Continuing on with the first night.

Handcuffs - I'd never felt them on my wrists before, never actually
been restrained with my hands behind my back before. It was frightening
and extremely exciting. Flogging - without concern this time for marks
that might be left and so much more intense than the last time. And I
found that I loved it. And you knew I did. Those wicked, wicked
clamps, one on each breast, one on my clit - and it hurt as much as I
remembered. But this time, I didn't ask you to remove them. This time I
worked on processing the pain, riding the pain, cumming through the pain,
to please you. I had promised myself that I would give you all I could
and more. I had promised the same to you. I had no intention of
crying mercy at the first difficult moment.

And when I finally had your cock in my mouth, then in my cunt, feeling
what you'd already done to my body, feeling my mind as far into
submission as I'd ever been, I felt home. I felt yours. We fucked for hours
- it didn't just seem like hours, it really was. Throughout the night,
grabbing moments of sleep until one of us would wake up and reach for
the other, into the morning...it felt like you'd never get enough of
being inside me, under me, over me...and I felt the same. What
submissive could fail to feel special and wanted when subjected to that level of
desire? I asked for each orgasm you gave me, sometimes begging,
sometimes pleading. And when you commanded, demanded, called for it -
another orgasm would roll through my body, for you. For your pleasure.