It's Hard To Choose When There's So Many Options

I had been walking around the campus for an hour, not just for scouting out women, but also in contemplation about my new situation. It was kinda overwhelming the sense of change that I was experiencing. Coming from a home of poverty in some small city in the desert to a luxury apartment room in the middle of a huge city placed in the center of forest and mountains. Being born, being raised, being outcasted by other kids in that place was not something I could control, but it was through my own hard work and dedication that I was able to take control of my life and get out of there.

Now I control my own life and with the collar, I was given, I've been given the power to also control someone else's life. A **** collar, the icon of control; A power given to men by the New World Order to exercise over women.

But that put new aspects of my life into question. Life was miserable for me when I had no control over it. Did I wish to subject my **** to the same if not worse experiences that I had, or would I be a **** more gentle master?

And that question in itself raised another more important question. Who exactly would I be choosing? In the hour I had been walking, I've seen women of all walks of life going on in their life walking by. There were just so many choices, yet I could only choose one. What if I picked a woman to be my **** and right afterward I see another woman who would've been better?

Did I want a young **** around my age? That would have perks of its own, having someone more energetic and youthful in bed, but at the same time, they would probably be much harder to tame and would take a lot of time teaching them how to serve. Did I want to get an older, more mature woman as a ****? An older woman would have more life experience and would probably be better at cooking and cleaning. There was also a certain appeal in a more mature woman's appearance. My mind soon wandered to the few memories I had of my naked mother cooking breakfast by the stove.

Then, I saw her. She was walking along the sidewalk off to who knows where, but I could tell, just by looking at her that she was the one.