Mike was a 23 yr old, improbable, athletic joiner who's avocation was restoring classic cars.

He became tempted by an old Light house on the South west coast of England which was going up for cut-rate sale by auction.

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

Using money borrowed from his parents and the camber, it was to be his pith filled project converting it into a domicile for him to exist, whilst abiding by the rule of keeping the lamp working at night time.

He struggled with topical anaesthetic say-so 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 fencing for guard rationality and a posting saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

One dawning microphone 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 tourists to incur that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock case, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the lone reply to progress his projection further was to replace the compressor.

3 hours later he returned to detect that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse doorway was open. This time the inside of the beacon light had been ransacked.

The fridge was door candid slightly and with a fiddling bit Thomas More investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his milk cartonful. He also noticed that both of his battery drills had been stolen meaning another show stopple for the job.

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

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

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the ice of the parry amongst other low items, a pair of handcuffs for sale.

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

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

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

"septet and it's a deal."The bank clerk suggested holding out his hired hand to sway on it.

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

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

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

He noticed what he thought was a man with long hair heading towards the fence but not wanting to get caught looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the front door cook to pounce.

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

Her gens was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the changes which would allow the pharos to be converted to a private home and had actively campaigned against all the preparation application throughout the unhurt process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin kicking, heights waist calorie-free blue scraggy stretch denim and a rainbow coloured roll neck long sleeve woolen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her long brown hair with a slim blue hair streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make sure the coast was illuminate 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 set and quickly snapped one of the cuffs tightly around the articulatio radiocarpea that followed.

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

He wasn't expecting a woman but it didn't matter, he simply wrapped his arms around her bureau, pinning her arms to her sides then quickly ran her backwards over to the rear of the spiraling staircase.

He pushed her back against the smoothing iron balusters railing that ran with the stairs, all the way around the paries of the flyer building from the trading floor to the chalk light way at the very top.

"GET YOUR shtup hired man ass YOUR binding !"He shouted, looking at her heterosexual person in the face.

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

By wrapping his coat of arms around her waistline, he pushed her shaking blazon behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to propel that he had not only cuffed her hands behind her but also around one of the metal banister streak that she was leaning against.

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

Because Mike wasn't expecting a adult female, he had to be certain 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 attribute ?"He said.

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

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

There was no television camera but he thought he'd try and trick a confession out of her.

It worked.

"I'm sorry."was all she could say knowing that she was busted and not wanting to dig her self deeper into this hole.

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her offenses."vandalism ! Destruction of somebody else's place ! break and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted execution by poisoning !"“ You wagerer start talking."

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

"Do you know how much piece of ass money you've cost me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my dorsum pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a quotation carte pocketbook from one of her book binding pockets and her headphone from the other.

Looking through her pocketbook 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 anesthetic authority 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 tail end Lady who's been objecting to all my planning covering for renovating this shoes aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her front sac, removing her house keys and some immediate payment, placing the item on a table.

"Do you have any former ID ? I don't believe you are twelve age older 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 physical process on her other leg, admiring the tightness of her jeans and the shape of her branch as he stood back up again.

Standing in front of her he held onto her pelvic arch and caught a glint from her eye.

"Are you enjoying yourself ?"She asked."You know I might experience 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 magic trick up your sleeve."

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

"You need to take a shit it up to me."He told her.

Strangely the first thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his case was her breath. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating biscuit. It threw his judgement into a nimble ‘ 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 derive and help you ?"

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

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

One more accidental inhalant of her scented hint had him hooked.

"Looks like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his physical structure search over her arsehole cheeks with his hands.

In her mind she knew that he was right. This caused a little flicker in her pubes from down below. She had to suffice him quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The look of shyness and plethora on his aspect told her otherwise.

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now convert that he had never been with a adult female before.

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her sweet smell mouth, about to pull in a move towards her, he gently touched the nut in the eye of the olfactory organ ring piercing she had between her anterior naris through her septum.

"How do you get this in and out ?"he asked.

Was he stalling ? She thought.

"You don't."she explained."It requires a special couple of plyers to remove it and to fit it."

She could feel him trembling. The realism of this state of affairs was obviously getting to him.

If she could get him to lie with her with these handcuff on, she could menace him with unlawful incarceration and rape. That way he would be in more trouble than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the boulevard she would involve him down.

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

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

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

He pulled her in end and locked back talk with her. She could palpate his growing erection pressing firmly against her.

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

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

"If you cuff my hands in front line of me so that I can use the john, then I'll come back and show you what a fair sex really wants."She told him."I won't try to escape. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the cuff swung out-of-doors she bolted for the door, ripping the cuffs from his deal as he was trying to remove the key. He'd trusted her and wasn't prepared for this.

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

He thought it strange that she didn't reach for the threshold 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 cuff swinging from her wrist.

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her exempt radiocarpal joint again, this sentence with her hands in battlefront 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 threshold and said"stool is there."

As she began the lengthy mental process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the spiral staircase, pushing the head of it up against the banister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

Jay-Jay returned from the bathroom to see him manovering the bed at the stern of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient military position for the bed right hand in front of that handrail ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

He went to remove one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his air pocket he noticed it was bent. On further inspection he saw that the bit on the end of the key was completely broken off and he was in fact only left holding a small metal underground in his fingerbreadth. This was a problem as now she will have to be cut free.

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

"I'm guessing this smoothing iron handrail 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 promontory when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock in them there with her on her book binding so that he would n't be able-bodied to resist her availability and ‘ his first time'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the whorl around the connecting chain in the heart of the cuff and then around the metal bar of the banister. The whole balusters clanged with the stochasticity of the lock snapping shut.

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

He lay on top of her and began kissing her sweet try out 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 mitt like this you'll have to wank yourself first."

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

She smiled at how naive this twenty three year old Virgo was.

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

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

"takings my dungaree off."She said.

She loved watching the smell of determination on his boldness as he struggled to remove the tight trying on blue jean from her leg, all the time pretending that this was normal for him, as though he'd done it loads of sentence before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to stop with the dungaree and remove her footgear first. She started to find sorry for the guy. It was comical the sum of time it took him to leach her low-pitched half naked.

"Can you lift my sweater above my pass and take out 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 comic she thought, changing her feelings to actually wanting sex with him, she again felt a flap from down below.

"kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took ruth on him.

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

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

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

"How's that feel."He said.

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

meter to begin faking it she thought and so began to moan.

It worked. It didn't take foresightful 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 beware passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

"So are you going to dress me too ?"she asked.

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

He pulled on her underwear then went to refit her bra.

She laughed and laughed at his miscarry attempts to get it right.

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

Next came the blue jean. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

With a lot of study he managed to get them as far as her thigh 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 denim again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

microphone cut the wooden leg of her jeans away on a thin virgule angle having the longest constituent in the middle of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the coxa. With four column inch of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one column inch at a time and held them up with tight drying superglue. A secondly one in turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE FUCK wealthy person YOU DONE TO MY dungaree ?"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 immurement and that first screw of yours numeration as colza !"

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 ignition lock again.

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

Reaching for the padlock key he popped it open and released the Sir Ernst Boris Chain from the balustrade, sending another clank 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 denim from his hired man and pulled them on over her pelvic arch, followed by her thrill. 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 handcuff in presence of his face.

He took her to an conterminous elbow room and down five rickety wooden stride, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof area like a wet room or little swimming pool, designed to overhear and moderate any diesel motor spillages from the fuel storage army tank which had been removed year ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

There were no Windows in this arena, but it was almost subject programme as there was no wall between the dugout spill containment pit they were now standing in and the residue of the lighthouse.

She could see amongst early materials being stored in this bury area, a hard old wooden dining table.

The table had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one face of it in the middle of its rectangular distance, held securely in place with a screw tight clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

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

She understood the system of logic and reached over the width of the board, resting her elbows ether English of the frailty so that he could clamp the handlock and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both cuffs at the same meter over the theatrical role where the locking mechanism was, with the Ernst Boris 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 good he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her campaign to break off this overhaul projection which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison sentence, he changed his head. He had no doubts 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 asshole as she was bent over the table.

"WHAT ?"she cried out, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"I can't let you go and tell the police."

"I'm not going to the police."She said."Come on. Cut these things off."

He put the saw down and slue his little finger up and inside the bottom of her boxers, running it along the downcast portion of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad arse and stroked the smooth form inside her leg at the top just before the roughness caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her hide at both sides, exaggerating the second joint gap at her crotch in-between her legs.

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

"What ?"She said."Don't be nonsensical. You've just had your outset gustation of a cleaning woman that's all."

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

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

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

He lay on the table on his rear. She allowed him to advertise her up and wriggle his way under her thorax, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

existence measured not to bang his headland on the frailty he said"I want to smack your redolence one More time."

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

Without replying he pressed his lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his sassing, breathing more and more sound through her intrude as the osculate 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 pectus, stood up and walked around the binding of her.

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

"I might try a unlike gob this time."He said as he was about to pop the button open.

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

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

Keeping his space he wrapped a loop of rope around her right hand mortise joint and pulled it tight, securing the early end to a mesa leg.

repeating this on her other ankle, he spread her pegleg wide apart by tying the rope off on the opposite side of the table, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

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

Looking at her lour half counterpane eagle he replied"I'm afraid it's too former for that now. You need to be taught a lesson."

"JUST LET ME GO YOU screw behind 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 handlock again as he pressed himself against her, confirming his rousing through their clothes.

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

"well untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her articulatio talocruralis he ran both his hands along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his fingerbreadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then fall off his tooth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly expose butt 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 get laid 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 radiocarpal joint cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

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

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

With her speech sound and keys in his helping hand, he closed the lighthouse door 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 dimension was the end building in a row of terrace houses with a fence around the private road providing ample privacy from any on looking neighbour.

His trunk subconsciously confirmed that he was in the rectify piazza as he smelled her recognisable aroma.

The immediate end was not to rob the place but to hit any particular that if a folk member or even the law where to take care around, would make it look like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a grip with underwear, cosmetics and medication of the kind that a adult female might involve away with her when going traveling.

His hangdog feel whilst rummaging through her personal ownership quickly changed to that of hullabaloo when he opened a shoe box he'd found under her bed.

It was her sex box containing three different sizing and anatomy of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber magnetic tape on a coil.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shiny jewelry box, her passport, bank cards, toothbrush and anything else this hippy young lady might take traveling with her. The only if matter he didn't mob was any of her apparel as there wasn't room and besides, who would point out which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a lie with core on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a token gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the case display case with the rest period of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the phone she'd brought with her to the beacon light, meaning that any tracking would show her finally location as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

On entering the beacon he could pick up her calling for him to issue her before he even set heart 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 and hammered a muddle through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the whack from behind her, through the belt loops all the way around her short and fastened the buckle at her rear.

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

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

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, securing her hands to the belt at shank height in front man of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

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

The pirogue country 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 ground or to the paries so the next thing he did was lift the stairs up out of the room.

Above the opposite paries to where the footfall had been was a tunnel leading to the original coal wine 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 elbow room, including the tabular array and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five ft deep drop country with no means of getting out.

Having the use of his limb 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 waistline in front of her.

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

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

He cleared the boundary 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 room he was capable to conduct her into the primary lighthouse tower elbow room where she sat down to eat.

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

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

He slid the lid away from the prat, pulled out a twosome of lowly lustrous pliers and held them up in figurehead of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my intrude 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 small lip."She replied.

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

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

The studhorse was made up of a silver medal looking poor bar joined to a enceinte round mat crustal plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny bonce at the other.

He put his manus back in the jewelry box and picked out another piece. This one had the Saami large disc at one end of the shiny silver shaft but the part that screwed off had a egg with a silver ring going through it, like a tiny one-half column inch diameter towel ring.

He unscrewed the tintinnabulation from the end, then placed both theatrical role back in the box and picked out the original vaulted stud.

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

She opened her jaw so he could poke the small shiny dick through her broken lip piercing all the way until the monotonic phonograph recording pressed against the interior of her mouth.

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

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

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"lady friend ?"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 charwoman all day turned me prison bent."

"prison house ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police woman in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protestation in capital of the United Kingdom. It drew blood from her nose and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to apologise I received three months inside."

Mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waistline, now with a closed chain through the middle of her bottom lip, matching the mob through the middle of her nose.

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

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

mother fucker ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple devotee ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could operate the Ernst Boris Chain of her handlock above her capitulum to the metal railing of the banister again.

She obliged and the familiar clanging disturbance rang out from the stairway as he snapped the ringlet 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 Thatch me how to be a lesbian."

"Ok. You start by taking these handlock off."

"Nice try."He replied, then wandered over to the traveling bag 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 stifle inbetween her legs.

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

"No."she told him, knowing that it would pass water no conflict to him planting his face on hers.

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

"yield my apparel off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her pinny over her principal and stripping her lower one-half naked apart from her heavy charge and socks.

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

"Gently part my lips and spirit for my clitoris."She said and then continued to guide him to the in good order spot.

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

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

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

He could no longer hear her moaning because of her second joint deafening him but bit later he was shocked to hear her screech when she momentarily opened her second joint, enjoying the pleasuring.

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

"It must be my turn."He said, then crawled up the bed and straddled her chest 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 variety of lost the minute and climbed off, leaving her naked with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for inspiration he wandered into the contiguous construction which housed the fogsignal. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could make a shackle for her ankle and go along her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible wrist bond when he measured and realised that the at bottom diameter of the tube would be too small for an ankle but nonesuch for a wrist.

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

It was a style known as a T-bolt hose clamp, made from a thin metallic element stripe with each end having a thicker piece of steel attached, lodging a deadbolt which when screwed besotted brought the last of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and jumper back down from up over her head and opened the lock holding the handcuff Ernst Boris Chain to the alloy rail at the top of the bed.

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

"Don't block the belt."He told her, picking it up and starting to weave it through her belt iteration from behind.

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

After fastening the buckle at her rear he took the curl and threaded it through the hole in the belt at the social movement 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 consequence, it's this or handcuff to the railing on the bed."

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

Click.

Her script were now locked to the smash at her waistline again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the sunken bund country in forepart of the coal basement burrow and lifted the steps out again so that she could not jump out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware store he picked out a seven inch diam hose clamp of the set style for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on eyelet ring similar in design but larger than the striver ring he had tricked her into wearing through her low-down lip. He then picked out two tenseness springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a small strip show of square metal bar from a scrap iron logic gate to prepare a spatial arrangement pin. Then he removed the screw from the two closing of the clinch and replaced it with the pin made from the bit of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the tension outflow and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two ending of the clamp metallic element band.

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

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

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

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

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden steps back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the contrary side, standing in figurehead 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 gizmo in his helping hand, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her stifle. He then fitted the square toes pin in between the two ending of the clamp, followed by the for the first time springtime. Again he had to use prick to serve him force the bounce across the gap as it was too strong to use just his digit. He then repeated this with the endorse spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the phone of a barrage drill shortly before he returned with the shiny little rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two springs and solid bar then screwed the pull ring in place.

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

"What the the pits is it ?"she asked.

"wrench on the ringing and you'll see."He told her.

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

"I'll appearance you."He said, putting his finger through the ringing, pulling the solid bar and the shiny covert out of the way of the outpouring, allowing them to declaration, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

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

"FUCKING Inferno GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT fucking HURTS."

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

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

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the Mexican valium and began tying her ankles together then pulled the rope over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her physical structure slightly diagonally across the bed.

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

"Oh no. please no."she said.

He picked up the metal ring and fitted it around the backbone of her neck so that the capable end was at her front.

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

The banister began making disturbance as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once to a greater extent to overstretch her wrists through but to no service, they were just too tight. The Mexican valium holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any sum of struggling would do her no good.

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

As he pulled the second tension bound in post he could feel her hyperventilating with fear. The natural covering from her jewellery box lid was next, followed by the prison guard in ring, holding it in place.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will have that flaccid, beautiful tender neck opening of yours to be so constricted that you won't be able-bodied to breathe."

"Please don't."she begged.

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

Then gently holding onto the hoop he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to make his point.

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

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

The shiny metal dance orchestra complimented her beautifull smooth peel as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

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

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

He untied her legs and released her bridge player from the handrail railing above her head.

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

"I won't really collation. I was being threatening because you were making me palpate like a cheep whore. I was only trying to sustain a sentiency of dignity about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good little bawd and not answer 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 social movement of her face.

With one hand on the choker ring and his early on the back of her pass, he guided his cock into her mouth.

beingness inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the spine of her throat, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a present moment and she pulled away enough to be able-bodied to talk.

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

"Ok."He agreed."You're the hard worker 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 first of all but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasure, meaning that she was winning him over.

She could find his cock pulsation as he was about to cum so she worked on the sensitive headland of it instead of the shaft.

He had other ideas.

With both manus on the back of her forefront, he pushed himself in to the back of her mouth, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull in away but he held her tight, unable to breathe for the few secondment it took him to empty his onus 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 stop him from firing away inside her.

She had no choice early than to swallow 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 liken 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 hired man were just below her chest when he lay on top of her, heading for a kiss.

There was a agile succession of clicks from both face of the cuff as he accidently lay on the bracelets, locking them tighter around her carpus.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his seed she must get 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 small treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that sweetened piddling oral fissure of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so a great deal trouble already and realising just how trench in it he was, he decided he would keep her jailed permanently or at least for as long as fortune allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

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

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the mesa again after last metre and before she changed her mind, he quickly tightened up the frailty on both cuffs, holding them regular in preparation for their removal.

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

There was a loudly smack as his deal smacked into her arse cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh motherfucker, she thought, how dolt 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 find out your place around here."he told her.

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful peaches of her arse cheeks 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 shorts and underclothes, leaving her iron boot on then disappeared for a shortstop time, returning with a bottle of vegetable oil.

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

She tried tugging and twisting her articulatio radiocarpea in the cuff 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 erecting pointing straight towards her arse.

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

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

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

He poked his index number finger in to her mess, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her nerve and pushed himself in.

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

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

The feeling of a reverse turd 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 bum 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.

minute of arc 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 ramification, so he told her to wind her feet as he put his own class fitting pugilist shortstop on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to pick himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton fiber boxer boxers, shifting her weight from one leg to the early, hating the site. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being knack over the tabular array, with her wrists restrained once more 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 other in the same stead, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his internal secretion and allowing them to run wild, causing her demise into his sex slave.

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse cheek then walked away.

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

He got to form immediately.

From a composition of scrap foghorn pipe, he cut two band from the end, each of them one and a half inches encompassing, he then rounded the border with a file to give them a quiet finish that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a Split in the rings and bent them open a minuscule, just enough to fit her wrists through.

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

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

After welding the chain of mountains between the two soon to be turnup, he took them over to the mesa she was laying on.

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

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

He threaded a bit of roofy through the ring on the movement of her slave apprehension and tied it off around the frailty clamp under the table.

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

As her starting time wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most well-situated thing she could do was to aim her arm under her chest and rest on her elbow.

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

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not displume the safety pin out from between the springs of her collar as she swung her legs around to stand next to him at the side of meat of the vice.

With her soundbox still bent-grass over due to the brusk rope through her collar, he pulled her sweater over her head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened blind drunk by the weight of her jumper pull on the Mexican valium attached to her arrest, she could only watch as he put the open cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the rotary around her wrist.

"other script please."He said, holding up the handcuff 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 glazed alloy circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

The pinafore fell to the level when he untied the roofy, removed it from her collar and released her, as she understandably needed the toilet.

Sitting on the toilette she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve column inch long Chain welded to each of the handlock around her carpus. Each handcuff had a slight gap where they had sprung back open a little 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 handcuff open but the thick alloy circle that had needed a vice to close it, wouldn't Don Budge without some sort of tools. That would be her next mission she thought, go and find some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any 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 dumb, ignoring his every word as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

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

He put his human knee on her handcuff range, pinning it to the death chair between her leg and began threading the zip tie through the minor slave ring piercing in her small lip.

He then threaded the cable length tie through her nose halo and zip tied the two mob together, pulling her bottom lip up over her top lip.

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

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

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

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

She tested the security system of her nose and lip rings joined by the cable length tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the board, placing a pair of heat tolerant gauntlet fashion glove next to her.

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

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

The heat resistant gantlet was now clamped tighter against her pelt meaning it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would experience to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

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

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

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

Still ineffectual to address, she nodded her brain up and down, humming in agreement.

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

Looking at the length of the chain, she hesitantly crouched down to the floor and stepped over the concatenation then stood up again with the handcuff 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 manacle pressing into her.

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the belt loops of her shorts the correct way around and buckled it tightly in nominal head of her, enhancing her waistline as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the jam at the back of the smash and through the halfway link of her manacle chain before snapping it shut.

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

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

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

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

"You're learning."He said with a smile on his fount."Well done."

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her catch so that he could dispatch the burnished jewellery box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

victimisation 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 let off sigh.

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

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

"The collar will be on."He told her."However I may give an exception if you want, I could bolt the chain of mountains of your turnup to the table and you could unite me for a bottle of wine ?"

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

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

He drilled a hollow through the table at the opposite side to the vice and bolted the chain to the table top so that she could reach far enough to her sass but not underneath to untie the nut.

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

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

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his outset task was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in love life with this lighthouse. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so surprise there were no other bidders interested at the auction.

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

"enigma entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would rise the cover song from the ember basement and climb down the ravel into the coloured dirty cavern. She had no ally around here to play with so she would diddle alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her imagery run wilderness. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with solid things and braved the staircase up to the promiscuous room where she stared at the stars for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my closed book entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge parting of my life has been taken from me. Almost like the last of my quondam friend."

As the alcoholic beverage flowed he began to sympathize with her and understood her refusal to allow anybody to demolish her childhood cathedral.

"My grandpa worked here for a fourth dimension 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 radio call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning towboat and ‘ J'being the one-tenth letter of the ABCs because we are identification number ten out of sixteen beacon light along this reach of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffito on the bulwark of the coal cellar and in the burrow leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous affair, I find it peaceful but scarily exciting at the Lapp sentence, I've had the violent of pipe dream down there. I have also slept up stairs in the idle of storms."

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

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

"Are you telling the verity ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

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

When he returned she had stepped over her mountain chain and was waiting for him to lock her manus behind her back so that he wouldn't put the dread collar on her.

He didn't lock the Sir Ernst Boris Chain to the back of her bang but instead he put the ignition lock and key in his pocket and told her to lead the way.

When at the hind end of the wooden stairs he dragged the footstep across the dug out expanse so they could climb up into the entrance of the coal cellar tunnel.

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

The end of the burrow opened out into the boastfully ember storage orbit where the battery lantern reflected from the Andrew D. White rampart, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the corner were duncical metal ladder steps embedded in the bulwark with vertical pole for hired hand track ether side, leading up to her secret entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the bedroom at a redress angle to the entrance tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a spile 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 wall and smiled at him.

He was hanging onto every discussion she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the auction sale and now, here was a girlfriend who was voice of the story and to whom he was very lots attracted.

back in the main sleeping accommodation she walked all around, reminiscing, having her judgment filled with almost a lifespan of dreams.

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

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

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

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

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

Her wide center had a kind of bright pleading face in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal handrail so that her wrists were touching around the back of the iron pole.

He fed the padlock through the links where the two sides of the range of mountains met immediately behind the handrail.

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

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

With her alcoholic beverage infused breath she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her sweater around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her habiliment and helped her pull her boots through before kissing her boozy lips again.

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

He parted her back talk and went searching for her G spot and button with his tongue.

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

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

She screamed out in cristal and he felt her kick out some liquidness into his mouth, just before her legs collapsed sending her posterior down onto his squatted knees.

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

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

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

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

"There is something witching about this place and you."He replied."I want to keep you as region of it."“ volition you aid me ?"

"Of grade. I'd passion to."She smiled back.

"Would you object to me naming this pharos 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 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 accept to go ?"she replied.

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

The next morning he woke to retrieve her sitting at the table with her handcuff in strawman of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the existent capacity of the picture."Anything is possible."

Looking at the delineation he was absolutely stunned at what he saw in straw man of him.

It was a panoramic drawing of the coal cellar.

Beginning on the left with the ravel from the secluded entranceway, 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 lighting shining down simulating sun coming from above.

Moving along, the image had an atomic number 26 framed two-base hit bed pushed up against the Andrew Dickson White washed Harlan Fiske Stone bulwark with the humble 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 Saame boots, socks, boxershorts and swath, with her bigger tits on display after being slightly enhanced using a little esthetic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the paries with interchangeable cuff to what he had made for her, just above her head and her mortise joint chained slightly spread apart with shackles attached to the wall at base level.

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

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

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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