Publisher's Synopsis
I'm an educated and successful woman. I've never thought of myself as a submissive. I study the human mind; in particular: I've spent years researching Consent.Klaus argued-no, my Master: he TOLD me-that the issue was *really* "Desire." Older, more educated, and more successful-a professor I first met in Berlin, when I was doing a two-year post-doc there-it wasn't that Klaus "talked me over" to his point of view. I would explain what he *really* did . . . if I could explain it to myself. I didn't "give in." I wasn't "subdued." I BEGGED. Repeatedly. Abjectly. I PLEADED for the privilege of being PERMITTED to surrender. When Klaus *finally* took me? I was GRATEFUL-more deeply than I can explain (most especially to myself). When Klaus told me-after he *allowed* me to marry-that my husband was no longer allowed to see, never mind touch, most of my body? I knew I would obey. Of course I would! What other possibility was there?
