Rules for your time at this school and words of advice

True to her word, Ms. Ophelia makes no attempt to block your vision of her chest. In fact, she crosses her arms beneath them, pushing them up and raising her breasts even further from her shirt. Now you’re certain that’s her areola, and you can just barely tell her nipple is caught on the inside of her blouse.

“Firstly, and what I would hope is obvious, absolutely no pleasuring yourself in public. Just because you’re walking around with your genitals exposed doesn’t mean you can throw decency to the wind. And I’d refrain from covering too much, lest someone gets the wrong idea.” She states, the irony of her explanation going in one of your ears and out the other. “Second, when addressing any member of staff, you are to do just as all the girls do. Stood up straight, hands at your side just as you are now… although I’d suggest you make more eye contact with them if you don’t want to get in trouble.”

You finally manage to wrest your eyes away from her bosom and up to her face. The gleam of your leakage is still apparent on her cheeks.

“Good boy.” She says. “And finally, at the end of every week you are to report to my office. Since today is Thursday that means tomorrow afternoon when classes have ended you will be at my door no later than 5 minutes after the bell has rung. Failure to do so, or to follow any of these instructions as well as our usual school rules will result in swift punishments. I hope for your sake you never have to learn what they are.”

The reality of things begins to really set in now. This is happening. You’re naked, stuck naked, with nothing but women your age and older.

Ms. Ophelia lets out a long exhale and relaxes. You’ve come to realize this woman is a master turning her professionalism on and off. She puts her hands on your shoulders again, this time gently, and smiles softly at you.

“Look, this is gonna be embarrassing, obviously. But don’t lie to me. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You stutter before she puts a finger to your lips to silence you. “It’s fine. You don’t have to admit it, your little, well, big guy downstairs tells me enough. Plus, I wouldn’t have to be wiping off my face if you weren’t excited by all of this.”

She pulls a handwipe off of her desk and cleans your ooze off her face, before continuing. “So just… don’t do anything stupid, and I’m sure you’ll end up having a wonderful time here.”

Her right hand suddenly start to drift down your torso, stopping just before your crotch.

“The whole College has already been made aware of your situation, so don’t worry about anyone freaking out and calling the police. Just so long as you don’t give them a reason to.” Her hand continues its travel, and wraps itself around the base of your cock. “And being the only man in a school full of women has its advantages, Heath. You’re bound to be popular.”

She slowly rubs her hand along your length, running a finger around the tip, before grasping the head in her palm. You’re leaking a fair amount at this point, cock throbbing almost painfully. She starts walking you towards the door of her office, leading you by your cock like it’s your leash. She walks you till you’re standing right in front of the door, and lets go of your stiff member as she instead moves her hand around to grasp your ass.

“These women have been in a boarding school for most of their lives. It’s been months, years for some since they’ve seen a man besides close friends and their fathers. I’d wager there’s a few who’ve never met a man they weren’t related to. Yes, I’m sure you’ll find some way to enjoy yourself.” Ms. Ophelia says. She passes a sheet of paper to you, and as you look you see it’s got your class schedule. She then opens the door, and lightly smacks your behind, just enough to get you to stumble out into the hall. “Oh, and Heath…”

You turn, not yet thinking about the loss of safety within the chancellor’s office.

“It’s been a long time for me, too.” She says, a low breathy voice replacing her usual cool tone. Her left breast has fully freed itself of her shirt, and you get a full view of it for just long enough to burn it into memory before she closes the door.

…

Leaving you stranded in the hall, completely bare save for your feet.