mike was a 23 year old, improbable, acrobatic joiner who's hobby was restoring Hellenic cars.

He became tempted by an old igniter theater on the southward west coast of England which was going up for cut-rate sale by auction.

Being the entirely person at the auction who was will to pull to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic social organization meant that he won the bidding straight away without competition.

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

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

In betimes June, two weeks into the project, the access path had been cordoned off with temporary metal fencing for safety reasons and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

One break of the day 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 tourists to find that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock face, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only solution to progress his labor further was to replace the compressor.

tierce 60 minutes later he returned to retrieve that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse door was open. This time the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The electric refrigerator was door candid slightly and with a small bit more investigating, he found that bleach had been poured into his Milk River carton. He also noticed that both of his battery recitation had been stolen meaning another appearance stopper for the job.

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

In a second script stock he found a suitable drill at a bargain damage, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to take the air out he noticed under the methamphetamine hydrochloride of the heel counter amongst other small items, a pair of handcuffs 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 parry 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 fully price but just wanted to barter a deal for the fun of it. The turnup would be Charles Frederick Worth much more if they helped him apprehend the culprit who was vandalising his edifice site.

He began shouting obscenity when he returned to line up the vandals had visited again and this prison term some of his edifice supplies had been thrown all over the rock'n'roll 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 time lag to catch the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with prospicient hair heading towards the fence but not wanting to get caught 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 cognize that his interloper was a woman.

Her epithet was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the variety which would allow the beacon to be converted to a private nursing home and had actively campaigned against all the preparation applications throughout the whole process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin boots, high waist light dispirited skinny stretch dungaree and a rainbow coloured roll neck long sleeve woollen pullover. She had a pinko ribbon in her foresightful brownish hair with a thin blue hair run, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make certainly the seacoast was vindicated 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 paw appear around the door, he was ready and quickly snapped one of the handcuff tightly around the wrist that followed.

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

He wasn't expecting a womanhood but it didn't topic, he simply wrapped his arms around her chest of drawers, pinning her weapon system to her English then quickly ran her backwards over to the buns of the coiling staircase.

He pushed her back against the branding iron banister rail that ran with the stairs, all the way around the bulwark of the bill building from the floor to the methamphetamine hydrochloride unaccented room at the very top.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS BEHIND YOUR cover !"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 blazonry around her waist, he pushed her shaking arms behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to propel that he had not only manacle her bridge player behind her but also around one of the metal handrail bars that she was leaning against.

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

Because microphone wasn't expecting a womanhood, he had to be trusted he wasn't making a mistake.

"Who the shtup 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 shabu of freshly poisoned milk before you start telling me the Sojourner Truth ?"“ There's a camera over there. I've seen everything."

There was no tv 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."hooliganism ! Destruction of somebody else's prop ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You better startle talking."

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

"Do you roll in the hay 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 card wallet from one of her back pockets and her phone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

"Juliet Jones."He said."And you're thirty 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 space aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her straw man pockets, removing her theatre keys and some immediate payment, placing the point on a table.

"Do you have any former ID ? I don't believe you are twelve years honest-to-god than me."He said, then bent down and further searched her by running both his deal 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 other leg, admiring the tightness of her dungaree and the cast of her pegleg as he stood back up again.

Standing in front of her he held onto her rosehip 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 caper up your sleeve."

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

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

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

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

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

"Who lives with you that's going to get and help you ?"

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

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

One more inadvertent inhalation of her odoriferous breather had him hooked.

"Looks like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his eubstance search over her arse buttock with his hands.

In her mind she knew that he was right. This caused a minuscule disruption in her loins from down below. She had to respond him quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know !"he said abruptly like a small fry 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 useable and at your mercy. Do your worst. Show 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 convinced that he had never been with a woman before.

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her sweet smelling mouth, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the lump in the midsection of the nose 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 especial pair of plier to polish off it and to fit it."

She could feel him trembling. The reality of this post was obviously getting to him.

If she could get him to fuck her with these handcuffs on, she could threaten him with wrongful imprisonment and Brassica napus. 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 explore my rump again."She said."You might have missed something."

He put his helping hand around her waist and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly cloak arse cheeks.

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

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

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

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

"If you cuff my workforce in straw man of me so that I can use the commode, then I'll come back and render you what a woman really wants."She told him."I won't try to get out. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the cuff swung open she bolted for the room access, ripping the cuffs from his manus 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 room access handle but instead she put her back against the bulwark behind the doorway, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the spread 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 pouch and cuffed her spare wrist again, this time with her workforce in front of her.

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

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

He pointed to a room access and said"Toilet is there."

As she began the protracted process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the posterior 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 bottom of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient position for the bed right in figurehead of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the duplicate bed.

He went to dispatch one of her handlock but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was bended. 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 low metal tube in his fingers. This was a job as now she will experience to be cut free.

He walked over to his tool chest of drawers and lifted an overt padlock from its lid.

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

She raised her implements of war above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to interlock them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able-bodied to resist her availability and ‘ his kickoff fourth dimension'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammo she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the middle of the cuff and then around the metal bar of the handrail. The unharmed 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 sweet savoring lips.

"Aren't you going to get unclad ?"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 rooster 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 naif this twenty three year old virgin was.

"proceeds my dungaree off before you have an accident."She told him.

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

"issue my denim off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his face as he struggled to remove the fast fitting jeans from her legs, all the clip pretending that this was normal for him, as though he'd done it scads of times before.

After he realised that her thrill were still on he had to stop over with the jeans and remove her footwear first. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was risible the quantity of time it took him to plunder her lour half naked.

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

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

"Kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

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

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

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

"How's that feel."He said.

She turned her head and stole a candy 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 manacle are staying on, I'll wipe you myself."He said.

"So are you going to arrange 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 endeavor to get it right.

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

Next came the blue jean. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

With a lot of oeuvre he managed to get them as far as her 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 remove the jeans again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

Mike cut the legs of her jean away on a thin diagonal angle having the farseeing part in the middle of the blue jean and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the hips. With four inches of dungaree left below the genitalia he turned each leg up one inch at a prison term and held them up with fast drying superglue. A second one column inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE screwing HAVE YOU DONE TO MY JEANS ?"she shouted."Do you know how practically 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 initiatory piece of tail of yours counts as RAPE !"

microphone stood there in daze whilst what she just said sank in.

"Undo these turnup !"she ordered.

He immediately ran over and hopelessly fumbled with the broken key in the ringlet 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 dungaree from his hand and pulled them on over her hips, followed by her iron boot. He was right they went on much easier than when they were full distance jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent room and down five rickety wooden whole step, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed rainproof expanse like a wet room or pocket-sized swimming pool, designed to get and incorporate any diesel engine spillages from the fuel storage armoured combat vehicle which had been removed years ago when the beacon light became electrically automated.

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

She could see amongst former materials being stored in this deep-set arena, a heavily old wooden dining table.

The table had a workshop frailty temporarily attached to one side of it in the middle of its rectangular length, held securely in place with a screw mean clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

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

She understood the system of logic and reached over the width of the table, resting her elbows ether side of the vice so that he could clamp the handcuffs and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both cuffs at the same time over the part where the locking chemical mechanism was, with the chain down in to the vice and the hinges of both turnup pointing up.

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

right wing now I'm safe he thought but if I set her exempt she will get me arrested, completing her military campaign to stop this renovation undertaking which is exactly what she's wants.

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

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

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curvature of her fundament 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."semen on. Cut these matter off."

He put the saw down and slid his short finger up and inside the undersurface of her shorts, running it along the broken office of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim dress fanny and stroked the smooth physical body inside her leg at the top just before the indent caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both face, exaggerating the second joint gap at her crotch in-between her legs.

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

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

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

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

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

He lay on the mesa on his back. She allowed him to labor her up and writhe his way under her chest of drawers, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

being thrifty not to bang his principal on the frailty he said"I want to smack your pleasantness one more time."

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

Without replying he pressed his lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his mouth, breathing more and more heavy through her nose as the kiss continued. She could sense his erection poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hands on her arse he slid them over her hips, around to her front end and stopped on the top button of her shorts.

"I might try a different hole 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 foreman around here."He said then picked up a helix of rope.

Keeping his length he wrapped a loop of circle around her right ankle and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a table leg.

Repeating this on her other mortise joint, he spread her legs wide apart by tying the rope off on the diametrical position of the table, forcing her body down until her abdomen was resting on the wooden tabular array top.

"Ok, we can take a leak hump again if you promise to let me go ?"she said, almost pleading.

Looking at her abject one-half cattle farm 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 nookie ARSE muddle !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

"This is such a beauty."he said, slapping her arsehole 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.

"Well untie me then."She said.

beginning at her mortise joint he ran both his work force along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her genital organ where he rubbed his digit on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly exhibit 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-taking ME LIKE THIS !"she screamed."Just roll in the hay me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden step leaving her there with her wooden leg open wide apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her sign keys he convinced himself that he had to go check her place out.

walk back down the step, he had one Sir Thomas More buss of her arse 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 indisputable it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her house a visit.

After casually knocking on her door and receiving no solvent he nervously unlocked it and walked in.

The holding was the end building in a row of terrace menage with a fencing around the driveway providing ample privacy from any on looking neighbour.

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the rightfulness place as he smelled her recognizable aroma.

The quick destination was not to rob the place but to slay any items that if a family member or even the constabulary where to look around, would make it look like she had packed her necessity and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a suitcase with underclothes, cosmetics and medication of the sort that a cleaning lady might learn away with her when going traveling.

His guilty flavour whilst rummaging through her personal possessions quickly changed to that of agitation when he opened a horseshoe box he'd found under her bed.

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

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a pocket-size shiny jewelry box, her passport, coin bank wit, toothbrush and anything else this hippie girl might postulate traveling with her. The only matter he didn't coterie was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would discover which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a love philia on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a item motion to pick out her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the eternal sleep of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the earphone she'd brought with her to the pharos, meaning that any tracking would read her utmost placement as her home.

He stopped for solid food on his way back home.

On entering the beacon he could see her calling for him to let go of her before he even set eyes on her.

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

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

"You want out do you ?"he asked.

"Yes please."She snivelled quietly.

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

After passing the padlock through the yap, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the cuff from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a minor amount of exemption so she could try and stand up 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 storage area of the chain between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the chain, securing her hired man to the belt at waistline height in front line of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the pocket-sized of her back.

unfastening her mortise joint from the mesa peg allowed her to fend up correctly.

The dugout arena they were standing in was five invertebrate foot lower than the independent floor. It was accessed via the modest wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the earth or to the bulwark so the side by side affair he did was rise the stair up out of the room.

Above the paired wall to where the step had been was a tunnel leading to the master ember cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden steps underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the other equipment up and out of the room, including the table and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot deep bury region with no mean value of getting out.

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

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the sink way he was able to lead her into the briny beacon light tower room where she sat down to eat.

"I went to collect some of your things."He said, opening the suit of clothes typesetter's case in front of her."I found some interesting items."

He held the modest shiny jewellery box in his hand. It was three inches long and one and a half column inch wide with the lid being the unscathed top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the polished silver.

He slid the lid away from the bottom, pulled out a span of small shiny plyers and held them up in forepart of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nose mob"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

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

"You unscrew the bonce 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 troll flat dental plate at one end and with the obliterable screw off shiny attic at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewellery box and picked out another piece. This one had the same with child disc at one end of the shiny silver gray tool but the section that screwed off had a ball with a flatware ring going through it, like a tiny half inch diameter towel ring.

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

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

She opened her jaw so he could nose the pocket-sized shiny shaft through her miserable lip piercing all the way until the straight phonograph record pressed against the interior of her mouth.

arrival 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 tintinnabulation in billet of the domed stud poker on the end of the atomic number 47 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."strange alternative of jewelry I must say."

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"Girlfriend ?"he asked.

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

"prison house ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police charwoman in the face with my cubital joint as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental dissent in London. It drew origin from her intrude and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to rationalise I received three months inside."

microphone was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waist, now with a ringing through the centre of her tail end lip, matching the ring through the middle of her nose.

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

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

dirt ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple buff ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the Chain of her handcuff above her heading to the metallic element railing of the balusters again.

She obliged and the conversant clanging noise 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 cuffs 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 bisexuals kiss each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"takings my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jump shot over her head and stripping her depleted half nude apart from her heavy the boot and socks.

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

"Gently voice my back talk and feel for my clitoris."She said and then continued to point him to the right on spot.

"Bisexuals have to continually lap up that spot right there with their tongue."

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

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

He could no longer take heed her moaning because of her thigh deafening him but bit later he was shocked to learn her screaming when she momentarily opened her thighs, enjoying the pleasuring.

He continued the licking, stopping only when she released his pass 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 with his erection pointing in her face.

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

He moved his inguen right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his first shock job and getting rejected by her terror, he kind of lost the bit and climbed off, leaving her defenseless with her subdivision still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for intake he wandered into the adjacent construction which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipe he wondered if he could make a shackle for her ankle and keep her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible articulatio radiocarpea shackles when he measured and realised that the privileged diameter of the pipe would be too diminished for an ankle but ideal for a wrist.

Noticing a large clamp wrapped around a thick piping leading up to the fogsignal, gave him an idea.

It was a style known as a T-bolt hosiery clamp, made from a slender metal band with each end having a thicker piece of steel attached, trapping a dash which when screwed nasty brought the final stage of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

He did the Saame 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 capitulum and opened the lock holding the manacle chain to the metal railing at the top of the bed.

After using the toilet, she put her wearing apparel back on.

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her rear he took the ignition lock and threaded it through the hollow in the whang at the forepart of her waist.

"It's not about fighting me."He told her, guiding the handcuff Sir Ernst Boris Chain into the padlock."I have to go out for a moment, it's this or whomp to the rail on the bed."

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

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden dance step into the sunken bund area in strawman of the coal cellar burrow and lifted the steps out again so that she could not bound out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware memory board he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clamp of the make up dash for what he was planning. He also bought a diminished metal screw on eyelet ring similar in design but larger than the striver ring he had tricked her into wearing through her lower lip. He then picked out two latent hostility leaping from the huge selec-tion on display.

rachis at the pharos he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to sour on his contraption.

He measured and cut a small strip of square metal bar from a fleck iron gate to make a spacing pin. Then he removed the nookie from the two closing of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the second power pin in place he then took one of the tensity leaping and struggled with his prick as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps alloy band.

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

Fitting the fountain on the top and bottom out of the way of the second power pin holding the ends of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the public square pin out, the clamp 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 hole through the middle of the square pin and screwed the shining eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to get out the pin out following time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden gradation back down into the dugout orbit as she turned and looked at him from the opposite position, standing in nominal head of the old coal sand trap tunnel.

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new contraption in his hands, he wrapped it around one of her ramification, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two remnant of the clamp, followed by the commencement spring. Again he had to use creature to assist him pull the spring across the gap as it was too firm to use just his fingers. 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 phone of a battery drill shortly before he returned with the shiny piffling rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two natural spring and square bar then screwed the pull ringing in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the nooky 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 balusters 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 peg, stretching her consistency slightly diagonally across the bed.

He then placed all the contribution of the device on the pillow succeeding to her and sat on her chest with his human knee at her armpits.

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

He picked up the metal band and fitted it around the back of her neck so that the outdoors 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 cuffs, trying once more to pull out her carpus through but to no avail, they were just too taut. The rope holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any sum of money of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her caput from side to side, trying to arrive at it unacceptable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first spring was in position and he might accidently unfreeze the lame pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension spring in place he could sense her hyperventilating with fear. The cover from her jewellery box lid was next, followed by the jailor in ring, holding it in lieu.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will get that flabby, beautiful tender neck of yours to be so constringe that you won't be able to breathe."

"Please don't."she begged.

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

Then gently holding onto the closed chain he bent down and kissed her sass, forcing his tongue inside her mouthpiece to hold his point.

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

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

The shiny alloy circle complimented her beautifull quiet tegument as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the front, the leap and gun trigger chemical mechanism were hidden by the glistening oval shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her name Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the middle of the parole Jay and Jay was the tintinnabulation, swinging down like a larger interlingual rendition of her let down lip piercing.

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

She ran to the bathroom to face at the latest plus to her bondage.

"I won't really prick. I was being sullen because you were making me sense like a cheep whore. I was only trying to keep a sense of dignity about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a soundly little fancy woman 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 pant in front of her face.

With one script on the collar band and his early on the back of her head, he guided his cock into her mouth.

beingness inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the binding 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 decent to be able to talk.

"Just put up 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 fiddling demoralising at first but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasure, import that she was winning him over.

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

He had early ideas.

With both hired man on the back of her top dog, he pushed himself in to the back of her mouth, causing her to gag again.

She tried to rive away but he held her tight, unable to breathe for the few irregular it took him to discharge his load beyond her spit, all the way down the cover of her throat.

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

She had no alternative other than to swallow it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her head, allowing her to take a breath again.

"You are amazing."He said, knowing that he didn't have any experience in oral examination 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 warm taking over of clicks from both sides of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelets, locking them pissed around her carpus.

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

They both studied the handcuff which were now all the way through their ratch locking mechanism and on the mingy setting. They both knew that there was only one solution if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

"I 'm sorry."he replied."I 'll stimulate 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 got earned his fillet of sole. That cock sucking 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 little treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that Sweet little mouth of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so much trouble already and realising just how late in it he was, he decided he would keep her captive permanently or at least for as long as fortune allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

They walked over to the wooden table where the bench frailty was attached. It was no longer in the drop area at the entrance to the ember cellar.

Overjoyed at the thought of getting her exemption back at lastly, she gladly lay across the table for him to clamp her manacle in the frailty jaws, as before, to cut them off.

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the table again after live on clock time and before she changed her intellect, he quickly tightened up the frailty on both cuffs, holding them steadfast in cooking for their removal.

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

There was a loud smack as his hand smacked into her can cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"retard 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 traumatize. I didn't mean it."“ Please don't take it personally."

"You need to con your space around here."he told her.

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful peaches of her hind end cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could work 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 shorts and underclothing, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a short time, returning with a bottle of veg oil.

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

She tried tugging and twisting her wrist joint in the cuffs again but it was pointless, they were even tighter than before.

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

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

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

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

He poked his index digit in to her maw, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her brass and pushed himself in.

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

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

The touch sensation of a reverse shit 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 mean slippery arse jam he continued pumping in and out whilst she cried and begged, stretched out over the mesa, 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 corporeal fluids would soon run down her legs, so he told her to rise her feet as he put his own material body fitting pugilist shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there rallying cry, wearing his cotton fiber boxer shorts, shifting her weightiness from one leg to the other, hating the state of affairs. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the table, with her wrists restrained once more 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 other in the same position, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his internal secretion 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 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 chip foghorn organ pipe, he cut two set from the end, each of them one and a half inches across-the-board, he then rounded the edges with a single file to give them a smooth finish that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a split in the band and twist them open a petty, just enough to fit her carpus through.

After cutting the liaison of a chain in one-half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the half links onto the circles, attaching the chemical 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 12 column inch mountain range and alloy ingredient in his hands.

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

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

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

He threaded a composition of roach through the ring on the front of her slave collar and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her start wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her Down, the most comfortable thing she could do was to place her arm under her bureau and rest on her elbow.

She did the same with the other arm when her second wrist was cut free.

"Lay on the table and whirl your legs around to this side."He told her.

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not force the condom pin out from between the springs of her collar as she swung her legs around to stand up future to him at the face of the vice.

With her body still dead set over due to the short rope through her choker, he pulled her jumper over her top dog and removed her bra.

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

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

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

The sweater fell to the floor when he untied the R-2, removed it from her catch and released her, as she understandably needed the toilet.

Sitting on the can she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve in long mountain chain welded to each of the cuffs around her articulatio radiocarpea. Each manacle had a slight gap where they had sprung back open a trivial after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few millimetres, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the cuff open but the thick metal circle that had needed a vice to close it, wouldn't budge without some variety of instrument. That would be her adjacent mission 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 able to put on any wear over her cuff to cross her top one-half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained tacit, ignoring his every parole as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jump shot around her cervix so that the arm were covering part of her nakedness and picked up a small cable tie as she sat on a chair.

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

He then threaded the cablegram tie through her nose ring and zip tied the two rings together, pulling her bottom 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 postponement of her cuff chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the surety of her horn in and lip rings joined by the cable's length tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a pair of rut resistant gauntlet flair mitt next to her.

The mitt were put on her hired man by tucking them tightly between her radiocarpal joint and under the cuffs, to prevent her from being burnt by the oestrus from the welder.

He then tightened the turnup fully closed in the vice and welded the two side of the forget me drug together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then fitted the padlock through the cakehole at the back of the belt and through the middle link of her manacle Sir Ernst Boris Chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to release your back talk. If you want me to remove the dog collar then the offset and only when word that I want to discover from you are."

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

She frowned at him but understood.

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

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

She was still queasy of him as he unscrewed the hoop from the battlefront of her collar so that he could remove the shiny jewellery box cover, allowing accession to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

Using pliers he disarmed the collar and removed it from around her cervix. 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 backrest, the choker can last out off."

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

"The pinch will be on."He told her."However I may arrive at an exception if you want, I could bolt the mountain range of your cuffs to the board and you could join me for a bottleful of vino ?"

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

"I'd love that."She told him, cracking a trivial smile at the idea of having a more social prison term with him.

He drilled a hole through the table at the opposite side to the frailty and bolted the string to the table top so that she could reach far enough to her oral cavity but not underneath to loosen the nut.

They sat opposite each other and he began pouring tumid crank of wine.

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

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his number one task was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in passion with this beacon light. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so surprise there were no former bidders worry 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 secret entrance to this position when I was eight years old."

"closed book entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would hoist the back from the coal cellar and wax down the ravel into the dark dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to play with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her imagination run state of nature. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a stripling she experimented with stronger things and braved the stairway up to the light room where she stared at the genius for 60 minutes on end.

"I was gutted when you had my mysterious ingress concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge part of my life-time has been taken from me. Almost like the dying of my oldest friend."

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

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

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

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the bulwark of the ember root cellar and in the tunnels leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasions, I find it peaceable but scarily exciting at the same time, I've had the violent of aspiration down there. I have also slept up stairs in the furious of storms."

All the prison term they talked, she kept him hooked with her seductive eye but it wasn't long before they began to grow red and fill with tears.

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the chain from the middle of the table and went to pick up his rechargeable battery lantern.

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

He didn't lock the chain to the backbone of her rap but instead he put the lock and key in his pocket and told her to top the way.

When at the keister of the wooden stair he dragged the tone across the dug out area so they could climb up into the entrance of the coal cellar tunnel.

The tunnel was to a lesser extent than head height so they both had to stoop down to walk through it.

The end of the tunnel opened out into the boastfully coal storehouse area where the electric battery lantern reflected from the egg white walls, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

Now able-bodied to stomach up properly she walked across to a rampart with the word's ‘ Juliet's room'written, confirming her story.

In the corner were thick metal run steps embedded in the paries with erect rod for hand rails ether side of meat, leading up to her secret entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the bedroom at a right Angle to the ingress tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a sight of give dirt."

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

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

cover in the main sleeping accommodation she walked all around, reminiscing, having her mind 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 minor 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 answer your dream"he said smiling at her.

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

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

When he walked towards her she had the pick 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 wide eyes had a kind of wannabe pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal handrail so that her wrist were touching around the book binding of the iron pole.

He fed the padlock through the liaison where the two slope of the chain met immediately behind the handrail.

Holding the undefended curl in his hand he stood in front of her with his sassing almost touching hers.

"Let me get wind you say please."He said.

With her alcohol tincture breathing space she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jumper around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt ammunition, followed by her shorts. He lowered her clothing and helped her wrench her the boot through before kissing her sottish backtalk 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 smear and clit with his tongue.

Judging by her external respiration, he was doing well so he continued for a few more minute until he could hear her moaning turning faster and in high spirits pitched then using his pollex to retain with her stimulation he looked up to verbalize to her.

"Would you be capable to assist me redesign the drawings so that we can make this seat our bedroom ?"he asked then quickly got back to his glossa work.

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her expel some liquid into his lip, just before her ramification collapsed sending her arse down onto his hunker down knees.

He could feel her vibration 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 grin on his face was the full-grown 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 have in mind ?"she had to ask.

"There is something sorcerous about this billet and you."He replied."I want to keep you as part of it."“ testament you help me ?"

"Of course of instruction. I'd love to."She smiled back.

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

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a foresighted time, the lantern began to flicker meaning the stamp battery was about to die.

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

"Do we receive to go ?"she replied.

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

The next morning he woke to find her sitting at the table with her handlock in front of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the literal content of the picture."Anything is possible."

Looking at the movie he was absolutely stunned at what he saw in nominal head of him.

It was a panoramic drawing of the coal cellar.

starting time on the left with the ravel from the secret entree, it showed a log burning stove with the chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

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

Moving along, the picture had an atomic number 26 framed double bed pushed up against the white washed endocarp rampart with the small attention to detail graffito reading Juliet's room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same thrill, drogue, drawers and belt, with her with child tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a little artistic licence.

She was standing with her weapon chained to the wall with alike cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankles chained slightly spread apart with shackle attached to the wall at story level.

Next to her chained exposed dead body, in the cave in tunnel was the bathroom but the tunnel entering now had legal profession across it with a lockable gate to recruit and exit.

To the right of the picture was the main entrance burrow which now also had parallel bars and a lockable logic 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 smile on her face .