Jules blushes as they talk about him, hoping that maybe he could get to spend some time with one or more of them in private.  Doubting it would ever happen though.  Quite sure one or both mistresses would want to watch.<br/><br/>The smell of their food elicits a growl from his own stomach.  No telling what it is they are eating, but it smells so delicious.  He wastes no time when his mistress motions him over.  Jules goes to her, breasts and hips swaying with each step, then getting down on all fours next to his mistress.  Breasts dangling as he stays like that, those clamps now hanging down towards the ground. Gasping as her hands go to his heavy, sensitive breasts.  Unable to help himself, he was desperate for feelings against his manhood, his body moving, manhood rubbing against her hand.<br/><br/>Jules rises at the smack, repressing the urge to groan at the idea of wearing that dress.  Nodding, whispering, "Yes mistress," before he is on his way.  He quickly goes downstairs, making his way to the dungeon.  Finding his uniform, he pulls it down his body, tugging it into place to make sure it is on right, then dropping to one knee, slipping one of the high heels, then the other on.<br/><br/>Getting a tray, and making sure it is clean, Jules puts a set of the heavy binds on it, and the last two whips she used on him.  Not really liking them, and not wanting to experiment more with them.  Looking about at all the stuff on the walls, he sees a mask with holes for the nose and mouth, and remembering the blindfolds, and wondering hoe that felt, adds that to the tray.  Looking about, nothing seems to jump out at him, so he gets the tray, and carefully starts back upstairs.  Kneeling next to her, the tray held up.  Blushing again at the sight he must present to the other girls.