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

Both were interconnected in my memory imprints. If home from school sick mom would enter the bedroom and pull-down my pj bottoms and underpants to my knees as I lay on my tummy and insert the vintage glass rectal thermometer smeared with globs of vaseline. She would then instruct me to hold perfectly still while off she went to the hallway bathroom closet to take the family ENEMA and begin preparing it. Listening intently I could hear everything- the jingle jangle of the chrome clamp; the running water; the sloshing-around of the bar of soap; the metal lid on the glass jar of vaseline…. everything. When she returned to remove the thermometer, it was always something like “Michael, mommy is going to give you a good enema…..” and after removing my pj bottoms and underpants altogether and wearing only a t-shirt, it would be off to the bathroom for this soft, smooth, pale white, skinny twink boy with cold naked legs, tummy and bare bottom all covered with goose bumps, butterflies in his tummy, and weak in the knees…….. https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16551

Unfortunately, I don’t have the psychological attachment to enemas or rectal temperatures because I never got them growing up. I was anal erotic growing up and wanted to explore it as a teenager but I felt that I was weird for being anal erotic.

Many of us grew up believing we were wierd or strange because we found a strong sense of pleasure from either, or both, of those procedures. Even though we may have fussed or resisted, the eventual capitulation seemed to trigger other mental reactions.

Thank goodness, as adults, we discovered that enjoyment of certain “unique” activities was nothing to be ashamed of, and could be an enhancement of our overall well being!

I never enjoyed rectal thermometers on myself. I do love when a partner has me over their knee or face down and holds it in place.

@Nixie If just inserting the tip, as normally used, the sensations are not much in themselves, for self administration. Very different if another person does it.

It has always been more the enema itself than the tools used to give it that has fascinated me!

Wow ! A toss up here, as watching Mom remove the B-D rectal from its case, shake it down, dip it into a jar of Vaseline, and told to pull down my underwear and turn on my belly. If I was really sick, she did it for me.

If ( her determination ) saw that I had a fever, she would either announce that I was going to get an enema, and later appear with the bulb, while if in bed, or later getting called for an OTL bag. Both got me scared and apprehensive at the start, but learned to enjoy the to this day.

I was fascinated by both. Yes I used the family rectal thermometer on myself. Later had an interest with enemas.

I grew up in an upper middle class familly in the 60's in Paris, France..

My mother tended to be overprotective and she took my rectal temperature every time she thought I looked sick or tired, so that was about every second week

She was allways nice and gentle when she took my temperature. She would tell me stories or tell me about her own childhood as the thermometer registered and I must say I enjoyed those moments of intimacy.

Rectal temperature was the norm for the whole familly.and there was nothing chilldish or shamefull about it As far as I know, my parents allways took their temperature rectally and I never heard of a mouth thermometer. When I was 13, my mother stopped taking my temperature and my parents gave my own thermometer to take care of my own health.

Since then, and till now, at 70, rectal had been the only way I know of to take my temperature. I would not know what to do if I were given a mouth thermometer.

I have also develooped a strong rectal temperature fetish, but that is another story.

As a child, I never heard of enemas. I discovered them at school at 10 or 11 when we studied plays by Molière, a French famous theater writer, who in the 17th century, wrote comedies about medecine with many references to ''lavements'', the French word for enemas. Most of my classmates were in the same situation.

Now, at 70, I never had an enema. May be I miss something.

At first, I was thoroughly obsessed with rectal thermometers and temperature taking. It wasnt until around 13 or so that I began to “Enjoy” enemas and suppositories.

Growing up it seemed like there was a lot of attention given to my butt. When very young that is where my temp was taken but then almost to the time that I became a teenager it seemed that if the doctor was giving me a shot it went in my butt. As for enemas, we all know where those go. Turning 12 or 13 seemed to liberate me from the fixation others had with my butt. That was a good thing although my wife seems to have an interest in my being regular.