Non-medical situations with authority figures

Many have posted about their exam experiences with very authoritative doctors, where as a patient you had no choice but to submit to his or her requests. I remember being in a similar situation where I felt the same way did at the doctor when I was younger, and wonder if anyone has similar experiences outside of a medical setting.

Thirty years ago I was sent by my company to do some consulting in another state for the state project. Because I was to have access to certain documents, I needed a background check. This included fingerprints - so I was sent to a state trooper barracks in that state to have my fingerprints taken. This was the old school of fingerprinting, with inking of the fingers and rolling them onto a special piece of cardstock.

I do not remember how the appointment was set up, but after a meeting a was told to go to a particular state trooper building with a letter of explanation. I was wearing a suit and tie, and being the winter, a heavy overcoat. When I arrived at the building a was escorted back to the area where it appeared they would process people who had been arrested. I was sat on a bench to await the person who would take the prints.

After 15 or 20 minutes a 6+ foot tall trooper, a trim guy with a mustache and a crew cut, came and got me. He escorted me through a heavy steel door, ordered me to hang my overcoat on a coat rack. We went through another door and turned a corner to where the fingerprint station was located. He then said "take off your jacket and tie and put them on that chair." Then, "take off your watch." At that point my mind started spinning... what next? Luckily, he followed with "roll up your sleeves." From there he took my right hand and took each finger in his hands, rolled it in the ink, and then rolled each finger on the card. There was also a 'group print' of the four fingers together. He then repeated the process on my left hand.

While he was not rude, the trooper was all business. When asked me to start removing articles of clothing, I was wondering 'how far is this going to go?' Once he grabbed my hands with his big, strong mitts I had to relinquish control to him. He towered over me and never said anything more than directions. Even when he was finished, he pointed to some wipes and said "use that to clean your hands, then I'll take you out."

So while I was not as vulnerable as I have felt at the doctor, there was definitely something odd and exciting about the process. Anyone have a similar experience?

Sounds like a pretty reasonable procedure to avoid getting ink on your jacket shirt ot tie. He seemed to simply be sufficient and direct, per his training.

Love your experience - very intriguing!

The only similar experience for me involved being taken to a nutritionist by my boxing coach in my 20s. This lacked the official-ness of authority of your experience (an element I really liked).

My boxing coach (who was very straight & identified as religious-but-liberal btw) wanted my body fat "measured" which he said is what this Nutritionist does. He chuckled when he said, "This guy is Bi and judging by past clients I've taken to him, he'll probably insist on evaluating you when you're in the nude, so be ready for that."

I just shrugged in reply. Uh ok. I was nervous right away, but told myself, "Oh whatever, it's fine, I'm sure this guy is professional and I'll just do as I'm told and not make any trouble."

Coach drove us over in his car from the private gym where he trained me in LA to this guy's office, after a workout session. I was fairly sweaty therefore but it was extremely windy that day, plus Coach's wheels were a convertible sports car - top down - so a lot of my body perspiration got an air-dry from the drive.

I liked the Nutritionist right away, he was very no-nonsense but sort of warm about his stern-ness. His office was very private. He had a bunch of contraptions that were all new to me, for measuring aspects of the human body. The measurement of my body fat seemed totally bogus to me - not reliable. But whatever. I did as I was told. I was bare from the waist up. My Boxing Coach watches it all from the side.

Then the guy announces, "I'm gonna need you to strip down now, if we want accurate data on your body."

Coach chimed in with, "I told him that would probably be necessary. I'm sure he's fine with that."

"You can put your clothes on the chair," said the Nutritionist. They were both just staring at me.

I stripped, even though I had a sudden block of cement in my stomach. I was in my workout clothes, sweat pants, t-shirt, etc. I don't like jocks so had on tight briefs and when I got down to those the guy said quietly & casually, "Strip the underwear as well." I was half-erect - undressing in front of people does that to me no matter what - and I complied.

The guy grinned & proceeded to do a couple more tests before he got out a tape measure and took measurements of my body head-to-toe. Well, I was fully erect by then, standing there getting body-measured. My hard dick was waving around in the air. Nobody remarked about it. "Let's measure your penis here," the guy said, smirking. "Why not."

Coach said nothing about it. I submitted to being fully measured. The measurements continued down my hips and legs and then on my feet, too. "Ok, very good, you can get dressed now."

Driving back to the gym where I trained, I said to my Coach, "I'm not so sure all those measurements and tests were really needed. You know?"

He grimaced. "Maybe not, the guy is always over-thorough, I think. But he's a pro, he knows what he's doing and what he needs for the Appraisal. He'll email over his Full Evaluation in a day or so along with recommendations for diet. You did good - you were very co-operative."

I was fine with it all - but honestly I never felt like there was a choice. I was paying my boxing coach a good amount monthly to train me; either I went along with his methods or I didn't. I wasn't prudish, after all, so none of the Nutritionist's "stuff" traumatized me.