I've read these stories for years, both on Zity and several other sites.
I've never experienced anything like it in real life myself, yet I find the thought of being required to stand or lay there, completely naked, exposed, and vulnerable in front of a bunch of female peers and female authority figures, with refusing not really being an option, to be the most mind-blowingly arousing thing ever.
Heart pounding, penis throbbing, stomach fluttering, mouth dry. Standing there, submissively and obediently with my arms at my sides or behind my back while the lady doctor or school nurse carefully examines every inch of my naked body, while a female teacher chaperone looks on. While waiting my turn in line, I get to see my buddies undergoing the same treatment. OR at a swim meet, standing there for roll call while my girl classmates, woman teachers, female lifeguards, and swim team moms all look on. I know that a lot of guys who experienced this found it to be traumatic, but I'm not one of those guys. I'd love the female attention, slight humiliation be damned. I'd be eating it up.
As a latent exhibitionist, the fact that I didn't get to experience any of these officially sanctioned, institutional group CFNM / mild femdom scenarios during my peak formative years fills me with deep regret, melancholy, and sadness. So much in fact that it's helped fuel my love of dark, depressing, melancholy, angst-ridden, goth themed music. I'm a huge fan of The Cure, Peter Murphy / Bauhaus, Siouxsie And The Banshees, and Sisters Of Mercy. Also new-school goth / darkwave groups like Kaelan Mikla, Lebanon Hanover, She Past Away, Boy Harsher, Drab Majesty, and Hante / Minuit Machine.
Why do I find the idea of institutionally required / coerced CFNM scenarios to be such an incredible turn-on? And why am I so incredibly angry, depressed, resentful, and heartbroken that I never got to experience anything like that, except for that ONE time with that pretty female PA in my 20s? Why do I feel so shitty that that stuff wasn't a regular, normal part of my life like it was with so many other guys? Reading some of these various stories around the web makes me want to masturbate furiously, just before drowning my sorrow, disappointment, and despair in Jim Beam bourbon until I pass out on the living floor.
Why do I feel this way? Why do I enjoy the idea of forced nudity in front of girls and women so much? And why am I so upset that it almost never happened to me? Anyone have any insights?