Next morning

You are awaken in the morning, by the feeling of the blindfold being removed and sigh in relief. However, your relief is fleeting as you soon realize that Victoria is fully dressed.

She announces, “Time for your shower, Boy.”

She unlocks the metal cuffs holding you to the bed post. But before you can get your bearings, you are re-cuffed behind your back, blindfolded and led down the hall into the bathroom. You stumble down the hallway, unsure of where Victoria is leading you this time. To your great shame you are directed to the toilet and told to relieve yourself. It is explained that they did not trust you alone with your penis unsupervised, so all his eliminations were to be chaperoned for the rest of the weekend. You blush, but eventually do your business, to the great delight of the crowd of girls gathered to watch. Your hopes grow again as you are led into the showers and can hear the sound of laughing girls and running water and only imagine the delightful scene in progress.

You’re still blindfolded, but you would happily trade your left ball to see what is happening around you just for a single minute. From the sounds surrounding you, it’s clear that at least four or five girls are all showering right next to you and being so close to so many nude coeds has you worked up into a frenzy.

You jump when you feel the first female hands touching your body. Two pairs of hands now scrub you thoroughly; your hair, neck, face, and especially your ass and penis. By the end of this delicious ordeal, you are insane with lust but still cuffed and therefore helpless. Quickly marched out of the shower you are taken into the changing room and dried off. Once outside of the shower, the blindfold and handcuffs are removed, and you are told to go get your uniform on as you have more errands to run.

You still aren’t used to being naked around women, so you have to really fight the urge to cover yourself as you walk downstairs to retrieve your “uniform”. Every time that you do try to cover yourself, a rogue Omega will slap you on the ass and scream at you not to touch their property. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you make it downstairs and enter the laundry room. There it is—your “uniform” hanging on the line, calling out to you like a beacon of hope.

You stand there, frozen in terror, as your face drains of all color. It’s like waking up from a nightmare, except this is real. The pair of panties that are you only means of cover are now hang limply from the hanger, reduced to mere shadows of their former self. How could this have happened? Slowly, you **** yourself to regain composure and examine them closely. There it is - written in tiny, almost illegible print: “Delicate. Hand wash only.” You want to slap yourself for being so careless. Now, you’re left with a useless scrap of cloth. The memories of how effortlessly they slid over your hips and ass yesterday seem like distant dreams. The elastic waistband barely stretches around your thighs now, threatening to tear the delicate fabric at any moment. Sweat beads form on your brow as you fight against time and gravity. After what feels like an eternity, you manage to squeeze into them. Taking a deep breath, you slowly turn towards one of the mirrors above the washing machine...

You thought yesterday was embarrassing, but you’re wrong. Today it feels like you are naked as every curve of your cock and balls are highlighted by the tight panties. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you almost believe that you could count each vein on your shaft. The fabric is clearly straining to contain your package and sweat begins to form as you hear the distinct sound of fibers ripping. For the rest of the day, you know you’ll have to be very careful with your uniform if you want to maintain any modesty at all.