microphone was a 23 year old, magniloquent, athletic joiner who's hobby was restoring classic cars.

He became tempted by an old spark sign on the Dixie west slide of England which was going up for sales agreement by auction.

Being the only person at the vendue who was willing to commit to the obligation of renovating and maintaining the historic structure meant that he won the bid straight away without competition.

exploitation money borrowed from his parents and the banking concern, it was to be his ticker filled labor converting it into a plate for him to live on, whilst abiding by the rule of keeping the lamp working at night time.

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

In ahead of time June, two weeks into the project, the access route had been cordoned off with temp metal fencing material for safety ground and a notification saying ‘ Footway closed until recently Sept ’.

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

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only when answer to march on his projection further was to supersede the compressor.

Three hour later he returned to encounter that the fence had been disturbed and the beacon doorway was open. This time the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

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

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

In a secondly manus computer memory he found a suitable drill at a bargain price, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to take the air out he noticed under the shabu of the counter amongst other small items, a twain of manacle for sale.

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

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

He'd have paid the good price but just wanted to barter a quite a little for the fun of it. The manacle would be worth much More if they helped him apprehend the perpetrator who was vandalising his building site.

He began shouting salaciousness when he returned to get hold the vandals had visited again and this fourth dimension some of his building supplies had been thrown all over the rocks on the shore line.

Early the side by side morning he drove his van away from the lightsome house and walked back so that he could lay in wait to captivate the culprit.

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

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the modification which would earmark the lighthouse to be converted to a private home and had actively campaigned against all the preparation applications throughout the altogether process.

She was wearing melanize Dr Martin boot, high waistline twinkle bluish near stretching jeans and a rainbow coloured bowl neck long sleeve wool pullover. She had a garden pink ribbon in her long brown hair with a cut blue hair stripe, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few proceedings to progress to for sure the coast was unclouded 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 wholly body froze as she looked down at her hired man and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a cleaning lady but it didn't affair, he simply wrapped his arms around her thorax, pinning her arms to her sides then quickly ran her backwards over to the posterior of the spiral staircase.

He pushed her back against the smoothing iron banister rail that ran with the stair, all the way around the paries of the rotary construction from the floor to the glass light room at the very top.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS BEHIND YOUR spine !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

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

By wrapping his implements of war around her waist, he pushed her shaking arms behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only manacle her work force behind her but also around one of the metal balusters bar that she was leaning against.

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

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

"Who the fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

"I came across two battery practice on the rock music 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 accuracy ?"“ There's a television camera over there. I've seen everything."

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

It worked.

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

"theft !"He began, listing all of her offenses."vandalism ! wipeout of individual else's dimension ! break and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You estimable start talking."

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

"Do you experience how much fucking money you've monetary value me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my back pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a citation carte du jour wallet from one of her gage air hole and her telephone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your epithet before."he said,"You're that painful sensation in the keister lady who's been objecting to all my planning application program for renovating this billet aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her front scoop, removing her house cay and some hard currency, placing the items on a table.

"Do you have any other ID ? I don't believe you are twelve years 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 process on her other leg, admiring the density of her jeans and the shape of her legs as he stood back up again.

Standing in front of her he held onto her hips and caught a flicker from her eye.

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

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

"What is it that you want me to do ?"she asked, looking at him with big puppy centre in the hope that she could gain his attraction to work 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 face was her breath. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating cooky. It threw his judgement into a speedy ‘ 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 make out 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 sweet breath had him hooked.

"Looks like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his soundbox search over her nates cheek with his hands.

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

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

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

He moved his hands up from her tush to around her waistline and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a smell for gun then shall we ?"he said, knowing full-of-the-moon 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 fingerbreadth inside her bra cupful to feel her tits.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her sweet smelling backtalk, about to produce a move towards her, he gently touched the clod in the middle of the pry ring piercing she had between her anterior naris through her septum.

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

Was he stalling ? She thought.

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

She could sense him trembling. The world of this spot was obviously getting to him.

If she could get him to do it her with these handcuff on, she could jeopardize him with unlawful immurement and Brassica napus. That way he would be in more trouble than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would take him down.

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

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

She planted her back talk on his back talk and pushed her tongue inside him.

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

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

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

"If you cuff my hand in strawman of me so that I can use the toilet, then I'll come back and show you what a womanhood 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 blanket middle, kissed her again and pulled out the single key from his pocket.

As soon as the handlock swung candid she bolted for the threshold, ripping the manacle from his hands 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 door handle but instead she put her back against the wall behind the threshold, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

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

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pouch and cuffed her free radiocarpal joint again, this time with her hired man 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 operation of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the spiral staircase, pushing the read/write head of it up against the bannister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

Jay-Jay returned from the bath to see him manovering the bed at the hindquarters of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient placement for the bed right in front of that bannister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

He went to hit one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was bent. On advance 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 tube in his digit. This was a trouble as now she will have to be cut free.

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

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

She raised her arms above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to put away them there with her on her back 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 lock around the connecting chain in the center of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the banister. The solid banister clanged with the randomness of the lock snapping shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"issue my denim off."She said.

She loved watching the flavour of determination on his cheek as he struggled to remove the tight adjustment blue jean from her legs, all the time pretending that this was formula for him, as though he'd done it heap of prison term before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to stop with the dungaree and slay her footgear for the first time. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the quantity of fourth dimension it took him to disinvest her low-spirited half naked.

"Can you lift my jumper above my head and move 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 comedian she thought, changing her tactile sensation to actually wanting sex with him, she again felt a flutter from down below.

"candy kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

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

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

She anticipated and accepted the infliction as he pushed himself all the way in with his initiatory 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 set about faking it she thought and so began to moan.

It worked. It didn't take long before she felt him coming inside her. She quickly shouted out, faking her pleasure.

It worked.

He rolled off and lay on the bed next to her.

"What's it feel like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you mind passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

"I'm not risking you running again. The cuffs are staying on, I'll wipe 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 failed endeavour to get it right.

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

Next came the jeans. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

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

microphone cut the legs of her blue jean away on a flimsy diagonal slant having the longest part in the center of the blue jean and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the pelvis. With four inches of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with fast drying superglue. A secondment one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in pocket-size spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE fucking HAVE YOU DONE TO MY JEANS ?"she shouted."Do you bed how a good deal 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 incarceration and that low gear shtup of yours counts as RAPE !"

microphone stood there in shock whilst what she just said go down in.

"Undo these cuffs !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

Jay-Jay also struggled with the cuff 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 jean from his mitt and pulled them on over her hip, followed by her flush. He was right they went on much loose 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 side by side way and down five rickety wooden stride, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof field like a wet elbow room or small swimming pocket billiards, designed to see and contain any Diesel spill from the fuel storehouse tank which had been removed class ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

There were no windows in this area, but it was almost surface program as there was no wall between the bunker spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the residue of the lighthouse.

She could see amongst early fabric being stored in this sunken domain, a heavy old wooden dining table.

The board had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one side of meat of it in the middle of its rectangular length, held securely in post with a fuck blind drunk clamp, tightened from underneath the duncish wooden top.

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

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

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

He tightened the frailty clutches on both handcuff at the same time over the role where the locking mechanism was, with the chain of mountains down in to the frailty and the hinge of both handlock pointing up.

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

Right now I'm dependable he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her campaign to terminate this redevelopment labor which is exactly what she's wants.

He walked around the binding 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 conviction, he changed his mind. He had no question that she would go straight to the police if he allowed her to.

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

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slid his piffling finger's breadth up and inside the bottom of her shorts, running it along the lowest part of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad hind end and stroked the suave human body inside her leg at the top just before the indentation caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both sides, exaggerating the second joint gap at her genitals mediate her legs.

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

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

"That maybe true but seeing you like this is making me want to lie with you again."He told her.

"If you cut these turnup off I'll nooky you again."

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

Without replying he pressed his mouth against hers and she gave in. She pushed her lingua all the way in to his sassing, breathing more and more heavy through her nuzzle as the kiss continued. She could feel his hard-on poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

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

"I might try a unlike hole this time."He said as he was about to pop the clit 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 distance he wrapped a loop of rope around her right ankle and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a mesa leg.

repeating this on her other ankle, he spread her ramification full apart by tying the roach off on the opposite incline of the table, forcing her organic structure down until her stomach was resting on the wooden tabular array top.

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

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

"JUST LET ME GO YOU fuck butt HOLE !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

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

She twisted her wrists in the cuff again as he pressed himself against her, confirming his rousing through their clothes.

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

"fountainhead untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her ankle he ran both his hands along the flaccid skin of her leg, all the way up to her genitalia where he rubbed his fingers on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then pass his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed hindquarters 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 stair leaving her there with her legs fan out wide apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her house key he convinced himself that he had to go check her place out.

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

With her phone and Francis Scott Key in his hand, he closed the pharos door behind him making sure it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her house a visit.

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

The dimension was the end edifice in a row of patio houses with a fence around the driveway providing ample privacy from any on looking neighbours.

His consistency subconsciously confirmed that he was in the right spot as he smelled her recognisable aroma.

The immediate finish was not to rob the lieu but to remove any detail that if a family member or even the police where to count around, would work it take care like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a patch of her own accord.

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

He packed a grip with underclothing, cosmetics and medicine of the sort that a woman might take away with her when going traveling.

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

It was her sex box containing three dissimilar size and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some foreign rubber tape on a roster.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a modest bright jewellery box, her recommendation, bank plug-in, toothbrush and anything else this flower child girl might remove traveling with her. The only thing he didn't multitude was any of her wearing apparel as there wasn't elbow room and besides, who would notice which dress were not missing ? He thought.

A shift dog with a make out kernel on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a token gesture to pack her so he stuffed it in the courtship example with the rest of her gear.

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

He stopped for food on his way back home.

On entering the beacon he could get a line her calling for him to exhaust her before he even set center 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 rap and hammered a muddle through the midriff of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the rap from behind her, through the whang loops all the way around her shorts and fastened the warp at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the hollow, now at her front end that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the handcuffs from the adhesive friction of its jaws, allowing her a diminished measure of freedom so she could try and stomach up again.

As she assisted herself by using her men 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 Chain, securing her hands to the belt at waist height in front of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the lowly of her back.

untying her ankles from the table pegleg allowed her to stand up correctly.

The dugout canoe area they were standing in was five feet lower than the primary storey. It was accessed via the small wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the basis or to the wall so the next thing he did was uprise the footstep up out of the room.

Above the diametrical wall to where the gradation had been was a burrow 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 tabular array and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot trench sunken sphere with no means of getting out.

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

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

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

He cleared the boundary of all the textile 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 able to guide her into the main lighthouse tower room where she sat down to eat.

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

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

He slid the lid away from the freighter, pulled out a pair of humble shiny plyers and held them up in straw man of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nose ring"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

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

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

The stud was made up of a silver looking short bar joined to a large stave flat plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny noggin at the other.

He put his mitt back in the jewelry box and picked out another bit. This one had the Sami bombastic platter at one end of the glazed silver gray quill but the portion that screwed off had a ball with a ash gray pack going through it, like a diminutive one-half inch diameter towel ring.

He unscrewed the anchor 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 medal stud from the end.

She opened her jaw so he could stab the pocket-sized shiny shaft through her lower lip piercing all the way until the unconditional record pressed against the inside of her mouth.

reach back down into the box he picked out the small anchor ring. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the ring in place 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 girl 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 adult female all day turned me prison bent."

"prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police cleaning lady in the face with my cubital joint as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protest in London. It drew rip 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 waist, now with a ring through the eye of her rear end lip, matching the ringing through the middle of her nose.

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

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

darn ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

He kept her handcuff locked to her whack as he fed her with a forking but released them and removed her knock 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 lock up the chain of her manacle above her top dog to the metal railing of the banister again.

She obliged and the associate clanging noise rang out from the staircase as he snapped the lock chamber shut, confirming her immobilisation.

"So you're a lesbian are you ?"he asked.

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

"So now that you're in my prison."He said,"Teach me how to be a lesbian."

"Ok. You start by taking these handcuff 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 posture with his genu inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals kiss each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jump shot over her head and stripping her lower half naked apart from her heavy iron boot and socks.

"Now put your headway between my legs."She told him, lifting her articulatio genus slightly.

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

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

He did as apprize and was surprised with the answer of his actions.

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

He could no longer hear her moaning because of her thighs deafening him but minutes later he was shocked to hear her shrieking when she momentarily opened her thighs, enjoying the pleasuring.

He continued the whacking, stopping only when she released his head word 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 hard-on pointing in her face.

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

He moved his groin right up to her face.

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

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

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

Looking around the lighthouse for brainchild he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipe he wondered if he could make a hamper for her ankle and keep her chained up somewhere. This melodic theme changed to potential wrist shackles when he measured and realised that the interior diameter of the pipe would be too small for an ankle but ideal for a wrist.

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

It was a dash known as a T-bolt hose clamp, made from a thin metal stripe with each end having a thicker objet d'art of blade attached, housing a bolt which when screwed tighter brought the goal of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

He did the like 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 oral sex and opened the ringlet holding the handcuff chemical chain to the alloy railing at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

After fastening the warp at her rear he took the lock and threaded it through the mess in the whack at the front of her waist.

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

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

Click.

Her mitt were now locked to the whack at her waist again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden footprint into the sink bund area in front end of the coal root cellar tunnel 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 doorway behind him.

At the ironware shop he picked out a seven column inch diameter hose clamp of the slump style for what he was planning. He also bought a humble metallic element screw on eyelet ring similar in design but bigger than the striver pack he had tricked her into wearing through her glower lip. He then picked out two tension saltation from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a small strip of square metal bar from a fight iron gate to fix a spacing pin. Then he removed the piece of ass from the two close of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the tenseness springs and struggled with his tool as he extended it across the gap of the two ending of the clamps metal band.

With the first outpouring in berth, spanning the top of the clamp opening, he struggled again with the former spring ; this one was to go across the nates of the clamp.

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

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

Finally he manufactured a trample hole through the eye of the square toes pin and screwed the shiny loop ring into it so that it could be used to pull up the pin out adjacent time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden gradation back down into the dugout expanse as she turned and looked at him from the diametric side, standing in forepart of the old coal dugout 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 contraption in his handwriting, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her stifle. He then fitted the foursquare pin in between the two final stage of the clinch, followed by the first spring. Again he had to use puppet to help him draw out the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his fingerbreadth. He then repeated this with the second spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the strait of a stamp battery drill shortly before he returned with the shiny minuscule rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

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

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll show you."He said, putting his finger through the ring, pulling the squarely bar and the shining cover out of the way of the springs, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

"AAAAAHHHHHH !"she shouted in right-down suffering as the clamp tightened painfully around her leg.

"screw HELL GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT nookie HURTS."

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

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

"What the piece of tail was that for ?"she asked.

He unlocked her handlock from the belt and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her headway to the banister again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

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

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

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

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

The bannister began making racket as she struggled against her turnup, trying once more to pull her wrists through but to no avail, they were just too closely. The rope holding her peg down was pulled so tight that any total of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her question from position to side, trying to earn it unacceptable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first off spring was in shoes and he might accidently release the public square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension give in station he could feel her hyperventilating with reverence. The cover from her jewellery box lid was adjacent, followed by the screw in ring, holding it in place.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will have that piano, beautiful tender neck of yours to be so squeeze 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 make his point.

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

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

The shiny metal banding complimented her beautifull smoothen skin as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

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

Perfectly in the middle of the words Jay and Jay was the ring, swinging down like a expectant version of her downcast lip piercing.

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

She ran to the lavatory to look at the latest add-on to her bondage.

"I won't really bite. I was being minatory because you were making me find like a cheep lady of pleasure. I was only trying to keep a horse sense of dignity about me."She explained.

"well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a salutary minuscule whore 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 hand on the collar ring and his early on the back of her head, he guided his stopcock into her mouth.

organism inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the rear of her pharynx, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a moment and she pulled away enough to be 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 tool, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

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

She could palpate his cock pulse as he was about to cum so she worked on the sensitive head of it instead of the shaft.

He had other ideas.

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

She tried to extract away but he held her tight, ineffectual to take a breather for the few seconds it took him to empty his load beyond her tongue, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

She had no pick other than to swallow it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her drumhead, 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 compare her with.

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

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

There was a quick successiveness of pawl from both slope of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelets, locking them tighter around her wrists.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

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

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

However, he had early plans.

There was no way in the world he was going to let this piffling treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was able of with that sweet short oral cavity of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so much hassle already and realising just how deeply in it he was, he decided he would keep her jailed 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 transfer the cuffs. He told her yes but the collar was staying on.

They walked over to the wooden table where the bench vice was attached. It was no longer in the go down area at the entrance to the coal cellar.

Overjoyed at the intellection of getting her freedom back at shoemaker's last, 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 table again after last sentence and before she changed her mind, he quickly tightened up the frailty on both cuffs, holding them steady in grooming 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 loud smacking as his hand smacked into her asshole cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh SOB, she thought, how pudding head of me. I've been tricked again.

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

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

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful peaches of her arse impertinence 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 boots on then disappeared for a unretentive time, returning with a bottleful of vegetable oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her legs apart slightly and poured a little veg oil over her arse fissure then massaged it in to her rim as it dribbled down around her crotch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

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

The feeling of a contrary red cent 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 stiff slippery buttocks hollow he continued pumping in and out whilst she cried and begged, stretched out over the mesa, cuffed and helpless against his fucking frenzy.

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

Pulling out and moving away from her, he anticipated that corporal fluids would soon run down her legs, so he told her to repeal her feet as he put his own manikin fitting boxer shorts on her to take in any liquid.

He went to scavenge himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton fiber 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 over the table, with her wrist joint restrained once More by the handcuff in the frailty. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her free weight from one leg to the other in the Sami lieu, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his hormones and allowing them to run wild, causing her 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 fundament cheek then walked away.

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

He got to act upon immediately.

From a piece of scrap foghorn pipage, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a half inches across-the-board, he then rounded the edges with a file to ease up them a placid last that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a tear in the annulus and bent them give a petty, just enough to fit her radiocarpal joint through.

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

"Don't say I don't think about you."He said as he walked past her still restrained organic structure, showing her the twelve inch Sir Ernst Boris Chain and metal components in his hands.

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

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

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

He threaded a spell of rope through the tintinnabulation on the front of her break one's back arrest 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 localise her arm under her dresser and rest on her elbow.

She did the same with the early arm when her second radiocarpal joint was cut free.

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure enough she did not draw in the rubber pin out from between the outpouring of her taking into custody as she swung her legs around to stand next to him at the side of the vice.

With her dead body still bent over due to the short rophy through her apprehension, he pulled her jumper over her top dog and removed her bra.

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

Frightened rigid by the weight of her jumper pull on the circle attached to her dog collar, she could only watch as he put the open cuff in the frailty and wound the jaws together, closing the forget me drug around her wrist.

"Other bridge player please."He said, holding up the cuff at the antonym end of the welded chain.

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

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve inch long chain welded to each of the handcuff around her radiocarpal joint. Each cuff had a thin gap where they had sprung back open a piddling after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few millimetre, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the handcuff open but the heavyset metal 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 apparel and ignored him, taking them over to the bed where she pulled on her underwear and shortstop before curling up under the covers.

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

Humiliated because she wasn't capable to put on any article of clothing over her manacle to insure her top half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained mum, ignoring his every Son as he periodically stared at her raw tits.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the band on her collar and taking grasp of her manacle chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the security of her nose and lip band joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a dyad of heat immune gauntlet fashion boxing glove next to her.

The gloves were put on her deal by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the turnup, to foreclose her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

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

The heat resistant gauntlet was now clamped tighter against her cutis substance it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would consume 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 take a shit things worse for her.

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

'' If you follow my operating instructions I 'll get rid of 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 ill-use over the chain so that it is behind you. '' He said.

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

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

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

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the belt loops of her shorts the decline way around and buckled it tightly in movement 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 center link of her handcuff chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to resign your back talk. If you want me to remove the neckband then the get-go and only password that I want to take heed from you are."

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

She frowned at him but understood.

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

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

"You're learning."He said with a smile on his facial expression."fountainhead done."

She was still spooky of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her collar so that he could move out the shiny jewellery box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

"That's ok."He told her."As long as your script are behind your back, the leash can abide off."

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

"The apprehension will be on."He told her."However I may make an exclusion if you want, I could bolt the string of your cuffs to the board and you could join me for a nursing bottle of wine-colored ?"

final result, she thought. This was all going in the right wing direction.

"I'd dear that."She told him, cracking a slight smiling at the persuasion of having a more social metre with him.

He drilled a trap through the table at the opposite side to the vice and bolted the string to the board top so that she could reach far enough to her back talk but not underneath to loosen the nut.

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

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

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

"I know exactly what you mean. How many lives has this old social organization saved over the age ?"She said."I first discovered the closed book entrance to this home when I was eight yr old."

"arcanum entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would lift the cover from the coal cellar and mount down the ladder into the iniquity dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to spiel with so she would represent alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with strong matter and braved the staircase up to the illume elbow room where she stared at the stars for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my undercover entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge part of my life has been taken from me. Almost like the expiry of my former friend."

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

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom tuner birdcall foretoken for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic first principle. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the ten percent letter of the alphabet because we are numeral ten out of 16 lighthouses along this stretch of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the wall of the ember basement and in the tunnels leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasions, I find it peaceable but scarily exciting at the same clip, I've had the godforsaken of dreams down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

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

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

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

When he returned she had stepped over her mountain chain and was waiting for him to interlock her hand behind her back so that he wouldn't put the dreaded taking into custody on her.

He didn't lock the range of mountains to the dorsum of her smash but instead he put the lock and key in his pocket and told her to lead the way.

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

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

The end of the tunnel opened out into the large coal entrepot area where the bombardment lantern reflected from the white walls, illuminating the country brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the corner were thick metal ladder step embedded in the bulwark with vertical poles for hand rails ether face, leading up to her occult incoming which had now been capped off.

Another burrow went from the sleeping room at a correctly slant to the entry tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a mickle of crack 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 give-and-take she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so practically that he had to buy it at the auction and now, here was a girl who was character of the account and to whom he was very much attracted.

spinal column in the main chamber she walked all around, reminiscing, having her psyche filled with almost a lifetime of dreams.

"You know."She said"It's ironic that me and you are standing here like this right field now because as a child 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 dreaming"he said smiling at her.

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

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

When he walked towards her she had the option of heading for the burrow 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 spacious eyes had a sort of hopeful pleading looking at in them as she pushed the chain of mountains around the just metal balusters so that her wrists were touching around the backbone of the iron pole.

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

Holding the open lock in his handwriting he stood in nominal head of her with his back talk almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol steep breathing space she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jumper around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her smash, followed by her boxers. He lowered her clothing and helped her pull her iron boot through before kissing her drunken sass again.

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

He parted her sass and went searching for her G spot and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few More mo 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 drafting so that we can make this place our sleeping room ?"he asked then quickly got back to his tongue work.

She screamed out in disco biscuit and he felt her expel some liquid into his mouth, just before her legs collapsed sending her arse down onto his squatted knees.

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

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

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

"How do you have in mind ?"she had to ask.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do we take in 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 forepart of her, drawing.

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

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

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

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the ember cellar.

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

There was bright galvanic lighting shining down simulating sunshine coming from above.

Moving along, the flick had an iron framed image bed pushed up against the ovalbumin washed stone bulwark with the small-scale tending 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 charge, drogue, shorts and belt, with her larger tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a fiddling artistic licence.

She was standing with her arm chained to the paries with standardized handcuff to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankle joint chained slightly spread apart with hamper attached to the wall at floor level.

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

To the right of the characterisation was the main entree tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable 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 smile on her face .