Enemas and rectal thermometers. Were you fascinated by one or both?

Forever Julia: With today's fast electronic thermometers, there is no point not taking a rectal temperature prior to a enema, in case of any doubt regarding a possible fever, I mean, if you're curing a stomach ache, why not check there is an infection or other illness?

I like them both.

As a child I do not remember playing with the rectal thermometer but after seeing mom use it on my little sister, I remember sticking a crayon in my ass as a pretend thermometer. I did not begin using a rectal thermometer on myself until after I had my own kids. One day after using it on one of them, I just had to try it on myself. It was fun. These days I have several, and use a digital thermometer most often. I like to take my temperature before and after an enema to see if it has any effect. Sometimes I will insert the thermometer immediately after taking and holding a nice warm enema. It will show an increase for just a few minutes. It only takes about five minutes for a warm enema to cool off to body temperature. I also use the digital thermometer to check the enema solution before it goes in.

My use of enemas has been more continuous. Besides those from mom as needed, I started playing with the bulb in the bathtub at about eight years old. By twelve, mom was quite aware I was giving myself enemas and I no longer got them from her.

I think most of us who like enemas also like rectal thermometers for play.

I use a triangular glass rectal thermometer prior to giving an enema to my playmates and yes, they do the same on me. I consider it enema foreplay. It is absolutely amazing the sensation this thin glass probe provides. Perhaps the difference as children, it was just inserted and left for the required time. Have your partner insert, twist and turn and go in and out. You may find you enjoy the sensations very much, it certainly does not take the place of the main event... the enema of your choice. I can only find digital thermometers in drug stores, so I found good ole Amazon came to the rescue ... http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001XQY4CK?psc=1&redirect=true&ref_=oh_aui_detailpage_o01_s00

Tested it out on my "of age" little girl who enjoyed it very, very much.

That is the one!!! :-))

Fascinated and loved both as a child and an adult

Both were part and parcel of my upbringing. Suppositories were also commonplace as well. It was not unusual to have my temperature taken, followed by a glycerine suppository and finally an enema to clear things out. This procedure was not haphazard, rather it was carefully administered by my mother on a somewhat regular basis. I grew to accept these treatments without argument or question.

I was fascinated by all things rectal from an early age. Though my temp was only taken there a handfull of times, I loved it, and did it privately for my entire life. I didn't really learn to love enemas until I was abt 12, then only small ones.

I received enemas (warm SSE's) as a young child whenever I had been sick for more than a couple days or so, but always got my temperature taken orally, except when I was in the hospital for a week recovering from a badly sprained and broken leg. Then I got my temperature taken rectally every 4 hours around the clock. Because I enjoyed rectal stimulation, I gave myself rectal temperatures in later years.

I mentioned on another thread that I had a fair number of RT's over my childhood and teen years, but I'm still not sure if my vague recall of mom giving me an enema was real or not. I enjoyed the RT's a lot, and mom kept a douche/enema bag hanging in their bathroom all the time, so gradually figured out that I loved the rubber smell of her bag and the feel of one of her nozzles in my backside. I started giving myself very small enemas and pretty quickly decided I loved them and went up to a whole bag at a time, loving every second of it. And yes, I was scrupulously attentive and thoroughly washed and rinsed everything after use before replacing it. Actually, I wonder if my mom, a very astute woman and RN, ever figured out what I was doing................? Thanks, mom!

Eric

"loved the rubber smell of her bag and the feel of one of her nozzles in my backside"

That no doubt was a hidden subliminal from your earliest of times when comfort came and calmed pouring tears. As baby scream and cry, I suspect they are in a terrible condition with undeveloped nerves all jagged like. And when mommy plays her tender music causing the tears to become smiles, what ever is involved gets set deep into our early psyche. Certain smells even at 71 can still take me places quickly and automatically with such distraction that i will occasionally get chills.

I don't remember being interested in having my temperature taken rectally until after getting enemas. I would get butterflies if I knew I was going to have it done, and I like the inserting and withdrawing of the thermometer. I also liked how you can feel the thermometer be cold at first, but then warm up by the time it is taken out. I remember numerous times secretly taking my temperature with one of the 2 glass thermometers that were kept in the cabinet in the bathroom.

I now use the ear thermometers on my children.

When I was growing up, we received enemas every Saturday.

"loved the rubber smell of her bag and the feel of one of her nozzles in my backside"

..........................and when mommy plays her tender music causing the tears to become smiles, what ever is involved gets set deep into our early psyche. Certain smells even at 71 can still take me places quickly and automatically with such distraction that i will occasionally get chills.

Lzrd,

Yes, I agree completely. I'm virtually certain I had enemas somewhere/sometime during childhood, as I had a number of hospitalizations for plastic surgery and woke up with not only a bandaged lip but also restriction casts over both elbows to keep my little wandering pediatric hands away from the bandages. But I have no conscious recall of any enema that I would bank on as being real. I do clearly remember driving home from the hospital once laying in the back of my parents' station wagon, and also of mom ever so carefully washing my stitches and replacing the bandages. Later, I recall her (RN) removing the stitches, but memories of any enemas elude me.

Pertaining to your comments above, I have pondered for decades what effect those early multiple surgeries had on my psyche, but even having seen some psychiatrists about it, it's still largely a mysterious guessing game for me. I'll just go ahead and enjoy my kinks and possibly thank mom not only for her deeply loving and professional postop care, but for having fascinating things to play with and learn from, like nozzles, latex tubing and enema bags. ?

One time I had the house to myself and was going to do some enemas. I decided to finish with a rectal temp. I was now on my back with the glass thermometer in my hand and saw my erection. I wondered what the penal temperature would be, I slipped the thermometer in the small hole and it felt good. I just watched it and dozed off for a minute. When In woke up the erection was gone and so was the glass thermometer I knew where it was so I carefully rolled over and got on my knees. About a minute later it slid out. I never did it again and do not recommend it.

Growing up, enemas were used quite often as well as getting one's temperature taken rectally. two things I vividly remember are the feeling of aunties separating my cheeks and the coolness of the thermometer sliding into my behind.. I now know the ease of the thermometer sliding into me and the coolness was due to the Vaseline on the thermometer. When I was a teenager, I would sneak the rectal thermometer into bed with me and use it on myself - not for finding out my temperature but for a masturbation tool.

I started to use the family's enema bulb on myself around 11 or so. Giving myself one or getting it from auntie pleased me to no end. However, she did not know. When I was young, my older female cousin was my auntie's enemas helper - helping auntie with enemas given to me (when I was young) and my younger cousins. Occasionally, when aunt was away for several days or if auntie was busy, auntie had my cousin give me an enema. I got a few from her. Eventually, my cousin found out (she asked me if I liked it after she gave me one while auntie was away). I told her I did.

She didn't tell auntie. She gave me quite a few afterwards when Auntie was away from the house.

I recalled getting rectal temperatures at an early age, maybe 3-4 years young, and mom had a little baby bulb that I received a few squirts from. Neither devices hurt and I guess I cried from fear, certainly it didn't hurt. By age 7, I was hospitalized for tonsil removal. That was pretty scary because the nurses did rectal temps. That evening, I could hear nurses giving other kids enemas. It was a kids ward and there was no privacy. I watched the boy next to me get his enema; he cried a lot. Then it was my turn. The nurse was very methodical, turned me on my belly, spread my cheeks and took my temp with a gooey thermometer. Then she set up the can syringe, lubed the nozzle and stuck it in my butt. It was my first flowing enema. It felt warm like my gut was being flooded. I didn't cry. Months later mom gave me my first red bag enema at home. Thats another story and pathway.

I di also get rectal temps. More often than enemas. But enemas followed having temp taken. A good indication that I was going to get an enema was if I was told not to put my PJ bottoms back on .

When I was growing up I had the one enema and hated it. I didn't mind rectal thermometers. I liked the cold glass when I was really young. I only had that once when I was older. But I still thought anything back there was dirty.

If I drank anything in the hour prior to saying that I felt sick, I was over a knee with the thermometer inside me within a few minutes. If I had a fever enemas were common. I was more fascinated with the enemas, the thermometer always felt like it was going to come out at any time.

I enjoy both about the same amount. It's diffently an erotica experience. I have never been given a rectal temp by a nurse but I feel that situation could heat up rather quickly of you know what I mean.

I was very sensitive to the smells of enema equipment and the rectal thermometer before mom cleaned it off. These memories are imprinted. When ever I smelled the familiar aroma of an enema bag or any kind of rubber smell I would get an erection. Same for the rectal thermometer of which there was one for all 5 of us.

I have vivid memories of mom walking in my room with the thermometer and vasaline. It was very common then. Many times if i had a fever or was just sick that would be followed up with an enema. i can remember asking if i had bottoms on and if i did to slide them off, she was extremely clinical about it and if she felt i needed an enema after i would be marched into the bathroom

Rectal temperatures are another fetish of mine. While mom stopped using them on me when I was 10 or so (apart from a couple memorable times) I already had developed a fetish for them. I have even purchased (thanks E-Bay!) a nice, old-time rectal thermometer for my own fantasy sessions 😃.

I never knew there WAS such thing as a rectal thermometer til I got on zity.

I do not remember having my temperature taken rectally by anyone. It must have stopped before my memory got good. I did see my sister and one of my younger cousins get theirs taken rectally and it did make me think about it. I remember using a crayon with the paper removed as a play thermometer a few times. I did like the feeling but never used a real thermometer until years later when I had my own kids. After using the rectal thermometer on my daughter, I had to try it on myself after I put her down for a nap. First time in maybe twenty years that a thermometer was in my own rectum. I can't say I am fascinated by rectal temperatures although I do admit to using them from time to time now, just for fun. Of course, a quick read digital is quite handy for checking enema temperature too.

When my fetish started to take hold, it was mainly centered around having my rectal temperature taken by an attractive nurse. I started by using the rectal thermometer in the medicine chest. When that broke, I found one of those drink mixers until I could scrape the money together to buy my own real thermometer. Later on I started developing fantasies involving, enemas, but we did not have enema equipment at our house, so I had to wait until I could afford a fleet. Also during that time I became interested in IM shots, suppositories, pre-op shaving, scope/dilation exams and OR/anesthesia scenes. Always being administered by an attractive female doctor or nurse. Almost any procedure that could be done while laying on my belly, giving control of my body to a female health professional. The idea of lying on my belly in a hospital gown and tighty whity undies, not knowing what "she" was going to do to me was such a turn on.

I strongly associate having my temp taken with enemas, pretty almost always had mine taken before receiving my enemas. Have vivid memories of standing there totally nude and exposed and watching her shake it down. Then it was over her knee, for 3 minutes. A shame more moms are not believers now

I think I was born with an enema/RT fetish. It must have started before actual memory. The fetish has always been a part of who I am. It has never interfered with my ability to enjoy normal relationships nor has it every caused me any quilt. It is just "a something" that resides in that place where my inner child lives. I find it interesting that my fetish is more and idea/fantasy then any kind of reality. I have no real desire to give or take enemas...I do not own any equipment. But, I love to fantasize and to listen/share with others about their fantasy.

I remember having my temperature taken rectally when in the hospital around 7 years of age. It was embarrassing, but not unpleasant. After returning home I looked for things to put in my butt to simulate rectal temperature experience.