A Lot of Paper to Sign and One Amazing Welcome Package

Fuck, this was so boring!!!!

Some paperwork, my ass! Although I couldn't entirely complain about the situation. Turns out that when you've applied and accepted a good 20 different scholarships, there's a high chance you'll have to fill out a good 20 confirmation papers. So here I was with a terribly cramping hand, 30 minutes into filling out my forms, sitting off to the side at a table to free up space at the front desk. I certainly got a few strange stares as people walked in and out of here, but it's whatever. You gotta do what you gotta do.

. . .

"Finally!" I let out in an exhausted sigh. The suffering was over, and I hopefully never had to see a scholarship form again in my life.

Neatly pilling all the documents, I lifted them up and brought them over to the front desk. Plopping them down, I looked forward to see the desk attendant. She, too, appeared to be a ****, about my age, wearing a slutty schoolgirl dress and a silver collar. She quickly skimmed through the papers I had handed to her before looking back up to me with a smile.

"Well, Daniel, it looks like you finished all your paperwork here... now all that's left is the welcome package! How exciting!" She cheered. "Just give me one moment to take these papers to the back room, and I'll go get the package."

And with that, the young girl grabbed all my documents and began skipping away to some room behind her. After a good few minutes, she came back around, bouncing happily back to the desk before gently placing a small box down in front of me. The package itself was relatively small. It was a glossy black box with gold filigree strewn about the sides.

"Here you go, sir. Your custom-made welcome package."

Carefully I opened up the lid to look inside. The box's interior was lined with red silk, and resting inside of it was a golden collar and leash. Huh? Looking up, I gave the woman a questioning look, and she explained to me what the package was. It was an enslaving collar. Apparently, The New World Order was giving out special grants to some universities that involved handing out these products to their top male students. To use it, all I had to do was go out, find a free woman that I wished to enslave, and slap the collar on them. Then the collar would scan and register them into the national **** registry under my name. From there, I could do whatever I wanted with them.

Hering the explanation, I looked down out the item in wonder and shock over how I had just been given such a device. Usually, something like this would cost a small fortune at a **** emporium, yet here I was, being given one for free. An enslaving collar... I came to this university to escape the poor life I had. Now, not only did I pretty much get a penthouse to live in, I was just freely given a collar to enslave one woman of my choice. I could own a ****...

Seeing that my business here was finished, I pocketed the collar and leash and said my goodbye to the desk ****. Now it was time to hunt for a woman.