The alarm clock roused her. Kim swung her legs out of bed and switched it off. Her husband snored in oblivion and Kim plodded to the bathroom to get ready for work. She peed, washed, cleaned her teeth and gazed at herself in the mirror. How on earth was she going to face him today? What if he'd read what she'd written. Compared the answers she had put on that piece of paper? No, more likely he had just screwed it up and thrown it away.
As she walked to work a knot of anxiety curled in her stomach. She felt tense, on edge and anxious. She let herself into the shop as usual. Put her bag behind the counter. Started her morning routine.
"Morning Kim! How are you today?" Bill voice brought her back from her musings.
"Hello Bill. I'm fine thanks. It's cold and frosty out there" she smiled nervously. Bill had placed her morning coffee on the counter. But next to it lay the magazine he had picked up off the floor yesterday and next to that was the piece of paper on which she had written her answers. She felt her mouth go dry and her heartbeat quicken. She walked to the counter and picked up her coffee unable to take her eyes off the accusing information. Bill lifted his cup to his mouth and sipped
"Don't let it get cold." He said. She drank with trembling hands. Waiting.
"This made very interesting reading. Do you want to know your results?" She didn't answer, she couldn't.
"Your not slave material, your fantasies reveal your quite a slut "He chuckled." But what I found most fascinating was that your submissive score was 89%. Impressive!" Kim wished the ground would open up and swallow her.
"How long have you been interested in the lifestyle Kim? Have you been exploring it?"
She looked at the floor. She couldn't tell this man she hardly knew about these needs, wants and feelings which burned inside her. Bill stepped closer. He placed his index finger under her chin and eased her head up.
"Look at me" He said. "If I ask you a question I expect an answer. What you have been reading about is a more common desire than you can imagine. People you would pass in the street and not give a passing glance to all have their secrets. My wife and I shared a long and happy D/s relationship. Both sexually and in everyday life. I understand Kim. Tell me, have you been exploring".
She met his gaze and it all came tumbling out. What she'd read, the things on the internet she'd looked at, the chat room she'd been in as a voyeur. She was breathless when she'd finished. It was a sort of a relief to share, to be able to tell someone. Someone who understood and had been there. Bill smiled his finger travelled up her cheek
"Does your husband know? Does he share your interest?"
"God no!" Kim said "He'd be horrified!"
