Johnny went downstairs a few minutes later, after untying her from the bed, he was letting Tammi rest. He spent the time looking through her files on the computer. The profiles of the people she spoke to, the stories she was reading, and the websites she had been visiting. He gave her almost a full two hour rest, before quietly going upstairs and gently waking her.

Tammi stretched lazily and looked at up at her husband, a small smile played across her mouth.

"We need to talk," he said solemnly.

"Are you sure?" she whined sleepily.

Johnny nodded, and offered his hand to help her out of bed. Tammi took it, and smiled, "Why thank you kind sir," she said mocking a southern accent.

Johnny smiled back. Usually this caused him to laugh, but he wasn't in a laughing mood just now.

One of the people she had been talking to was someone he knew, which was how he had gotten a lot of his information. He hadn't been in the habit of spying on his wife. She didn't mishandle finances, they had one credit card, which was in his name only; in short he had no reason to think he needed to check up on her. Her behavior had been fairly normal since they had spoken about Jimmy and what had happened there, and Johnny knew what had happened to her, and what that bastard had done. At the time he had thought that she was lucky he hadn't ruined her. He had decided within a year that she was a natural submissive but had wanted to take things slowly, not push her too hard, or force her into something they'd both regret later.

Tammi followed Johnny downstairs, wearing nothing but stripes on her buttocks and back. She felt comfortable though; they were both in the habit of walking around their small, but spacious house nude.

Johnny sat in his usual chair and Tammi sat on the couch next to him, folding her legs under her, as was her custom, and gazing into his eyes from over the arm. Johnny didn't say anything at first, wondering how to begin.

Tammi just sat gazing at him in total adoration. She wondered silently to herself, what was there to talk about? But she knew, there had been a shift in their relationship, how he had known and what he had done about it, still made her reel just thinking about it. She smiled suddenly, and raised an eyebrow at Johnny.

"Don't look at me like that," he said patiently.

"Sorry," she dropped her eyes.

"You know that's not what I meant," he said, referring to her eyes on the floor.

She smiled up at him, and returned his steady gaze for a few seconds, before dropping it again. She still couldn't look him directly in the eye for more than a full minute, and this never seemed to stop amusing him.

"Tammi the things you're talking about with people online, and the way you're saying them, will get you in a lot of trouble. Thinking about these things and discussing them with me, is one thing. But talking so openly with other people, well it's bound to lead some people on, and after receiving a picture, you can't possibly know how they'll react," Johnny stopped a minute, hoping he was getting through to her.

Tammi thought about what he had just said, "So you think I'm giving these people false hope?" she asked quietly.

"Only if you don't plan to follow through," he replied, looking at her, hoping she wouldn't say what he thought she might.

"I'd never," she replied, shocked.

"Then why say it?" he asked.

"But that's what I wanted, everything that just happened between us, everything I've been writing about, reading about. You can't understand, but it's what I was made for, to make other people happy, and you should know that, I feel it in my soul," she didn't know how to make this clear to him, and she looked at him, helpless to explain it fully.

"No, I do understand. I am built for the exact opposite, love. To extract what I need from people, like you, upstairs, you knew exactly what I wanted from you and you gave it to me."

Tammi smiled knowingly, and looked back across at him, "I know you don't' like titles, I know you don't particularly like bondage, and I'm not asking you to do what you did every night, for one I don't think I would ever get out of bed again, and neither would you, but I want that lifestyle, I want what they have, I want..." her voice trailed off.

"Now that you have tasted it, you want more, it's only natural, but Tammi, we must go slowly. I know you've figured out what you want, but I'm trying to figure out how to proceed," Johnny smiled at her.

Tammi mumbled something into her palm, and looked absently at the black screen of the television.

"What was that?" Johnny asked casually.

"Nothing," Tammi replied, deep in her own thoughts.

In a flash Johnny was sitting next to her on the couch, he didn't touch her, but his mouth was menacingly close to her ear, as if he was going to bite it, "What was that?" he growled low in his throat.

"Training," Tammi whispered, she hadn't realized what she had said before and began stammering this to him.

"I will draw up a contract this evening, a temporary one if you like, to include some ground rules, and we'll discuss it after dinner," Johnny told her.

Tammi looked at the clock, it was almost seven already.

Johnny grinned, "You should get started," he said, nodding towards the clock.

Tammi nodded and sped off into the kitchen.

Johnny waited a few minutes and then sat down at the computer. Opening a new document and staring at the stark white of it. Contract, he thought, then opened his browser and started looking for ideas. There were more than enough contracts online, but most of them didn't deal with their exact situation. Johnny knew enough about the lifestyle to know what he liked, but Tammi was just looking into it, and so she need some guide. He decided to print out a standard, fill-in-the-blanks contract and a questionnaire, the last he got from a website for training new slaves. Johnny looked over the questionnaire which was almost ten pages long. Standard questions about living arrangements, name, state, city, etc. he blacked out with a marker, others that he thought he knew he left just in case, mainly sexual preference, and number of partners you've ever had. He smiled to himself, thinking about the blush that would almost certainly cover his wife's body when she read the questions.

Tammi had dinner ready within half of an hour, and they sat down to eat. It was a light supper, and they talked about their respective days, what they had done, who they had spoken with, etc.

After dinner Tammi sat with Johnny in the living room, and he handed her the questionnaire. She glanced down at it, and Johnny explained about the blacked out areas, then he looked at her solemnly.

"Tammi, this only works if you're honest," putting emphasis on the honest.

"Don't you have to fill one out too?" she asked.

"I will, just so you get an idea of what I like, as if you don't already know," he smiled at her, "But neither of us has to. This is for us, nobody else, it'll give me an idea about what you're willing to explore, and you can fill out another one in six months, to see how your horizons have broadened," he smiled broadly at this. He knew from past experience that women who typically said they would never try something would within a few months. They stopped thinking about never, and decided if it was something someone enjoyed; they'd try anything, just to please them.

"What's so funny?" Tammi asked.

"Nothing, dear, just thinking," He replied absently, "go fill that out, and we'll talk when you're done."

Tammi went and sat at the dining room table, looking over the questions. Simple really, most of them were easy, but there were almost six pages of multiple choice questions. She looked at the first page and read:

'On a scale of one to five, one being you thoroughly enjoy it, and five being you'd never try it, please circle the appropriate response to each question.'

Tammi looked at the questions, most of which were one word only. Anal sex, plugs, bathroom control, belts, blindfolds, clothespins, collars, closets, diapers, electricity, her mind spun.

"Johnny?" she called suddenly.

He looked up from his own questionnaire.

"What if I don't understand what they're asking?" she said thinking about electricity.

"Put a question mark next to it and we'll talk about it," he replied a slight smile on his face.

It took her nearly an hour to fill everything out, Johnny had long since finished and gone to sit in the living room with a cup of coffee, and a cigarette.

Tammi walked into the living room, handed him the paper, blushing furiously and sat in the chair across from him, lighting her own cigarette, without thinking. Johnny looked at her then at the cigarette, making note, but didn't say a word. He looked down at the paper making note of things she'd put question marks next to, things she'd like to try, things she would never do. He compared it with his own and then handed his list to her.

She looked over everything, there wasn't much that he absolutely wouldn't do, but there was a lot he had tried that she hadn't. She giggled at a few, but mainly because she was nervous. They talked for hours, and Johnny showed her a few trusted sites where she could chat with others, without them expecting anything. Johnny said hi to a few friends online, but didn't stay on long. Tammi smiled, she didn't know how he did it, she usually couldn't get away with saying hi, bye to people, she had in-depth conversations; she looked at him, asking silently how he had done that.

"In BDSM chat rooms, for subs most of them will say they have chores or tasks to complete, or that their respective other is home," he smiled, "But Dom/mes leave rooms without explanation all the time, it's respectful to say something when leaving, but not necessary for anyone. You don't have to give an explanation, just say I have to go, or whatever. People online know that everyone has a life outside of the computer, whether they want one or not."

Tammi looked at him startled, she hadn't thought of it that way. She had been so consumed by other people's lives she hadn't really been living her own. It was almost midnight and Johnny had work early the next morning, they decided to go to bed. Johnny climbed into bed, and Tammy climbed in next to him.

As she drifted off to sleep, she heard Johnny mumble, "We'll start tomorrow."

She smiled.