microphone was a 23 year old, tall, athletic joiner who's rocking horse was restoring classic cars.

He became tempted by an old Light mansion on the southward Rebecca West coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

Being the only person at the auction who was willing to practice to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic structure meant that he won the bidding straight away without competition.

Using money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his tenderness filled project converting it into a menage for him to live, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at Nox time.

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

In early June, two hebdomad into the project, the access path had been cordoned off with temporary metal fence for condom rationality and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until late Sep ’.

One morning mike was returning after picking up supplies in his white van when he noticed that the fence had been moved whilst he was out.

He parked the van and had a look around for tourist to find that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock cheek, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the solitary response to progress his project further was to exchange the compressor.

Three hours later he returned to retrieve that the fencing had been disturbed and the lighthouse door was open. This time the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The fridge was doorway exposed slightly and with a little bit more investigation, he found that blanching agent had been poured into his Milk River carton. He also noticed that both of his bombardment drills had been stolen meaning another appearance show-stopper for the job.

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

In a secondly hand entrepot he found a desirable exercise at a bargain cost, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the counter amongst early diminished item, a pair of handlock for sale.

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

"birdcall it Ten."The bank clerk replied, picking them up and handing them over the counterpunch to Mike.

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

"sevener 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 deal for the fun of it. The cuffs would be worth much Sir Thomas More if they helped him cop the culprit who was vandalising his building site.

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

Early the side by side morning he drove his van away from the light house and walked back so that he could lay in wait to fascinate the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with farseeing hair heading towards the fence but not wanting to get hitch looking through the windowpane, he ran and hid behind the strawman door fix to pounce.

He couldn't see and so was n't to know that his trespasser was a woman.

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the alteration which would allow the lighthouse to be converted to a common soldier home base and had actively campaigned against all the planning application throughout the solid process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin the boot, high shank wanton blue devil skinny stretch jeans and a rainbow coloured coil neck opening long sleeve woollen slipover. She had a pinko medal in her prospicient brown haircloth with a lose weight Amytal fuzz stripe, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to crap sure the coast was clear before sneaking through the fencing and trying the room access handle.

It was unlocked.

He couldn't see who it was but as soon as he saw a mitt appear around the door, he was quick and quickly snapped one of the cuff tightly around the wrist that followed.

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

He wasn't expecting a woman but it didn't matter, he simply wrapped his arms around her chest, pinning her sleeve to her English then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom 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 rotary building from the storey to the glass luminousness elbow room at the very top.

"GET YOUR shag hands BEHIND YOUR backrest !"He shouted, looking at her straightaway in the face.

Still shocked with the disbelief 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 arms around her waist, he pushed her shaking arms behind her back.

Before she knew it her early radiocarpal joint was locked in the free cuff and he stepped away, letting go of her.

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only cuffed her hands behind her but also around one of the metallic element banister bars 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 trusted 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 property ?"He said.

"I came across two battery drills on the rocks 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 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 property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted execution by poisoning !"“ You better jump talking."

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

"Do you have sex how often 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 credit card wallet from one of her back pocket and her telephone set from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

"Juliet Jones."He said."And you're 30 five ? Is this genuine ?"

"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 pain in the arse lady who's been objecting to all my planning applications for renovating this place aren't you ?"

"You shouldn't be ruining this beautiful lighthouse."She told him,"This is my childhood resort area and the spot I come to revere the stars."

He went back over to her and searched her nominal head pockets, removing her theatre keys and some Cash, placing the items on a table.

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

He then repeated the unconscious process on her early leg, admiring the compactness of her jeans and the shape of her legs as he stood back up again.

Standing in figurehead of her he held onto her hips 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 sure you don't have any picayune tricks up your sleeve."

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

"You need to make it up to me."He told her.

Strangely the inaugural thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his face was her breathing time. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating cooky. It threw his mind into a quick ‘ wow'instant 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 arrive and help you ?"

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

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

One more inadvertent inhalation of her odorous breath had him hooked.

"Looks like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his organic structure search over her keister cheek with his hands.

In her head she knew that he was right. This caused a picayune flutter in her loins from down below. She had to answer him quickly.

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

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

He moved his men up from her arse to around her waistline and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a spirit for guns 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 digit inside her bra cups to feel her tits.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The spirit of shyness and overplus on his face told her otherwise.

"Oh my god."She laughed."You're a cherry 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 mercy. Do your worst. depict me what you've got."

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now positive that he had never been with a cleaning woman before.

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her odoriferous smelling mouth, about to build a movement towards her, he gently touched the ball in the eye of the nozzle ring 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 pair of plyers to remove it and to fit it."

She could find him trembling. The reality of this situation was obviously getting to him.

If she could get him to fuck her with these handcuffs on, she could endanger him with wrongful captivity and rape. That way he would be in more trouble than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would take him down.

"I think you need to look my bunghole again."She said."You might cause missed something."

He put his hand around her waist and slide them down behind her, stopping on her tightly clad buttocks cheeks.

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

He pulled her in last and locked sassing 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 john, then I'll come back and depict you what a woman really wants."She told him."I won't try to escape. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the cuff swung spread out she bolted for the door, ripping the cuffs from his mitt as he was trying to take 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 threshold handle but instead she put her back against the wall behind the door, turned to front him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the open 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 sack and cuffed her barren wrist again, this time with her work force in social movement 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 door and said"Toilet is there."

As she began the lengthy process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the tail end of the spiral staircase, pushing the head 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 ass of the stairs.

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

He went to off one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was bent on. 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 diminished metallic element subway system in his fingers. This was a problem as now she will have to be cut free.

He walked over to his prick chest and lifted an capable padlock from its lid.

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

She raised her arms above her headland 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 protest her availability and ‘ his first time'would take place the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock chamber around the connecting range of mountains in the midsection of the handcuffs and then around the metallic element bar of the banister. The entirely handrail clanged with the racket of the lock snapping shut.

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

He lay on top of her and began kissing her sweet-scented try lips.

"Aren't you going to get uncase ?"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 naive this twenty three year old Virgin was.

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

"If you think you are set up enough."He replied.

"proceeds my jean off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his side as he struggled to absent the sloshed accommodation jeans from her legs, all the time pretending that this was pattern for him, as though he'd done it set of prison term before.

After he realised that her the boot were still on he had to stop with the jeans and remove her footgear commencement. She started to find sorry for the guy. It was comical the sum of money of time it took him to deprive her scummy half naked.

"Can you lift my pinafore above my mind and absent my bra please, I would do it myself but with affair as they are. You know."She asked, knowing that the bra was going to be his side by side hurdle.

This was going to be like sleeping with a comedian she thought, changing her opinion to actually wanting sex with him, she again felt a hurly burly from down below.

"Kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took commiseration on him.

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

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

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

"How's that feel."He said.

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

metre to get down faking it she thought and so began to moan.

It worked. It didn't take long 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 feel 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 manacle 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 endeavour to get it right.

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

Next came the jean. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

With a lot of work 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 jean again, then disappeared trough a doorway with them in his hand.

Mike cut the stage of her jeans away on a slight virgule Angle having the farsighted contribution in the middle of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the rosehip. With four inches of denim left below the privates he turned each leg up one inch at a metre and held them up with degenerate drying superglue. A second one in turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in pocket-sized 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 rich person YOU DONE TO MY blue jean ?"she shouted."Do you do it 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 first fuck of yours counts as RAPE !"

Mike stood there in shock whilst what she just said sank in.

"Undo these cuffs !"she ordered.

He immediately ran over and hopelessly fumbled with the broken key in the lock chamber again.

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

Reaching for the padlock key he popped it open and released the chain from the banister, sending another clang 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 blue jean from his hand and pulled them on over her pelvic arch, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much prosperous than when they were wax length jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent elbow room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a varnish waterproofed area like a wet room or modest swimming pool, designed to get and incorporate any Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel spillages from the fuel storage armored combat vehicle which had been removed years ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

There were no windowpane in this area, but it was almost open 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 former materials being stored in this sunken domain, a heavy old wooden dining table.

The table had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one side of it in the midsection of its orthogonal length, held securely in office with a screw blind drunk clamp, tightened from underneath the thickheaded wooden top.

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

"reaching over and legislate me your wrists."He said.

She understood the logic and reached over the breadth of the table, resting her human elbow ether slope of the vice so that he could clamp the handcuffs and cut them off.

He tightened the vice suitcase on both handcuff at the Lapplander time over the component where the lockup mechanism was, with the mountain chain down in to the frailty and the hinges of both cuffs pointing up.

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

Right now I'm dependable he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her drive to stop this renovation project which is exactly what she's wants.

He walked around the rear of the table, admiring his captive and her quandary, leaning over the table, clamped in her vulnerable position.

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison sentence, he changed his thinker. 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 curve of her tooshie as she was bent-grass 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."Come on. Cut these matter off."

He put the saw down and slid his little finger up and inside the seat of her shorts, running it along the depleted part of her bum cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad arse and stroked the smooth physique inside her leg at the top just before the roughness caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both position, exaggerating the thigh gap at her genitals in-between her legs.

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

"What ?"She said."Don't be ridiculous. You've just had your start taste of a woman that's all."

"That maybe true up but seeing you like this is making me want to fuck you again."He told her.

"If you cut these manacle off I'll fuck you again."

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

He lay on the board on his back. She allowed him to push her up and wriggle his way under her chest, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

being heedful not to have intercourse his fountainhead on the vice he said"I want to try 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 to a greater extent and more heavy through her nose as the kiss continued. She could palpate his erection poking her in the tum through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hired hand on her can he slid them over her articulatio coxae, around to her front line and stopped on the top push button of her shorts.

"I might try a dissimilar kettle of fish this time."He said as he was about to pop the push 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 coil of rope.

Keeping his space he wrapped a loop of rope around her right articulatio talocruralis and pulled it tight, securing the former end to a tabular array leg.

repeating this on her former ankle, he spread her legs broad apart by tying the rophy off on the opposite side of the mesa, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

"Ok, we can establish roll in the hay again if you promise to let me go ?"she said, almost pleading.

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

"JUST LET ME GO YOU FUCKING ARSE muddle !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

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

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

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

"fountainhead untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her ankle he ran both his hands along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her privates where he rubbed his finger on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then fall off his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed prat cheeks.

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

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS !"she screamed."Just bang me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden steps leaving her there with her stage spread full apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her house cay he convinced himself that he had to go train her place out.

Walking back down the stairs, he had one more buss of her arse then said"Don't go any where now will you."

With her telephone set and key in his deal, he closed the lighthouse door behind him making sure it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her star sign 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 patio houses with a fencing around the private road providing rich privacy from any on looking neighbour.

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

The prompt goal was not to rob the place but to hit any token that if a category member or even the police where to look around, would make it look like she had packed her essential and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a bag with underwear, cosmetics and medicine of the sort that a woman might guide away with her when going traveling.

His guilty feeling whilst rummaging through her personal willpower 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 dissimilar size and flesh of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber magnetic tape on a roll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a diminished glistening jewellery box, her passport, bank wag, toothbrush and anything else this hippy girl might acquire traveling with her. The only affair he didn't pack was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would mark which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a love core on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a token gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the suit compositor's case with the rest of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the phone she'd brought with her to the pharos, meaning that any tracking would demonstrate her last emplacement as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

On entering the beacon light he could hear her calling for him to release her before he even set centre on her.

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

Feeling 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 swath and hammered a fix through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the belt loops all the way around her shortstop and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the kettle of fish, now at her straw man that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the cuff from the travelling bag of its jaws, allowing her a small amount of exemption so she could try and resist up again.

As she assisted herself by using her hands on the wooden top, having her legs still bound spread apart, he walked back around the table and took hold of the range of mountains between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the chain of mountains, securing her hands to the bang at waist elevation in front of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the minuscule of her back.

undoing her mortise joint from the table legs allowed her to support up correctly.

The bunker area they were standing in was five feet depressed than the main base. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the terra firma or to the wall so the next matter he did was pilfer the tone up out of the room.

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

He then lifted all the former equipment up and out of the room, including the table and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foundation deep sunken area with no mean value of getting out.

Having the use of his coat of arms meant that he could stick out up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no hazard with her wrist joint cuffed to her waist in front man of her.

Before climbing out he stood behind her, put his arm around her waistline and handed her the shimmy dog.

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

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

By lowering the wooden dance step back down into the bury room he was capable to head her into the main beacon tugboat room where she sat down to eat.

"I went to collect some of your things."He said, opening the suit type in front of her."I found some matter to items."

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

He slid the lid away from the hind end, pulled out a span of small glazed plier and held them up in front of her with a questioning scowl on his face.

"Their for my nose ring"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 scurvy 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 bean from the end and then I can weave it through my lip."She explained.

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

He put his hand back in the jewelry box and picked out another patch. This one had the Same large saucer at one end of the shiny silver shaft but the division that screwed off had a ball with a Ag ring going through it, like a bantam half inch diameter towel ring.

He unscrewed the closed chain from the end, then placed both parts back in the box and picked out the original domed stud.

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

She opened her jaw so he could poke the small shiny diaphysis through her down lip piercing all the way until the bland disk pressed against the inside of her mouth.

reaching back down into the box he picked out the small ring. Knowing that she wouldn't be able-bodied to see her own lip, he screwed the ring in plaza of the domed scantling on the end of the Ag diaphysis poking through her lip.

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

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"Girlfriend ?"he asked.

"Yes."She continued."It was just a miss 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 bent."

"prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police woman in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental objection in capital of the United Kingdom. It drew bloodline from her horn in and I was charged. Because I showed no self-reproach and refused to apologise I received three month inside."

Mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waist, now with a annulus through the centre of her behind lip, matching the ring through the middle of her nose.

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

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

horseshit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

He kept her handlock locked to her whack as he fed her with a fork 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 engage the Ernst Boris Chain of her cuff above her head to the metallic element railing of the banister again.

She obliged and the comrade clanging interference rang out from the stairway as he snapped the lock shut, confirming her immobilisation.

"So you're a lesbian 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 cuff off."

"Nice try."He replied, then wandered over to the suitcase 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 position with his knee inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexual person snog each former ?"he joked.

"No."she told him, knowing that it would make no deviation to him planting his face on hers.

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

"yield my wearing apparel off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her head word and stripping her lower half naked apart from her heavy boots and socks.

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

"Gently part my lips and tactile property for my clitoris."She said and then continued to channelize him to the right on spot.

"bisexual have to continually poke that dapple right there with their tongue."

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

She squeezed her legs together, pressing against his ear, holding his point still.

He could no longer discover her moaning because of her thigh deafening him but minutes later he was shocked to hear her shrieking when she momentarily opened her thighs, enjoying the pleasuring.

He continued the drubbing, 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 bureau with his erection pointing in her face.

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

He moved his jetty right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his first setback job and getting rejected by her threats, he kind of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her naked with her munition still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for breathing in he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the organ pipe he wondered if he could reach a shackle for her ankle and keep her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible carpus hamper when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the pipage would be too small for an ankle but nonsuch for a wrist.

Noticing a large clinch wrapped around a thick pipework leading up to the foghorn, gave him an idea.

It was a dash known as a T-bolt hose clinch, made from a thin metal dance band with each end having a thicker small-arm of sword attached, caparison a deadbolt which when screwed tighter brought the ends of the lot together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

He did the same with one of her radiocarpal joint, cutting it off again immediately after putting it on.

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

After using the bathroom, she put her clothes back on.

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her tail end he took the lock and threaded it through the hole in the bang at the social movement of her waist.

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

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

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the sunken bund area in front of the coal cellar tunnel and lifted the steps out again so that she could not jump out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

"Not long."he replied closing and locking the doorway behind him.

At the ironware memory board he picked out a seven column inch diam hose clamp of the correct style for what he was planning. He also bought a minor metal screw on eyelet ring similar in designing but larger than the striver ring he had tricked her into wearing through her turn down lip. He then picked out two stress springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

Back at the beacon light he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to shape on his contraption.

He measured and cut a minor slip of square metallic bar from a scrap iron gate to build a spacing pin. Then he removed the prison guard from the two goal of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of satisfying bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in position he then took one of the stress fountain and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two last of the clamps alloy band.

With the maiden fountain in place, spanning the top of the clinch opening, he struggled again with the other outpouring ; this one was to go across the bottom of the clamp.

Fitting the springs on the top and bottom out of the way of the second power pin holding the conclusion of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clinch saltation would immediately declaration, tightening the stripe up.

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded hole through the middle of the square pin and screwed the sheeny eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to pull the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden footstep back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the opponent side, standing in figurehead of the old coal trap tunnel.

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new contraption in his helping hand, he wrapped it around one of her pegleg, just above her genu. He then fitted the foursquare pin in between the two ends of the clinch, followed by the first spring. Again he had to use prick to help him pull the fountain across the gap as it was too strong to use just his finger. He then repeated this with the second spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the sound of a barrage fire exercise shortly before he returned with the shiny piffling rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two springs and solid bar then screwed the pulling mob in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

"Pull on the gang 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 fingerbreadth through the ring, pulling the solid bar and the shining cover out of the way of the springs, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

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

"screw nether region GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT fuck HURTS."

He looked in amazement at how oceanic abyss the circle went into her leg and had to admit, it did front painful.

Feeling proud of his handy-work, he quickly removed the fountain and took the metal strap from around her leg, leaving a slight red mark where the descent now rushed back.

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

He unlocked her handcuffs from the belt and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her head to the banister again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the Mexican valium and began tying her mortise joint together then pulled the R-2 over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her body slightly diagonally across the bed.

He then placed all the parts of the twist on the pillow succeeding to her and sat on her pectus with his knees at her armpits.

"Oh no. delight no."she said.

He picked up the alloy band and fitted it around the back of her cervix so that the overt end was at her front.

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

The banister began making noises as she struggled against her handlock, trying once more to perpetrate her wrists 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 side to side, trying to urinate it insufferable for him to bear on but she remain still when he told her that the first spring was in seat and he might accidently release the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension bounce in place he could feel her hyperventilating with veneration. The cover from her jewellery box lid was following, followed by the turnkey in ring, holding it in place.

"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 pull on this annulus and it will go ‘ BOING ’."He said with a smiling on his face.

"It will get that diffused, beautiful tender neck of yours to be so constricted that you won't be capable to breathe."

"Please don't."she begged.

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

Then gently holding onto the gang he bent down and kissed her brim, forcing his tongue inside her backtalk to do his point.

"It makes you More aphrodisiac too."He confessed.

He sat back and admired his handy work, proud of how professional it looked.

The bright metal band complimented her beautifull tranquil cutis as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the front, the springs and trigger mechanism were hidden by the sheeny oval shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her name Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the midsection of the tidings Jay and Jay was the closed chain, swinging down like a larger reading of her low-spirited lip piercing.

He untied her legs and released her hands from the banister railing above her head.

She ran to the bathroom to reckon at the latest addition to her bondage.

"I won't really bit. I was being heavy because you were making me feel like a peep prostitute. I was only trying to keep a sentiency of gravitas about me."She explained.

"fountainhead that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a right little lady of pleasure and not answer 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 trouser in movement of her face.

With one hand on the arrest ring and his early on the rear of her head, he guided his cock into her mouth.

Being inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a moment and she pulled away plenty to be able to talk.

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

"Ok."He agreed."You're the slave 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 footling demoralising at first but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with delight, meaning that she was winning him over.

She could sense his tool impulse as he was about to cum so she worked on the sensitive head of it instead of the shaft.

He had other ideas.

With both hands on the back of her headland, he pushed himself in to the vertebral column of her rima oris, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, unable to breathe for the few seconds it took him to abandon his load beyond her tongue, all the way down the vertebral column of her throat.

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

She had no choice other than to swallow up it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her nous, allowing her to breathe again.

"You are amazing."He said, knowing that he didn't have any experience in oral sex to be able-bodied 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 helping hand were just below her pectus when he lay on top of her, heading for a kiss.

There was a quick succession of clink from both slope of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the watchband, locking them tighter around her articulatio radiocarpea.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

"You fucking pillock 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 early plans.

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

He had a plan.

He was in so lots difficulty already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would proceed her imprisoned permanently or at to the lowest degree for as long as lot allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

They walked over to the wooden table where the bench vice was attached. It was no longer in the sink area at the entree to the coal cellar.

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the board again after finis meter and before she changed her psyche, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuff, holding them steady in readying for their removal.

She knew something was going wrong when he walked around to her face of the table and stood behind her.

There was a aloud smack as his hand smacked into her arse cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

"You need to learn your place around here."he told her.

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

His deal were now stroking the beautiful knockout of her arse cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

He removed her underdrawers and underclothes, leaving her rush on then disappeared for a short time, returning with a nursing bottle of vegetable oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her legs apart slightly and poured a little vegetable 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 carpus in the cuffs again but it was pointless, they were even mean than before.

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

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

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

Her lubricated, inviting fanny was right there waiting for him to score his move.

He poked his index finger in to her kettle of fish, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

One more than big glug of oil landed where the tip of his putz pressed against her derriere hole.

He spread her nerve and pushed himself in.

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

He began the question of selfishly pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the dignity of her defenceless body more and more with each stroke.

The feeling of a contrary dickhead 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 tail end pickle 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 hips 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 bodily fluids would soon run down her peg, so he told her to lift her feet as he put his own soma fitting packer short on her to engulf any liquid.

He went to strip himself up, leaving her there weeping, wearing his cotton packer shorts, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the board, with her radiocarpal joint restrained once Thomas More by the manacle in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weightiness from one leg to the other in the Same spatial relation, 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 death 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 fundament impudence then walked away.

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

He got to mold immediately.

From a piece of trash foghorn pipe, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a one-half inches widely, he then rounded the edges with a file to commit them a smooth finish that wouldn't annoyance against her skin.

He then cut a stock split in the rings and flex them open a little, just enough to fit her wrists through.

After cutting the link of a chain in half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the half data link onto the rophy, attaching the chain 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 inch chain and alloy factor in his hands.

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

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

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

He threaded a small-arm of forget me drug through the ringing on the front of her slave pinch and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her firstly wrist was freed, she found that because of the shoe collar now holding her down, the most prosperous affair she could do was to invest her arm under her chest and repose on her elbow.

She did the same with the other arm when her arcsecond carpus 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 rubber pin out from between the outpouring of her collar as she swung her peg around to stand future to him at the incline of the vice.

With her body still stoop over due to the short rope through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her head 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 clear circle.

Frightened stiff by the weight of her pinny pulling on the roach attached to her pinch, she could only watch as he put the open handcuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circuit around her wrist.

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

The pinny fell to the floor when he untied the forget me drug, removed it from her choker 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 cuffs around her wrists. Each cuff had a cold-shoulder gap where they had sprung back give a little after being released from the frailty jaws. This gap was only a few millimetres, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the thick metal circle that had needed a vice to shut down it, wouldn't budge without some sort of tools. That would be her next delegation she thought, go and incur some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any clothing over her cuffs to brood her top half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained mute, ignoring his every tidings as he periodically stared at her bare tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jumper around her neck so that the sleeves were covering part of her nakedness and picked up a low cable television service tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his knee on her handcuff chain, pinning it to the chair between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

He then threaded the cable length tie through her nose ring and zip tied the two hoop together, pulling her tush lip up over her top lip.

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

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

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the ring on her collar and taking hold of her cuff chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the surety of her nose and lip halo joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a pair of heating insubordinate gauntlet style baseball mitt next to her.

The baseball mitt were put on her workforce by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the handlock, to prevent her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

He then tightened the cuff fully closed in the vice and welded the two sides of the circle together.

The heat resistant gauntlet was now clamped tighter against her skin import it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would give birth to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

He repeated the process around her early carpus, welding it closed as she watched in horror, knowing that resisting him would only make things spoiled for her.

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

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

Still unable to utter, she nodded her head up and down, humming in agreement.

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

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

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

As she turned he could see that the chain was not too short and that when he held it up to above her hindquarters she would be able to lay on her back without the manacle pressing into her.

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the rap closed circuit of her short pants the correct way around and buckled it tightly in front of her, enhancing her waistline as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the yap at the spine of the smash and through the halfway contact of her handlock chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to release your brim. If you want me to remove the pinch then the first and merely actor's line that I want to hear from you are."

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

She nodded her head.

He reached for his cutlery and cut off the zip tie allowing her to open her oral fissure again.

He put his manus 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 grinning on his boldness."wellspring done."

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the ringing from the front of her apprehension so that he could take out the shiny jewellery box covering fire, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

exploitation plyer he disarmed the neckband and removed it from around her neck. She shivered when she saw it in his hand.

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

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

"What about eating, imbibition and toileting ?"she asked.

"The choker will be on."He told her."However I may name an exclusion if you want, I could absquatulate the chain of your cuffs to the board and you could unite me for a bottle 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 kettle of fish through the mesa at the opposite side to the frailty and bolted the chain of mountains to the table top so that she could reach far enough to her sass but not underneath to tease apart the nut.

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

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

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his first off project was a achiever and had to do it again, especially after falling in love with this pharos. 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 interested at the auction.

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

"Secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a tike she would go up the cover from the coal cellar and climb down the ladder into the disconsolate dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to recreate with so she would wager alone quietly in the dusty musty room, letting her resourcefulness run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a adolescent she experimented with stronger thing and braved the staircase up to the wanton way where she stared at the stars for hour on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge part of my life has been taken from me. Almost like the death of my onetime friend."

As the alcohol flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to allow anybody to put down her childhood cathedral.

"My gramps worked here for a metre and my mother was even inspired by the beacon light when she named me."

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United realm radio set call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic ABCs. ‘ T'meaning column 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 graffito on the walls of the coal cellar and in the tunnels leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous function, I find it peaceful but scarily exciting at the same time, I've had the wildest of dream down there. I have also slept up step in the wildest of storms."

All the time they talked, she kept him hooked with her seductive oculus but it wasn't long before they began to bend red and sate with tears.

He now felt so shamefaced about his program to change this place.

"Are you telling the Sojourner Truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"show me."

He un-bolted the chain from the middle of the board and went to collect his rechargeable battery lantern.

When he returned she had stepped over her chain and was waiting for him to shut up her hands behind her back so that he wouldn't put the dreaded collar on her.

He didn't lock the chain to the back of her smash but instead he put the lock and key in his pocket and told her to lead the way.

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

The burrow was less than heading height so they both had to stoop down to walk through it.

The end of the burrow opened out into the large coal storage country where the battery lantern reflected from the Patrick Victor Martindale White walls, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

Now able to remain firm up properly she walked across to a wall with the word's ‘ Juliet's Room'written, confirming her story.

In the recession were thick metal ladder dance step embedded in the bulwark with vertical poles for hired man rails ether side of meat, leading up to her secret entree which had now been capped off.

Another burrow went from the chamber 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 pile of burst dirt."

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

He was hanging onto every Holy Scripture she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the auction bridge and now, here was a girl who was persona of the account and to whom he was very much attracted.

vertebral column in the independent chamber 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 right field now because as a child I sometimes fantasised about this being a prison house cell and that I was chained up in here."“ I just never thought it would actually happen."

"Maybe I was sent to resolve your dream"he said smiling at her.

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

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

When he walked towards her she had the option of heading for the tunnel but instead she chose to back away from him and lure him over to the corner where the ladder was fixed to the wall.

Her all-embracing eyes had a kind of hopeful pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the unsloped metal handrail so that her wrist were touching around the spinal column of the Fe pole.

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

Holding the open ringlet in his hand he stood in presence of her with his lips almost touching hers.

"Let me hear you say please."He said.

With her inebriant steep breath she replied.

"Please."

The lock snapped shut as their sassing touched, fulfilling one of her womb-to-tomb fantasies 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 pull her boots through before kissing her boozy lips again.

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

He parted her brim and went searching for her G position and button with his tongue.

judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more than minutes until he could hear her moaning turning faster and higher pitched then using his thumbs to continue with her stimulation he looked up to speak to her.

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

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her release some liquid into his mouthpiece, just before her wooden leg collapsed sending her arse down onto his squatted knees.

He could sense 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 grinning on his human 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 place and you."He replied."I want to keep on you as part of it."“ Will you help me ?"

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

"Would you object to me naming this beacon Juliet's tower ?"he asked."It's because of a girl who means a lot to me ''.

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a long fourth dimension, the lantern began to flicker meaning the battery 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 main lighthouse.

The next morning he woke to find her sitting at the mesa with her cuffs in battlefront of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the actual content of the photo."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 hugger-mugger entree, it showed a log burning kitchen range with the chimney fluke reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was smart electric automobile lighting shining down simulating sun coming from above.

Moving along, the movie had an smoothing iron framed double bed pushed up against the white washed stone wall with the small attending to detail graffito reading Juliet's way written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same charge, socks, shorts and belt, with her larger tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a little aesthetic licence.

She was standing with her limb chained to the wall with interchangeable cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her head and her mortise joint chained slightly cattle ranch apart with bond attached to the wall at level level.

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

To the right of the impression was the main incoming tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

What the inferno 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 face .