Revelation

Her bags were packed; she had received her acceptance letter; now all Emma had to do was let her puritanical parents know she was going to a school with a reputation for turning women into dominatrices.
“So… Mom, Dad…” she muttered.
“What is it, dear?” her father asked.
“I wanted to say that… hmmm…”
“Yes? Go on!” her mother insisted.
“Well, I… There’s no easy way to say this, but I…”
“Oh, spill it, dear! You got in St. Diva’s, didn’t you? Well done!”
“You know?” Emma gasped.
“Of course I do. The Headmistress is a friend of mine. We used to share a dorm there. How do you think I bagged your father at such a tender age?” the older woman winked.
“What she said,” her father unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the metal collar underneath. “We’re so glad we don’t need to keep this secret away from you anymore. You made the right choice.”
“Thanks…” Emma scratched her head as she mused on what kinky stuff her parents were really into.
“Imagine no more,” her mother said as if she had read her mind. “Once you graduate, we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
Emma smiled. Now, she had one more thing to look forward to.