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

Growing up I never got eather one but now I love getting my temp takin

Growing up in the 50's meant that enemas and rectal temps were quite common. Many kids struggled with keeping a thermometer under the tongue long enough to get an accurate reading. Enemas were a common remedy for just about any ailment. My mom and grandma were very adept at using the equipment at hand. Because they were durable and could be used for years, there was little motivation to buy new items or laxatives and suppositories.

Once the oral thermometer broke, the rectal thermometer was used almost exclusively. While we kids usually resisted our enemas, getting one's temp taken rectally wasn't as difficult or intense. There wasn't the discomfort of a soapy solution or large volume. Needless to say, the rectal thermometer, or any implement for rectal treatment, triggered some of those special sensations.

I was certainly fascinated by any of those items as well as anything related to feminine hygiene or contraception.

I was (and still am) fascinated by both. As a kid, RTs were the main way my temp was taken. This was because of the era of my youth (1940s, 50s and 60s), I believe. Of course I was switched to the oral as I approached my teens, but I occasionally had my temp checked rectally, took it myself that way more than a few times 😄 . And my exposure to regular enema-fication or enemization by Mum led to a life long obsession. Again, I believe this treatment originated in part because of the times. But after getting over the initial embarrassment and frustration over the lack of control over the situation... I came to obsession.

They are of equal interest to me, and I enjoy both, both as an administrator, and a 'patient'. My only sorrow is that my life mate, as precious and loving as she is to me, does not share those sentiments... which is a major reason why I am a member of Zity.

When I was young, I secretly used my parents enema equipment many times. I recently moved my parents into another home and looked all over for that old bag, it brings back many memories with the threaded enema and douche nozzles. While I enjoyed sneaking an enema, that took a lot of coordination to make sure everyone was gone long enough to take the enema and put the equipment away nice and dry. A pleasant alternative when anal play was needed included the family thermometer. I spent a lot of time laying across the toilet with that old rectal thermometer planted in my ass, periodically twisting it around and sliding it in and out.

Never took my own temperate anally.

I did secretly use the family enema equipment on myself.

I remember it was so great and made me so hard.

Even to just see the equipment got me an erection.

Those were the days.

Whoose

I don't remember having my rectal temp taken... I'm sure it was at some point when I was very young.

Rectal temperatures followed by an enema were standard operating procedure whenever I was sick growing up. They were always administered with love by my concerned mother. Like so many others here, that is where my desire for anal play as part of sex started.

I only had my temperature taken rectally once. That was when I was 3 1/2 and after I had received my first adult enema which was well explained and well given and enjoyed. When the thermometer was inserted it triggered the same nerves that the enema nozzle did and I instantly had to go. When the thermometer was removed I ran to the bathroom and when I got the the urge was gone. I was very confused. As a middle teen I tried the thermometer on myself and felt the same great sensation that the enema nozzle gave me.

I loved both growing up and still do. I take my temp rectally at least once a day. Love the feeling of it going in and coming out. Even love the full feeling of it being in my rectum for three or four minutes.

I have always loved both, my mother always took our temp rectally, right before and after every enema,and without enemas as well, loved it then, love it now.

Both!

My mom and sister told me that even as a toddler if I saw someone carrying the thermometer, even if it wasn't for me; I was pushing down my pants and lying down over a nearby piece of furniture to get my RT taken.

My sister privately confessed to me that there were times when she was babysitting me that she'd use an offer of a RT to insure my 'being good' for her.

RT's officially stopped for me by age 8, but I'd still sneak them when I had the chance, sometimes with neighbor kids.

I received my first enema at age 10. That was the start of a new love.

I was in my early teens when I developed a fetish of having my rectal temperature stemming from some pretty traumatic experiences when I was younger. Being in a position of helplesness (usually on my belly) at the hands of the nurses who were more interesed in results over ending my fears had become a turn on for me. Even 40 years later when I was having a simple medical procedure done, When the nurse started my anesthesia, I got rock hard, simply of the thought of having given control over to her. So the concept of any procedure that leaves me vulnerable and exposed and giving up control like when I was a child rolling over for a procedure (or refusing to) became a fetish. Enemas had become a part of that fetish soon on and I was buying fleets when I was old enough to earn money on my own. As far as giving up control, I was looking to start a post about the subject but not sure how. Can someone explain how?

Thanks,

Ricky

For some reason I enjoyed getting a rectal temp., but not an enema. I resisted the enema until age 8 or so, but liked a rectal temp early on.

Rectal thermometers are vaguely interesting to me but not like enemas. They are too small! The idea of someone taking my temperature is a lot more interesting. The only time that has happened as an adult was when I was admitted to the hospital for workup of a fever of unknown origin. Having the nurse awaken me in the middle of the night only to twirl a thermometer into me was hot. Of course I love to have a woman minister to me--enemas, suppositories and rectal temps. Yes, please!

Rectal temp taking is probably where it all started for me.

I was found out when I "left some evidence" on the family thermometer after self administering at age 4. I learned to clean it off really well after that scolding. By the time I was 8 or 10 I was already sticking anything resembling the size and shape of a hot dog up my butt with great regularity. I would however enjoy taking my own rectal temperature once in a while for old time's sake.

I didn't discover the joys of enema taking until I was in my mid teens.

I did get my temperature taken a few times with a rectal thermometer when I was very young- probably less than 6 years old. So I really never got attached to the thermometer as something sexual as time went on. And of course I was usually pretty sick when I had my temperature taken so it wasn't a good time for me.

I really only got one bulb enema by my mother at an equally early age. But the fascination with enemas is what took hold. I started playing with enemas at about 12 or 13 and the rest is history. The douche nozzle became a fascination to me because it was larger. So I guess a rectal thermometer being quite small just did not hold my attention like the enema nozzles.

When I was a teen I use to take my temperature rectally, primarily because I wanted to know how hot the water was. I enjoy the feeling of thermometer going in and coming out, but other than that, it holds no appeal for me. The enema, on the other hand is what flips my switch. Every part of it, from go to gone. Even as far as some of my little idiosyncratic actions, such as getting on the scales while taking the enema, just to see my weight go up. Wow, I am getting strange in my old age.

When I was a kid I never got an enema at home or the doctor/hospital. However when I was around 12, the rectal temperature and rear end needle fetish had taken hold and I was getting into using thermometer shaped objects and sterilized pins to be used as part of my "play" sessions. When I would go to one of my friend's house to hang out, I noticed a red bag and hose hanging in the shower. I saw it or looked for it everytime I used their bathroom. I was pretty sure I knew what it was for I finally got up the nerve and asked her what it was used for. She told me, in shocking detail: "Whenever I get sick or have a belly ache my mom puts some towels on the bed and makes me lay down on my belly. She pulls down my PJs and puts the cold thermometer that has cold cream on it and it goes in my hiney. While the thermometer gets warm, my mom fills the bag with water and cold cream goes on the end. She takes out the thermometer and then she puts the black part on the end of the hose with the cold cream in my hiney. I can feel the water going in me and it make me want to poop bad. She makes me lay down like that for a while and then she pulls my PJs back up with the hose sticking out the back. She helps me off the bed and walks me into the bathroom while she carries the bag. She pulls out the black thing and I sit on the toilet and have the biggest diarrhea!". Well kids think poop talk is very funny and we laughed silly but when I got home I was fascinated with the idea of getting one of those... from that point on my fantasies started includeing getting en enema in a big red bag in between the rectal temperatures and needles from a kind but strict nurse like the ones I remember from the doctor or hospital.

I do not remember them going together at home. Enemas seemed to be more for entertainment, before the time of TV and being without any thing else to play with, that seemed to be legitimate at the time. It was more like the way people take baths, but they also go swimming. Glass thermometer was considered too valuable to play with. The idea was first demonstrated by mom for dad, in our tiny shack, with only a spigot of cold water and a stove for heat as the main amenities of modern life. When finished, dad offered her tender administrations to us, not wanting to be selfish. Mom later told us she was rescued by him, and hugely appreciated him. The thermometer was a serious scientific instrument in our view. We also had one encased in a stainless steel frame for testing milk, giving them an association to work and difficulty. Enemas were more for relaxing times, as we saw them then.

I never knew Mutch of enemas till I was bout 10 or 12 but when I did I was hooked an far as rectal temp I have always liked it never got it as much as I would have liked tho

Never knew anything about rectal temps.

But I knew I loved me some enemas.

I may have fought getting my temperature rectally a few times. I don't know when that changed, but they were kind of nice and I liked them. Rectal temps may have helped "sell" me on enemas because there wasn't nearly as much resistance if they had to take my rectal temperature.

Don't remember ever getting the rectal thermometer but growing up in the sixties I got my share of enemas, at first it was a little scary but later found them very exciting, first memories were as follows, mom would say you need to have an enema and she would lay a towel on the bed I would then have to lay on my back and pull my knees to my chest she would use a small bulb type syringe and fill it from a pan of warm soapy water, lube up my behind and slide it in and repeat several times as I got older I would fake being constipated which worked like a champ but I was so scared of having an erection she would have me sit on the toilet and she used a light blue bag with a standard enema nozzle, I would lean forward and she would insert the nozzle and I could hide my erection. Never received many more enemas from her, in my early teens I would get home from school and have the house to myself I would use the same bag but used the white douche nozzle. Eventually the bag disappeared from under the sink and I never found it again. Been hooked on enemas since then even the word is exciting.

Never had my temperature taken by a rectal thermometer until later in years. Taking an enema is a totally different feeling for me.

They both have in common that something is inserted into your ass, which feels good. As my parents gave me enemas, the pleasure ended there; their enemas were miserable experiences and I would not have recommended them to anyone.

hankb

I had rectal temperatures taken and never excited me. Enemas did and do.

Rectal temperatures were nothing that interested me or caught my attention.

On the other hand enemas got my attention.

Rectal temperatures when I was growing up were no big deal. Enemas on the other hand were an unpleasant ordeal to be put through.

I always associated rectal thermometers with enema. If mom took our temperature it was always followed with an enema.

Both were common at our house. My temp was taken rectally until I was at least seven years old. Enemas stopped at about 10. From there on I was on my own and much of the time they were needed desperately. But I didn't get the chance until I was in high school.