Conversations during one's RT

I am specifically focused on having one's temp taken in a medical setting so that the conversation is respectful while you are having your temp recorded. What is that experience like for you? Have you changed how you feel over time and capability to engage in a conversation while your temp registers? For me, it's a very sensitive time and not associated with a strong desire to be spontaneous. While I will answer her questions, its likely to be a brief response interspersed with my cheeks clenching as the thermometer is positioned.

If I'd have my temperature taken, I'd want it to be a partner. I would want the conversation to be mostly me complaining about the thermometer and asking the taker to take it out, and he or she telling me how it's for my own good and needs to stay in.

When I was a kid, my mother, grandmother or the nurse (in hospital) would pass me the thermometer and I was to insert it rectally under bedsheets, while lying on the side. It has happened that the person who passed the thermometer stayed a bit to talk to me. Nothing special.

In the eighties I was admitted to hospital for an operation when I was only 9 years old. Despite the fact we were to young boys there in the hospital ward, we were silent and didn't had any conversation at all. The nurse wished us "good morning" and said it was time to register our morning temperature. She gave us one glass thermometer each and asked us to insert it in the rectum - then she left the room and came back ten minutes later to get the thermometers... At home my mom usually inserted the thermometer in my rectum. I can't remember any conversations, but she did turn on the radio before - so at least I had some music to listen to...

No memories of it being done in a medical setting.

With one girlfriend the conversation was always very detailed about what's about to happen, what I'm doing (I'm spreading your cheeks now), what I see (your anus looks a bit red), etc with lots of descriptions and sometimes embarrassing questions (do you like having things in your bottom?). Same when she took my temp.

Another girlfriend wasn't into the conversation and didn't want her temp taken. When she took mine it was always very slowly w lots of twirling and in&out, not medically correct! But wonderful. The only thing she ever said was " do you like that?" The answer was always yes.

Powerful memories of both women but I prefer the detailed conversations, adds a more psychological naughtiness!

No memories for me...

There was no conversation during any of the rectal temps I can remember.

I don't recall having a conversation when I had my rectal temperature taken. I was just laying over my mom's lap and not saying anything.

During the age of 3 and when I was over my mom's lap and when she inserted the cold thermometer into me, I did not say much but, at the age of 4, I wanted my mom to hurry up and get this process done with. It was a bit boring during that age. It was always cold when the bulb was inserted.

My sense of self was that I answered the questions asked of me by my pediatric nurse in short, concise answers. I was anxious as I lay there with the thermometer in my bottom and not confident enough to engage in a conversation. My mother would generally talk openly with the nurse while the thermometer was registering, making me feel somewhat invisible.

I don’t have any conversations during my temp

I like the idea of the person taking my temp speaking to me while it's in and prolonging the humiliation.

If it's a temp check before I get a spanking then a good scolding while the thermometer is in adds to the punishment and being reminded if I don't act like an adult then I will be treated like a baby!

Yesterday during i measured my temp i got a phone call for a voting duration 10 minutes.

Before we started talking for the voting i told the person at the other end that i have in this moment a fever thermometer was sticking in my butt and i now have time to call but i have to wait some minutes until the thermometer is ready with the reading.

And so we talked about the voting between the thermometer in my butt is measuring my temp.

As we finished the voting i told the other people now i can put the thermometer out of my butt.

The other people was surprised about this, but wished to me that my temp is normal, and that was the end of the call.

For me, silence is golden!

This thread reminded me of my doctor visits in the early 1970's when rectal temperature taking with the glass mercury thermometer was the norm. The exam started with vitals and the nurse would have me lay on my stomach with my bottom bare. The nurse would insert the rectal thermometer and while it was registering she would ask my mother about my symptoms, previous temperature reading and what she had given me. As you can imagine, this took quite a while of back and forth chatter between mom and nurse. I would lay there thinking "Hey this thing is done-take it out of my rear". Of course, I never dared open my mouth.

When my girlfriend, Susan and I play our "Nurse/patient" games, she gets into character by questioning me about my symptoms and such while she twirls and adjusts the thermometer in my tingling behind.

First and foremost in conversations heard comes from the youngster asking is "why can't I get my temperature in my mouth like the rest of the kids?"

Bratinpjs you are right!

Conversations during one's RT? I once gave instructions to my husband on how to run our washing machine. Another time we did a grocery list. Mostly, though, if I was sick enough to have a rectal taken, I didn't feel like talking much.

As a child there wasn't any conversation while my Mom took my temperature rectally. Occasionally someone else, such as an older sibling, would come into the room and talk to my Mom while she waited for the temperature to register, but otherwise she remained quiet. I actually preferred it that way as I was able to concentrate on the pleasurable feeling of having the glass thermometer inserted into my bottom. One time my brother entered the room while I was lying on the bed, bottom up with a B-D glass rectal thermometer sticking out between my cheeks and he starts asking me questions like do you feel sick, which I always thought was kinda self explanatory. It was very disturbing, I couldn't just lie there and enjoy it with him trying to talk to me.

I honestly can only remember a girlfriend asking me if I was comfortable, after she stuck it in. Then she told me what my temperature was after she took it out. It was actually kinda sexy.

Honestly, it's usually silent for me. I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse, though.

If I were to have my rectal temperature taken, I don't think, were the person taking the temperature, to start albeit, a brief conversation for three minutes or whatever time, based on the type thermometer being used, I wouldn't have a problem with that.

For me being forced into a conversation while getting my rt taken would be even more embarrassing...

I would love to talk to you while I take your rt, Chris, lol.

Cant remember a lot was said except down a bit left a bit fire

Last night when I did my rectal temperatures about 7 or 8 times, I was chatting with a female friend on here and I always told her as soon as I inserted the thermometer up into my rectum, I am taking my rectal temperature right now and that was she knew that I was taking it and we just chat while waiting for the 5 minutes.

I rapidly developed a case of rectal temp mutism. I found it virtually impossible to engage in conversation when I began to appreciate what was being done, likely as i morphed into a teen and beyond. Except for the occasional one or two word responses that i mustered, I was generally quiet with my head facing away so as to avoid eye contact during this intimate aspect of the exam. If my anus could talk, I am sure it would have said, "Oh that's cold. How deep does that thing go?" In my head, I was wishing that it wasn't triggering an erection.

When my temperature was taken at the doctor's office the nurse would usually talk to my mom or dad, whoever was with me, and at the same time, she would stand next to me holding the thermometer in. At home, when it was taken by my parents, they would talk to me like nothing was happening. From time to time, while I was sick and out of school, a couple of friends would visit me. At some point one of my parents would come into the room and tell me it was time to take my temperature. I would rather have had my friends wait outside, but I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I had to endure them watching me. On other occasions the situation would be reversed when they were sick as well.

Mom or dad talked to the nurse while rectal temperature was taken.

The conversations during my rectal temperature added to my humiliation as we all waited the appropriate length of time. At the doctor my mom and the nurse would talk about upcoming vacations as my bottom was bared and the thermometer in. I do remember one time that I was laying on the couch sick when a neighbor was over with my mom. I was young my mom told her she didn’t have to go, for me to stay, there and she was going to take my temperature. The neighbor stayed and talked to me while my mom was off to get the thermometer and Vaseline. Then she counted down the time until it would come out. I was so Embarrassed and her counting made it worse. I was also at the end of being sick and felt better so that made it worse still.

I think that instance launched some of my interest in D/s being told what to do not having control and then anal stimulation