Bound, hands prisoner and out of the way above his head, Jules is helpless, defenseless as her thighs close about his cock.  About the only thing he could do is bite as she covers his face, and pinches his nose shut so he can't breathe.  He does so, to no effect as her words, being hers, being under control sinks into his mind.<br/><br/>He wiggles under her, squirming to get away from those hands as they keep the air from him.  Jules' struggle is in vain, and soon he is about to pass out from the lack of oxygen.  Her hand is replaced by her lips, planting one of her mocking kisses on him, and forcing the first breath of air into his starved lungs.<br/><br/>Panting for breath as she breaks the kiss, Jules looks to her for a moment.  She does control him, and can anything to him that she wants.  "Yes... mistress," he says, pausing over the word, as it leaves such a sour taste in his mouth.  "Will you please spank me?  I... I have been bad...  and need to be punished... please mistress."<br/><br/>