The morning alarm goes off, quickly rousing Joe from his sleep. Yawning, he sits up on his bed, stretching sleepily. It's only 5am, but his day is already beginning.
Before leaving his room, he checks his attire. Lace headpiece? Check. Smart cockring? Check. Leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs? Check. And absolutely nothing else.
As Joe observes himself in the mirror of is private bathroom, he thinks about the events that transpired which led him to this point. Life had been very difficult when Madam President first implemented the Nudity Law on all American men, but he was grateful for the odd string of circumstances that landed him his current job in a private women's dormitory in one of the country's most prestigious universities.
"Time to get to work," he hypes himself up, and leaves his room.
Heading straight to the kitchen, Joe works fast. He has to prepare breakfast for all the 7 girls of the dorm, not including the dorm mother.
"Nicole and Suzy have their morning sports elective classes, so they'll need to eat first," Joe talks to himself out loud as he works, which helps him focus. He sets aside two bowls of salad and some egg mayo sandwiches. "That should be good enough for pilates and tennis."
Next, Joe gets started on cracking a bunch of eggs and whisking them for omelettes. He double checks the fridge for milk and places boxes of assorted cereals on the large dining table in the pantry.
It's not long before he hears footsteps coming down the staircase. Someone is coming.
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