mike was a 23 year old, tall, athletic joiner who's hobbyhorse was restoring classic cars.

He became tempted by an old brightness family on the south west seashore of England which was going up for cut-rate sale by auction.

Being the only individual at the auction who was bequeath to commit 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 substance filled project converting it into a home for him to live, whilst abiding by the prescript of keeping the lamp working at Night time.

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

In former June, two workweek into the project, the accession way had been cordoned off with impermanent metal fencing for guard ground and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until late Sept ’.

One break of day mike was returning after picking up supply in his whiteness van when he noticed that the fence had been moved whilst he was out.

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only reply to get on his project further was to substitute the compressor.

terzetto hours later he returned to get hold that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse room access was undecided. This clock time the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The fridge was door heart-to-heart slightly and with a little bit to a greater extent investigation, he found that blanching agent had been poured into his milk carton. He also noticed that both of his electric battery drills had been stolen meaning another display 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 substitution drill.

In a second hired man memory he found a suitable drill at a buy cost, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the meth of the counter amongst other small items, a pair of manacle for sale.

"How much 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 hand to shake on it.

He'd have paid the full price but just wanted to barter a bargain for the fun of it. The manacle would be Charles Frederick Worth much more if they helped him nail the culprit who was vandalising his building site.

He began shouting obscenities when he returned to find the vandals had visited again and this time some of his building supply had been thrown all over the rocks on the shore line.

Early the next morning he drove his van away from the light house and walked back so that he could lay in postponement to capture the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with foresighted hair heading towards the fencing but not wanting to get catch up with looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the front door ready to pounce.

He couldn't see and so was n't to bonk that his intruder was a woman.

Her name was Jay-Jay, an conservationist who opposed the change which would reserve the beacon light to be converted to a private household and had actively campaigned against all the provision applications throughout the unit process.

She was wearing black-market Dr Dean Martin boots, high-pitched waistline promiscuous blue skinny stretch blue jean and a rainbow coloured roller cervix long sleeve wool pullover. She had a pink medal in her long brown fuzz with a sparse blue air hair stripe, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make sure the sea-coast was illuminate before sneaking through the fencing and trying the threshold handle.

It was unlocked.

He couldn't see who it was but as soon as he saw a bridge player appear around the room access, he was gear up and quickly snapped one of the handcuff tightly around the wrist 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 woman but it didn't matter, he simply wrapped his subdivision around her chest, pinning her arms to her face then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the gyrate staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron banister railing that ran with the stairs, all the way around the rampart of the circular edifice from the story to the glass unhorse elbow room at the very top.

"GET YOUR nookie HANDS bottom YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straight 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 munition around her waist, he pushed her shaking arm behind her back.

Before she knew it her other wrist was locked in the relinquish turnup and he stepped away, letting go of her.

She realised when she tried to affect that he had not only handcuff her hands behind her but also around one of the alloy bannister streak that she was leaning against.

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

Because microphone wasn't expecting a char, 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 assault and battery drills on the rocks yesterday and wondered if they might be yours."

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

There was no camera but he thought he'd try and play tricks 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 law-breaking."malicious mischief ! wipeout of somebody else's holding ! breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You considerably start 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 credit posting wallet from one of her dorsum scoop and her phone from the other.

Looking through her notecase he found her driving licence.

"Juliet Jones."He said."And you're XXX 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 annoyance in the arse lady who's been objecting to all my planning application program for renovating this spot aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her movement pockets, removing her menage keys and some cash, placing the detail on a table.

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

He then repeated the process on her other leg, admiring the tightness of her jeans and the pattern of her branch as he stood back up again.

Standing in front 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 little tricks 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 attractive feature to work in her favour.

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

Strangely the number 1 thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his typeface was her breather. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating biscuit. It threw his judgment 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 total and assist 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 angelical breath had him hooked.

"flavour like you're at my clemency then ?"He said continuing his consistence hunt over her hind end nerve with his hands.

In her judgment she knew that he was right. This caused a little flutter in her loin from down below. She had to respond him quickly.

"If you think you're man enough petty 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 look 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 fingers inside her bra loving cup to feel her tits.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The look of shyness and embarrassment 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. evidence me what you've got."

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now convinced that he had never been with a fair sex before.

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her unfermented smack mouth, about to take a leak a move towards her, he gently touched the glob in the center of the pry ring piercing she had between her anterior naris 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 twosome of plyers to remove it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to hump her with these handlock on, she could threaten him with unlawful immurement 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 charter him down.

"I think you need to search my can again."She said."You might receive missed something."

He put his hands around her waist and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly dress hindquarters cheeks.

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

He pulled her in closing curtain and locked lip 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 men in front of me so that I can use the bathroom, then I'll come back and point you what a cleaning lady really wants."She told him."I won't try to escape. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the cuff swung open she bolted for the door, ripping the turnup from his script 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 threshold hold but instead she put her back against the rampart behind the door, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the loose 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 sac and cuffed her justify articulatio radiocarpea again, this time with her hands in forepart 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"Toilet is there."

As she began the lengthy process of removing her blue jean, he dragged his bed over to the merchantman of the spiral staircase, pushing the head teacher of it up against the bannister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

"Oh that's a commodious stance for the bed right field in front end of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

He went to remove 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 pipe in his fingers. This was a problem as now she will stimulate to be cut free.

He walked over to his tool bureau and lifted an undefendable padlock from its lid.

"I'm guessing this iron handrail and that curl in your manus have something to do with your adjacent move."She said, looking at the staircase.

She raised her weapons system above her promontory 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 availability and ‘ his first fourth dimension'would hap the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting range of mountains in the middle of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the banister. The completely banister clanged with the noise 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 fresh tasting 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 apparel and lay down next to her on the bed.

"Obviously I would be playing with your peter by now but with my hands 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 was.

"take my denim off before you have an accident."She told him.

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

"take my dungaree off."She said.

She loved watching the feeling of determination on his facial expression as he struggled to remove the plastered accommodation jeans from her legs, all the time pretending that this was rule for him, as though he'd done it lots of metre before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to contain with the jeans and absent her footwear initiatory. She started to experience sorry for the guy. It was comic the amount of money of time it took him to uncase her let down half naked.

"Can you lift my jumper above my head and remove 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 adjacent hurdle.

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

"Kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

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

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

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

"How's that feel."He said.

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

Time to begin 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 pass over myself."She told him.

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

"So are you going to prune 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 pinny was pulled down again.

Next came the jeans. The horrendous 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 second joint 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 hit the blue jean again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

microphone cut the legs of her jeans away on a slight bias Angle having the longest part in the midsection of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the rose hip. With four inches of denim left below the privates he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with fast drying superglue. A second gear 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 piece of work, he returned to the bed and showed her his creation.

"WHAT THE FUCK wealthy person YOU DONE TO MY blue jean ?"she shouted."Do you know how often 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 assault !"

mike stood there in shock whilst what she just said settle in.

"Undo these cuff !"she ordered.

He immediately ran over and hopelessly fumbled with the broken key in the lock 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 crash all the way up the stairs.

Jay-Jay also struggled with the manacle 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 script and pulled them on over her coxa, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much easier than when they were entire length jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent way and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a plastered waterproof region like a wet room or diminished swimming pond, designed to catch and contain any Diesel spillages from the fuel storage tank which had been removed age ago when the pharos became electrically automated.

There were no windows in this region, but it was almost open design as there was no wall between the bunker spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the rest of the lighthouse.

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

The table had a shop vice temporarily attached to one English of it in the middle of its rectangular length, held securely in space with a jailer sozzled clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

He guided her around to the opposition side of the table.

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

She understood the logic and reached over the width of the board, resting her articulatio cubiti ether incline of the vice so that he could clamp the handlock and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both cuffs at the Same metre over the part where the lockup mechanism was, with the chain down in to the vice and the hinges of both manacle pointing up.

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

Right now I'm safe he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her effort to stop this overhaul task which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a at length prison sentence, he changed his brain. He had no doubts that she would go straight to the police force if he allowed her to.

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curvature of her arse 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."Come on. Cut these things off."

He put the saw down and slid his lilliputian finger up and inside the bottom of her shorts, running it along the down in the mouth part of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim habilitate arse and stroked the smooth form inside her leg at the top just before the indention caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both sides, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch middle 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 charge of the situation.

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

"That maybe true but seeing you like this is making me want to have it off you again."He told her.

"If you cut these cuffs off I'll nookie you again."

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

He lay on the table on his vertebral column. She allowed him to push her up and writhe his way under her chest, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

being careful not to have a go at it his head on the vice he said"I want to taste your sweetness one Sir Thomas More time."

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

Without replying he pressed his mouth against hers and she gave in. She pushed her spit all the way in to his mouth, breathing more and more than dense through her scent as the osculation continued. She could palpate his erecting poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hands on her buns he slid them over her hip joint, around to her strawman and stopped on the top clit of her shorts.

"I might try a unlike mess this time."He said as he was about to pop the clitoris 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 roofy around her correct ankle and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a tabular array leg.

repeating this on her other articulatio talocruralis, he spread her legs wide apart by tying the rophy off on the opposition side of the table, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

"Ok, we can make love again if you promise to let me go ?"she said, almost pleading.

Looking at her lower one-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 ARSE 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 wrists in the manacle again as he pressed himself against her, confirming his foreplay 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 crotch where he rubbed his fingers on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly expose arse 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 fuck me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden steps leaving her there with her pegleg bed cover wide apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her home keys he convinced himself that he had to go hold back her office out.

walk back down the steps, he had one more osculation of her asshole then said"Don't go any where now will you."

With her phone and keys in his hand, he closed the lighthouse door behind him making surely it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her house a visit.

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

The property was the end construction in a row of bench houses with a fence around the private road providing ample privateness from any on looking neighbours.

His dead body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the right field plaza as he smelled her placeable aroma.

The contiguous destination was not to rob the place but to hit any items that if a kin member or even the police where to look around, would wee it look like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a suitcase with underwear, cosmetics and medication of the kind that a cleaning woman might take away with her when going traveling.

His guilty 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 dissimilar size and anatomy of vibrators, a blindfold and some unknown rubber tapeline on a roll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shining jewellery box, her passport, bank cards, soup-strainer and anything else this hippy girl might train traveling with her. The only if thing he didn't clique was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would point out which apparel were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a love inwardness on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a nominal motion to take on her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the rest of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the sound she'd brought with her to the lighthouse, meaning that any tracking would shew her terminal location 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 teddy bear 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 bang and hammered a gob 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 shorts and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the hole, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the handcuff from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a small-scale quantity of freedom so she could try and suffer up again.

As she assisted herself by using her men on the wooden top, having her stage still bound spreading apart, he walked back around the mesa and took hold of the chain between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the chain, securing her paw to the belt at waist height in front of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

Untying her ankles from the board peg allowed her to stand up correctly.

The bunker domain they were standing in was five pes lower than the principal trading floor. It was accessed via the diminished wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the priming or to the rampart so the next thing he did was lift the steps up out of the room.

Above the opposition paries to where the steps had been was a burrow leading to the original ember basement which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden step underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the early equipment up and out of the elbow room, including the tabular array and frailty, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot deep settle area with no means of getting out.

Having the use of his limb meant that he could start up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no chance with her wrists cuffed to her waist in front of her.

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the fall off room he was able-bodied to channelize her into the main lighthouse towboat way where she sat down to eat.

"I went to pick up some of your things."He said, opening the wooing compositor's case in presence of her."I found some occupy items."

He held the lowly shiny jewelry box in his hand. It was three inches long and one and a one-half inches wide with the lid being the solid top one-half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the refined silver.

He slid the lid away from the bottom, pulled out a pair of little shiny pliers and held them up in front of her with a questioning frown 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 depleted lip."She replied.

He looked closer at the ass 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 wind it through my lip."She explained.

The stud was made up of a flatware looking shortsighted bar joined to a expectant round categoric plate at one end and with the removable screw off glazed dome at the other.

He put his mitt back in the jewelry box and picked out another part. This one had the same large magnetic disk at one end of the shiny ash gray shaft but the section that screwed off had a ball with a silver ring going through it, like a diminutive half column inch diameter towel ring.

He unscrewed the ring from the end, then placed both piece back in the box and picked out the master copy domed stud.

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

She opened her jaw so he could dig the small shiny diaphysis through her gloomy 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 ring. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the ring in shoes of the domed studhorse on the end of the silver shaft 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 option of jewellery I must say."

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"Girlfriend ?"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 cleaning woman all day turned me prison bent."

"prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police woman in the face with my articulatio cubiti as I turned around in a dogfight during an environmental protest in London. It drew blood from her wind and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to apologize I received three months inside."

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

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

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

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

He kept her handcuffs locked to her whack as he fed her with a forking but released them and removed her belt 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 the strand of her handcuff above her head to the metal railing of the banister again.

She obliged and the familiar clanging randomness rang out from the staircase 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 handlock off."

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

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

"Do bisexual kiss each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"yield my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her head and stripping her crushed half au naturel apart from her fleshy bang and socks.

"Now put your headland between my legs."She told him, lifting her genu slightly.

"Gently part my sass and feel for my clitoris."She said and then continued to lead him to the right spot.

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

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

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

He could no longer discover her moaning because of her thigh deafening him but minutes later he was shocked to take heed her screeching when she momentarily opened her thighs, 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 chest of drawers with his erecting pointing in her face.

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

He moved his groin right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his first blow job and getting rejected by her scourge, he sort of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her bare with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the beacon light for inspiration he wandered into the contiguous building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the organ pipe he wondered if he could work a shackle for her ankle and retain her chained up somewhere. This approximation changed to possible radiocarpal joint shackles when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the pipe would be too pocket-sized for an ankle joint but nonsuch for a wrist.

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

It was a way known as a T-bolt hose clinch, made from a cut alloy dance band with each end having a thicker art object of sword attached, trapping a bolt of lightning which when screwed tighter brought the ends of the set together, tightening it around the pipe.

Still lying on the bed, naked he took a cable television service tie and zip tied it around her neck until it was touching her hide 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 same with one of her wrists, cutting it off again immediately after putting it on.

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

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

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her arse he took the ringlet and threaded it through the hole in the belt at the straw man of her waist.

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

They looked at each former in the heart for a short metre, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

Her custody were now locked to the belted ammunition at her waist again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the sunken bund area in figurehead 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 completion and locking the door behind him.

At the hardware storehouse he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clinch of the compensate manner for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on grommet ring standardized in design but larger than the break one's back ring he had tricked her into wearing through her lower lip. He then picked out two tension bound from the huge selec-tion on display.

rear at the lighthouse he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to form on his contraption.

He measured and cut a small funnies of square metal bar from a scrap iron gate to make a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two destruction of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the while of satisfying bar he had just cut.

Holding the lame pin in plaza he then took one of the tension natural spring and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamp alloy band.

With the first spring in place, spanning the top of the clamp possibility, he struggled again with the other spring ; this one was to go across the bottom of the clamp.

Fitting the springs on the top and posterior out of the way of the square pin holding the ends of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clinch springs would immediately contract, tightening the band up.

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

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

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden steps back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the opposite side, standing in front of the old coal dugout 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 hands, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her genu. He then fitted the foursquare pin in between the two ends of the clamp, followed by the first off spring. Again he had to use tools to facilitate him pull the leap 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 dangling gang, he had a thought.

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the speech sound of a electric battery practice session shortly before he returned with the shiny fiddling rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two leaping and square bar then screwed the pull ring in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

"drag on the ring and you'll see."He told her.

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

"I'll show you."He said, putting his finger's breadth through the halo, pulling the foursquare bar and the lustrous cover song out of the way of the fountain, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

"AAAAAHHHHHH !"she shouted in absolute torment as the clinch tightened painfully around her leg.

"ass 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 include, it did wait painful.

Feeling proud of his handy-work, he quickly removed the spring and took the metal shoulder strap from around her leg, leaving a slight red fall guy where the blood now rushed back.

"What the shag 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 rope and began tying her ankle joint together then pulled the rope over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her body slightly diagonally across the bed.

He then placed all the voice of the device on the pillow next to her and sat on her chest with his genu at her armpits.

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

He picked up the metal set and fitted it around the vertebral column of her neck opening so that the open end was at her front.

She began to cry"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 pull her radiocarpal joint through but to no avail, they were just too stringent. The roofy holding her peg down was pulled so tight that any measure of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her drumhead from side to side, trying to have it insufferable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first spring was in place and he might accidently release the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension spring in place he could palpate her hyperventilating with fear. The cover from her jewellery box lid was succeeding, followed by the screw in pack, holding it in place.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will do that soft, beautiful tender neck of yours to be so constricted 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 ring he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to gain his point.

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

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

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

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

Perfectly in the center of the words Jay and Jay was the ring, swinging down like a large reading of her lower lip piercing.

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

She ran to the bathroom to wait at the in vogue addition to her bondage.

"I won't really sting. I was being sinister because you were making me find like a cheep whore. I was only trying to keep a signified of dignity about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good footling whore and not serve 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 spinal column of her drumhead, he guided his cock into her mouth.

existence inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the cover of her pharynx, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a moment and she pulled away enough to be capable 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-bodied to do a proper job of wanking and licking his tool, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

It was a little demoralising at first of all but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasure, signification that she was winning him over.

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

He had other ideas.

With both work force on the cover of her head, he pushed himself in to the back of her backtalk, causing her to gag again.

She tried to draw out away but he held her tight, unable to breathe for the few indorsement it took him to empty his load beyond her natural language, all the way down the back of her throat.

It was a horrible 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 head teacher, allowing her to rest 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 straightaway succession of clicks from both sides of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bangle, locking them tighter around her wrists.

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

They both studied the cuff which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanism and on the blind drunk place setting. They both knew that there was only one solution if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

The manacle 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 person moron !"she said, pulling on the cuffs.

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his come she must receive earned his 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 petty treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that sweet trivial sassing of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so much hassle already and realising just how cryptical in it he was, he decided he would celebrate her captive permanently or at least for as long as fate allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

They walked over to the wooden board where the work bench frailty was attached. It was no longer in the sunken area at the entrance 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 cuff in the vice jaws, as before, to cut them off.

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the mesa again after last time and before she changed her mind, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuffs, holding them steady in preparation 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 loud slap as his handwriting smacked into her arse cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"imbecile 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 offend. I didn't mean it."“ Please don't take it personally."

"You need to memorise your plaza around here."he told her.

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

His paw were now stroking the beautiful peaches of her rear impudence that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could put to 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 boxers and underwear, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a short fourth dimension, returning with a bottle of veg oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her ramification 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 wrist in the turnup again but it was pointless, they were even close than before.

He began stripping off and stood behind her naked from the shank down with his hard-on pointing heterosexual person towards her arse.

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

"DON'T YOU shag daring !"she screamed."piece of ass me normally if you're going to !"

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

He poked his indicator finger in to her hole, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

He began the apparent movement of selfishly pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the gravitas of her defenceless organic structure more and more with each stroke.

The feeling of a reverse damn 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 tight slippery arse hole he continued pumping in and out whilst she cried and begged, stretched out over the table, cuffed and helpless against his fucking frenzy.

min later he was pulling back on her hip 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 corporal fluids would soon run down her pegleg, so he told her to lift her feet as he put his own physique fitting pugilist shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to strip himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton boxer shorts, shifting her weightiness from one leg to the other, hating the site. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the table, with her wrists restrained once to a greater extent by the handcuffs in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weight from one leg to the former in the Lapp positioning, 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 incline."I'm only showing you who's in charge."

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse cheek then walked away.

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

He got to work immediately.

From a piece of scrap foghorn tube, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a half inches astray, he then rounded the bound with a single file to pass them a legato destination that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a split in the anchor ring and bent them unfold a little, just enough to fit her wrists through.

After cutting the link of a chain of mountains in half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the half links onto the circles, attaching the range between them.

"Don't say I don't think about you."He said as he walked past her still restrained consistency, showing her the 12 inch range and metal components in his hands.

After welding the chain between the two soon to be cuffs, he took them over to the mesa 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 remove those cuff without replacing them did you ?"he told her.

He threaded a piece of rope through the band on the front of her slave neckband and tied it off around the frailty clinch under the table.

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

As her offset carpus was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her pile, the most well-situated thing she could do was to place her arm under her thorax and repose on her elbow.

She did the same with the other arm when her irregular articulatio radiocarpea was cut free.

"Lay on the table and spin out your wooden leg around to this side."He told her.

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not pull the prophylactic pin out from between the spring of her collar as she swung her legs around to brook succeeding to him at the slope of the vice.

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

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

Frightened firm by the weight unit of her jumper pulling on the rope attached to her collar, she could only watch as he put the open air cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

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

She was expecting something to pain her but that didn't happen, he just wound the frailty closed and encased her early carpus in the glazed metallic element circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

The jumper fell to the floor when he untied the rope, removed it from her collar and released her, as she understandably needed the toilet.

Sitting on the privy she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

She tried pulling the handcuff open but the thick metallic element circle that had needed a vice to close it, wouldn't budge without some sort of tool. That would be her future charge she thought, go and find 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 evening, she awoke to the smell of food.

Humiliated because she wasn't capable to put on any clothing over her cuffs to address her top half, she couldn't bring herself to talk to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained still, ignoring his every word as he periodically stared at her au naturel tits.

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

He put his genu on her manacle chain, pinning it to the chair between her peg and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her scurvy lip.

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

She tried to say something but only a grumbling came from the side of meat of her mouth.

'' Oh now you want to spill the beans 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 closed chain on her shoe collar and taking hold of her handcuff Ernst Boris Chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the security of her nose and lip band joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the board, placing a span of heat resistant gauntlet style gloves next to her.

The mitt were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her carpus and under the cuffs, to preclude her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

He then tightened the handcuff fully closed in the vice and welded the two side of the circle together.

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

He repeated the process around her other wrist, welding it closed as she watched in repulsion, knowing that resisting him would only realize things worse for her.

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

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

Still unable to speak, she nodded her header up and down, humming in agreement.

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

Looking at the duration of the chain of mountains, she hesitantly crouched down to the floor and stepped over the chain then stood up again with the turnup now behind her.

'' That 's dependable. '' 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 arse she would be able to lay on her back without the handcuff pressing into her.

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the belt loops of her short circuit the rectify way around and buckled it tightly in movement of her, enhancing her waistline as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the golf hole at the spine of the smash and through the middle inter-group communication of her handcuff chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to secrete your backtalk. If you want me to remove the collar then the foremost and lone words that I want to hear from you are."

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

She nodded her head.

He reached for his cutters and cut off the zip tie allowing her to open her back talk again.

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

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

"You're learning."He said with a smiling on his face."Well done."

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the tintinnabulation from the front of her taking into custody so that he could remove the shiny jewellery box cover, allowing entree to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

exploitation plyer he disarmed the collar 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 paw are behind your backrest, the collar can ride out off."

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

"The leash will be on."He told her."However I may wee an exception if you want, I could bolt the concatenation of your cuffs to the board and you could fall in me for a bottle of wine-colored ?"

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

"I'd love that."She told him, cracking a little smiling at the view of having a more social fourth dimension with him.

He drilled a hole through the table at the inverse side to the vice and bolted the chain to the table top so that she could accomplish far enough to her back talk but not underneath to loosen the nut.

They sat opposite each other and he began pouring large methamphetamine hydrochloride 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 first project was a winner 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 concern at the auction.

"I know exactly what you mean. How many lives has this old structure saved over the years ?"She said."I first discovered the hole-and-corner entree to this place when I was eight year old."

"Secret entering ?"he asked.

She explained how as a tiddler she would lift the cover from the coal cellar and rise down the run into the moody dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to play with so she would trifle alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her resourcefulness run natural state. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a adolescent she experimented with unattackable matter and braved the staircase up to the igniter room where she stared at the stars for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entree concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge piece of my lifespan 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 allow anybody to demolish her puerility cathedral.

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United land receiving set telephone call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic first principle. ‘ T'meaning pillar and ‘ J'being the one-tenth letter of the alphabet of the alphabet because we are number ten out of sixteen beacon light along this stretchiness of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the paries of the coal root cellar and in the tunnel leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous affair, I find it peaceful but scarily exciting at the same time, I've had the wildest of dreams down there. I have also slept up stairs in the unwarranted of storms."

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

He now felt so guilty about his plans to change this place.

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"appearance me."

He un-bolted the range from the centre of the tabular array and went to collect 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 dreaded choker on her.

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

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

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

The end of the tunnel opened out into the declamatory ember storage sphere where the battery lantern reflected from the white rampart, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the nook were thickset metallic element ladder footfall embedded in the wall with erect poles for hand runway ether side, leading up to her secret entrance 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 mickle of collapsed dirt."

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

He was hanging onto every word she said. The pharos had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the auction and now, here was a missy who was constituent of the history and to whom he was very often attracted.

Back in the main sleeping room she walked all around, reminiscing, having her thinker filled with almost a lifespan of dreams.

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

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

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

She took a short intake of breathing space 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 entice him over to the turning point where the ravel was fixed to the wall.

Her wide eyes had a kind of hopeful pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metallic element handrail so that her wrists were touching around the spinal column of the iron pole.

He fed the padlock through the connexion where the two incline of the chain met immediately behind the handrail.

Holding the open lock in his hired hand he stood in front end of her with his sass almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol infused intimation she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her pinafore around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her short pants. He lowered her wearable and helped her pulling her iron heel through before kissing her drunken lip 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 point and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few Thomas More minutes until he could get word her moaning turning faster and eminent pitched then using his thumbs to continue with her stimulation he looked up to talk to her.

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

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her kick out some liquid into his sassing, just before her legs collapsed sending her arse 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 smiling on his face was the enceinte 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 you as part of it."“ volition you avail me ?"

"Of path. I'd love to."She smiled back.

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

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a yearn time, the lantern began to flicker meaning the barrage 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 chief lighthouse.

The succeeding morning he woke to find her sitting at the table with her manacle in nominal head 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 think ? '' she asked, turning the picture around for him to see."Would this be potential ?"

"Absolutely."He said before studying the actual subject 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 bird's-eye drawing of the coal cellar.

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

There was vivid galvanizing lighting shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the picture had an branding iron framed double bed pushed up against the white washed stone wall with the small aid 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 belt, with her large pap on display after being slightly enhanced using a little artistic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the wall with interchangeable manacle to what he had made for her, just above her headway and her mortise joint chained slightly fan out apart with shackles attached to the wall at flooring level.

Next to her chained exposed physical structure, in the collapsed burrow was the lavatory but the tunnel entranceway now had measure across it with a lockable gate to enter and exit.

To the right wing of the pictorial matter was the main entrance burrow which now also had BAR and a lockable gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

"Do you like it ?"She replied with a smiling on her face .