That was true, he didn't like when she let him go, but he was naked, and his hands being secured behind his back to his collar didn't exactly leave him free.  The slap snaps him out of such thoughts, his face thrown to one sides.<br/><br/>Jules looks up at her as she sits on his stomach.  He tries not to, determined to not to show any more weakness as she pulls and tugs on his sensitive nipples, but a whimper finally escapes.  He swallows as she talks about using a cane on him.  Quite sure that she could, and would do as she threatens.  And quite afraid that she will do it all to soon.<br/><br/>Jules squirms under her as her fingers pinch his flesh.  He tries to twist from under her, but bound as he is, can do nothing to avoid those fingers as they pinch and pinch.<br/><br/>Jules cannot help but think about the differences between the two of them, her free to move as she wishes, him, bound tightly in leather.  He groans as she strokes him, his cock responding to her touch.  Grimacing as her teeth bite down on his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood.<br/><br/>"I... I am sorry," Jules says.  "But, dreams are dreams, I don't have any control over them.  Can't... can't I have that escape?  Is that so bad?"