You wake up alone

The morning sun trickles into your dorm room and onto your face, a new day had begun. You were fully asleep just moments ago, but you slowly stir yourself awake.

You look up at the wall mounted clock, your vision still blurry as your eyes adjust to the morning light. It’s hard to make out, but it couldn’t be later than six am.

“Too early…” You think to yourself. You lay back down, head sinking into your pillow as you try your hardest to go back to sleep. You close your eyes and lay motionless, but your body feels restless. The smooth silk and warm cotton of your bed sheets and blanket rub up against your body, specifically the tip of your cock.

Your pesky morning wood is keeping you awake, and after ten or so minutes of you lying in bed with our eyes shut, you give up. You let out a long and gravely groan as you open your eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

You slowly move your head to the side. You see Sam’s bed is completely empty. You don’t hear anything from the kitchen or bathroom, so you assume she must be away doing whatever she does on her days off, or at least what you think could be her days off.

With tremendous willpower, you manage to sit upright and move your covers. You’re met with a familiar yet haunting sight of your naked body. It’s been three days since you’ve lost your right to wear clothes, and the fact this wasn’t a nightmare still baffles you. You look down at your dick, standing tall and firm as the sunlight beams over it like a holy artifact.

You let out a soft sigh of disappointment. Another day, another humiliation ritual. You remember your punishment, having to clean windows with the grounds woman today and tomorrow. You dread what could possibly happen, but at least you’d get a break from your manic classmates.