Jules did not really expect her to start dressing him immediately.  If their positions were reversed, he would take the chance to feel her body.  It does not make him feel any better about it though.  Not at all.<br/><br/>He does as she orders, lifting his arms, to let her wrap that corset thingie on.  It does feel tight, and only gets tighter and tighter.  Unable to supress a wince as it tightens about it.  He is torn, wanting to look down and see what she is doing, and yet, not wanting to. He closes his eyes, waiting for her to finish.  Then a tightness about his neck, no doubt the collar he saw earlier.  He remains still, but it feels like it covers his whole neck.  The thought of whether or not he can turn his head.  It is tight, all about his neck, but allows him to breath.<br/><br/>His eyes snap open as the slap, and he obeys the voice, spreading his legs.  Jules feels her hands brushing against or touching his manhood, cool leather starts to wrap about him there.  He starts to reach for her, grab her hand, or rather, would, but... he can't move...  not at all.  All he can do is stand there helplessly, while straps imprison his manhood, a cool metal ring seperating his asscheeks, removing the last defense of his anus.<br/><br/>He watches as moves around him, hating that smile as she attaches something to his front, which just hangs there.  Totally confused by that, why would that be put on him, seems so... pointless.<br/><br/>Suddenly free to move, Jules shifts as she tugs on the rings.  She is playing at some game, but what?  He cannot think of what she is doing.  "I... uhm...  it is.... different," he says, not sure what to say, how to answer.    He blinks, unsure what she might mean by missing something.  "Missing something?  I... I am not sure I understand...  missing what?"