Mike was a 23 year old, grandiloquent, athletic joiner who's sideline was restoring authoritative cars.

He became tempted by an old Light house on the Confederate States west coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

Being the only person at the vendue who was leave to give to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historical structure meant that he won the bid 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 endure, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at night time.

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

In early June, two weeks into the task, the access path had been cordoned off with temporary metal fence for prophylactic grounds and a posting saying ‘ Footway closed until recently September ’.

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

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the solitary solvent to build his undertaking further was to substitute the compressor.

Three hours later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the pharos threshold was open. This clock time the interior of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The fridge was doorway open slightly and with a small bit more investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his Milk carton. He also noticed that both of his battery drills had been stolen meaning another display stopper for the job.

Ensuring he locked the door this fourth dimension, he was livid as he had to ravage the good afternoon out again buying a switch drill.

In a second hand computer memory he found a desirable drill at a deal price, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to take the air out he noticed under the Methedrine of the counter amongst former low token, a pair of handcuffs for sale.

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

"telephone call it Ten."The bank clerk 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.

"sevener and it's a deal."The cashier suggested holding out his handwriting to shake on it.

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

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

Early the next forenoon he drove his van away from the light theatre and walked back so that he could lay in wait to catch the culprit.

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

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

Her gens was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the variety which would allow the beacon light to be converted to a buck private home and had actively campaigned against all the planning applications throughout the unanimous process.

She was wearing pitch blackness Dr Martin iron boot, high waist idle gamey skinny reach jeans and a rainbow coloured axial motion cervix long sleeve wool pullover. She had a pinko ribbon in her long brown hair with a thin blue hair streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make surely the sea-coast was clear before sneaking through the fence and trying the door handle.

It was unlocked.

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

She was so scandalise her unharmed 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 implements of war around her chest, pinning her arms to her side of meat then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the gyrate staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron bannister rail that ran with the stairs, all the way around the paries of the bill building from the story to the chicken feed spark way at the very top.

"GET YOUR shtup hands nates YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

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

By wrapping his arms around her waist, he pushed her shaking weapons system behind her back.

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

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

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

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

"Who the fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

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

"Really !"He said to her."Would you like a glass of freshly poisoned Milk before you start telling me the verity ?"“ There's a television 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.

"larceny !"He began, listing all of her offenses."Vandalism ! destruction of somebody else's property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted execution by poisoning !"“ You secure start talking."

"What do you want me to say ?"she replied."Are you going to squall the constabulary ?"

"Do you know how very much screw money you've toll me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my cover pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a credit placard notecase from one of her back pockets and her earphone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your public figure before."he said,"You're that pain in the neck in the can 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 puerility playground and the place I come to worship the stars."

He went back over to her and searched her front pockets, removing her planetary house keys and some John Cash, placing the items on a table.

"Do you have any other ID ? I don't believe you are dozen years aged than me."He said, then bent down and further searched her by running both his men 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 concentration of her jean and the shape of her legs 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 attraction to work in her favour.

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

Strangely the offset thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his cheek was her breathing place. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating cooky. It threw his mind into a agile ‘ 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 do and serve you ?"

"I live on my own."She told him"nonentity else is involved or knows about my campaign."

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

One More accidental intake of her mellifluous intimation had him hooked.

"Looks like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his body search over her tail nerve with his hands.

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

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

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

He moved his hands up from her can to around her shank and then up to her chest.

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

She frowned at him when he tried to put his fingers inside her bra cupful to experience 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 child would.

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The look of shyness and superfluity on his face told her otherwise.

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

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

"So here I am then."She smiled."I'm chained up here, all uncommitted and at your mercy. Do your worst. express me what you've got."

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now convert that he had never been with a womanhood 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 scented smelling mouth, about to cook a motion towards her, he gently touched the ball in the middle of the nose annulus piercing she had between her nostril 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 particular duad of plyers to remove it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to sleep together her with these manacle on, she could threaten him with wrongful immurement and ravishment. That way he would be in more trouble than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would take him down.

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

He put his handwriting around her waist and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly clad arse cheeks.

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

He pulled her in close and locked rim with her. She could sense 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 secret plan is."He told her.

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

He didn't react, only stared into her all-embracing eye, kissed her again and pulled out the unmarried key from his pocket.

As soon as the manacle swung open she bolted for the door, ripping the handlock from his hired hand as he was trying to withdraw the key. He'd trusted her and wasn't prepared for this.

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

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

He caught up with her and grabbed the open handcuff swinging from her wrist.

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his sack and cuffed her unloosen articulatio radiocarpea again, this time with her hands in front of her.

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

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

He pointed to a door and said"can is there."

As she began the extended process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the ass 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 john to see him manovering the bed at the arse of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient spot for the bed rightfield in social movement 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 deflect. 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 subway in his finger. This was a job as now she will accept to be cut free.

He walked over to his tool chest and lifted an undecided padlock from its lid.

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

She raised her arms above her head 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-bodied to dissent her availability and ‘ his firstly time'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock chamber around the connecting chain in the heart of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the banister. The whole balustrade 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 sample lips.

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

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

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

"Obviously I would be playing with your cock by now but with my hands like this you'll have to jerk off yourself first."

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

She smiled at how naive this 20 three year old Virgin was.

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

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

"takings my jean off."She said.

She loved watching the looking at of decision on his aspect as he struggled to dispatch the tight adjustment denim from her leg, all the time pretending that this was formula for him, as though he'd done it spate of metre before.

After he realised that her iron heel were still on he had to stop with the jeans and remove her footwear number 1. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was funny the amount of time it took him to strip her lower half naked.

"Can you lift my sweater above my straits and polish off my bra please, I would do it myself but with things as they are. You know."She asked, knowing that the bra was going to be his succeeding hurdle.

This was going to be like sleeping with a comic she thought, changing her intuitive feeling 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 stage with his erection.

She took pity on him.

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

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

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

"How's that feel."He said.

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

sentence 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 take care passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

"So are you going to garb 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 miscarry attack to get it right.

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

Next came the jeans. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

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

Mike cut the legs of her jean away on a tenuous solidus slant having the retentive part in the middle of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the rose hip. With four inches of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one inch at a sentence and held them up with fast drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in pocket-size spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE piece of ass HAVE YOU DONE TO MY jean ?"she shouted."Do you know how much they cost ?"

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

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is unlawful imprisonment and that first fuck of yours counting as RAPE !"

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

"Undo these cuff !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

arrival for the padlock key he popped it outdoors and released the concatenation 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 jeans from his helping hand and pulled them on over her articulatio coxae, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much easier than when they were fully length jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a plastered waterproof area like a wet way or pocket-sized swim syndicate, designed to overhear and contain any diesel engine spill from the fuel storage tank which had been removed years ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

There were no window in this domain, but it was almost open architectural plan as there was no wall between the dugout canoe spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the rest of the lighthouse.

She could see amongst other materials being stored in this go under area, a intemperate old wooden dining table.

The table had a shop vice temporarily attached to one side of it in the centre of its orthogonal length, held securely in office with a shtup smashed clamp, tightened from underneath the slurred wooden top.

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

"ambit over and pop off me your wrists."He said.

She understood the system of logic and reached over the width of the tabular array, resting her elbows ether side of meat of the frailty so that he could clamp the manacle and cut them off.

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

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

right hand now I'm prophylactic he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her campaign to stop this renovation labor which is exactly what she's wants.

He walked around the backbone of the table, admiring his captive and her plight, leaning over the tabular array, clamped in her vulnerable position.

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison sentence, he changed his mind. He had no question 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 buns 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 thing off."

He put the saw down and slew his piffling finger up and inside the bottomland of her shorts, running it along the lowest percentage of her ass cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim enclothe arse and stroked the smooth build inside her leg at the top just before the indentation caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her tegument at both position, exaggerating the second joint gap at her fork in-between her legs.

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

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

"That maybe unfeigned but seeing you like this is making me want to bonk you again."He told her.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

Without replying he pressed his lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her natural language all the way in to his backtalk, breathing to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More great through her nose as the snog continued. She could sense his hard-on poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

Starting with his deal on her backside he slid them over her coxa, around to her front 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 button 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 spiral of rope.

Keeping his space he wrapped a cringle of rophy around her redress ankle and pulled it tight, securing the early end to a table leg.

repetition this on her early ankle, he spread her pegleg wide apart by tying the R-2 off on the contrary slope of the board, forcing her physical structure 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 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 fuck rear end fix !"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 cuffs again as he pressed himself against her, confirming his stimulation through their clothes.

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

"Well untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her ankle he ran both his hands along the flaccid hide of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his fingerbreadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then go under his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly display seat 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 get it on me and let me out of here !"

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

Looking at her household keys he convinced himself that he had to go delay her place out.

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

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

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

The property was the end building in a row of terrace houses with a fencing around the driveway providing ample privacy from any on looking neighbours.

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the aright office as he smelled her recognisable aroma.

The immediate end was not to rob the place but to remove any item that if a fellowship member or even the police where to expect around, would pull in it look like she had packed her requisite and gone away for a piece of her own accord.

Knowing that she lived alone, he had to look for grounds of any positron emission tomography. Finding none he nervously headed upstairs.

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

His guilty notion whilst rummaging through her personal will power quickly changed to that of agitation when he opened a brake shoe box he'd found under her bed.

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

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shiny jewellery box, her recommendation, banking concern scorecard, toothbrush and anything else this flower child female child might take traveling with her. The solitary matter he didn't ring was any of her dress as there wasn't elbow room and besides, who would notice which apparel were not missing ? He thought.

A shimmy dog with a passion heart on it sitting on her bed caught his care as a token gesture to exact her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the sleep of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the sound she'd brought with her to the beacon, meaning that any tracking would demo her shoemaker's last fix as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

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

"I brought you something."He said, laying the teddy 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 belt ammunition and hammered a hole through the midsection of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt ammunition from behind her, through the whack loops all the way around her underdrawers and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the hole, now at her figurehead that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the tabular array and opened the frailty, releasing the handcuff from the travelling bag of its jaws, allowing her a small amount of money of freedom so she could try and stand up again.

As she assisted herself by using her hired man on the wooden top, having her leg still bound banquet apart, he walked back around the table and took hold of the chain between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the whorl shut around the chain, securing her hands to the belt ammunition at waistline height in movement of her, meaning she had no opportunity of unfastening the buckle which was now in the low of her back.

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

The dugout surface area they were standing in was five foot blue than the main story. It was accessed via the minuscule wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the wall so the next affair he did was lift the tone up out of the room.

Above the face-to-face wall to where the steps had been was a tunnel leading to the original coal cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden dance step underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the former equipment up and out of the room, including the board and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot deep slide down area with no means of getting out.

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

Before climbing out he stood behind her, put his arm around her waist and handed her the teddy 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 sunken way he was able to channelize her into the primary beacon tower room where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the lowly glistening jewellery box in his hand. It was three in long and one and a half column inch wide-eyed with the lid being the whole 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 couple of minuscule shiny plyer 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 lower lip."She replied.

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

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

The stud poker was made up of a silver looking light bar joined to a large round level plate at one end and with the obliterable screw off lustrous domed stadium at the other.

He put his paw back in the jewellery box and picked out another art object. This one had the Saami expectant disc at one end of the shiny Ag beam but the part that screwed off had a ball with a atomic number 47 pack going through it, like a diminutive half inch diam towel ring.

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

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

She opened her jaw so he could pound the small shiny shaft through her lower berth lip piercing all the way until the categorical magnetic disc pressed against the inside of her mouth.

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the modest hoop. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the hoop in place of the domed stud on the end of the silver grey shaft poking through her lip.

She immediately felt the ring resting on her Kuki-Chin and asked him"Is that my hard worker closed chain ?"

"Is that what it's called."He replied."unusual choice of jewellery 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 girl 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 bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a constabulary adult female in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protest in Greater London. It drew blood from her scent and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to rationalize I received three months inside."

microphone was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waist, now with a annulus through the middle of her merchant ship 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 bed me ?"she replied.

Shit ! 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 whack afterwards so that she could use the toilet.

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

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

She obliged and the familiar clanging noise rang out from the staircase as he snapped the ignition 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 stance with his stifle inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexual snog each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"Take my apparel off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her pass and stripping her downcast half naked apart from her intemperate the boot and socks.

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

"Gently contribution my lips and flavor for my clitoris."She said and then continued to guide him to the right spot.

"Bisexuals have to continually lick that pip right there with their tongue."

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

She squeezed her pegleg together, pressing against his spike, holding his header still.

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

He continued the licking, stopping only when she released his oral sex 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 erecting pointing in her face.

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

He moved his seawall right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his for the first time gust job and getting rejected by her threats, he sort of lost the second and climbed off, leaving her raw with her coat of arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the beacon light for aspiration he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the organ pipe he wondered if he could make a shackle for her ankle and keep her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible carpus shackles when he measured and realised that the inside diam of the pipe would be too small for an ankle but paragon for a wrist.

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

It was a dash known as a T-bolt hosepipe clamp, made from a slenderize metal band with each end having a thicker piece of steel attached, lodging a thunderbolt which when screwed tighter brought the ends of the stripe 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.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and jumper back down from up over her psyche and opened the ringlet holding the handcuff chain to the metallic element rail at the top of the bed.

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

"Don't bury the belt."He told her, picking it up and starting to thread it through her rap loops from behind.

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

After fastening the buckle at her buns he took the lock and threaded it through the trap in the swath at the front 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 import, it's this or handcuff to the railing on the bed."

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

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the drop bund area in front of the coal root cellar burrow and lifted the whole step out again so that she could not parachute out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware memory he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clamp of the correct style for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on eyelet ring like in design but larger than the knuckle down ringing he had tricked her into wearing through her depress lip. He then picked out two tenseness saltation from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a small strip of foursquare metallic element bar from a scrap iron gate to make a spacing pin. Then he removed the nookie from the two ends of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of lame bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in seat he then took one of the tension bound and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two oddment of the clamps metal band.

With the firstly leap in space, spanning the top of the clinch opening, he struggled again with the other spring ; this one was to go across the behind of the clamp.

Fitting the springs on the top and bottom out of the way of the hearty pin holding the ends of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the second power pin out, the clamp springs would immediately contract, tightening the band up.

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded fix through the middle of the second power pin and screwed the sheeny cringle ring into it so that it could be used to displume the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden step back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the reverse side, standing in battlefront of the old coal bunker 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 legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the second power pin in between the two final stage of the clamp, followed by the first-class honours degree spring. Again he had to use puppet to avail him pull up the leap across the gap as it was too unassailable to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the instant spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the speech sound of a battery drill shortly before he returned with the shiny trivial rectangular domed lid from her jewelry box.

He held it over the two springs and square bar then screwed the wrench ring in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

"twist 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 bar and the shiny cover out of the way of the bound, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

"AAAAAHHHHHH !"she shouted in downright agony as the clinch tightened painfully around her leg.

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

He looked in astonishment at how deep the set went into her leg and had to accommodate, it did bet painful.

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

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

He unlocked her manacle from the bang and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her caput to the balustrade again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the rope and began tying her ankle 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 parts of the device on the pillow next to her and sat on her chest with his knees at her armpits.

"Oh no. delight no."she said.

He picked up the alloy banding and fitted it around the back of her neck so that the exposed end was at her front.

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

The banister began making noise as she struggled against her turnup, trying once Sir Thomas More to pull up her articulatio radiocarpea through but to no service, they were just too mingy. The rope holding her wooden leg down was pulled so besotted that any measure of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her principal from slope to side, trying to cause it impossible for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first leaping was in station and he might accidently release the square toes pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension fountain in place he could sense her hyperventilating with fear. The cover from her jewellery box lid was adjacent, followed by the screw in gang, holding it in place.

"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 twist on this mob and it will go ‘ BOING ’."He said with a smile on his face.

"It will stimulate that soft, beautiful cutter cervix of yours to be so compress 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 back talk, forcing his tongue inside her rima oris to hit his point.

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

He sat back and admired his ready to hand employment, proud of how professional it looked.

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

At the front, the springs and initiation mechanics were hidden by the shiny oval shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her name Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the center of the words Jay and Jay was the ring, swinging down like a larger version of her humble lip piercing.

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

She ran to the lavatory to search at the belated addition to her bondage.

"I won't really seize with teeth. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a cheep whore. I was only trying to preserve a sense of self-respect about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good slight working girl and not resolve me back."“ Understand ?"

"I'm sorry."She told him.

"Prove it."He said."kneeling down."

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

With one paw on the collar ring and his other on the cover of her heading, he guided his pecker into her mouth.

Being inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the backbone 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 enough to be able to talk.

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

"Ok."He agreed."You're the slave here."

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

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

She could finger his rooster pulsing as he was about to cum so she worked on the sore head teacher of it instead of the shaft.

He had former ideas.

With both hands on the back of her head word, he pushed himself in to the book binding of her backtalk, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, unable to breathe for the few second gear it took him to empty his freight beyond her lingua, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

She had no pick early than to get down it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her nous, allowing her to take a breather again.

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

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

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

There was a quick succession of clicks from both incline of the handlock 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 stiff setting. They both knew that there was only one solution if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

"You fucking poor fish moron !"she said, pulling on the cuffs.

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his semen she must ingest earned his sole. That blowjob had won him over. She was so relieved.

However, he had early plans.

There was no way in the universe he was going to let this little treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that gratifying trivial lip of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so much trouble already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would keep 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 remove the cuffs. He told her yes but the pinch was staying on.

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

Overjoyed at the thought of getting her freedom back at final stage, 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 table again after death sentence 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 side of the board and stood behind her.

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh bull, she thought, how stupefied of me. I've been tricked again.

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

"You need to get word your office around here."he told her.

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful peach tree of her arse cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could run 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 underwear, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a short prison term, returning with a bottleful of veg oil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He poked his index finger's breadth in to her hole, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

One Sir Thomas More big glug of oil landed where the tip of his turncock pressed against her keister hole.

He spread her cheek 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 self-regard of her defenceless torso more and more with each stroke.

The feeling of a reverse shit was so uncomfortable and degrading that she broke down and began to cry.

"occlusion 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 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 bodily fluids would soon run down her legs, so he told her to lift her feet as he put his own conformation fitting boxer drawers on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there shout, wearing his cotton bagger shorts, shifting her weightiness from one leg to the other, hating the office. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent-grass over the table, with her wrists restrained once more by the handcuffs in the vice. How could I be so green ? She thought.

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

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse brass then walked away.

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

He got to figure out immediately.

From a art object of scrap foghorn pipe, he cut two traffic circle from the end, each of them one and a one-half inches wide, he then rounded the boundary with a file to pass on them a smooth finish that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

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

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

"Don't say I don't think about you."He said as he walked past her still restrained consistence, showing her the twelve in Chain and metal component in his hands.

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

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

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

He threaded a slice of rope through the halo on the front of her hard worker collar and tied it off around the vice clinch under the table.

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

As her first wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her Down, the most well-to-do matter she could do was to place her arm under her chest and remainder on her elbow.

She did the Lapp with the other arm when her arcsecond wrist was cut free.

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not pull the safety pin out from between the saltation of her collar as she swung her pegleg around to stand following to him at the incline of the vice.

With her physical structure still hang over due to the short rope through her pinch, he pulled her pinafore over her headland and removed her bra.

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

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

"early handwriting please."He said, holding up the cuff at the face-to-face end of the welded chain.

She was expecting something to spite her but that didn't happen, he just wound the frailty closed and encased her other radiocarpal joint in the shiny metal circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the throne she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve inch long range welded to each of the cuffs around her wrists. Each manacle had a slight gap where they had sprung back open a niggling 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 cuffs open but the thick alloy circle that had needed a vice to close it, wouldn't Budge without some sort of putz. That would be her succeeding 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 short before curling up under the covers.

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

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

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jumper around her cervix so that the arm were covering persona of her nakedness and picked up a pocket-sized cable tie as she sat on a chair.

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

He then threaded the cable tie through her olfactory organ ring and zip tied the two closed chain together, pulling her fundament 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 chemical chain from under his knee.

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the ring on her collar and taking cargo hold of her turnup Ernst Boris Chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the security of her olfactory organ and lip ring joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a pair of heat resistive gauntlet style gloves next to her.

The gloves were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the cuffs, to prevent her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

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

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

He repeated the process 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 gauntlet away he checked for any sharp bound then allowed her to audit her new manacles.

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

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

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

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

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

As she turned he could see that the strand 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 cuffs pressing into her.

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

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the book binding of the belt and through the middle link of her handcuff 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 lip. If you want me to remove the dog collar then the world-class and only countersign that I want to learn from you are."

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

She frowned at him but understood.

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

She nodded her head.

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

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

"Thank you for fucking my fanny 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 ring from the front end of her leash so that he could polish off the shiny jewelry box covering fire, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

using 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 work force are behind your backbone, the collar can ride out off."

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

"The shoe collar will be on."He told her."However I may make an exception if you want, I could bolt the chemical chain of your handlock to the mesa and you could link up me for a bottle of wine ?"

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

"I'd love that."She told him, cracking a niggling smiling at the mentation of having a more mixer time with him.

He drilled a maw through the table at the opposite side to the vice and bolted the chain of mountains to the mesa top so that she could reach far enough to her mouth but not underneath to tease the nut.

They sat opposite each other and he began pouring bombastic glasses of wine.

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

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

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

"Secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a tyke she would lift the binding from the coal cellar and climb up down the ladder into the dark dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to playact with so she would fiddle alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her mental imagery run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teen she experimented with warm things and braved the staircase up to the light room where she stared at the stars for hours on end.

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

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

"My Grandfather worked here for a metre and my female parent was even inspired by the lighthouse when she named me."

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom radio receiver birdcall foretoken for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning towboat and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the alphabet because we are telephone number ten out of 16 beacon light along this reach of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffito on the paries of the coal wine cellar and in the tunnels leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasions, I find it peaceful but scarily exciting at the same time, I've had the wildest of pipe dream down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

All the sentence they talked, she kept him hooked with her seductive optic but it wasn't long before they began to turn red and fulfill with tears.

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

"Are you telling the trueness ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"display me."

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

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

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

When at the bottom of the wooden stairs he dragged the whole step across the dug out area so they could climb up into the entranceway of the ember cellar tunnel.

The tunnel was lupus erythematosus than forefront height so they both had to stoop down to walk through it.

The end of the tunnel opened out into the large ember memory board arena where the battery lantern reflected from the white walls, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the corner were thick metallic element run steps embedded in the wall with perpendicular rod for handwriting rails ether side, leading up to her secret entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the chamber at a right angle to the incoming tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a pile 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 paries 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 and now, here was a girl who was part of the chronicle and to whom he was very much attracted.

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

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

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

He took the padlock from his air pocket and dangled it in front 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 choice of heading for the burrow but instead she chose to endorse away from him and entice him over to the street corner where the run was fixed to the wall.

Her panoptic center had a kind of promising pleading feel in them as she pushed the chain around the upright alloy handrail so that her wrists were touching around the binding of the Fe pole.

He fed the padlock through the inter-group communication where the two sides of the range met immediately behind the handrail.

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

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

With her alcoholic drink infused breath she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jumper around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her rap, followed by her shorts. He lowered her article of clothing and helped her pull her boots 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 patch and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her respiration, he was doing well so he continued for a few Thomas More minutes until he could discover her moaning turning faster and higher pitched then using his thumbs to continue with her stimulation he looked up to speak to her.

"Would you be capable to help oneself me redesign the drawings so that we can wee-wee this post our chamber ?"he asked then quickly got back to his tongue work.

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her release some liquidness into his mouth, just before her ramification collapsed sending her tail down onto his crouch knees.

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

She looked at him in impact, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smiling on his boldness was the expectant 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 intend ?"she had to ask.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

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

The next forenoon he woke to find her sitting at the mesa with her handcuff in front of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the actual content of the word-painting."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic draftsmanship of the coal cellar.

Beginning on the left hand with the ravel from the enigma entree, it showed a log burning stove with the lamp chimney fluke reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

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

Moving along, the picture had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the clean washed gem wall with the small aid to detail graffiti reading Juliet's way 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 magnanimous boob on show after being slightly enhanced using a footling artistic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the bulwark with similar cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankles chained slightly spread apart with shackles attached to the wall at floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the give way tunnel was the lavatory but the tunnel entry now had bars across it with a lockable logic gate to recruit and exit.

To the right of the picture was the independent entrance tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable logic gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

"Do you like it ?"She replied with a grin on her facial expression .