Thermometer Stories

So... Some time has elapsed and life goes on. Yes, my rectal thermometer is in the nightstand next to my bed and I take my rectal temperature from time to time. Sometimes I will masturbate as I am doing it and sometimes I just enjoy the feeling of taking my rectal temperature. I’ve been a bit more careful lately so as not to get myself into compromising positions with either Stacy or my neighbor, Mrs. Lyons! Stacy has cal...

“Just measure it rectally...” Those are the words that I heard as I sat on the exam table. But first, how did I get there? Well . . . I guess I picked up some germs or something, so is it allergies, a summer cold, or that respiratory something that’s going around? Not sure, but I have been feeling awful for the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting any better. I decided to leave the house and head for the drug store t...

"Pull over," Master told me. I was driving him to the airport at 3 in the morning. Master had been trying unsuccessfully to joke me out of my bad mood since we had left the house. I hate it whenever Master leaves, but he had forbidden me from being sad on our drives. He told me to smile and be happy, and I had forced a smile, but I hadn’t fooled Master. I never do. Now, as I pulled over onto the shoulder, I saw Master set...