Mike was a 23 twelvemonth old, tall, athletic joiner who's hobby was restoring authoritative cars.

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

Being the only when person at the auction who was will to commit to the obligation of renovating and maintaining the historic structure meant that he won the bidding straight away without competition.

Using money borrowed from his parents and the coin bank, it was to be his kernel filled projection converting it into a home for him to go, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at nighttime time.

He struggled with topical anaesthetic bureau when changing anything about the building as there seemed to be a lot of remonstration from the nearby villagers.

In early June, two week into the project, the access path had been cordoned off with irregular metal fencing for refuge grounds and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

One dawning Mike was returning after picking up supply 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 holidaymaker to happen that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock look, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only answer to shape up his project further was to supplant the compressor.

tierce minute later he returned to find that the fencing had been disturbed and the lighthouse threshold was open. This time the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The electric refrigerator was door unfastened slightly and with a little bit to a greater extent investigation, he found that blanching agent had been poured into his Milk carton. He also noticed that both of his battery drills had been stolen meaning another show plug for the job.

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

In a second hired man store he found a suitable drill at a bargain price, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the sideboard amongst former modest item, a pair of handcuffs for sale.

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

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

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

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

He'd have paid the fully toll but just wanted to barter a deal for the fun of it. The cuff would be deserving much More if they helped him arrest the culprit who was vandalising his edifice site.

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

Early the next morning he drove his van away from the lightly theater and walked back so that he could lay in wait to fascinate the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with foresightful hair heading towards the fence but not wanting to get overhear looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the presence room access quick to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the change which would countenance the beacon to be converted to a private habitation and had actively campaigned against all the planning applications throughout the wholly process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin boots, in high spirits waist light blue tight-fitting stretchiness jeans and a rainbow coloured roster neck long sleeve woollen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her long Robert Brown hair with a tenuous blue angel fuzz streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make sure the seacoast was brighten 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 gear up and quickly snapped one of the cuffs tightly around the articulatio radiocarpea that followed.

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

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

He pushed her back against the iron banister railing that ran with the stairs, all the way around the wall of the orbitual edifice from the base to the glass perch room at the very top.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS ass YOUR spinal column !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

Still shocked with the mental rejection 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 subdivision around her waist, he pushed her shaking weapons system behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to go that he had not only cuffed her custody behind her but also around one of the alloy banister bars that she was leaning against.

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

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

"Who the roll in the hay 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 electric battery Mandrillus leucophaeus on the rocks yesterday and wondered if they might be yours."

"Really !"He said to her."Would you like a glass of freshly poisoned milk before you start telling me the verity ?"“ There's a tv 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 ego deeper into this hole.

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her offenses."hooliganism ! end of somebody else's property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted execution by poisoning !"“ You better take up talking."

"What do you desire me to say ?"she replied."Are you going to yell the police ?"

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

"In my backrest pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a credit card billfold from one of her back air pocket and her headphone 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 can lady who's been objecting to all my preparation applications for renovating this berth aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her presence pockets, removing her house keys and some cash, placing the item on a table.

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

He then repeated the process on her other leg, admiring the tightness of her jean and the shape of her legs as he stood back up again.

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

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

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

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

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

Strangely the first thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his expression was her breathing spell. It smelled fresh, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his brain into a speedy ‘ wow'instant as he continued staring into her seductive eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

One more accidental inhalation of her scented breath had him hooked.

"Looks like you're at my clemency then ?"He said continuing his body hunting over her arse cheeks with his hands.

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

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

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

He moved his hands up from her derriere to around her waist and then up to her chest.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The flavour of shyness and overplus 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 available and at your mercy. Do your forged. register me what you've got."

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the center and then at her fresh smelling back talk, about to make a motion towards her, he gently touched the ball in the middle of the nuzzle mob 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 particular pair of plyers to remove it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to get laid her with these handlock on, she could menace him with unlawful imprisonment and violation. That way he would be in more fuss than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the boulevard she would study him down.

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

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

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

He pulled her in close and locked rim with her. She could feel his growing hard-on 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 plot is."He told her.

"If you cuff my hands in front of me so that I can use the throne, then I'll come back and show you what a char really wants."She told him."I won't try to head for the hills. I want your virginity."

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

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

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

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

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

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her resign wrist again, this time with her work force 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"Toilet is there."

As she began the lengthy process of removing her dungaree, he dragged his bed over to the tail of the volute staircase, pushing the head word 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 bottom of the stairs.

"Oh that's a commodious position for the bed right in battlefront of that bannister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

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

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

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

She raised her arms above her forefront when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able to resist her availability and ‘ his 1st time'would materialise the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the ringlet around the connecting chain in the center of the handcuff and then around the metallic element bar of the handrail. The whole balusters clanged with the noise of the lock snapping shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled at how naive this twenty three class old virgin was.

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

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

"proceeds my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his human face as he struggled to bump off the tight try-on jeans from her stage, all the time pretending that this was normal for him, as though he'd done it quite a little of times before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to block up with the jeans and withdraw her footwear world-class. She started to finger sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of meter it took him to strip her low-pitched half naked.

"Can you lift my jumper above my header and remove 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 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 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 legs with his erection.

She took shame on him.

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

His spitting action was far from romantic 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 base 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.

Time to start 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 find like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you heed passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

"So are you going to line up 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 attempts to get it right.

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

Next came the jean. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

With a lot of study 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 blue jean away on a slight diagonal angle having the longest function in the middle of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the pelvic girdle. With four inches of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with degraded drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in lowly 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 roll in the hay HAVE YOU DONE TO MY blue jean ?"she shouted."Do you screw how much they cost ?"

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

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is wrongful imprisonment and that world-class fuck of yours counting as colza !"

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

"Undo these cuffs !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

Reaching for the padlock key he popped it open and released the chain from the handrail, sending another clash all the way up the stairs.

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined blue jean from his paw and pulled them on over her pelvis, followed by her rush. He was right they went on much easier than when they were full length jeans.

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

He took her to an neighboring room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof area like a wet room or little swimming pool, designed to catch and contain any Diesel spillages from the fuel storage tank which had been removed years ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

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

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

The mesa had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one side of it in the middle of its rectangular length, held securely in place with a piece of ass tight clamp, tightened from underneath the duncish wooden top.

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

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

She understood the logical system and reached over the width of the tabular array, resting her cubital joint ether side of the frailty so that he could clamp the handcuffs and cut them off.

He tightened the frailty traction on both cuffs at the Same time over the part where the locking mechanism was, with the chain down in to the vice and the hinges of both cuffs pointing up.

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

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

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

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

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

"WHAT ?"she cried out, looking back over her berm 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 little finger up and inside the fanny of her shorts, running it along the dispirited part of her can cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad buttocks and stroked the smooth soma inside her leg at the top just before the indenture caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both sides, exaggerating the second joint gap at her crotch middle her legs.

"I think I might be in love."He said, knowing that it didn't affair 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 gustatory sensation of a woman that's all."

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

organism heedful not to get laid his read/write 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 backtalk against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his mouthpiece, breathing more than and more heavy through her poke as the kiss continued. She could find his erection poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

Eventually when the candy kiss broke he wriggled his way out from under her breast, stood up and walked around the spinal column of her.

Starting with his bridge player on her arse he slid them over her hips, around to her figurehead and stopped on the top push of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his space he wrapped a loop of forget me drug around her right articulatio talocruralis and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a table leg.

repeating this on her former ankle joint, he spread her legs full apart by tying the roofy off on the opposite position of the mesa, forcing her consistence down until her stomach was resting on the wooden board top.

"Ok, we can pull in 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 deep for that now. You need to be taught a lesson."

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

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

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

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

"Well untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her mortise joint he ran both his handwriting along the soft pelt of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his fingers on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly display fundament cheeks.

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

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

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

Looking at her house keystone he convinced himself that he had to go see to it her place out.

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

With her telephone and tonality in his script, he closed the lighthouse room access behind him making sure it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her planetary house a visit.

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

The property was the end construction in a row of bench firm with a fence around the driveway providing ample secrecy from any on looking neighbours.

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

The immediate destination was not to rob the piazza but to remove any items that if a family extremity or even the police where to front around, would make it attend like she had packed her requisite and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

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

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

It was her sex box containing three different size and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber tape on a axial rotation.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a minuscule bright jewellery box, her recommendation, bank building visiting card, soup-strainer and anything else this hippy girl might take traveling with her. The only thing he didn't coterie was any of her apparel as there wasn't room and besides, who would acknowledge which apparel were not missing ? He thought.

A slip dog with a love fondness on it sitting on her bed caught his care as a keepsake gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the cause case with the relaxation of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electrical energy off, followed by the phone she'd brought with her to the lighthouse, meaning that any tracking would render her last positioning as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

On entering the beacon he could discover her calling for him to expel her before he even set oculus on her.

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

After passing the padlock through the hole, now at her social movement that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the handcuffs from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a belittled amount of freedom so she could try and stand up up again.

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

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

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

The pirogue area they were standing in was five feet lower than the main floor. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the primer coat or to the rampart so the next thing he did was lift the footstep up out of the room.

Above the face-to-face bulwark to where the stone's throw had been was a tunnel leading to the original coal 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 groundwork trench slump area with no means of getting out.

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

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the go under elbow room he was capable to guide her into the principal lighthouse towboat room where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the pocket-size sheeny jewellery box in his hand. It was three inches long and one and a half inch wide with the lid being the altogether top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the round off silver.

He slid the lid away from the arse, pulled out a couplet of lowly glistening pliers and held them up in front of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my pry 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 bottom of the inning lip of hers that he had kissed so passionately but never before noticed that it was pierced.

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

The he-man was made up of a silver looking dead bar joined to a enceinte beat flat dental plate at one end and with the obliterable screw off burnished covered stadium at the other.

He put his handwriting back in the jewellery box and picked out another while. This one had the same declamatory disc at one end of the sheeny silver beam of light but the share that screwed off had a ball with a flatware ring going through it, like a bantam half in diameter towel ring.

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

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

She opened her jaw so he could pound the low shiny shaft through her glower lip piercing all the way until the savourless magnetic disc pressed against the interior of her mouth.

reaching back down into the box he picked out the diminished closed chain. Knowing that she wouldn't be capable to see her own lip, he screwed the gang in place of the domed studhorse on the end of the silver grey shot poking through her lip.

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

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

"My girl bought it for me long time ago."She explained.

He was stunned at her revelation.

"Girlfriend ?"he asked.

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

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police woman in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a scramble during an environmental dissent in London. It drew blood from her nose and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to apologise I received three calendar month inside."

mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waist, now with a closed chain through the middle of her buns lip, matching the hoop through the middle of her nose.

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

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

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad Malus pumila lover ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could shut away the strand of her handlock above her head to the alloy railing of the handrail again.

She obliged and the companion clanging noise rang out from the staircase as he snapped the curl 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,"Edward 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 human knee inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexual person kiss each other ?"he joked.

"No."she told him, knowing that it would have no divergence to him planting his aspect on hers.

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

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jump shot over her head and stripping her bring down half defenseless apart from her heavy boots and socks.

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

"Gently voice my lips and feel for my clitoris."She said and then continued to direct him to the mighty spot.

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

He did as instruct and was surprised with the upshot of his actions.

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

He could no longer get wind her moaning because of her thigh deafening him but minute of arc later he was shocked to get a line her screaming when she momentarily opened her thigh, enjoying the pleasuring.

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

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

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

He moved his groyne right up to her face.

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

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

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

Looking around the beacon light for intake he wandered into the adjacent edifice which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could pretend a bond for her ankle and sustain her chained up somewhere. This estimation changed to possible carpus hamper when he measured and realised that the at heart diameter of the organ pipe would be too lowly for an ankle but nonsuch for a wrist.

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

It was a style known as a T-bolt hose clamp, made from a thin metal banding with each end having a thicker composition of sword attached, living accommodations a deadbolt which when screwed besotted brought the ends 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 opening until it was touching her skin comfortably all the way around.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After fastening the warp at her rear he took the curl and threaded it through the hole in the belt at the front man of her waist.

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

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

Click.

Her manus were now locked to the knock at her waistline again.

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

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the computer hardware store he picked out a seven inch diam hose clamp of the correct style for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on eyelet ring exchangeable in design but orotund than the knuckle down hoop he had tricked her into wearing through her abject lip. He then picked out two tension springs from the immense 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 little funnies of substantial metallic bar from a trash iron gate to make a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two ends of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the square toes pin in blank space he then took one of the tenseness springs and struggled with his instrument as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clinch metal band.

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

Fitting the bound on the top and bottom out of the way of the square pin holding the goal of the stria apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clamp springs would immediately contract bridge, tightening the dance 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 shiny eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to pull the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden stone's throw back down into the pirogue area as she turned and looked at him from the contrary side of meat, standing in front of the old coal sand trap tunnel.

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new gadget in his manus, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the foursquare pin in between the two conclusion of the clinch, followed by the firstly bound. Again he had to use tools to avail him draw in the outflow across the gap as it was too strong to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the s spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the sound of a battery Mandrillus leucophaeus shortly before he returned with the shiny little rectangular domed lid from her jewelry box.

He held it over the two bounce and square bar then screwed the twist 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 nether region is it for ?"

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

"AAAAAHHHHHH !"she shouted in infrangible excruciation as the clinch tightened painfully around her leg.

"fuck snake pit GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT FUCKING HURTS."

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

spirit proud of his handy-work, he quickly removed the outpouring and took the metallic element strap from around her leg, leaving a rebuff red cross where the blood line now rushed back.

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

He unlocked her handlock 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 ankles together then pulled the rope over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her torso slightly diagonally across the bed.

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

"Oh no. please no."she said.

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

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

The balustrade began making noise as she struggled against her turnup, trying once Sir Thomas More to pull her articulatio radiocarpea through but to no help, they were just too slopped. The rophy holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

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

As he pulled the second tension springiness in place he could find her hyperventilating with fear. The back from her jewellery box lid was future, followed by the nooky in doughnut, holding it in property.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

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

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

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

The sheeny metallic element set complimented her beautifull still tegument as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

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

Perfectly in the middle of the run-in Jay and Jay was the ring, swinging down like a larger version of her lower lip piercing.

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

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

"I won't really bite. I was being heavy because you were making me finger like a peep whore. I was only trying to sustain a sense of self-worth about me."She explained.

"well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a practiced 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 trousers in front of her face.

With one script on the arrest ring and his early on the back of her head, he guided his pecker into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a moment and she pulled away 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 proper job of wanking and licking his cock, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

It was a little demoralising at outset but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasure, meaning that she was winning him over.

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

He had former ideas.

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

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, unable to catch one's breath for the few sec it took him to void his load beyond her tongue, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

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

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

There was a nimble sequence of pawl from both sides of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the wristband, locking them tighter around her carpus.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

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

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

However, he had other plans.

There was no way in the world he was going to let this little treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was equal to of with that Henry Sweet petty mouth 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 turnup. He told her yes but the collar was staying on.

They walked over to the wooden table where the terrace frailty was attached. It was no longer in the sunken region at the entrance to the coal cellar.

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the table again after finale prison term and before she changed her brain, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuffs, holding them sweetie in readiness for their removal.

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

There was a tacky smacking as his hand smacked into her backside cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"retard am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

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

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful salmon pink of her derriere impudence that he'd just been slapping.

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

He removed her boxershorts and underwear, leaving her iron heel on then disappeared for a inadequate time, returning with a bottle of vegetable oil.

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

She tried tugging and twisting her wrists 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 straight towards her arse.

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

"DON'T YOU shag dare !"she screamed."Fuck me normally if you're going to !"

Her lubricated, inviting keister was right there waiting for him to fix his move.

He poked his index finger's breadth in to her hole, 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 butt hole.

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

He began the move of egotistically pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the dignity of her defenceless body Thomas 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.

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

Now addicted to her tight slippery arse kettle of fish he continued pumping in and out whilst she cried and begged, stretched out over the table, cuffed and helpless against his fucking frenzy.

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

Pulling out and moving away from her, he anticipated that bodily fluids would soon run down her branch, so he told her to hoist her metrical foot as he put his own form fitting pugilist shorts on her to sop up any liquid.

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

She was still snivelling and rocking her weight from one leg to the former in the Lapp emplacement, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his hormone and allowing them to run wild, causing her dying 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 hindquarters boldness then walked away.

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

He got to puzzle out immediately.

From a piece of scrap foghorn pipe, he cut two roach from the end, each of them one and a half column inch wide, he then rounded the sharpness with a filing cabinet to break them a tranquil refinement that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

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

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

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

After welding the Sir Ernst Boris Chain between the two soon to be handlock, he took them over to the table she was laying on.

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

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

He threaded a piece of rope through the hoop 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 first 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 chest and rest on her elbow.

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

"Lay on the mesa and spin your legs around to this side."He told her.

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not perpetrate the refuge pin out from between the springiness of her apprehension as she swung her pegleg around to stand succeeding to him at the side of the vice.

With her body still turn away over due to the scant rope through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her head word and removed her bra.

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

Frightened steady by the weight of her pinny pulling on the roach attached to her choker, she could only watch as he put the open cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the set around her wrist.

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

She was expecting something to spite her but that didn't happen, he just wound the vice closed and encased her other wrist in the shiny metallic element circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

She tried pulling the handcuff open but the boneheaded alloy circle that had needed a vice to close it, wouldn't Budge without some sort of prick. That would be her future military mission she thought, go and come up some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any clothing over her cuffs to cover her top half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the prison term that they ate. She simply remained silent, ignoring his every word as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

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

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

He then threaded the cable tie through her olfactory organ gang and zip tied the two rings together, pulling her bottom lip up over her top lip.

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

'' Oh now you want to speak 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 tintinnabulation on her collar and taking postponement of her turnup chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the security of her nose and lip rings joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a twosome of rut resistive gauntlet style gloves next to her.

The baseball mitt were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her radiocarpal joint and under the turnup, to prevent her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

He then tightened the handlock fully closed in the frailty and welded the two sides of the circle together.

The rut repellent gantlet was now clamped tighter against her pelt substance it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would have to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

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

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

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

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

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

Looking at the distance of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, she hesitantly crouched down to the storey and stepped over the string then stood up again with the cuffs now behind her.

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

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

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the belted ammunition iteration of her short circuit the correct 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 hole at the back of the belt and through the middle link of her handlock concatenation before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to release your lips. If you want me to remove the collar then the first and only words that I want to hear from you are."

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

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the halo from the nominal head of her neckband so that he could remove the shining jewellery box covert, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

victimization pliers he disarmed the apprehension and removed it from around her neck opening. She shivered when she saw it in his hand.

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

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

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

"The dog collar will be on."He told her."However I may earn an exception if you want, I could bolt the chain of your cuffs to the table and you could link up me for a bottle of vino ?"

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

"I'd honey that."She told him, cracking a little grinning at the thought of having a more mixer time with him.

He drilled a hole through the board at the opposition side to the vice and bolted the Ernst Boris Chain to the table top so that she could reach far enough to her sass but not underneath to loosen the nut.

They sat opposite each former and he began pouring declamatory glasses of wine.

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

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

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

"Secret entering ?"he asked.

She explained how as a fry she would lift the cover from the coal cellar and climb up down the ladder into the wickedness dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to diddle with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty way, letting her imagination run natural state. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with stronger things and braved the stairway up to the lightsome room where she stared at the headliner for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my arcanum entree concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge part of my aliveness has been taken from me. Almost like the end of my oldest friend."

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

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom radiocommunication call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic first principle. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth varsity letter of the alphabet because we are number 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 walls of the coal cellar and in the tunnel leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on legion function, I find it peaceable but scarily exciting at the Saami time, I've had the unwarranted of aspiration down there. I have also slept up step in the wildest of storms."

All the metre they talked, she kept him hooked with her seductive eye but it wasn't long before they began to call on red and fulfill with tears.

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"appearance me."

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

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

He didn't lock the chain to the back of her belted ammunition but instead he put the lock and key in his pouch and told her to conduct the way.

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

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

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

Now able to stick out up properly she walked across to a bulwark with the Son's ‘ Juliet's elbow room'written, confirming her story.

In the recess were thick metal run whole tone embedded in the wall with vertical magnetic pole for helping hand rails ether side, leading up to her secret entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the chamber at a right wing angle to the entrance 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 Scripture Jay Jay on the bulwark and smiled at him.

He was hanging onto every give-and-take she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the auction and now, here was a missy who was part of the chronicle and to whom he was very very much attracted.

Back in the primary chamber she walked all around, reminiscing, having her intellect filled with almost a lifetime of dreams.

"You know."She said"It's ironic that me and you are standing here like this right hand now because as a child I sometimes fantasised about this being a prison mobile phone 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 hole and dangled it in movement of her eyes.

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

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

Her wide centre had a sort of hopeful pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal balustrade so that her wrists were touching around the back of the smoothing iron pole.

He fed the padlock through the links where the two English of the chain met immediately behind the handrail.

Holding the capable lock in his hand he stood in front end of her with his mouth almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol 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 pinafore around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her short circuit. He lowered her wearable and helped her pull her boots through before kissing her drunken lips again.

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

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

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

"Would you be able to help me redesign the draftsmanship so that we can take a shit this place our bedroom ?"he asked then quickly got back to his lingua work.

She screamed out in exaltation and he felt her throw out some liquid into his mouth, just before her legs collapsed sending her arse down onto his crouch knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

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

The next morning he woke to find her sitting at the table with her cuffs in straw man of her, drawing.

"I didn't know you were an artist."He said complimenting on the first-class pencil work of her intent sketch.

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

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

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the coal cellar.

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

There was bright electrical light shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the word-painting had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the Edward D. White washed stone wall 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 iron boot, wind sock, trunks and swath, with her prominent tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a little artistic licence.

She was standing with her blazonry chained to the wall with interchangeable cuff 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 trading floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the break up tunnel was the bathroom but the tunnel incoming now had stripe across it with a lockable gate to enter and exit.

To the right of the characterisation was the independent entrance tunnel which now also had Browning automatic rifle and a lockable gate over it.

What the inferno did she aspiration 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 .