She kisses him, this time more like the usual kisses she gives him.  He almost gags as his cum floods into his mouth.  He swallows, then again as she breaks the kiss, trying to resist as his hands are brought behind him, but brought and secured behind his back they are.  His knees and ankles are secured together as well.  The straps about his cock, now tight, and securing it against his stomach.<br/><br/>He lays there, secured as she lays there, next to him.  Helpless as she purrs at him.  Staring back at her, the look on his face saying "Lucky me," but not saying anything.  Knowing it would only hurt.<br/><br/>Jules whimpers, squirming as her fingers twist and squeeze at his nipple.  Glad when she lets go.  Sure it is not for his benefit, but glad nonetheless.  He sighs as the leash appears.  Maybe... maybe he will be allowed to walk?  He can only hope.<br/><br/>He sighs, when he can move, but only enough to get on hands and knees.  Jules kneels there on all fours, lowering his head as the whip smacks him on the ass.  Like he was some beast.  He begins to crawl, those breasts swaying as he moves.<br/><br/>Then again, to her, he might just be a beast.<br/><br/><br/>