The grand sorority house stood tall, its Mission Revival architecture casting long shadows over the perfectly manicured lawn. Inside, the hushed whispers of 24 beautiful young girls echoed through the ornate halls, their excitement palpable as they buzzed about the arrival of their new housemaster. Angeltits, the sorority leader, adjusted her dress and smoothed her long blonde hair as she stood before the mirrored doors. "Girls, our moment has come," she announced, her voice steady and her gaze commanding. "Daddy is finally here, and we must be ready to please him in every way." The girls clustered together, their large breasts pressing against each other as they shared the warmth of anticipation. "With Daddy," Angeltits continued, "our lives will change. He will care for us, guide us, and ensure our obedience. Each of you is beautiful, with your delicate features and perfect figures. Remember, it is our duty to make him happy, to worship his attention as he does ours." "The chambers are prepared," one of the girls whispered, her eyes wide with excitement. "The queen-size beds are made, and everything is ready for a man's touch." Angeltits nodded, her perfect breasts rising and falling with each breath. "You know your roles. Let us welcome Daddy with the respect and pleasure he deserves."
Angeltits stood before the line of young women, her expression both stern and warm. "Girls, as you know, Daddy has sent us clear instructions," she began, her voice ringing with authority and excitement. "He wishes to preserve your purity in every way, but also expects certain... services." The girls listened intently, their eyes wide and curious. She motioned to the boxes in the center of the room, each filled with lacy bras and microskirts. "From this day forward, these will be your uniform. Tiny lacy Bras and microskirts, with no panties beneath. We are to lift our tops when Daddy approaches, so that he may enjoy our bras and cleavage." Whispers of surprise and anticipation rippled through the group. "I know some of you may be nervous, but remember, our duty is to please him in every way." As the girls began trying on their new attire, the room filled with giggles and soft chats. Blondie, with her long blonde hair cascading down her back, adjusted her microskirt nervously. "Is it true he's obsessed with breasts?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," Angeltits replied, her tone firm, "And we must embrace this. It is our honor and our joy." As the fire crackled in the hearth and the girls confessed to each other, it became clear that the new chapter of their lives had begun.
Angeltits stepped forward, her gaze sweeping across the room as she admired each girl's beauty. "My lovely sisters," she began, her voice soft yet commanding, "you all radiate grace and allure with your stunning physiques, especially those perfect breasts. Today, we embark on a path that will feed this power and intensity. Our next meeting will cover many important topics," she continued. "First, our new dress code, which will emphasize your natural assets. Daddy wishes to see our cleavage clearly, so we will be wearing lacy bras and no panties. Then there are his sexual expectations—the joy of pleasing him with our full bodies. Initiation is near, and each of you will learn to/worship his touch and gaze. As Angeltits spoke, some girls leaned into each other, whispering excitedly. "What a thrill!" one giggled, her hands fidgeting at her hem. Others looked viscerally shocked, their faces paling. But still, many blushed deeply, allowing their fingers to slip under their skirts in a gentle caress. The fire caught the fluttering fabric, casting dancing shadows of anticipation and fright. The room thrummed with a mix of emotions, all bound by the promise of transformation and the unknown thrills that awaited them.