You return to campus

You sit next to Ophelia on the ride home, an uncomfortable silence brewing between you and the chancellor. You feel an aura of resentment emanating from her like heat, a heat that’s unbearable. You’ve never seen her authority challenged so fiercely before, the woman you’ve only known to be an iron fist in her own little kingdom on campus. Despite her influence across town, her powers have limits, limits you’re glad she has placed, as just the thought of being naked in the city sends chills down your spine.

You recline into your seat, and place your hands on your thankfully clothed lap. You try to relax for the remainder of the ride back to campus, but your mind keeps wandering to the inevitable fact that you’ll be stuck naked once again very soon. It’s like you’re dangling from a cliff hundreds of feet in the air, and you feel your grip loosen. You can’t fight it, and eventually you’ll fall into the valley of humiliation soon enough.

What doesn’t help is your semi-erect cock tenting underneath your shorts. You can’t wager a guess as to why you’re so hard, at least a guess that isn’t utterly humiliating.

Before you know it, the limo comes to a full stop, jerking you back slightly. You hear the engine turn off and a couple seconds later the side door swings wide open.

“We’ve arrived on campus, Miss Ophelia.” Says the chauffeur, bowing as she holds the door for her.

Ophelia doesn’t say a word to her chauffeur, choosing to coldly ignore her as she steps out of the limousine. The eye-patched valet dared not to demand a response from the chancellor, so she continues to bow out of respect.

You follow her a couple seconds after she leaves, but not before thanking the chauffeur on your way out. She flashes you a pensive smile before she closes the door behind you,

You stand idly on the sidewalk, looking up at the campus front gate with nervous hesitation. Walking through that gate means taking away your security and dignity, literally stripping you bare once more for who knows how long. It could be months before you’re ever clothed again, a thought so sickening you feel nauseous.

“Mr. McCoy!” Ophelia says with a firm voice, pulling your attention away from the golden gate and to her gaze. That face was familiar, the stern professional face that greeted you on your first day. It almost feels nostalgic at this point.

Not wanting to incur her wrath, you walk up to the gate, but just before you feet pass the gateway entrance, Ophelia whistles at you! The sudden high pitched noise freezes you in place.

“Please disrobe, Mr. McCoy. You’re not allowed to set foot on campus wearing clothes, remember?”

Your heart skips a beat. You look down with a deep red blush across your cheeks. Already you’re being forced to strip down, and you’re not even on campus yet. It’s frustrating, but you suppose you had to get naked sooner or later.

Like ripping a bandage off, you quickly strip off your shirt and step out of your shorts. Immediately you feel the cool breeze and hot sun tickle your exposed body, and your erection twitches in the air.

Now holding your clothes in one hand, you begin to step back into campus, but then you hear that harsh whistle again!

“Stay there, and don’t move.” Ophelia demands with a firm tone of voice.

You freeze as Ophelia slowly approaches you, purposely strutting towards you as slow as a snail. You squirm in embarrassment as you frantically look over your shoulder for cars behind you. You can see a faint curl on her lips as she walks towards you, she’s loving every second of your continued humiliation and all you can do is helplessly watch.

She takes one last step a mere inches away from you, looking down at your naked body with delight in her eyes. She holds her hand out, waiting from you to give her your clothes.

You begrudgingly oblige, giving away your last memory of fabric against your skin before she shove them into her purse.

After that, she continues to stand uncomfortably close to you, so close your cock is just barely grazing her hips.

You look up but looking her in the eyes is akin to staring directly at the sun. Your blush gets so intense that you need to look away.

“C-c-can I leave now?” You stammer as your cock throbs and twitches, spewing pre-cum onto the concrete and on Ophelia’s pencil skirt.

“Now why would you want to leave, Mr. McCoy?” Ophelia dips back into her deep, sultry voice. Just hearing her talk like that makes your body quiver.

“W-What if someone sees me na— ahh!” You say, but you’re caught off guard by Ophelia grabbing your ballsack!

She gently squeezes your rubs your dangling pair, moving each testicle between her fingers carefully. You bite your lip, as the slight pain and pleasure forces out a soft moan.

“I’ve always been fascinated by male reproductive organs. For why is the strongest and toughest of the sexes have their most sensitive parts dangle between their legs?” She says in a breathy voice. She’s transfixed on your cock and balls, almost completely ignoring you as she continues to play with your family jewels.

She takes her other hand and starts rubbing the length of your shaft slowly, and rubbing the tip of your penis with her thumb. A load, guttural groan, followed by a soft high pitched moan escapes your lips. You can barely think straight as she assaults you with stimulation. You can tell she knows her away around a man’s genitalia, as she meticulously rubs and messages every inch of your privates.

“Did you have fun today, Heath?” She whispers into your ear.

“Yes….” You say without thinking as the pleasure melts your brain.

“Do you like being naked like this, for everyone to see and for me to enjoy?” Ophelia’s professionalism has vanished completely, instead her voice is steamy and intimate. She caresses you with her body, squeezing her tits against your side as she gently pecks your neck with soft kisses.

“I…I… don’t….” You say between spurts of moans, maintaining a semblance of dignity.

She legs go of your balls, letting them gently slap against your inner thigh before dangling back to place. She digs her finger tips into your ass cheek, grabbing as much fat as she could.

“Shhhh~ relax.” She strokes your cock faster. “You can tell me the truth, Heath. You love being naked, don’t you?” She softly bites your neck and kisses after.

You thrust your hips in time with Ophelia’s jerking motion. You feel yourself inching closer to climax, but despite your mushy brain fueled by lust, you reply, “No… I-I don’t…” to Ophelia’s question.

Immediately, she stops everything! She legs go of your now drenched cock and pushes you against your ass, causing you to stumble forward. You manage to catch yourself, but you feel the pent up pleasure dissipating rapidly!

W-why did you stop?!” You exclaim as your cock pulsates between your legs, practically begging to be touched by Ophelia’s gracious hands.

“It seems I’ve lost track of time playing with you.” She looks down at her watch. “The Groundskeeper is waiting for you in the courtyard, and I’d hate to keep her waiting any longer.” Ophelia’s voice shifts back to her professional demeanor, when only seconds ago she was sweet talking you into admiring your love for nudity.

“But, but, but…”

“No more buts, now go! Besides, I have important… meetings… to attend. All of your supplies will be delivered to your dorm by the end of the day. Goodbye.” Ophelia says before abruptly leaving.

You’re left standing completely still, cock twitching like mad. You feel unbelievably frustrated and ready to blow like an active volcano.