Jules stops, he had been going for the strap on she had earlier.  Glad that he has some choice in the matter, no matter how little.  He crawls to the dresser, then lifts himself to a kneeling position, he opens the door, peering inside.  Swallowing at several of the strap ons he sees.  Some really large, others with knobs along their length.<br/><br/>Sorting thru them, he selects one, nothing to long, but smooth, one with no knobs.  He takes it it, then lowers his head, knowing that more pain and humiliation is close at hand.  Putting the strap on in his mouth, he settles back onto his hands and knees.  Remaining there on all fours, the strap on held firmly by his teeth.