It was strictly radio silence for Mark while she was mulling over his request. Life with Mark could be scary, could be exhilarating, always exciting. Life without Mark was....fucking boring. He'd promised no pain. No, scratch that. Little pain. If she submitted. Possibly big time pain if she disobeyed. But she needed it. So he said. Was he right? She tapped her pen against her desk. What had he been right about so far? She wasn't afraid of pain. Didn't even mind a little bit of it during sex. She wasn't against BDSM because it objectified women. She was afraid of what would happen if she liked it. She wanted to give up control, to be allowed to feel and enjoy without being constantly worried about her performance. She loved the ball gag, despite all her initial fears and opinions of it. She liked the bondage. So far he’d been right about everything. How far off base was it to think he'd be right about what kind of 'training' she needed? It's not like she didn't know him. She'd spent plenty of time alone with the man.
