We had a lovely evening, went out for a nice meal, both tired but not too tired to have some 'play' when we got back which ended with him pissing over me in the shower which i love.
As i stand up to shower he removes the needles from labia and tits and i watch the blood wash away with the shower water, i find that such an arousing sight, he stands up and washes me, soaping my marked and sore tits, over the whip marks, these same hands that bring me pain now so tender.
He stands behind me, telling me to look in the mirror, im covered, bruises starting to form, whip marks, cuts on my tits, using his fingers he brings me to orgasm, "I love you" he says and i reply "even like this?" its odd for me but i was feeling vulnerable and needing re-assurance which i dont generally, not in these circumstances, he turns to face me "especially like this".
Showered and dried we go to bed, watch a little television nestled into him, before falling asleep in his embace feeling safe and loved.
Thats about as romantic as i can get.