microphone was a 23 year old, magniloquent, athletic joiner who's hobby was restoring authoritative cars.

He became tempted by an old Light planetary house on the south W coast of England which was going up for sales agreement by auction.

Being the but soul at the auction who was willing to pull to the duty of renovating and maintaining the historic anatomical structure meant that he won the bid straight away without competition.

Using money borrowed from his parents and the banking concern, it was to be his heart filled undertaking converting it into a home for him to live, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at night time.

He struggled with local authorities when changing anything about the building as there seemed to be a lot of objections from the nearby villagers.

In early June, two workweek into the project, the admittance path had been cordoned off with temp metal fence for refuge reasons and a bill saying ‘ Footway closed until late Sept ’.

One morning Mike was returning after picking up provision in his white van when he noticed that the fencing had been moved whilst he was out.

He parked the van and had a look around for tourists to find oneself that his air compressor had been thrown down the John Rock face, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the solitary answer to progress his task further was to replace the compressor.

triplet hours later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the pharos door was unfold. This metre the inside of the beacon had been ransacked.

The fridge was door undefended slightly and with a niggling bit more investigation, he found that whitener had been poured into his Milk River cartonful. He also noticed that both of his assault and battery drill had been stolen meaning another appearance stopper for the job.

Ensuring he locked the door this prison term, he was livid as he had to waste the afternoon out again buying a transposition drill.

In a second hand store he found a suitable Mandrillus leucophaeus at a deal cost, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to take the air out he noticed under the glass of the counter amongst other small detail, a pair of handcuffs for sale.

"How lots for those ?"He asked pointing to the cuffs.

"birdcall it Ten."The cashier replied, picking them up and handing them over the counter to Mike.

"But there's only one key. I'll give you Five."Mike bargained.

"Seven and it's a deal."The cashier suggested holding out his helping hand to shake on it.

He'd have paid the full Price but just wanted to barter a lot for the fun of it. The cuffs would be Charles Frederick Worth much more if they helped him apprehend the perpetrator who was vandalising his building site.

He began shouting salacity when he returned to find the Vandal had visited again and this time some of his construction supplies had been thrown all over the Rock on the shore line.

Early the adjacent good morning he drove his van away from the clear sign of the zodiac and walked back so that he could lay in time lag to catch the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with hanker haircloth heading towards the fence but not wanting to get view looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the front door set up to pounce.

He couldn't see and so was n't to have a go at it that his intruder was a woman.

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the variety which would allow the lighthouse to be converted to a private home and had actively campaigned against all the planning practical application throughout the whole process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin boots, high shank wanton blue skinny reach denim and a rainbow coloured bun neck long sleeve woollen pullover. She had a garden pink ribbon in her hanker browned hair with a thin blue angel fuzz streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to urinate sure the seacoast was clear before sneaking through the fence and trying the door handle.

It was unlocked.

He couldn't see who it was but as soon as he saw a hand appear around the door, he was ready and quickly snapped one of the turnup tightly around the articulatio radiocarpea that followed.

She was so shocked her whole body froze as she looked down at her hand and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a charwoman but it didn't matter, he simply wrapped his arms around her chest, pinning her coat of arms to her sides then quickly ran her backwards over to the merchantman of the spiral staircase.

He pushed her back against the smoothing iron banister railing that ran with the stair, all the way around the wall of the throwaway building from the floor to the glass light way at the very top.

"GET YOUR fuck HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

Still shocked with the unbelief of what was happening, she realised that she'd been caught and found herself not fighting him off as he held her wrists.

By wrapping his branch around her waistline, he pushed her shaking limb behind her back.

Before she knew it her early carpus was locked in the costless manacle and he stepped away, letting go of her.

She realised when she tried to incite that he had not only cuffed her hands behind her but also around one of the metallic element banister measure that she was leaning against.

"It's not what it looks like."She said.

Because mike wasn't expecting a woman, he had to be sure he wasn't making a mistake.

"Who the fuck are you ?"He asked.

"I'm Jay-Jay."She replied."This isn't what you think."

"What are you doing breaking into my place ?"He said.

"I came across two battery drills on the sway yesterday and wondered if they might be yours."

"Really !"He said to her."Would you like a glass of freshly poisoned milk before you start telling me the truth ?"“ There's a television camera over there. I've seen everything."

There was no camera but he thought he'd try and trick a confession out of her.

It worked.

"I'm sorry."was all she could say knowing that she was busted and not wanting to dig her self deeper into this hole.

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her offenses."Vandalism ! Destruction of somebody else's dimension ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You better depart talking."

"What do you want me to say ?"she replied."Are you going to call the police ?"

"Do you know how much fucking money you've cost me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my back pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a acknowledgment scorecard notecase from one of her indorse pockets and her telephone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

"Juliet Jones."He said."And you're thirty five ? Is this unfeigned ?"

"Yes."She replied, knowing exactly who he was from the local authority paperwork she'd been contesting"Are you Mike ?"

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your name before."he said,"You're that painfulness in the nates lady who's been objecting to all my planning applications for renovating this situation aren't you ?"

"You shouldn't be ruining this beautiful lighthouse."She told him,"This is my puerility playground and the office I come to worship the stars."

He went back over to her and searched her front line pockets, removing her house keys and some Johnny Cash, placing the detail on a table.

"Do you have any former ID ? I don't believe you are twelve yr older than me."He said, then bent down and further searched her by running both his mitt against the inside and outside of her leg, standing back up straight as he reached her waist.

He then repeated the process on her former leg, admiring the tightness of her denim and the embodiment of her wooden leg as he stood back up again.

Standing in front of her he held onto her coxa and caught a glint from her eye.

"Are you enjoying yourself ?"She asked."You know I might have a gun in my bra ?"

"You owe me compensation for all of your damage."He said."So I'm making certain you don't have any fiddling legerdemain up your sleeve."

"What is it that you want me to do ?"she asked, looking at him with big puppy eyes in the hope that she could gain his attraction to form in her favour.

"You need to take a shit it up to me."He told her.

Strangely the showtime thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his face was her breath. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his mind into a quick ‘ wow'moment as he continued staring into her seductive eyes.

"Who knows that you're here ?"he asked.

"Nobody."She replied."This is all my own doing."

"Who lives with you that's going to come and facilitate you ?"

"I live on my own."She told him"Nobody else is involved or knows about my campaign."

They stood in silence, still staring into each others eyes.

One More accidental inhalation of her fresh breather had him hooked.

"flavor like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his consistence search over her arse impertinence with his hands.

In her head she knew that he was right. This caused a little flicker in her pubic region from down below. She had to answer him quickly.

"If you think you're man plenty little boy."She replied.

He was insulted and responded with"Is that what you think ?"

He moved his hand up from her arse to around her waist and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a look for gas pedal then shall we ?"he said, knowing full well that there wasn't going to be any. He stopped when he reached her bra, still covered by her rainbow pattern knitted jumper.

She frowned at him when he tried to put his fingers inside her bra cups to feel her tits.

"That's never going to work."She said."You'll have to undo the strap first."

"I know !"he said abruptly like a child would.

She smiled at him and asked"You haven't done this before have you ?"

"Yes !"he replied.

The feel of shyness and embarrassment on his cheek told her otherwise.

"Oh my god."She laughed."You're a cherry tree boy aren't you ?"

"No !"he said but couldn't look her in the eye any more.

"So here I am then."She smiled."I'm chained up here, all available and at your clemency. Do your unsound. exhibit me what you've got."

He tried to appear experienced by putting one hand in her crotch.

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now win over that he had never been with a woman before.

"You can start by kissing me."She said still smiling."Don't worry it won't hurt."

He looked her in the eyes and then at her sweet smelling mouth, about to make a movement towards her, he gently touched the clump in the middle of the nuzzle band piercing she had between her nostrils through her septum.

"How do you get this in and out ?"he asked.

Was he stalling ? She thought.

"You don't."she explained."It requires a special duad of plyers to remove it and to fit it."

She could feel him trembling. The world of this position was obviously getting to him.

If she could get him to screw her with these handcuff on, she could threaten him with wrongful imprisonment and rape. That way he would be in more hassle than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would demand him down.

"I think you need to research my arse again."She said."You might have missed something."

He put his hands around her shank and slip them down behind her, stopping on her tightly apparel rear cheeks.

She planted her mouth on his lips and pushed her spit inside him.

He pulled her in close and locked lips with her. She could feel his growing erection pressing firmly against her.

Are we going to do this standing up or lying down ?"she whispered.

"I'm not letting you escape if that's what your game is."He told her.

"If you cuff my hands in front of me so that I can use the pot, then I'll come back and express you what a charwoman really wants."She told him."I won't try to turn tail. I want your virginity."

He didn't react, only stared into her wide eyes, kissed her again and pulled out the 1 key from his pocket.

As soon as the cuff swung opened she bolted for the door, ripping the manacle from his hands as he was trying to remove the key. He'd trusted her and wasn't prepared for this.

He immediately took off after her, chasing her towards the door.

He thought it strange that she didn't reach for the door grip but instead she put her back against the bulwark behind the door, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the undefended cuff swinging from her wrist.

She stood still and didn't fight him as he fumbled with the now bent key in the lock.

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her free wrist again, this time with her hands in front of her.

"Don't try that again !"he told her.

"If I wanted to get away then, I would have."She told him.

He pointed to a doorway and said"gutter is there."

As she began the lengthy process of removing her dungaree, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the spiral staircase, pushing the headspring of it up against the banister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

Jay-Jay returned from the bathroom to see him manovering the bed at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient positioning for the bed right in front of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

He went to bump off one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was bent. On further inspection he saw that the bit on the end of the key was completely broken off and he was in fact only left holding a small metal tube in his digit. This was a problem as now she will own to be cut free.

He walked over to his pecker pectus and lifted an open padlock from its lid.

"I'm guessing this iron banister and that lock in your deal have something to do with your next move."She said, looking at the staircase.

She raised her coat of arms above her forefront when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able to resist her accessibility and ‘ his firstly time'would materialize the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the ringlet around the connecting chain in the middle of the handcuff and then around the metallic element bar of the banister. The unanimous banister clanged with the interference of the lock snapping shut.

"I'm all yours."She told him, continuing with her plan of seduction into blackmail.

He lay on top of her and began kissing her sweet degustation lips.

"Aren't you going to get undressed ?"she asked.

"Of course."He said sounding like he knew what he was doing.

He took off his clothes and lay down next to her on the bed.

"Obviously I would be playing with your cock by now but with my work force like this you'll have to masturbate yourself first."

"I know, I was about to."He said beginning to rub his own cock.

She smiled at how primitive this XX three year old Virgo the Virgin was.

"Take my jeans off before you have an accident."She told him.

"If you think you are ready enough."He replied.

"payoff my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his font as he struggled to hit the tight try-on jeans from her legs, all the time pretending that this was rule for him, as though he'd done it spate of fourth dimension before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to stop with the jean and polish off her footwear first. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the measure of fourth dimension it took him to strip her lower half naked.

"Can you lift my jumper above my head word and slay my bra please, I would do it myself but with thing as they are. You know."She asked, knowing that the bra was going to be his next hurdle.

This was going to be like sleeping with a comic she thought, changing her tone to actually wanting sex with him, she again felt a fluttering from down below.

"buss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

He began randomly stabbing around between her pegleg with his erection.

She took shame on him.

"Could you do me a favor ?"she asked."Could you spit in your script and rub it on the end of your cock to lubricate us both please and use your hand to lead yourself in to me please ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a petty bit dry that's all."

His spitting action was far from romantic but he was successful in the end. Using one hand, he finally found his way inside her.

She anticipated and accepted the pain as he pushed himself all the way in with his first stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

She turned her mind and stole a buss from him as he selfishly pounded away into her still moistening wetness.

sentence to commence faking it she thought and so began to moan.

It worked. It didn't take hanker before she felt him coming inside her. She quickly shouted out, faking her pleasure.

It worked.

He rolled off and lay on the bed next to her.

"What's it find like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you mind passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

"You'll have to un cuff me so that I can wipe myself."She told him.

"I'm not risking you running again. The handcuff are staying on, I'll wipe you myself."He said.

"So are you going to dress me too ?"she asked.

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

He pulled on her underwear then went to refit her bra.

She laughed and laughed at his failed attempt to get it right.

Eventually the bra was on straight and her jumper was pulled down again.

Next came the jeans. The dreaded jeans.

"You don't stand a chance."She said.

"I can do this."He told her."Just postponement and see."

With a lot of oeuvre he managed to get them as far as her thighs before realising that they were going no further without her standing up.

He had an idea.

Jay-Jay wondered what he was doing as he battled to remove the dungaree again, then disappeared trough a threshold with them in his hand.

microphone cut the peg of her jeans away on a rebuff diagonal angle having the longest persona in the heart of the denim and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the pelvic arch. With four inch of denim left below the genital organ he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with truehearted drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

Admiring his work, he returned to the bed and showed her his creation.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO MY JEANS ?"she shouted."Do you know how much they cost ?"

"Don't you talk to me about money."He said."You owe me loads !"

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is wrongful imprisonment and that initiative screw of yours counts as RAPE !"

microphone stood there in shock whilst what she just said drop down in.

"Undo these cuff !"she ordered.

He immediately ran over and hopelessly fumbled with the wear out key in the lock again.

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

stretch for the padlock key he popped it undecided and released the strand from the banister, sending another clangoring all the way up the stairs.

Jay-Jay also struggled with the handcuff key but gave up when she realised that it was doing nothing.

"I'll have to cut them off."He told her"I have a saw."

She stood up, snatched her ruined jeans from his hand and pulled them on over her coxa, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much easier than when they were full-of-the-moon duration jeans.

"How are you going to do this ?"she asked holding the cuffs in presence of his face.

He took her to an side by side room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof area like a wet room or modest swimming pocket billiards, designed to overtake and take any diesel motor spillage from the fuel storage cooler which had been removed years ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

There were no Windows in this surface area, but it was almost candid plan as there was no wall between the dugout spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the rest of the lighthouse.

She could see amongst other materials being stored in this subside area, a heavy old wooden dining table.

The table had a shop vice temporarily attached to one side of it in the centre of its rectangular distance, held securely in stead with a gaoler tight clamp, tightened from underneath the duncish wooden top.

He guided her around to the opposite slope of the table.

"Reach over and pass me your wrists."He said.

She understood the system of logic and reached over the breadth of the table, resting her elbow joint ether side of the frailty so that he could clamp the manacle and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both cuff at the same meter over the contribution where the locking mechanism was, with the Chain down in to the vice and the hinge of both cuffs pointing up.

After picking up the saw, he paused for a moment.

right field now I'm safe he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her campaign to break this renovation project which is exactly what she's wants.

He walked around the back of the tabular array, admiring his prisoner and her predicament, leaning over the table, clamped in her vulnerable position.

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison sentence, he changed his mind. He had no uncertainty that she would go straight to the police if he allowed her to.

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curvature of her bottom as she was bent over the table.

"WHAT ?"she cried out, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"I can't let you go and tell the police."

"I'm not going to the police."She said."seed on. Cut these things off."

He put the saw down and slid his little finger's breadth up and inside the bottom of her shorts, running it along the lowest part of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim tog arse and stroked the smooth flesh inside her leg at the top just before the indent caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both slope, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch in-between her legs.

"I think I might be in love."He said, knowing that it didn't topic what he said as he was fully in charge of the situation.

"What ?"She said."Don't be cockeyed. You've just had your first perceptiveness of a charwoman that's all."

"That maybe on-key but seeing you like this is making me need to sleep with you again."He told her.

"If you cut these manacle off I'll roll in the hay you again."

"No. I want to bang you over this table."He said.

He lay on the mesa on his rear. She allowed him to agitate her up and squirm his way under her bureau, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

Being careful not to bang his head on the vice he said"I want to taste your sweetness one more time."

She looked him in the eye and asked"Then will you let me go ?"

Without replying he pressed his lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his mouth, breathing more and to a greater extent heavy through her scent as the kiss continued. She could finger his erection poking her in the tum through his jeans.

Eventually when the osculation broke he wriggled his way out from under her chest of drawers, stood up and walked around the back of her.

Starting with his hands on her rear end he slid them over her hips, around to her battlefront and stopped on the top push of her shorts.

"I might try a unlike hole this time."He said as he was about to pop the clit open.

"NO !"she shouted kicking her boot backwards into his shin.

"I think you're forgetting who's the boss around here."He said then picked up a curlicue of rope.

Keeping his distance he wrapped a iteration of roach around her correct mortise joint and pulled it tight, securing the former end to a tabular array leg.

repetition this on her former ankle, he spread her branch wide apart by tying the roofy off on the opposite position of the table, forcing her organic structure down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

"Ok, we can get have a go at it again if you promise to let me go ?"she said, almost pleading.

Looking at her lower half spread eagle he replied"I'm afraid it's too late for that now. You need to be taught a lesson."

"JUST LET ME GO YOU FUCKING hind end HOLE !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

"This is such a beauty."he said, slapping her arse once with his right hand.

She twisted her wrist in the cuffs again as he pressed himself against her, confirming his arousal through their clothes.

"I have to go out for a while."he told her.

"well untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her ankle he ran both his hands along the voiced cutis of her leg, all the way up to her fork where he rubbed his fingerbreadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then subside his dentition into one of her two, beautiful helplessly expose bum cheeks.

"Consider yourself under punishment."He said standing and speaking softly into her ear."Besides, I won't be long."

"YOU CAN'T leave of absence ME LIKE THIS !"she screamed."Just fuck me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden stairs leaving her there with her legs spread wide apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her house key fruit he convinced himself that he had to go stop her home out.

walk back down the stair, he had one more than kiss of her arse then said"Don't go any where now will you."

With her speech sound and Key in his hand, he closed the lighthouse door behind him making sure it was locked then walked to call back his van and pay her theater a visit.

After casually knocking on her threshold and receiving no answer he nervously unlocked it and walked in.

The property was the end building in a row of terrace sign of the zodiac with a fencing around the drive providing rich privacy from any on looking neighbours.

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the right field home as he smelled her recognisable aroma.

The immediate goal was not to rob the station but to bump off any point that if a family extremity or even the police where to expect around, would pee it look like she had packed her necessity and gone away for a while of her own accord.

Knowing that she lived alone, he had to face for evidence of any deary. Finding none he nervously headed upstairs.

He packed a suitcase with underclothing, cosmetics and medicine of the sort that a woman might take away with her when going traveling.

His shamed feeling whilst rummaging through her personal self-possession quickly changed to that of excitement when he opened a shoe box he'd found under her bed.

It was her sex box containing three different size and contour of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber tape measure on a roll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shiny jewelry box, her passport, coin bank cards, toothbrush and anything else this hippy missy might remove traveling with her. The only thing he didn't pack was any of her wearing apparel as there wasn't elbow room and besides, who would remark which wearing apparel were not missing ? He thought.

A shimmy dog with a love heart on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a nominal gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the courtship typesetter's case with the rest of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the telephone set she'd brought with her to the beacon light, meaning that any tracking would show her in conclusion position as her home.

He stopped for solid food on his way back home.

On entering the lighthouse he could hear her calling for him to liberate her before he even set eyes on her.

"I brought you something."He said, laying the teddy bear on the table.

touch violated, she immediately began to cry, knowing that he had been in her house.

"You want out do you ?"he asked.

"Yes please."She snivelled quietly.

He took off his leather belt and hammered a muddle through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the knock from behind her, through the whack loops all the way around her drawers and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the fix, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the board and opened the vice, releasing the handcuffs from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a lowly amount of exemption so she could try and stand up again.

As she assisted herself by using her hands on the wooden top, having her ramification still bound spread apart, he walked back around the mesa and took wait of the chain between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the curl shut around the strand, securing her bridge player to the belted ammunition at waist pinnacle in strawman of her, meaning she had no luck of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

Untying her ankles from the table legs allowed her to stand up correctly.

The dugout surface area they were standing in was five invertebrate foot downcast than the main floor. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the wall so the next affair he did was vacate the steps up out of the room.

Above the opposite bulwark to where the steps had been was a tunnel leading to the original coal root cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden gradation underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the other equipment up and out of the room, including the mesa and frailty, leaving the two of them standing in this five human foot deep drop domain with no agency of getting out.

Having the use of his arms meant that he could jump up and attract himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no prospect with her wrists cuffed to her waist in battlefront of her.

Before climbing out he stood behind her, put his arm around her waist and handed her the teddy bear dog.

"If you behave, I won't hurt you."He whispered into her ear.

He cleared the edge of all the material he had just lifted out then cooked for the two of them.

By lowering the wooden dance step back down into the sunken room he was able to conduct her into the chief lighthouse tug room where she sat down to eat.

"I went to collect some of your things."He said, opening the wooing pillowcase in front of her."I found some interesting items."

He held the small shiny jewellery box in his hand. It was three in long and one and a half inches wide of the mark with the lid being the wholly top one-half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the milled silver.

He slid the lid away from the buttocks, pulled out a pair of small shining plier and held them up in front line of her with a questioning scowl on his face.

"Their for my nose halo"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

"Is this for you nose too ?"he asked.

"No. That's for my lower lip."She replied.

He looked closer at the bottom lip of hers that he had kissed so passionately but never before noticed that it was pierced.

"You unscrew the noggin from the end and then I can thread it through my lip."She explained.

The stud was made up of a silver looking suddenly bar joined to a large bout flat plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny dome at the other.

He put his hired hand back in the jewelry box and picked out another piece. This one had the Lapplander large record at one end of the shiny silver quill but the theatrical role that screwed off had a ball with a flatware halo going through it, like a tiny half inch diam towel ring.

He unscrewed the ring from the end, then placed both voice back in the box and picked out the original domed stud.

"Can I see ?"he asked, unscrewing the silver rivet from the end.

She opened her jaw so he could poke the small shiny beam through her lower lip piercing all the way until the flat disk pressed against the interior of her mouth.

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the small-scale ring. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the band in spot of the domed stud on the end of the silver light beam poking through her lip.

She immediately felt the ring resting on her chin and asked him"Is that my hard worker doughnut ?"

"Is that what it's called."He replied."unusual choice of jewellery I must say."

"My girl bought it for me years ago."She explained.

He was stunned at her revelation.

"lady friend ?"he asked.

"Yes."She continued."It was just a girl I met in prison."“ I didn't know that I was bi-sexual until I went away but being around charwoman all day turned me prison house bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police adult female in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protest in London. It drew ancestry from her pry and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to excuse I received three calendar month inside."

microphone was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waistline, now with a mob through the middle of her bottom lip, matching the ring through the heart of her nose.

"You're a bad apple aren't you ?"He said.

"You mean so bad that you love me ?"she replied.

dogshit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

He kept her handcuffs locked to her rap as he fed her with a crotch but released them and removed her whack afterwards so that she could use the toilet.

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock away the chain of her cuff above her head to the metal railing of the banister again.

She obliged and the familiar spirit clanging noise rang out from the stairway as he snapped the ringlet shut, confirming her immobilisation.

"So you're a tribade are you ?"he asked.

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

"So now that you're in my prison."He said,"Teach me how to be a lesbian."

"Ok. You start by taking these handlock off."

"Nice try."He replied, then wandered over to the grip and picked up one of her vibrators.

She watched as he switched it on and pressed it into her crotch. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in spot with his knee joint inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals kiss each other ?"he joked.

"No."she told him, knowing that it would take in no difference of opinion to him planting his cheek on hers.

Using his backtalk, he played with her ‘ slave ring'Labret piercing in her bottom lip.

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her head word and stripping her low-pitched half naked apart from her ponderous rush and socks.

"Now put your mind between my legs."She told him, lifting her knee joint slightly.

"Gently portion my sassing and feel for my clitoris."She said and then continued to guide him to the right hand spot.

"bisexual have to continually lick that spot right there with their tongue."

He did as apprise and was surprised with the final result of his actions.

She squeezed her legs together, pressing against his ears, holding his head still.

He could no longer hear her moaning because of her thighs deafening him but hour later he was shocked to hear her screech when she momentarily opened her second joint, enjoying the pleasuring.

He continued the licking, stopping only when she released his head and told him that he'd done well and that she'd had enough.

"It must be my turn."He said, then crawled up the bed and straddled her dresser with his erection pointing in her face.

"If that affair goes anywhere near my mouthpiece I'll bite it off !"she warned him.

He moved his mole right up to her face.

"I mean it. I'll bite it off !"she repeated.

After being exited about his first gust job and getting rejected by her threat, he kind of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her nude with her arms still cuffed above her head.

‘ cunt'he thought. She needed teaching another lesson.

Looking around the lighthouse for brainchild he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the organ pipe he wondered if he could make a hamper for her articulatio talocruralis and keep on her chained up somewhere. This musical theme changed to possible radiocarpal joint hamper when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the tobacco pipe would be too small for an ankle but saint for a wrist.

Noticing a large clamp wrapped around a thick tobacco pipe leading up to the foghorn, gave him an idea.

It was a style known as a T-bolt hose clamp, made from a thin alloy lot with each end having a thicker piece of brand attached, trapping a bolt which when screwed tighter brought the terminal of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

Still lying on the bed, naked he took a cable tie and zip tied it around her cervix until it was touching her skin comfortably all the way around.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

"pickings some measurements."He told her then immediately cut it off her neck opening again.

He did the Saami with one of her wrists, cutting it off again immediately after putting it on.

He then pulled her bra and jumper back down from up over her head and opened the lock holding the handcuff chain to the metal railing at the top of the bed.

After using the toilet, she put her dress back on.

"Don't forget the belt."He told her, picking it up and starting to wander it through her belt cringle from behind.

"You don't need that."She said."I won't fight you."

After fastening the buckle at her rear he took the whorl and threaded it through the hole in the belt at the presence of her waist.

"It's not about fighting me."He told her, guiding the handcuff concatenation into the padlock."I have to go out for a moment, it's this or cuff to the railing on the bed."

They looked at each other in the eyes for a short time, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

Her hands were now locked to the bash at her waist again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the subside bund domain in strawman of the coal cellar tunnel and lifted the steps out again so that she could not start out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

"Not long."he replied mop up and locking the door behind him.

At the ironware store he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clinch of the rectify stylus for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on grommet ring standardised in design but larger than the slave hoop he had tricked her into wearing through her scummy lip. He then picked out two tenseness springs from the Brobdingnagian selec-tion on display.

spine at the lighthouse he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to work on his contraption.

He measured and cut a small airstrip of public square metal bar from a scrap Fe logic gate to make a spatial arrangement pin. Then he removed the screw from the two ends of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the lame pin in place he then took one of the tension springs and struggled with his shaft as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps metal band.

With the kickoff springiness in office, spanning the top of the clamp opening, he struggled again with the other spring ; this one was to go across the underside of the clamp.

Fitting the springs on the top and bottom out of the way of the square up pin holding the last of the dance orchestra apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clamp outflow would immediately contract, tightening the striation up.

He almost shat himself as it nearly took his fingerbreadth off when he tested it.

Finally he manufactured a treaded hole through the midsection of the square pin and screwed the glossy loop ring into it so that it could be used to pull in the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden stride back down into the dugout canoe field as she turned and looked at him from the opposite side, standing in presence of the old coal bunker tunnel.

He then escorted her up and over to the bed where he sat her on the slope of the mattress.

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new contraption in his hired man, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her articulatio genus. He then fitted the square pin in between the two ends of the clamp, followed by the inaugural spring. Again he had to use creature to help him pull the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his digit. He then repeated this with the second spring.

Just before he screwed in the suspension ring, he had a thought.

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the sound of a battery drill shortly before he returned with the sheeny little rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two springs and square bar then screwed the twist closed chain in place.

"There."He said."Doesn't that look beautiful ?"

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

"Pull on the tintinnabulation and you'll see."He told her.

"I can't reach."she replied."What the hell is it for ?"

"I'll show you."He said, putting his digit through the hoop, pulling the square bar and the shining cover out of the way of the springiness, allowing them to contract bridge, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

"AAAAAHHHHHH !"she shouted in absolute torture as the clamp tightened painfully around her leg.

"fucking HELL GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT FUCKING HURTS."

He looked in amazement at how deep the band went into her leg and had to take, it did appear painful.

Feeling proud of his handy-work, he quickly removed the springs and took the metal strap from around her leg, leaving a tenuous red score where the blood now rushed back.

"What the screwing was that for ?"she asked.

He unlocked her handcuff from the belted ammunition and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her drumhead to the banister again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the rophy and began tying her ankles together then pulled the rophy over the mattress and down to one of the bed ramification, stretching her torso slightly diagonally across the bed.

He then placed all the parts of the device on the pillow following to her and sat on her chest with his knees at her armpits.

"Oh no. please no."she said.

He picked up the metal band and fitted it around the back of her neck so that the open end was at her front.

She began to shout"NO !"“ NO PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU. DON'T DO THIS."

The banister began making randomness as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once more to pull her articulatio radiocarpea through but to no avail, they were just too tight. The rope holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head from position to side, trying to micturate it inconceivable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first springiness was in piazza and he might accidently release the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tautness outflow in shoes he could feel her hyperventilating with awe. The screening from her jewellery box lid was future, followed by the screw in gang, holding it in space.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

"To ensure that you don't sting me."He told her."Because if you try anything like that I'll puff on this ring and it will go ‘ BOING ’."He said with a smile on his face.

"It will cause that soft, beautiful tender cervix of yours to be so constrict that you won't be able-bodied to breathe."

"Please don't."she begged.

"So let's see if you bite me now."He said.

Then gently holding onto the doughnut he bent down and kissed her back talk, forcing his lingua inside her mouth to pass water his point.

"It makes you more sexy too."He confessed.

He sat back and admired his Handy work, proud of how master it looked.

The shiny metal circle complimented her beautifull smooth skin as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the movement, the give and gun trigger mechanism were hidden by the shiny ellipse shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her name Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the heart of the intelligence Jay and Jay was the ring, swinging down like a gravid version of her lower lip piercing.

He untied her legs and released her custody from the handrail railing above her head.

She ran to the john to face at the in vogue addition to her bondage.

"I won't really bit. I was being threatening because you were making me sense like a cheep sporting lady. I was only trying to keep a sense of dignity about me."She explained.

"fountainhead that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good little whore and not respond me back."“ Understand ?"

"I'm sorry."She told him.

"Prove it."He said."kneel down."

She knew exactly what was coming next as he unfastened his pant in front of her face.

With one hand on the collar ring and his other on the rachis of her headway, he guided his stopcock into her mouth.

being inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the spine of her throat, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a present moment and she pulled away adequate to be able-bodied to talk.

"Just remain firm still and let me do all the work."She said.

"Ok."He agreed."You're the hard worker here."

Having the use of her cuffed hands she was able to do a proper job of wanking and licking his cock, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

It was a fiddling demoralising at first but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasure, significance that she was winning him over.

She could finger his cock pulsing as he was about to cum so she worked on the sensitive head word of it instead of the shaft.

He had other ideas.

With both hired man on the rachis of her head word, he pushed himself in to the rear of her lip, causing her to gag again.

She tried to overstretch away but he held her tight, ineffective to breathe for the few endorsement it took him to empty his payload beyond her lingua, all the way down the binding of her throat.

It was a frightful experience for her but there was no way she could quit him from firing away inside her.

She had no choice other than to live with it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her head, allowing her to breathe again.

"You are amazing."He said, knowing that he didn't have any experience in oral sex to be able to compare her with.

He assisted her standing up with his hand under her arm and guided her over to the bed where he lay her down.

Her hands were just below her chest when he lay on top of her, heading for a kiss.

There was a quick succession of clicks from both sides of the handlock as he accidently lay on the watchstrap, locking them tighter around her wrists.

"Aahhh."She complained."Be heedful, that hurts."

They both studied the handcuffs which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanism and on the tightest scene. They both knew that there was only one solution if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

The cuffs weren't painful now he wasn't laying down on top of them but it meant that she could no longer rotate her articulatio radiocarpea around in them.

"You fucking stupid idiot !"she said, pulling on the cuffs.

"I 'm sorry."he replied."I 'll have to cut them off."

She couldn't believe her ears. She wasn't expecting him to say that.

She assumed that by swallowing his seed she must have earned his fillet of sole. That blowjob had won him over. She was so relieved.

However, he had other plans.

There was no way in the world he was going to let this short hoarded wealth get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was adequate to of with that sweet little mouth of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so much trouble already and realising just how mystifying in it he was, he decided he would keep her intent permanently or at to the lowest degree for as long as destiny allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

After eating she asked him if he was really going to off the cuffs. He told her yes but the collar was staying on.

They walked over to the wooden tabular array where the bench vice was attached. It was no longer in the sunken expanse at the entering to the coal cellar.

Overjoyed at the thought of getting her freedom back at last, she gladly lay across the tabular array for him to clamp her handcuffs in the frailty jaws, as before, to cut them off.

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the table again after last fourth dimension and before she changed her creative thinker, he quickly tightened up the vice on both handlock, holding them steady in preparation for their removal.

She knew something was going incorrectly when he walked around to her slope of the mesa and stood behind her.

There was a garish SLAP as his paw smacked into her arse cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"changeling am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh shit, she thought, how dazed of me. I've been tricked again.

"I'm sorry."She said. I was a bit shocked. I didn't mean it."“ Please don't take it personally."

"You need to teach your shoes around here."he told her.

"I'm sorry."She said again."The handcuff were hurting me at the time."

His hands were now stroking the beautiful peaches of her arse brass that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could work something out."He said.

"Yes we can. Please, anything but this."she begged.

"Anything ?"he asked.

"Oh come on."She said."Please."

He removed her boxershorts and underwear, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a myopic metre, returning with a bottle of vegetable oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her legs apart slightly and poured a piffling veggie oil over her arse crack then massaged it in to her lips as it dribbled down around her crotch.

She tried tugging and twisting her radiocarpal joint in the handcuff again but it was pointless, they were even mingy than before.

He began stripping off and stood behind her naked from the waist down with his erection pointing true towards her arse.

"I'm definitely going anal this time."he told her.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE !"she screamed."nooky me normally if you're going to !"

Her lubricated, inviting arse was right there waiting for him to make his move.

He poked his index finger in to her cakehole, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

One More big glug of oil landed where the tip of his cock pressed against her nates hole.

He spread her nerve and pushed himself in.

"No please don't."she cried"Please."

He began the motion of egotistically pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the self-regard of her defenceless body More and more with each stroke.

The touch of a turnabout doodly-squat was so uncomfortable and degrading that she broke down and began to cry.

"Stop it please."She said through her sobbing.

Now addicted to her rigorous slippery keister hole he continued pumping in and out whilst she cried and begged, stretched out over the table, cuffed and helpless against his fucking frenzy.

Minutes later he was pulling back on her articulatio coxae and coming inside her, groaning loudly as she continued to cry below him, like the broken slave that she now was.

Pulling out and moving away from her, he anticipated that somatic fluids would soon run down her leg, so he told her to filch her feet as he put his own form fitting bagger shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton boxer short circuit, shifting her weighting from one leg to the other, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being hang over the board, with her radiocarpal joint restrained once more by the manacle in the vice. How could I be so fleeceable ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weight from one leg to the other in the Lapp position, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his hormones and allowing them to run wild, causing her demise into his sex slave.

"Don't cry honey."He said, returning to her side."I'm only showing you who's in charge."

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse brass then walked away.

"Where are you going ?"she asked watching him enter the adjacent fogsignal building.

He got to exploit immediately.

From a opus of chip foghorn tobacco pipe, he cut two band from the end, each of them one and a half inch wide, he then rounded the edges with a file cabinet to contribute them a fluid goal that wouldn't vexation against her skin.

He then cut a split in the band and bent them spread a niggling, just enough to fit her wrist joint through.

After cutting the tie-in of a chain in half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the one-half links onto the circle, attaching the strand between them.

"Don't say I don't think about you."He said as he walked past her still restrained body, showing her the twelve column inch chain and metal components in his hands.

After welding the chain between the two soon to be cuffs, he took them over to the table she was laying on.

"What are you doing with that ?"she asked as the Ernst Boris Chain rattled down on to the table.

"You didn't think I was going to remove those manacle without replacing them did you ?"he told her.

He threaded a piece of rope through the ring on the battlefront of her slave choker and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

He then began cutting through one of the manacle in the vice.

As her start articulatio radiocarpea was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most easy affair she could do was to aim her arm under her chest and relief on her elbow.

She did the Same with the other arm when her second articulatio radiocarpea was cut free.

"Lay on the tabular array and spin your pegleg around to this side."He told her.

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not pull the safe pin out from between the springs of her collar as she swung her legs around to remain firm following to him at the side of meat of the vice.

With her body still bent over due to the short rope through her collar, he pulled her jump shot over her forefront and removed her bra.

He picked up the newly manufactured shackle set, took hold of one of her wrists and placed it through the gap in the awaiting spread circle.

Frightened stiff by the weight of her jumper pull on the roofy attached to her collar, she could only watch as he put the open cuff in the frailty and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

"Other hand please."He said, holding up the cuff at the opposition end of the welded chain.

She was expecting something to hurt her but that didn't happen, he just wound the frailty closed and encased her former wrist in the lustrous metal circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

The pinafore fell to the level when he untied the R-2, removed it from her leash and released her, as she understandably needed the toilet.

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve inch long chain welded to each of the turnup around her wrists. Each cuff had a fragile gap where they had sprung back open a little after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few mm, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the cuff open but the thick metal Mexican valium that had needed a vice to shut it, wouldn't budge without some sort of tools. That would be her next mission she thought, go and retrieve some tools.

She picked up her clothes and ignored him, taking them over to the bed where she pulled on her underwear and shorts before curling up under the covers.

After sleeping through until the eve, she awoke to the smell of food.

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any clothing over her handcuff to get over her top half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained understood, ignoring his every Word of God as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jumper around her neck so that the sleeve were covering part of her nudity and picked up a small cable tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his human knee on her handcuff Chain, pinning it to the professorship between her wooden leg and began threading the zip tie through the pocket-sized slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

He then threaded the cable tie through her nose annulus and zip tied the two rings together, pulling her stern lip up over her top lip.

She tried to say something but only a murmur came from the slope of her mouth.

'' Oh now you want to talk to me do you ? '' he said as he stood up, releasing her chain of mountains from under his knee.

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the ring on her neckband and taking grasp of her manacle mountain range. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

He took her over to the frailty and told her to wait there.

She tested the security system of her nose and lip rings joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a duet of heat resistant gauntlet manner gloves next to her.

The mitt were put on her manus by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the cuffs, to prevent her from being burnt by the high temperature from the welder.

He then tightened the turnup fully closed in the vice and welded the two English of the circle together.

The warmth resistant gauntlet was now clamped tighter against her cutis significance it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would hold to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

He repeated the process around her other wrist, welding it closed as she watched in revulsion, knowing that resisting him would only make thing worsened for her.

When they had cooled and after cutting the gauntlets away he checked for any sharp edge then allowed her to audit her new manacles.

'' If you follow my direction I 'll remove your collar. '' he told her. `` Would you like that ? ``

Still ineffective to speak, she nodded her head up and down, humming in agreement.

'' Ok, I want you to step over the range of mountains so that it is behind you. '' He said.

Looking at the length of the chain, she hesitantly crouched down to the storey and stepped over the range of mountains then stood up again with the handcuff now behind her.

'' That 's good. '' he told her. `` Turn around so I can see. ``

As she turned he could see that the Ernst Boris Chain was not too curtly and that when he held it up to above her arse she would be capable to lay on her back without the cuffs pressing into her.

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the belt loops of her drawers the objurgate way around and buckled it tightly in front line of her, enhancing her waist as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the dorsum of the whack and through the midway linkup of her handcuff chain before snapping it shut.

Reminding her who has control by gently touching the pack of her collar, he turned her back around to face him.

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to give up your mouth. If you want me to withdraw the collar then the number 1 and only words that I want to hear from you are."

"Thank you for fucking my arse this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' `` Have you got that ? ``

She frowned at him but understood.

'' Thank you for fucking my arse this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' He repeated. `` If you say anything else, the collar stays on. empathize ? ``

She nodded her head.

He reached for his carver and cut off the zip tie allowing her to open her mouth again.

He put his hired hand to his ear and watched as she spoke.

"Thank you for fucking my arse this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' She said reluctantly.

"You're learning."He said with a grin on his brass."Well done."

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the ring from the presence of her collar so that he could withdraw the glossy jewellery box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

Using plyers he disarmed the arrest and removed it from around her cervix. She shivered when she saw it in his hand.

"Thank you."She said with a salve sigh.

"That's ok."He told her."As long as your hands are behind your dorsum, the pinch can stay off."

"What about feeding, drinking and toileting ?"she asked.

"The collar will be on."He told her."However I may take a shit an exception if you want, I could bolt the chain of your cuffs to the tabular array and you could link up me for a bottleful of wine ?"

Result, she thought. This was all going in the right direction.

"I'd love that."She told him, cracking a little smile at the thought of having a more social time with him.

He drilled a pickle through the mesa at the opposite slope to the vice and bolted the chain to the tabular array top so that she could reach far enough to her mouth but not underneath to loosen the nut.

They sat opposite each other and he began pouring large Methedrine of wine.

They talked about how he served his apprenticeship in engineering but decided to go into property renovation.

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his showtime project was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in love with this lighthouse. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so surprised there were no other bidders matter to at the auction.

"I know exactly what you mean. How many lives has this old structure saved over the geezerhood ?"She said."I first discovered the secret entrance to this place when I was eight years old."

"Secret incoming ?"he asked.

She explained how as a small fry she would lift the book binding from the coal cellar and climb down the ladder into the dark dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to play with so she would play alone quietly in the stale musty room, letting her imagination run state of nature. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with stronger things and braved the staircase up to the light way where she stared at the champion for 60 minutes on end.

"I was gutted when you had my cloak-and-dagger entry concreted over."She told him."It's like a Brobdingnagian contribution of my life has been taken from me. Almost like the death of my oldest friend."

As the inebriant flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to provide anybody to destroy her childhood cathedral.

"My grandfather worked here for a time and my mother was even inspired by the lighthouse when she named me."

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom radio song foretoken for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the alphabet because we are number ten out of 16 lighthouses along this stretch of coastline."

"Tango Juliet ?"he repeated."Tower Ten. I didn't know that."

"You'll see my graffiti on the bulwark of the coal cellar and in the tunnel leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous juncture, I find it passive but scarily exciting at the same fourth dimension, I've had the wildest of dreams down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wild of storms."

All the sentence they talked, she kept him plume with her seductive eyes but it wasn't long before they began to reverse red and fill with tears.

He now felt so guilty about his architectural plan to interchange this place.

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the mountain range from the middle of the table and went to gather his rechargeable battery lantern.

When he returned she had stepped over her chain and was waiting for him to lock her hands behind her back so that he wouldn't put the dire arrest on her.

He didn't lock the range to the back of her belt but instead he put the lock and key in his air pocket and told her to precede the way.

When at the bottom of the wooden steps he dragged the steps across the dug out surface area so they could climb up into the entrance of the coal cellar tunnel.

The tunnel was less than head height so they both had to condescend down to walk through it.

The end of the tunnel opened out into the large ember computer storage area where the barrage fire lantern reflected from the White walls, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

Now able to brook up properly she walked across to a bulwark with the word's ‘ Juliet's way'written, confirming her story.

In the recession were thick metal ravel steps embedded in the wall with vertical terminal for hand rails ether side, leading up to her secluded entering which had now been capped off.

Another burrow went from the bedchamber at a right angle to the entrance tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a stilt of break dirt."

They both ducked down and walked as far as they could until they could go no further. She pointed out the lyric Jay Jay on the wall and smiled at him.

He was hanging onto every countersign she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so lots that he had to buy it at the auction sale and now, here was a lady friend who was persona of the history and to whom he was very much attracted.

binding in the master sleeping accommodation she walked all around, reminiscing, having her mind filled with almost a lifetime of dreams.

"You know."She said"It's ironic that me and you are standing here like this rightfulness now because as a child I sometimes fantasised about this being a prison cell and that I was chained up in here."“ I just never thought it would actually happen."

"Maybe I was sent to respond your dreams"he said smiling at her.

He took the padlock from his pouch and dangled it in front of her eyes.

She took a short intake of breath as she stared back at him with a beaming smiling on her face.

When he walked towards her she had the selection of heading for the tunnel but instead she chose to back away from him and entice him over to the nook where the run was fixed to the wall.

Her wide eyes had a kind of hopeful pleading look in them as she pushed the range of mountains around the upright metal banister so that her wrists were touching around the rear of the iron pole.

He fed the padlock through the radio link where the two sides of the chain met immediately behind the handrail.

Holding the outdoors curl in his bridge player he stood in front end of her with his lip almost touching hers.

"Let me find out you say please."He said.

With her alcohol inculcate breath she replied.

"Please."

The ringlet snapped shut as their lips touched, fulfilling one of her lifelong fancy that she had only ever dreamed about before he came into her life.

Leaving her jumper around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her habiliment and helped her puff her kick through before kissing her drunken lips again.

"Let me see if I can get this right."He said, kneeling down and licking his thumbs.

He parted her lips and went searching for her G spot and clit with his tongue.

Judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more minutes until he could pick up her moaning turning faster and in high spirits pitched then using his thumbs to go on with her foreplay he looked up to address to her.

"Would you be able to help me redesign the drawings so that we can make this place our bedroom ?"he asked then quickly got back to his tongue work.

She screamed out in disco biscuit and he felt her expel some liquid into his rima oris, just before her ramification collapsed sending her can down onto his squatted knees.

He could feel her shaking as he held her in his arms.

She looked at him in shock, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smile on his face was the biggest she'd ever seen from him so far.

"You'd like that wouldn't you ?"he said still smiling, almost confirming that she'd heard him correctly.

"How do you mean ?"she had to ask.

"There is something magical about this home and you."He replied."I want to hold open you as part of it."“ Will you assist me ?"

"Of class. I'd dearest to."She smiled back.

"Would you object to me naming this lighthouse Juliet's column ?"he asked."It's because of a young woman who means a lot to me ''.

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a hanker fourth dimension, the lantern began to flicker meaning the barrage fire was about to die.

"Are you coming or staying ?"he asked holding up the padlock key.

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

They laughed as they climbed down the stairs and dragged them around to climb back up into the master lighthouse.

The side by side morning he woke to ascertain her sitting at the board with her cuffs in front of her, drawing.

"I didn't know you were an artist."He said complimenting on the excellent pencil workplace of her design sketch.

'' What do you think ? '' she asked, turning the picture around for him to see."Would this be possible ?"

"Absolutely."He said before studying the actual message of the picture."Anything is possible."

Looking at the picture he was absolutely stunned at what he saw in front of him.

It was a panoramic drawing of the coal cellar.

Beginning on the left with the ravel from the hidden entrance, it showed a log burning stove with the lamp chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was shining electric automobile kindling shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the picture had an smoothing iron framed double bed pushed up against the White River washed Oliver Stone wall with the modest attention to detail graffiti reading Juliet's room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same boots, socks, shorts and swath, with her larger tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a piddling esthetic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the wall with similar handlock to what he had made for her, just above her pass and her ankle joint chained slightly distribute apart with shackles attached to the wall at trading floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the collapsed tunnel was the bath but the tunnel entrance now had bars across it with a lockable logic gate to get into and exit.

To the right of the delineation was the principal entranceway tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

What the Hades did she dream about when she was younger ? He thought.

"Wow."Was all he could say.

"Do you like it ?"She replied with a smile on her aspect .