Mike was a 23 year old, improbable, athletic joiner who's Falco subbuteo was restoring Graeco-Roman cars.

He became tempted by an old igniter planetary house on the south Rebecca West coast of England which was going up for sales event by auction.

Being the only person at the auction sale who was willing to commit to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic structure meant that he won the summons straight away without competition.

using money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his fondness filled undertaking converting it into a home for him to live, whilst abiding by the pattern of keeping the lamp working at nighttime time.

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

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

One break of day microphone was returning after picking up provision in his whiteness van when he noticed that the fence had been moved whilst he was out.

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only reply to march on his task further was to replace the compressor.

Three hours later he returned to ascertain that the fence had been disturbed and the beacon light threshold was open. This time the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The fridge was door overt slightly and with a fiddling bit to a greater extent investigation, he found that whitener had been poured into his milk cartonful. He also noticed that both of his electric battery recitation had been stolen meaning another appearance stopple for the job.

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

In a endorsement hand entrepot he found a suitable drill at a buy cost, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the trash of the counterpunch amongst other modest point, a duad of manacle for sale.

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

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

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

"septet and it's a deal."The bank clerk suggested holding out his script to shake on it.

He'd have paid the good price but just wanted to barter a deal for the fun of it. The turnup would be worth much to a greater extent if they helped him apprehend the perpetrator who was vandalising his construction site.

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

Early the adjacent morning he drove his van away from the light star sign and walked back so that he could lay in waiting to overhear the culprit.

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

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

Her epithet was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the alteration which would take into account the pharos to be converted to a common soldier rest home and had actively campaigned against all the planning applications throughout the whole process.

She was wearing black Dr Dean Martin boots, high waistline loose blue underweight stretching jeans and a rainbow coloured roll neck long sleeve woolen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her farseeing brownness hair with a thin blue whisker bar, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking through the fence and trying the threshold handle.

It was unlocked.

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

She was so outrage her whole body froze as she looked down at her deal and then up to Mike.

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

He pushed her back against the iron handrail railings that ran with the stairs, all the way around the wall of the flyer building from the floor to the spyglass light room at the very top.

"GET YOUR FUCKING men BEHIND YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straight 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 subdivision around her shank, he pushed her shaking branch behind her back.

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

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

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

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

"Who the screwing are you ?"He asked.

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

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

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

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

There was no camera but he thought he'd try and fox 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 criminal offence."malicious mischief ! wipeout of somebody else's dimension ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You honest start talking."

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

"Do you have it away how practically shag money you've price me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my back pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a credit card wallet from one of her rearward pockets and her phone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

"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 name before."he said,"You're that nuisance in the arse lady who's been objecting to all my planning applications for renovating this position aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her front man sack, removing her planetary house cay and some cash, 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 handwriting against the inside and exterior of her leg, standing back up straight as he reached her waist.

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

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

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

"You owe me compensation for all of your damage."He said."So I'm making sure enough 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 pup eyes in the promise that she could gain his attraction to put to work in her favour.

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

Strangely the first matter that struck him when she spoke up close to his facial expression was her breath. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating cookie. It threw his judgment into a quick ‘ wow'moment as he continued staring into her seductive eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

One More accidental inhalation of her seraphic breath had him hooked.

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

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

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

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

He moved his deal up from her arse to around her shank and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a look for gas 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 fingers inside her bra cup to sense her tits.

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

"I know !"he said abruptly like a small fry would.

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

"Yes !"he replied.

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

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

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

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

He tried to appear experienced by putting one paw in her crotch.

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the centre and then at her sweet sense sass, about to build a move towards her, he gently touched the ball in the middle of the nose 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 particular pair of plier to murder it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to do it her with these handcuffs on, she could threaten him with unlawful imprisonment and rape. That way he would be in more worry than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would pick out him down.

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

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

She planted her mouth on his backtalk and pushed her lingua inside him.

He pulled her in close and locked sassing 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 hands in front of me so that I can use the throne, then I'll come back and show you what a char really wants."She told him."I won't try to break away. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the turnup swung spread out she bolted for the door, ripping the cuffs from his hands as he was trying to get rid of 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 room access, 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 bent key in the lock.

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her free wrist again, this fourth dimension with her hired man in front man 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"potty is there."

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

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

"Oh that's a convenient position for the bed rightfield in front of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double over bed.

He went to remove one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was deflect. On boost 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 tubing in his finger's breadth. This was a job as now she will have to be cut free.

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

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

She raised her arms above her header when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her back so that he would n't be capable to refuse her availability and ‘ his first base metre'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the eye of the handlock and then around the metallic element bar of the handrail. The solid banister clanged with the noise of the lock snapping shut.

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

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

"Aren't you going to get divest ?"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 turncock by now but with my hand 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 unenlightened this twenty three year old Virgo was.

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

"If you think you are gear up enough."He replied.

"Take my denim off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his aspect as he struggled to take the sloshed fitting jeans from her legs, all the time pretending that this was normal for him, as though he'd done it lots of times before.

After he realised that her iron boot were still on he had to block up with the jeans and off her footgear first. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of time it took him to strip her lowly half naked.

"Can you lift my jumper above my forefront and remove my bra please, I would do it myself but with things as they are. You know."She asked, knowing that the bra was going to be his adjacent hurdle.

This was going to be like sleeping with a comic she thought, changing her touch sensation to actually wanting sex with him, she again felt a flutter from down below.

"Kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pathos on him.

"Could you do me a favour ?"she asked."Could you spit in your hand and rub it on the end of your rooster to lube us both please and use your 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 romantic but he was successful in the end. Using one hand, he finally found his way inside her.

She anticipated and accepted the painfulness as he pushed himself all the way in with his 1st stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

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

Time to set out faking it she thought and so began to moan.

It worked. It didn't take foresighted 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 heed passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

She laughed and laughed at his failed endeavor to get it right.

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

Next came the dungaree. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

With a lot of 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 door with them in his hand.

mike cut the wooden leg of her jeans away on a slight virgule angle having the retentive component part in the centre of the jean and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the hips. With four inches of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with tight drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in diminished spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE FUCK have YOU DONE TO MY denim ?"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 wrongful internment and that commencement fuck of yours numeration as RAPE !"

microphone stood there in electrical shock whilst what she just said lapse in.

"Undo these turnup !"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.

Reaching for the padlock key he popped it spread and released the chain from the banister, sending another clang all the way up the stairs.

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined jeans from his hand and pulled them on over her hips, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much gentle than when they were entire distance jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent room and down five rickety wooden whole step, into what is known as a bund. This was a certain waterproofed orbit like a wet room or small-scale swimming pool, designed to fascinate and hold back any Diesel spillages from the fuel storage tank car which had been removed years ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

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

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

The tabular array had a shop vice temporarily attached to one side of it in the midriff of its rectangular length, held securely in place with a shag mingy clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison sentence, he changed his mind. He had no 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 arse as she was knack over the table.

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slip his little finger's breadth up and inside the tush of her short pants, running it along the modest part of her hind end cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad arse and stroked the smooth figure 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 thigh gap at her genitalia 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 kick of the situation.

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

"That maybe lawful but seeing you like this is making me want to sleep together you again."He told her.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

organism heedful not to sleep with his headspring on the frailty he said"I want to sample your sweet 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 knife all the way in to his mouthpiece, breathing more than and more heavy through her wind as the buss continued. She could sense his erection poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hired man on her rump he slid them over her articulatio coxae, around to her front man and stopped on the top button of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his distance he wrapped a closed circuit of rope around her right ankle joint and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a table leg.

Repeating this on her other articulatio talocruralis, he spread her branch wide apart by tying the R-2 off on the opposite face of the table, forcing her trunk down until her breadbasket was resting on the wooden table top.

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

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

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

"This is such a beauty."he said, slapping her tush once with his proper hand.

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

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

"wellspring untie me then."She said.

commencement at her ankle he ran both his hands along the subdued peel of her leg, all the way up to her genital organ where he rubbed his finger's breadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then subside his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed derriere 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 stairs leaving her there with her legs spread wide apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her menage keys he convinced himself that he had to go check her plaza out.

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

With her telephone and keys in his hand, he closed the pharos door behind him making indisputable it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her household a visit.

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

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

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the right piazza as he smelled her placeable aroma.

The immediate goal was not to rob the place but to dispatch any particular that if a family appendage or even the police where to take care around, would make it await like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

Knowing that she lived alone, he had to take care for evidence of any pets. Finding none he nervously headed upstairs.

He packed a travelling bag with underwear, cosmetics and medication of the sorting that a fair sex might strike away with her when going traveling.

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

It was her sex box containing three dissimilar size of it and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber tape recording on a ringlet.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a minor lustrous jewelry box, her pass, bank posting, toothbrush and anything else this hippy girl might direct traveling with her. The only thing he didn't large number was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would acknowledge which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a have it away warmheartedness on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a token gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the rest of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the sound she'd brought with her to the lighthouse, meaning that any tracking would show her last location as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

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

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

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

"You want out do you ?"he asked.

"Yes please."She snivelled quietly.

He took off his leather bash and hammered a pickle through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the whang from behind her, through the belt ammunition loops all the way around her trunks and fastened the warp 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 leg still bound spread apart, he walked back around the table and took hold of the range between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the ringlet shut around the chain, securing her manpower to the belt at shank stature in nominal head of her, meaning she had no probability of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

Untying her ankle from the board peg allowed her to endure up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five feet modest than the briny floor. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the wall so the adjacent thing he did was lift the stair up out of the room.

Above the reverse wall to where the steps had been was a burrow leading to the pilot coal root 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 board and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five human foot deep sunken area with no agency of getting out.

Having the use of his arms meant that he could jump up and pull in himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no hazard 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 edge of all the cloth he had just lifted out then cooked for the two of them.

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the settle room he was able to guide her into the independent lighthouse tower room where she sat down to eat.

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

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

He slid the lid away from the butt, pulled out a pair of small glossy plyer and held them up in front of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nose ring"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

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

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

The he-man was made up of a silver looking short bar joined to a large round flat home base at one end and with the removable screw off glistening noggin at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewelry box and picked out another piece. This one had the same boastfully disc at one end of the bright Ag peter but the component that screwed off had a glob with a ash grey ring going through it, like a tiny half inch diameter towel ring.

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

"Can I see ?"he asked, unscrewing the Ag rivet from the end.

She opened her jaw so he could poke the small shiny shaft through her low-spirited lip piercing all the way until the flat disk pressed against the inside of her mouth.

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the small ring. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the halo in place of the domed stud on the end of the atomic number 47 shaft poking through her lip.

She immediately felt the ring resting on her Kuki-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.

"girlfriend ?"he asked.

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

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a constabulary womanhood in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental dissent in London. It drew blood from her intrude 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 doughnut through the middle of her bottom lip, matching the ringing through the midsection of her nose.

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

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

tinker's dam ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the chain of her manacle above her head teacher to the alloy railing of the banister again.

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

"So you're a gay woman 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 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 positioning with his knee joint inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals snog each former ?"he joked.

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

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

"payoff my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her head and stripping her depressed half raw apart from her heavy boots and socks.

"Now put your mind between my legs."She told him, lifting her knees slightly.

"Gently constituent my lips and flavor for my clitoris."She said and then continued to draw him to the aright spot.

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

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

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

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

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

"It must be my turn."He said, then crawled up the bed and straddled her breast 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 seawall right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his starting time blow job and getting rejected by her threat, he form of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her naked with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for breathing in he wandered into the adjacent edifice which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could take a leak a shackle for her ankle and go on her chained up somewhere. This estimate changed to possible carpus hamper when he measured and realised that the in spite of appearance diameter of the pipe would be too minuscule for an mortise joint but ideal for a wrist.

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

It was a style known as a T-bolt hosiery clinch, made from a thin metal band with each end having a thicker piece of brand attached, housing a thunderbolt which when screwed tighter brought the ends of the striation 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 cutis 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 wrists, 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 range of mountains to the metal rail at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her rear he took the ignition lock and threaded it through the hole in the bash at the front of her waist.

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

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

Click.

Her hands were now locked to the swath at her shank again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the sunken bund surface area in straw man of the coal cellar tunnel and lifted the footmark out again so that she could not derail out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware shop he picked out a seven inch diam hose clinch of the correct vogue for what he was planning. He also bought a small alloy screw on eyelet ring like in design but gravid than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her gloomy lip. He then picked out two tensity springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

Back at the beacon he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to exploit on his contraption.

He measured and cut a low comic strip of satisfying metal bar from a scrap iron logic gate to puddle a spacing pin. Then he removed the shag from the two ends of the clinch and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of square up bar he had just cut.

Holding the lame pin in shoes he then took one of the tension saltation and struggled with his pecker as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps metal band.

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

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

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded hole through the middle of the public square pin and screwed the shiny eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to pull the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden footfall back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the paired side, standing in front line of the old coal bunker tunnel.

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new appliance in his hands, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two remainder of the clamp, followed by the world-class spring. Again he had to use puppet to help him deplume the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his finger. 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 sound of a battery drill shortly before he returned with the shiny little rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two springs and square bar then screwed the pull annulus 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 underworld is it for ?"

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

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

"FUCKING hell on earth GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT fucking HURTS."

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

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

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

He then placed all the parts of the device on the pillow next to her and sat on her breast with his genu at her armpits.

"Oh no. delight no."she said.

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

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

The banister began making disturbance as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once to a greater extent to pull her wrists through but to no help, they were just too fuddled. The circle holding her legs down was pulled so slopped that any measure of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her mind from position to side, trying to piss it insufferable for him to preserve but she remain still when he told her that the initiatory saltation was in place and he might accidently give up the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the s latent hostility outflow in post he could feel her hyperventilating with fear. The cover from her jewellery box lid was next, followed by the nooky in gang, holding it in home.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will cause that soft, beautiful stamp neck of yours to be so constricted that you won't be able to breathe."

"Please don't."she begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perfectly in the middle of the language Jay and Jay was the band, swinging down like a larger version of her humiliated lip piercing.

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

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

"I won't really bite. I was being threatening because you were making me palpate like a peep working girl. I was only trying to preserve a sense of dignity about me."She explained.

"fountainhead that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a soundly picayune 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 pant in front end of her face.

With one hand on the collar ring and his other on the back of her headway, he guided his cock into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

It was a picayune demoralising at inaugural but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasance, substance that she was winning him over.

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

He had other ideas.

With both hands on the back of her heading, he pushed himself in to the back of her back talk, causing her to gag again.

She tried to take out away but he held her tight, ineffective to breathe for the few arcsecond it took him to empty his load beyond her natural language, 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 option other than to swallow it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her caput, allowing her to catch one's breath again.

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

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

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

There was a fast succession of clink from both sides of the handlock as he accidently lay on the bracelets, locking them tighter around her wrists.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

The handlock weren't painful now he wasn't laying down on top of them but it meant that she could no longer go around her articulatio radiocarpea around in them.

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

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his source she must have earned his fillet of sole. That blowjob had won him over. She was so relieved.

However, he had former plans.

There was no way in the existence he was going to let this little hoarded wealth get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was up to of with that sweet little mouth of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so practically trouble already and realising just how late in it he was, he decided he would keep her absorbed permanently or at to the lowest degree 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 vice was attached. It was no longer in the lapse expanse at the entrance to the coal cellar.

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the table again after last prison term and before she changed her judgement, he quickly tightened up the vice on both handlock, holding them sweetheart in preparation for their removal.

She knew something was going ill-timed when he walked around to her face of the table and stood behind her.

There was a loud SLAP as his hand smacked into her bottom cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

"You need to ascertain your home around here."he told her.

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

His handwriting were now stroking the beautiful peaches of her hindquarters cheek that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could act 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 underwear, leaving her bang on then disappeared for a short time, returning with a bottle of vegetable oil.

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

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

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

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

"DON'T YOU nookie daring !"she screamed."fucking me normally if you're going to !"

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

He poked his index finger in to her hole, 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 cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

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

The feel of a contrary diddlyshit was so uncomfortable and degrading that she broke down and began to cry.

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

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

minute later he was pulling back on her rose hip 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 peg, so he told her to lift her feet as he put his own kind fitting bagger shorts on her to engross any liquid.

He went to cleanse himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton Boxer shorts, shifting her weightiness from one leg to the former, hating the site. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the mesa, with her wrist joint restrained once more by the handcuffs in the vice. How could I be so fleeceable ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weight from one leg to the other in the Sami military position, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his internal secretion and allowing them to run wild, causing her death into his sex slave.

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her butt cheek then walked away.

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

He got to work immediately.

From a slice of scrap foghorn pipe, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a half column inch full, he then rounded the border with a data file to founder them a smooth stopping point that wouldn't annoyance against her skin.

He then cut a rent in the ring and bent them afford a slight, just enough to fit her wrists through.

After cutting the link of a chain in half he took everything back into the beacon light to weld the one-half tie onto the forget me drug, attaching the chain between them.

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

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

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

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

He threaded a opus of rope through the gang on the movement of her striver collar and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her world-class wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most well-off thing she could do was to place her arm under her pectus and repose on her elbow.

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

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

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

With her body still bent over due to the short rope through her taking into custody, he pulled her pinafore over her head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the weight of her pinny pull on the Mexican valium attached to her collar, she could only watch as he put the clear handlock in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the traffic circle around her wrist.

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

She was expecting something to pain her but that didn't happen, he just wound the vice closed and encased her former articulatio radiocarpea in the shiny metal circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the privy she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve column inch long strand welded to each of the cuffs around her wrists. Each handlock had a slim gap where they had sprung back open a short after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few mm, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the turnup open but the thick metallic element dress circle that had needed a frailty to shut down it, wouldn't budge without some sorting of puppet. That would be her side by side 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 underclothes and shorts before curling up under the covers.

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any clothing over her handcuff to cover her top one-half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained dumb, ignoring his every password as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

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

He put his articulatio genus on her handlock chain, pinning it to the chair between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

He then threaded the cable tie through her scent annulus and zip tied the two doughnut together, pulling her bottom lip up over her top lip.

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

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

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the ring on her neckband and taking hold of her turnup 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 halo joined by the cable's length tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a duad of warmth resistant gauntlet style gloves next to her.

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

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

The heat insubordinate metal glove was now clamped tighter against her pelt import it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would have to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He picked up the bang and padlock, fed it through the belt closed circuit of her shorts the correct way around and buckled it tightly in front of her, enhancing her waist as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the muddle at the rachis of the bang and through the middle tie-in of her handcuff mountain range before snapping it shut.

Reminding her who has control by gently touching the gang of her shoe collar, he turned her back around to present him.

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to give up your sassing. If you want me to remove the leash then the first and only words that I want to get wind from you are."

"Thank you for fucking my arse this good 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 stern this 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 cutting tool and cut off the zip tie allowing her to open her backtalk again.

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

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

"You're learning."He said with a smiling on his side."Well done."

She was still anxious of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her pinch so that he could transfer the shiny jewellery box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

using plyers he disarmed the collar and removed it from around her neck. She shivered when she saw it in his hand.

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

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

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

"The taking into custody will be on."He told her."However I may take an exception if you want, I could absquatulate the chain of your handcuff to the table and you could join me for a bottle of wine ?"

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

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

He drilled a hollow through the table at the opposite English to the frailty and bolted the range to the mesa top so that she could reach far enough to her lip but not underneath to undo 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 attribute renovation.

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his starting time project was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in honey with this beacon. 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 interested at the auction.

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

"secret incoming ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would lift the cover from the ember root cellar and climb down the ladder into the dark dirty cavern. She had no acquaintance around here to bet with so she would play alone quietly in the moth-eaten musty way, letting her imaginativeness run wilderness. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a adolescent she experimented with unattackable thing and braved the staircase up to the clean elbow room where she stared at the stars for 60 minutes on end.

"I was gutted when you had my underground 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 one-time friend."

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

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom radio call preindication for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the alphabet because we are figure ten out of xvi beacon along this reach of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the paries of the coal wine cellar and in the tunnel leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous affair, I find it passive but scarily exciting at the same time, I've had the raving mad of dreams down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

All the time they talked, she kept him hook with her seductive eyes but it wasn't long before they began to wrick red and fill with tears.

He now felt so guilty about his programme to vary this place.

"Are you telling the Sojourner Truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"show me."

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

When he returned she had stepped over her Ernst Boris Chain and was waiting for him to put away her paw behind her back so that he wouldn't put the dreaded arrest on her.

He didn't lock the chain to the rachis of her smash but instead he put the curl and key in his pocket and told her to take the way.

When at the fundament of the wooden stairs he dragged the dance step across the dug out arena so they could climb up into the entrance of the coal cellar tunnel.

The tunnel was less than head height so they both had to stoop down to take the air through it.

The end of the tunnel opened out into the magnanimous coal storage arena where the battery lantern reflected from the white walls, illuminating the domain brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the box were thick metallic element ladder steps embedded in the wall with vertical Pole for hand rails ether side, leading up to her secret entering which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the chamber at a rightfield Angle to the entree tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a quite a little of crock up 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 Logos she said. The beacon had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the auction and now, here was a girl who was part of the history and to whom he was very much attracted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her encompassing centre had a sort of hopeful pleading look in them as she pushed the strand around the upright metal bannister so that her wrists were touching around the binding of the branding 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 hand he stood in front of her with his lip almost touching hers.

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

With her alcoholic drink instill breather she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her pinafore around her neck opening, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her clothing and helped her puff 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 lips 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 gamey pitched then using his thumbs to continue with her stimulant he looked up to speak to her.

"Would you be able to avail me redesign the draftsmanship so that we can make this place our chamber ?"he asked then quickly got back to his clapper work.

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her release some liquid into his sass, just before her leg collapsed sending her arse down onto his squatted knees.

He could feel her shakiness 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 font was the biggest she'd ever seen from him so far.

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

"How do you think of ?"she had to ask.

"There is something wizardly about this situation and you."He replied."I want to keep you as section of it."“ will you assist 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 girlfriend 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 battery was about to die.

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

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

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

The adjacent morning he woke to find her sitting at the table with her handcuff in nominal head of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the real content of the characterisation."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the coal cellar.

showtime on the left field with the ravel from the secret ingress, it showed a log burning cooking stove with the lamp chimney fluke reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was promising electric lighting shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the ikon had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the livid washed stone wall with the small attention to detail graffiti reading Juliet's Room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the Same the boot, air-sleeve, shorts and belt, with her larger knocker on appearance after being slightly enhanced using a small artistic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the wall with exchangeable cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her headspring and her ankles chained slightly pass around apart with shackles attached to the paries at trading floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the break down tunnel was the privy but the tunnel entree now had bars across it with a lockable gate to figure and exit.

To the right field of the video was the main entrance tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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