With a soft click, the restraints came open, sending me falling against him. My lovely master scooped me into his arms and carried me to the massive bathroom. Sven scrubbed me down in the shower, before fucking me beautifully from behind, my hands pressing against the cool tiles.
Once I was dried off and feeling like a million bucks, he led me back out into the main room, setting up the suitcase record player he was clever enough to bring. Cracking open the mint first pressing of Giving Up Hope For Lent, he put it on and we danced around the room.
This was a new tradition of ours that I just knew would be repeated every anniversary.
THE END