The days seem to merge together.  She opens his box, drawing him out of it.  Feeding him some paste that barely qualifies as food.  Then he has to use his tongue to pleasure her many times.  Teasing his breasts and cock, then the gel, and back into his box for another painful night of... rest.<br/><br/>Another day, if it really is such, and the chest is opened.  Her manner is...  more warm than anytime he can remember in the past.  He lifts himself up, kneeling there in his box.  Moving closer to her hand as she touches his heavy, heavy breast, weights swaying from the nipple clamps.  Nodding his head, working his mouth to ease the soreness from the gag.  "Yes mistress," he says, glad that his training is over, wondering what will happen to him next.<br/><br/>Jules shakes his head.  He is not going to try anything stupid, where could he go?  He had been left to his own devices, and had begged for her to get him.  Did he have a life before this?  It was so hard to remember.  "I will be a good boy mistress," he promises her, not wanting to displease her again.<br/><br/>With the promise in his mind, Jules goes upstairs.  A little more confident in his ability to walk in these heels.  Finding his way to the bath, he settles into the water.  Sighing as his body sinks into the water, this felt so good for his sore muscles.  Taking some time to just relax and luxuriate in the warm water, fingers go to a clamp.  His breasts feeling so sore and heavy, he tugs once on it, wincing as it pulls on his abused nipple.  Then letting go, and getting some soap, he washes himself clean, making sure to scrub all the dirt and grime from his body and his hair.  Rinsing himself off, he goes back inside to rejoin her.