Jules makes no struggle as she brings his hands behind his back, the leather encasing his hands and arms, forcing them together, imprisoning them there behind his back.  Forcing his breasts out even more.  Her tone is frightening, but at the same time, there is no mockery, no false sense of concern as she is about to inflict pain on him.<br/><br/>Jules sits on the chest, ignoring it for now, more concerned with her, what new pain she is going to inflict on him next, not worrying about what pain will come in a few minutes, much as one is not going to worry about pain that will come tomorrow or next week or next month.  Keeping quiet as she starts to return with several things.  Knowing nothing he could say would stop her.  Opening his mouth wide, looking straight ahead as she places the gag in his mouth.  Teeth biting down on the gag as the teeth of the clamp bite down on his nipples.  The weights pulling on his hapless nipples.<br/><br/>Biting down again as the straps about his breasts.  Jules blinks as she shows him the anal plug.  And then he is turned, an mppphhffff coming from him as it is pushed into his ass.  There is a tingling sensation, that comes from the plug, and then it also on his breasts and cock as she works that paste on him.<br/><br/>Taking a quick look inside the chest, Jules lifts one leg up, over the side of the chest, then inside.  Then moving the other inside the chest.  Taking another look inside, he lowers himself down slowly, trying to kneel down rather than fall down, his balance thrown off by his breasts and his imprisoned hands.  Finally he is down on his knees, leaning down so that she may close the chest.  Not making an struggle, or appeal to her, knowing it would fall on deaf ears.<br/><br/><br/>