You and Ophelia go shopping

You men and your selective hearing…” Ophelia rubs her forehead before standing over you. “When you arrived, we searched through your belongings and found no school supplies to speak of. All we found were pairs of clothes, and obviously you have no need for those anymore.”

“M-My clothes?! What did you do with them?” You ask as you sit up abruptly.

“In my office for safe keeping.” She explains. “Now since you lack these school essentials, I feel it’s necessary that I help provide you your school supplies, paid out of pocket of course.”

You’re shocked by the generous offer, and the thought of having an actual bag to carry your stuff in is appealing, but part of you knows this will come with some kind of embarrassing drawback.

“W-wait, do I have to shop with you? I can’t go outside like this!”

“I understand your concern. The last thing I want is for you to be arrested for indecent exposure, so for this special occasion I have provided you with an outfit to wear.” She turns around before turning back to show you a bag, a bag presumably containing a pair of your clothes.

“R-Really?!” You say with widened eyes. You get out of bed and immediately grab the bag from Ophelia's hands. You look inside and see a pair of black shorts and a blue t shirt. You don’t see any underwear, but honestly you don’t care. The fact that you’re reunited with your clothes again feels like seeing a long lost friend from your childhood.

You reach inside the bag to grab your shorts, but you’re stopped by Ophelia grabbing your wrist.

“Not so fast, Heath McCoy. You’re still on school grounds, so the rules still apply. As long as you’re on campus, you are not allowed to wear clothes outside of our dress code. You can only wear these outside of campus, you understand?” Ophelia explains.

“Yes Ma’am…” You say, feeling deflated. You’re harshly reminded that under Ophelia’s leadership, you have little to no control over your dignity. Even though you’re holding your clothes in your hands, they might as well be shreds of fabric.

“Whenever you’re ready, please meet me by the entrance gate. The chauffeur will be driving us to the store.” She says before walking away. “Oh, and don’t even try putting them on after I leave. I’ll know…” She says as she slams the door behind her, leaving you with a pit on your stomach.

“W-What does she mean by that…” You say to yourself, confused by her ominous comment.

Your mind is screaming at you to just put on your clothes, to at least temporarily feel the security of fabric against your skin again, but you know better than to test Ophelia’s words. You feel a shiver crawl down your spine at the inclination of how she’d know in the first place.

But still, you have clothes, not on your body, but soon enough you’ll have clothes again, which excites out nonetheless. You figure waiting any longer to get dressed would be stupid, so you waste no time and put on your socks and shoes before heading out.

It’s still early in the morning, so the hall is empty, not a soul is awake or around to see you.

You exit the dorms, bag of clothes in hand as the morning sun washes over you. It’s a beautiful day out, with clear skies and warm weather. Unfortunately though, the outside courtyard isn’t as empty as the dorm, as you see tens of girls lounging about the place. You look down and immediately cover your flaccid cock with the bag of clothes, an almost cruel punishment when you think about it.

You push through the embarrassment, ignoring every woman you see as you pass them by. Of course, they don’t ignore you as easily.

“Where you headed, Nudie McCoy?”

“What’s he got covering his penis?”

“I don’t know, but I wish he moved it.”

You swiftly move through campus, cheeks almost permanently stained in blush as the agonizing trek reminds you how little privacy you have here. Even in the early morning every woman on campus can’t get enough of your nude body.

But with enough perseverance and a mild hard-on behind your bag of clothes, you arrive at the front entrance, a sight you’re unfortunately very familiar with. The memory of Claire tricking you still sends shivers down your spine.

As expected, Ophelia was there, patiently waiting for whilst she scrolled through her phone, no doubt checking emails.

“I-I’m here!” You exclaim to get her attention. As you walk outside the entrance gate, you feel jittery, looking over your shoulder constantly in case a car or pedestrian comes by.

“I’m impressed, you’re quite early.” Ophelia says, taking a quick glance away from her phone to look down at you.

“C-Can I put my clothes on?” You ask with bated breath.

“Not until the chauffeur arrives.” Ophelia replies without even looking at you.

“B-But I’m outside of campus! W-What if someone sees me?!” You say in a panic. Your legs squeeze together as they shake uncontrollably. You feel so exposed despite literally holding your clothes in your hands. Nothing is technically stopping you except Ophelia’s demands. Your dignity feels trapped in the grasp of her cruel and sadistic hands.

“You’ll be fine, Heath McCoy. It’s still early in the day, I doubt anyone besides me and my chauffeur will see you.” She says with a curled up smile.

You begin to disassociate, staring blankly out into the road, helplessly naked. You push the bag of clothes closer against your crotch, keeping your shame as hidden as possible.

Your heart races extremely quickly. You feel vulnerable, like a wounded animal in the dead of night. You hear a car coming by, and like a dear in headlights all you can do is freeze. The car drives by you, but your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach knowing they at least noticed you were there, standing awkwardly without any clothes on.

“I guess I stand corrected.” She says halfheartedly.

“Please let me get dressed! I can’t take it anymore!” You exclaim through bright red cheeks.

“Not until the chauffeur arrives, remember? You can handle another minute or two of nudity, right?” Ophelia replies, her words almost cold as ice.

You figure there’s no amount of convincing her, so you promptly stay silent and wait. You shoulder the embarrassment of car after car driving by. Some continue on like normal, but others slow down and roll down their windows to get a better peek at your bare skin. Another individual stopped and took a picture of you, and you were too embarrassed to stop it.

After about a 10 minute wait, a long black limousine pulls up to the curb. The drivers door swings wide open, a tall black haired woman steps out, dressed in a formal suit. Strangely though, she has an eyepatch and a large scar behind said eyepatch.

She looks down at you with no feeling, just a blank expression. You feel weak under her gaze, like she could kill you with a thought.

“You’re actually naked?” She says with a head tilt.

“Ahh, you’ve finally arrived! I was a bit worried there for a second.” Ophelia says with a smile as she approaches the scary looking chauffeur. The two shake hands before the chauffeur opens the side door to the limousine.

“C-Can I put my clothes on now!” You ask hurriedly as she gets into the car.

“I guess you can. Just make it quick, the limo is still running.” Ophelia says before disappearing into the limousine.

You waste no time in putting on your clothes, snatching your pair of shorts and sliding them on. You immediately feel more secure with your shorts on, even if you have a bit of a tent going on. You swiftly put on your shirt as well, and the feeling of fabric against your skin feels comforting.