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“I… I want you to be my Daddy…” Elizabeth groaned out, “I want to try my best and I’ll give you everything, I promise”. An audible gulp escaped her lips and she looked like a rabbit in the headlights in front of him now. She was unsure what his expectations where and what would happen now.
“What… what happens now… how do I become yours?” Elizabeth asked shyly, all assertion leaking out of her now, feeling herself coming under his spell.
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Michael could tell that Elizabeth genuinely wanted to please him. It wasn’t just the craving of any Daddy-girl dynamic, it was the craving of that dynamic with *him*. This would be extremely fun if she measured up to his demands.
“It will happen with a formal event I like to call the Collar Ceremony. Not now, not here. We will do it at my place. But before we go for it, I need a token of trust from you. This will also help you realize if you’re actually comfortable with going all in” he said, letting her process his words carefully.
The next thing he was going to do wasn’t something new to him per se, but it was definitely the first time we was asking a student of his to do that for him.
“You’ll have to submit your panties over to me at this moment. And not wear any underwear or touch yourself until the next time we meet.”
There, he said it. He had now crossed the point of no return with the first sexually explicit demand. This would be the moment of truth. She could either back out at this point, or surrender herself completely
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*Collar ceremony*. Elizabeth’s mind was racing wild at this point, thick with a fog of lust and desire that she could barely form a thought through it all. Her entire body felt so heavy yet her head was weightless as he spoke to her in such a matter of fact manner. With those familiar heavy breaths she took her heavy arms and reached under her skirt, grabbing at her panties and pulling them all the way down her long legs. She turned to hide her modesty to Dr. Dunham and crossed her legs once they passed her ankles.
Silently, she extended her arm to him, giving up her panties with barely a second consideration. *Collar ceremony*. That was all she could think about. Waiting for him to take her panties, her heart was beating out of her chest, and she was breathless in anticipation. “I’ll be good daddy” she muttered out, pleading for her to accept her offering.
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*Not a single question. Not a second thought. Just pure obedience.*
The thoughts went through Michael’s mind as Lizzie obeyed his command without a moment of hesitation and pulled down her panties and handed them over to him.
He extended his arm and took it in his hand, looking straight into her eyes to see if there was still any lingering doubt about it.
Closing his fist around the piece of fabric, he slowly pulled his hand back and brought it to his nose. He took a long, deep breath, taking in her fragrance, while staring straight into her eyes to watch her reactions.
“Good girl” he said, as he kissed the cloth in his fist gently.
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Elizabeth let out a happy but trepidatious smile as he inhaled and kissed her panties. She pulled her dress down to again cover her modesty and sat there feeling the cool air stroking all the way up against the supple skin of her thighs and sex.
“Just tell me what to do Daddy, I’m yours” she got out in staccato breaths, still struggling to form a cogent expression or thought. Although hunched she was at the edge of the seat, ready to leap up if necessary, coiled like a spring.
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Marcus couldn’t help but notice the irony in Elizabeth trying to cover her modesty, while essentially discussing giving up complete control over life to him. He chuckled to himself. *She will get there, eventually.*
He stood up from his seat, placing her panties in his pocket. He walked over to Lizzie and placed his hand on her head, moving them gently through her hair, as if patting a child for a job well done. He knew the effect it had on personalities like hers. They were craving for their Daddy’s approval, which was what he was giving to her right now.
“Nothing much for tonight. Go back to your routine, finish homework, and don’t forget there’s a paper due in two days.” he said, returning back to his Professor persona, as if there was nothing weird about him just pocketing his student’s panties.
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Elizabeth nodded gently as he stroked her face. “I’ll get the paper in on time…” she replied softly, seeing her panties disappear in his pants. A few days ago Dr. Dunham had just been the cute professor she had a crush on, and now she was calling him daddy and submitting herself to him. She could see that it was all wrong, but the pleasure was simply overwhelming her. It was so taboo to call him daddy and it drove Elizabeth wild. She actually had a good relationship with her father but to let another man dominate her, call her *Lizzie* and be her new Daddy, Elizabeth could barely contain her excitement and desire.
His sudden tone change back to professor juxtaposed the bizarre daddy-girl situation and it made Elizabeth feel even more shame, knowing that he’d be making her essays while behind closed doors she’d be his little girl. Could this situation be stable, she mused? She didn’t know, and could barely think, but the electric like joy he was giving her was too much to turn down.
“I’ll see you soon I hope Daddy” she said again, wondering who would reply, her professor or her daddy.
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“You will, little girl, you will” the Daddy Michael replied.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember, no panties until I allow you to” he said, before turning away and taking her leave.
On the drive back home, all Michael could think about was how he was going to maintain this dynamic. He had never been this intimate with anyone in his professional vicinity, but now that he was in it, he couldn’t control his excitement. A million naughty ideas began forming in his mind, which we was all too eager to try out with Lizzie. *His Lizzie.*
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The next day, Michael came to the lecture rooms a renewed, refreshed man. He had a different spark in his eyes, knowing what he knew about his new favorite student Lizzie. If she wore that fantastic dress when she was trying to woo her, he couldn’t wait to see how she would dress up now that she had all the more reason to impress her new Daddy.
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Elizabeth showed up to lectures in a magnificent pale yellow dress, that was slightly longer than her blue dress to make up for the fact she had no panties on. The spring day kept reminding her she was without panties as the wind groped her throughout the day. She sat in his lectures happily with a grin drawn on her face permanently, knowing that nobody else in the world, let alone the lecture hall that the professor in front of them was laying claim to her. Did he have her panties with him at the moment? The thought excited her.
Barely paying attention to the lecture, Elizabeth just succumbed to staring at Dr. Dunham and letting her mind wander with what debauchery he had in mind for her at her collar ceremony. She had fantasies of rough sex, of being used, being degraded, and wondered if he would just know to do that with her. She was ashamed of how depraved her thoughts were getting but by now she had no control. Suddenly the bell rang and the lecture hall emptied as she remained stupefied in her seat.
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Unlike the previous time when Michael skipped to his office as soon as he could after the lecture, Michael took his own sweet time hanging back in the classroom, collecting his notes and finding excuses to elongate it as long as he could. After answering a couple of questions by the students, he was now all alone in the room, with none other than his sweet Lizzie.
He walked closer to her, staring in her eyes as he stood barely inches away from her. She was standing right in front of him. Michael looked at the doors to make sure the corridor was empty, as he ran his hand along her waist on top of her dress, gently pressing to feel if there was another layer underneath.
“Hmm…have you been a good girl, Lizzie? And did as I told you to?” he questioned her in a slow, deep voice.
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His words swam gloriously in her ear and she felt a fantastic tickling feeling run all over her as he stroked her body.
“I’ve been a good girl Daddy” she whispered back, keeping it as discreet as possible. “When is my collaring ceremony Daddy?” she asked with a hint of nervousness, not wanting to seem impatient but simply wanting to officially be *collared*, whatever that might mean. Elizabeth was sinking into submission and letting herself fall, but she was happy with every second of it.
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Michael ran his hand though her shoulders, gently caressing it as he replied
“All in good time, girl, we will do it this Sunday, at my place” the present day was Friday. He was purposefully delaying it to tease and torture Lizzie. He knew how much she was craving it, and he was having fun keeping it away from her for as long as possible.
“I’ll need proof that you really did follow my word. Be a good girl and send me a picture, will you?” he said, starting to walk out of the classroom.
“You’ve got 5 minutes” he said, setting the deadline for her and leaving her alone in the classroom.
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Sunday. It will be Sunday. How could she wait that long? Elizabeth knew it would be hard but she had to do as he said. Furthermore, she had a task at hand. As he disappeared around the corner, she ran to the closest bathroom, her heels clacking on the harsh floor before she crashed into a free cubicle. She firmly locked the door behind her and took her phone out. Pausing for a second to wonder what the best shot would be, she decided to take one from below after taking her dress off, so her pussy and face would be on show. She took off her dress and took the selfie that was required.
Realising that she didn’t have his number, she’d have to send it over the university email. Elizabeth sent him the selfie in an email with title ‘Extra assignment.’ Doing his commands was driving her wild with lust and her mind became filled with thoughts about Daddy holding her tight, his hand around her throat, whispering in her ear what a slut she was and that her father would be ashamed. Elizabeth wanted to cum there and then in that cubicle but decided that she should wait until her fateful collaring.
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Michael had reached his office when he heard the email notification pop up in his phone. He knew what it was going to be. He made sure his room was locked, before going to his desktop to view the picture in full screen.
He was awestruck at the smooth, clean shaven pussy of Elizabeth, and her face looking at the camera with a mischievous smile. He couldn’t wait to hold her down and get his hands on her….
“Well done. Full credit for this assignment. Now, delete this thread without wasting a second” he sent the reply and himself deleted the message, downloading the picture to his computer first. He couldn’t risk keeping that picture in his official mailbox for even five minutes.
This was going to be a long, fun journey, he thought to himself.
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Elizabeth duly deleted the image and did not hear anything more from Daddy until Sunday. The next two days she tried her best to distract herself from the looking collar ceremony. She tried reading but could not focus for more than five minutes. She went for long walks but was scared of missing anything from Daddy. She tried just sitting at home but became incredibly bored. By Sunday morning she was restless with desire and lust, eager to give herself over to Daddy. How would he contact me, she wondered, and the unknown nature of it all added to the desire.
Elizabeth spent the morning pampering and cleaning herself, making herself as presentable to her Daddy as she could possibly manage. She adorned her nubile body in a tight black dress, again with no panties on, and applied a tasteful but alluring amount of makeup to make her soft pale cheeks that much rosier, like a drop of strawberry in milk. The morning had passed and she awaited in her flat restlessly.
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The two days since his last meeting with Elizabeth passed by relatively uneventfully for Michael. He made sure he had everything prepared for the oncoming Collar Ceremony on Sunday, and had all the required items in his home by Saturday noon. Now all he had to do was let time do the magic. He knew how much desperate she would get by waiting for so long. And that would only make her eventual submission all the more fun.
Sunday morning arrived, and Michael woke up early in the morning as usual. He spent about an hour at the gym working out, then turned back to his home. He sent Lizzie an email :
“Meet me at Madison Park, at noon sharp. I’ll pick you up”
He had also mentioned his phone number along with it in case she wanted to contact him for any reason. There shouldn’t be much of a need for it. His instructions were crisp and clear.
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Come noon, and he was waiting outside the entrance to the Park inside his car, listening to music and keeping an eye on passers-by
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Madison park was within walking distance, so after saving his number with the contact name ‘Daddy’ in her phone she put on a light jacket and started to walk over there. The walk was made slightly uncomfortable as she forgot to take off her heels, but she was too on-minded about getting there that she forgot.
Once arriving, she scanned the horizon to see if she could recognise his car in the car park. She succeeded and spotted him just outside it. Bouncing over to him with a true white smile she waved as she approached.
“Hey!” she exclaimed with enthusiasm, approaching with reverence, “I’m super excited about today.”
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Other parts coming soon.
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Well written.