For me it all started on the pediatrician's exam table with my earliest recollections of being exposed. I had an uptight, sexually repressive upbringing, but my mother always deferred to the pediatrician's professional wishes to pexpose me at EVERY visit I kicked, cried & fought him as my mother restrained me. I HATED IT as my pants came down & I could feel the cold leather against my frontal privates, I was absolutely sick with terror.
It was absolutely morbid, & we had a rare, slow, dragging, band recording of Lili Marlene that triggered in me that same feelings of lacrimose, sexual morbidity inflicted on me by my pediatrician.
So, at age 4 I used to have my first MedFet fantasies. In my mind I would transport myself to another imaginary place that's different, but still similar to the RL office. I pulled down my own pants & humped the bed, hearing Lili Marlene.playing in my head, but also simultaneously hearing my own crying protests at the doctor's office.
Around that time I was playing alone on the living room floor when I came across a big-ass pair of boxing gloves given to me for Xmas. Their leather texture was exactly like that of the dreaded examining table. I pulled down my pants & mounted a glove to feel against my genitals, & then my mother entered from the kitchen & showed utmost disgust & disapproval.
What message does that send? It's not ot nice to pull down your pants at home, however, it's REAL nice to expose your privates to a 50+ doctor on command to please him.
The creepy pediatrician continued to pull down my pants until I was 10, to the point where both my parents were creeped out enough to find an honorable doc down the street who NEVER pulled down my pants.
Morbidity, terror & the "creep factor" played a huge role in my sexual development, to the extent thst.even scary animated skeletons in horror movies aroused me as a child. I'm heterosexual, but to this day, the notion of being stripped, abused, played with by a fully clothed, male praternsl fugure excites me in a stinging edgy way. I crave it.
Those traumas in a very developmental phase ingrained in me a penchant to be morbidly stripped & humiliated. To this day I often envision myself completely stripped & forced to march in place to Lili Marlene Infront of side-smirking adults -- all there to lewdly relish the sight of all my swinging & bouncing private parts.