I stood up after the shot and gingerly rubbed the tender spot before pulling up my pants and trousers.

My favorite sight was the two thermometers in jars on the counter labeled rectal and oral. When I was little I remember the nurse taking out the rectal one and lubing it up before taking my temp. Those days are long gone with the new ear thermometers they now use.

I went for my annual physical on Monday...the usual item were out. Cheesy paper gown, gloves, lube, and that cardboard test strip for blood after the rectal exam. Damn paper gown ripped after i put in on and hopped on the table. Had to snoop thru the drawers for a new one.

Oh boy, I have a LOT of favorites!

? Women in scrubs. Love it, that is just so sexy to me.?The nurse calling my name in the waiting room. ? First view of the exam room. It just brings a flood of emotions, feelings, and memories. ?The medicinal, clean smell only doctors offices have. ?The nurse asking, "So you're here for a physical today?" I know she is completely aware of why I'm there and exactly what is about to happen to me. ? The nurse pulling out an exam gown from below the table. ? "I'll need you to go ahead and get undressed." Such power to have over someone! ?The crinkly sound of the paper as I climb up onto the exam table. ? The box of gloves hanging on the wall and especially the tube of lubricant lying on the counter top. As I sit on the exam table, they are a not so subtle reminder of what is about to happen to me. ?The footsteps that stop just outside the door to my room, and then the quick knock... Showtime! ?When the doctor stands up from his seat and says, "OK, let's get started." I love the rush of nervous anticipation I get at that moment.?The smell of the soap that all doctors and medical facilities use as the doctor puts his hands near my face as he begins to examine me. ?When he says, "Go ahead and lie back for me." Anticipation is really kicking in about now! ?"Alright, we need to do a hernia exam next. Just stand right right here and face this direction. Go ahead and lower your underwear." Those are are all great and terrifying things to hear during a physical. I know that the more my stomach drops or my head spins, the better the memory will be looking back at this moment. ? The doctor reaching into the box of exam gloves. No matter what position I am in, I know something intimate is about to be touched.?The stretching and snapping of the gloves. ?"Turn your head and cough." There's just something about that sentence. ?"I'm going to examine your prostate now." Another great memory moment. ?The snap from the lubricant cap somewhere out of sight behind me.

Sights, sounds and smells, oh yes, male nurses in uniform or scrubs, shiny metal instruments, and signs such as examination room, treatment room, all are a turn on, hearing medical words, or the sounds of machines, and the sweet scent of chlorhexidine disinfectant, or the ultimate for me, wich hazel, instantaneously transports my mind back to the school medical room