Some nice socks and shoes

You hesitate a moment, understandably nervous to be separated from all of your clothes for even a moment. But you once again find yourself doing as you’re asked. Besides, you feel silly worrying about being seen. Ms. Ophelia is clearly a respectable lady who takes her job seriously. Teasing aside, you’ve no reason to think she’d leave you stuck like this.

You close your eyes, and toss your clothing over the screen. You take a deep breath, and put your hands on your hips as you try to compose yourself. You hear the sound of something scraping across the floor, and open your eyes again.

“Mmm, a long four years indeed.” Ms. Ophelia says, standing before you with naught but a pair of socks and shoes. For the first time there isn’t an ounce of professionalism in her face, replaced by a lustful gaze down towards your crotch as she slowly licks her lips. You follow her eyes down to your exposed penis, now complete with a bead of precum on the tip. If you could get any more erect before you’re at a full mast now for sure.

You slap your hands over your cock and balls, struggling for a moment to fully shield yourself as your erection holds firm. Ms. Ophelia is giggling like a schoolgirl now, enjoying your display.

“Ms. Ophelia… I-I’m so sorry I could have sworn you meant everything. If I could just get my boxers back please we can forget all about this.” You say, only just covering your member with your hands.

“Oh but I did say everything, Mr. McCoy.” She steps close to you again, and for the first time you realize just how tall this woman is. Combined with her heels you find yourself tilting your head back both to look into her eyes and avoid pressing into her breasts. “Here’s the thing. Designing an entire outfit for just one person is a waste of mine and everyone else at this fine establishment’s time. And we thought it unfair to let you just wear whatever you want to school while all the wonderful young women had to wear their uniforms. So we took a poll with the staff, and in a nearly unanimous vote, we decided that this was the only answer.”

She presses the footwear into your chest before stepping away and releasing. On instinct you catch them, revealing your arousal once again.

“Y-you expect me to go to school naked?!” You shout, holding the shoes in front of your cock.

“Indeed, young man. From now on, you shall attend all classes and activities at our esteemed institution while completely nude.” She says, and she suddenly seems to snap back to her composed self.

“Ma’am there has to be some other opti-”

“Quiet. We have a few more rules to discuss. Put on your uniform and sit back down, Mr. McCoy.” She says, staring at you expectantly. You stand completely petrified, your brain empty of all thoughts. “I’m waiting, young man.”

You awkwardly try to bend over in a way that covers yourself, trying to move your hands in a way that lets you put your socks and shoes on without revealing yourself. The result is just you covering and uncovering your dick over and over again as you keep failing to make any progress. Finally Ms. Ophelia runs out of patience. She quickly walks up to you before kneeling down. If your cock could get any harder, having this gorgeous woman’s face level with your cock as you stare down her cleavage would do it.

“Give me those, I’ll do it.” She says, reaching for your socks.

“N-no that’s fine, really. I can handle it.”

“You’ve already proven your incompetence. Just give those here.” She grabs what you’re holding and starts trying to pull them from your grasp.

“No, seriously. I’ve got this.”

“Would you just… sit still!” Her statement is punctuated by a soft, fleshy slap, and your entire body freezes.