Dreadfully embarrassing

You walk right beside Ophelia as you traverse the store, feeling humiliated beyond measures you’re used to. Back on campus, everyone knew you’d be nude, and they were playful about it, a bit too playful sometimes. But in here, everyone is in shock, mouths agape as they stare at your nude body being paraded around by your cruel Chancellor.

You’re the center of attention, forced to do a walk of shame across the store for a nonexistent crime. Some are appalled, looking away with offended or even disgusted looks on their faces. Others are more like the women back on campus, intrigued by your nudity.

“Woah! Is he naked?”

“Some people just can’t keep their fetishes to themselves.”

“Wait, I recognize him! He’s that naked guy at the all women’s college. I gotta say, he’s kinda cute.”

You feel lightheaded with all the blood rushing to your cheeks. Your mind is overwhelmed by the noises around you and all of the stimulation it’s causing. Worst yet, you feel yourself popping a boner under your palms, and the last thing you need is more people thinking you get off to this.

Meanwhile, Ophelia looks happy strolling around the store, seemingly pleased with how much humiliation she’s putting you through.

“Why, I know I don’t get out much, but we seem to be the talk of the town, Mr. McCoy. Everyone keeps staring at us…” She says with a cheeky grin.

“C-can I please put on my clothes? I can’t take this anymore…”

“Why of course not. This store is, in spirit, part of campus since most of our student body shops here. It would be unfair of me to let you shop clothed while technically still being on campus.” She explains but none of it makes sense to you.

“B-but this feels illegal! I don’t want to get in trouble…” You reply.

“Trust me, Mr. McCoy, you won’t get in trouble for anything. I have my ways.”

Her last words frighten you. What power does she have over this city? Why is she using it to keep you naked in public? Either she’s dedicated to the “rules” or finds some kind of sick enjoyment out of your embarrassment.

Eventually you make it to the office and school supplies aisle. Part of you believes she took the longest route to get here just to maximize your embarrassment, but at least now you can see the door to freedom vastly approaching.

You watch as Ophelia picks out sets of note books and writing utensils. They look high quality for a grocery store. She turns to you with two full hands of supplies.

“Would you mind holding these? I must’ve forgot to grab a basket.” Ophelia says, holding the office supplies out towards you.

“B-b-but…” You reply in a shaky voice.

“No butts! Do as I say, Mr. McCoy.” Her tone changed immediately from cheery to stern as she looked down at you with dagger like eyes.

You open your mouth in a fruitless attempt to argue with her, but nothing comes out except a stammering mess. You know it’s a waste of time to argue with her. With your clothes stuffed in her bag, who knows what she’ll do if you go against her wishes.

So, you raise your arms up, letting your erect cock swing out freely. Thankfully no one is in the aisle with you and Ophelia, but now your rock hard shame is on full display for everyone to see. Ophelia looks down at your throbbing boner and smiles before placing the merchandise in your hands.

“Try not to get the items wet now.” She whispers in a sultry tone before turning away.

Your feet are locked in place as your embarrassment grows in intensity. You feel completely helpless as your exposed body is bombarded by the A/C. You try to take a couple of steps, but you stop as you feel your cock swaying between your legs.

You then see someone turning into the aisle! It’s an elderly woman on a motorized cart. She’s dressed up in a pink gown and has overly done makeup lathered across her face. You’re too stunned to run or turn away, so you just stand there fully exposed.

The elderly woman immediately notices you, eye level with your cock and balls as she drives closer to you. Her eyes grow wide before looking up at your face. All you can do is flash a nervous smile as you stand completely frozen, the only movement you make being the occasional twitch from your dick.

“Why, I remember when I used to let it all hang out back in Woodstock, 1969! Glad to see the youngins are still keeping the tradition alive, but I don’t think you should be flashing yourself in the store, boyo.”

“Y-yeah… T-Thanks…” You reply back.

“Peace and love!” She exclaims with a peace sign before driving off.

You feel a trembling feeling all across your body, traveling down to your toes as you feel the most embarrassed you’ve ever felt in your life. Somehow though, you muster the courage to move forward and catch up with the Chancellor, who seems to be holding a back pack of sorts.

“There you are, Mr. McCoy. I was worried I’d lost you. Anyways, I think you’ll love this backpack!” She says before presenting the pack back to you. It’s a marble grey, single strap back pack that looks just big enough to fit all your belongings and nothing else. It looks like it would barely cover any of your body, say for your back and parts of your chest.

“It’s ahhh…” You try to form a thought, but Ophelia quickly interrupts you.

“Perfect! I know! Now, let’s head over to a cashier so we can leave.” Ophelia walks behind you, lightly tapping your ass and forcing you forward. You jump a little and let out a small surprised yelp in response, gaining a lot of attention from the shoppers around you.

“Is that his dick? It’s huge!”

“I bet he’s getting off to this, that pervert!”

“I’ve never seen one that big before…”

You try to ignore their comments as you walk up to an open cashier’s line. Ophelia walks past you and places the backpack and other supplies onto the belt before instructing you to do the same. Much to your relief, you placed your items on the belt before clinging your hands onto your junk. Unfortunately, your stubborn erection makes it difficult to fully cover.

“So how are we do—” The cashier begins to say before trailing off as she notices you standing there completely naked. She looks slightly older than you, maybe 20 or 21. She has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She has all sorts of piercings and tattoos scatter across her face.

“Dude, why are you naked?” She asks in a deadpan tone as she looks you up and down.

“I-I-I sorry… it’s…” You try to explain but the words don’t come out.

“Don’t mind him, Ma’am. We’re just here to get school supplies for his current semester in college. Now if you could please?” Ophelia says as she stares at the items on the belt.

“Oh, y-yeah, sorry.” The cashier says, scanning each item individually.

A couple seconds go by of complete silence aside from the occasional beep from her register before she asks, “So, is this some kind of femdom fetish thing?”

“Excuse me?” Ophelia asks in an offended tone.

“It’s just, not a lot of older woman go into a store with naked guys without it being some kind of sexual fantasy. I mean, he seems to be enjoying it.” She turns to you and gives you a playful wink.

“For your information, this is no fetish. He is required to be nude at my university and since this store is an extension of said university, he must remain nude at all times. No amount of enjoyment he gains from said nudity is unrelated.” She explains, but you get the idea that she’s being awfully defensive.

“That’s kinda… messed up? That’s like all sorts of illegal.” She says as she finishes the transaction.

“I did not come here to be lectured by a cashier about what I can and can’t do to satisfy my students.”

“Satisfy? Oh so it is a fetish thing then!” She replies with a sarcastic smile.

Ophelia is fuming at this point. She quickly takes out her wallet from her purse and aggressively slams two hundred dollars on her belt.

“Goodbye and keep the change! Heath, grab the bags, we’re leaving.” Ophelia says before storming off.

You hesitate at first, but grab the bags full of merchandise with both hands, leaving you fully exposed to the cashier. You look up to see a concerned smile on her face. “Go one big guy. I don’t think you “Master” would like you waiting around here much longer.”

You blush and begin walking away, unsure of how to feel with what she said to you. You begin to wonder if maybe there’s more to your forced nudity than dress code policy.