Jules groans as his eyes crack open, the sights surrounding him unfamiliar.  His eyes reopen, and look to her as her hand moves so delightfully over his cock.  Taking a breath, he can feel the tight corset, and the straps holding his breasts prisoner.  Taking a quick look about, he can tell they are not in the same place, but then, does it really matter, he is bound for her amusement, and here she is to amuse herself with his helpless body.<br/><br/>"Good morning," Jules mumbles back.  He blinks at her words.  She was being nice, must have missed something.  Not saying it, but sure feeling it.  A soft moan as she licks and suckles on his nipple as it sticks out of that metal ring, followed by a wince at the bite.  "I... I don't..." he trails off.<br/><br/>Then, he gives a shrug.  "I don't know, maybe some time off with good behavior..." he says sarcaistically.  "Go ahead, think of something, if you are going to torment me, I am not going to give you ideas how."  He tugs against the bonds holding his wrists, not expecting to get free, but to make a point.