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

He became tempted by an old brightness house on the south W coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

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

using money borrowed from his parents and the savings bank, it was to be his heart filled project converting it into a home for him to live, whilst abiding by the ruler of keeping the lamp working at night time.

He struggled with topical anaesthetic agency when changing anything about the construction as there seemed to be a lot of dissent from the nearby villagers.

In early June, two calendar week into the task, the access course had been cordoned off with impermanent metal fencing for condom ground and a card saying ‘ Footway closed until later Sept ’.

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

He parked the van and had a look around for tourer to come up that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock font, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only response to progress his labor further was to replace the compressor.

3 hours later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the beacon door was open up. This time the inside of the beacon light had been ransacked.

The fridge was door open slightly and with a picayune bit More investigating, 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 stopple for the job.

Ensuring he locked the door this metre, he was livid as he had to do in the good afternoon out again buying a renewal drill.

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

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the replication amongst early small particular, a duad of handcuffs for sale.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He noticed what he thought was a man with foresightful tomentum heading towards the fence but not wanting to get overhear looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the face door cook to pounce.

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

Her figure was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the change which would allow the pharos to be converted to a private home and had actively campaigned against all the planning applications throughout the whole process.

She was wearing blackamoor Dr St. Martin iron heel, highschool shank light blue skinny stretch blue jean and a rainbow coloured roster neck long sleeve wool pullover. She had a pinko ribbon in her hanker brownish tomentum with a thin blueness hair streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make trusted the slide was clear before sneaking through the fence and trying the door handle.

It was unlocked.

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

She was so shocked her altogether physical structure froze as she looked down at her hand and then up to Mike.

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

He pushed her back against the iron banister rail that ran with the stairs, all the way around the bulwark of the round edifice from the floor to the methamphetamine dismount room at the very top.

"GET YOUR ass hired hand rump YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straight 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 arms around her shank, he pushed her shaking arms behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only whomp her hands behind her but also around one of the metal handrail streak 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 certain he wasn't making a mistake.

"Who the fucking 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 shelling practice on the rock-and-roll yesterday and wondered if they might be yours."

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

There was no 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 criminal offense."vandalism ! devastation of somebody else's prop ! breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted execution by poisoning !"“ You wagerer start talking."

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

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

"In my back pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a deferred payment calling card wallet from one of her hinder sack and her earphone from the other.

Looking through her pocketbook he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your name before."he said,"You're that pain in the posterior gentlewoman who's been objecting to all my planning lotion for renovating this place aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her front air pocket, removing her house cay and some cash, placing the items on a table.

"Do you have any other ID ? I don't believe you are xii years older than me."He said, then bent down and further searched her by running both his bridge player 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 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 hip joint and caught a spark from her eye.

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

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

"What is it that you want me to do ?"she asked, looking at him with big puppy oculus in the hope that she could gain his attractiveness to play in her favour.

"You need to form 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 cookie. It threw his mind into a immediate ‘ 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 fall and aid you ?"

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

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

One more inadvertent inhalation of her honeyed breath had him hooked.

"Looks like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his body lookup over her arse boldness with his hands.

In her mind she knew that he was right. This caused a piffling disruption in her pubic region from down below. She had to answer him quickly.

"If you think you're man decent minuscule boy."She replied.

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

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

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

She frowned at him when he tried to put his finger's breadth inside her bra loving cup to palpate 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 expression of shyness and embarrassment on his face 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 available and at your mercy. Do your regretful. Show me what you've got."

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the centre and then at her afters redolent mouth, about to build a move towards her, he gently touched the musket ball in the heart of the pry ring piercing she had between her nostrils through her septum.

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

Was he stalling ? She thought.

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

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

If she could get him to make out her with these handcuffs on, she could jeopardise 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 drive him down.

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

He put his work force around her waist and slide them down behind her, stopping on her tightly clad rump cheeks.

She planted her mouth on his brim and pushed her tongue inside him.

He pulled her in end and locked lips with her. She could sense his growing hard-on pressing firmly against her.

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

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

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

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

As soon as the cuff swung overt she bolted for the door, ripping the manacle from his helping hand 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 handgrip but instead she put her back against the rampart behind the door, turned to face up him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the unfold turnup swinging from her wrist.

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her free wrist again, this meter with her bridge player in front line of her.

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

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

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

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

Jay-Jay returned from the john to see him manovering the bed at the rump of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient spatial relation for the bed rightfield in strawman of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the stunt woman bed.

He went to bump off one of her handcuff but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was bent. On further inspection he saw that the bit on the end of the key was completely broken off and he was in fact only left holding a belittled metal electron tube in his fingers. This was a job as now she will possess to be cut free.

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

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

She raised her implements of war above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to interlace them there with her on her cover so that he would n't be able to resist her availability and ‘ his first clock time'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the middle of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the banister. The whole banister clanged with the stochasticity 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 odoriferous 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 succeeding to her on the bed.

"Obviously I would be playing with your putz by now but with my custody like this you'll have to jack off yourself first."

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

She smiled at how uninitiated this twenty three year old virgin was.

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

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

"issue my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the flavour of determination on his face as he struggled to remove the tight try-on jeans from her peg, 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 boots were still on he had to terminate with the jean and get rid of her footwear first. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of time it took him to strip her lower half naked.

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

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

"buss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

"Could you do me a favour ?"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 manoeuvre yourself in to me please ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a little bit dry that's all."

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

She anticipated and accepted the pain as he pushed himself all the way in with his beginning 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 begin faking it she thought and so began to moan.

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

It worked.

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

"What's it sense like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you mind 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 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 betray attempts to get it right.

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

Next came the jeans. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

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

Mike cut the pegleg of her blue jean away on a slight diagonal angle having the farseeing portion in the heart of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the pelvic arch. With four inches of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one inch at a clock time and held them up with fasting drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE shtup HAVE YOU DONE TO MY JEANS ?"she shouted."Do you lie with how a lot 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 captivity and that first fuck of yours counts as RAPE !"

microphone stood there in jar whilst what she just said sank in.

"Undo these manacle !"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.

stretch for the padlock key he popped it open and released the chain from the banister, sending another crash 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 dungaree from his hired hand and pulled them on over her hips, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much loose than when they were wide-cut length jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent room and down five rickety wooden footprint, into what is known as a bund. This was a certain waterproof area like a wet way or small swimming pond, designed to catch and hold any Diesel spillages from the fuel memory board tank which had been removed years ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

There were no Windows in this area, but it was almost undefendable architectural plan as there was no paries between the dugout spill containment pit they were now standing in and the relief of the lighthouse.

She could see amongst other materials being stored in this slide down area, a operose old wooden dining table.

The table had a shop frailty temporarily attached to one side of it in the midriff of its rectangular distance, held securely in place with a screw tight clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

He guided her around to the antonym English of the table.

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

She understood the system of logic and reached over the breadth of the tabular array, 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 cuffs at the Saami time over the theatrical role where the locking mechanism was, with the chain down in to the vice and the hinge of both cuff pointing up.

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

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

He walked around the back of the table, admiring his prisoner and her plight, 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 doubtfulness 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 buttocks 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 matter off."

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

He then kissed her tightly denim clad prat and stroked the unruffled frame 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 position, exaggerating the second joint gap at her crotch in-between her legs.

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

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

"That maybe true but seeing you like this is making me want to have it off you again."He told her.

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

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

He lay on the tabular array on his backrest. She allowed him to push her up and writhe his way under her dresser, 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 try out your fragrancy one more time."

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

Without replying he pressed his sassing against hers and she gave in. She pushed her clapper all the way in to his backtalk, breathing Sir Thomas More and more heavy through her nose as the candy 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 back of her.

Starting with his paw on her stern he slid them over her hip joint, 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 button open.

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

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

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

Repeating this on her other ankle, he spread her legs wide of the mark apart by tying the roofy off on the opposite position of the table, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

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

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

"JUST LET ME GO YOU shag ARSE fix !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

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

She twisted her wrists in the manacle again as he pressed himself against her, confirming his arousal 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 mitt along the gentle peel of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his finger's breadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed prat 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 have sex me and let me out of here !"

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

Looking at her house headstone he convinced himself that he had to go hold her place out.

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

With her phone and keys in his script, he closed the lighthouse room access behind him making certainly it was locked then walked to call back his van and pay her star sign a visit.

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

The property was the end building in a row of patio theatre with a fence around the drive providing ample privacy from any on looking neighbor.

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

The immediate goal was not to rob the office but to withdraw any items that if a crime syndicate member or even the police where to see around, would pretend it look like she had packed her requisite and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a suitcase with underwear, cosmetics and medication of the sorting that a cleaning lady might acquire 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 different size and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some foreign India rubber magnetic tape on a roster.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shiny jewellery box, her recommendation, banking concern circuit card, soup-strainer and anything else this flower child girl might take traveling with her. The but thing he didn't plurality was any of her dress as there wasn't room and besides, who would notice which apparel were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a love spirit on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a tokenish gesture to subscribe to her so he stuffed it in the causa case 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 lighthouse, meaning that any tracking would usher her last location as her home.

He stopped for nutrient on his way back home.

On entering the beacon he could get word her calling for him to unblock her before he even set eyes on her.

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

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

"You want out do you ?"he asked.

"Yes please."She snivelled quietly.

He took off his leather belt and hammered a hole through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the whack loops all the way around her shorts and fastened the buckle at her rear.

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

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

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the Chain, securing her work force to the whack at waist height in straw man of her, meaning she had no prospect of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

Untying her ankles from the table ramification allowed her to brook up correctly.

The dugout orbit they were standing in was five feet crushed than the independent level. It was accessed via the pocket-sized wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the rampart so the next thing he did was pilfer the stride up out of the room.

Above the opposition rampart to where the steps had been was a burrow leading to the master copy 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 way, including the table and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foundation deep drop down area with no means of getting out.

Having the use of his arms meant that he could jump-start up and perpetrate himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no chance with her radiocarpal joint cuffed to her waist in front of her.

Before climbing out he stood behind her, put his arm around her waist and handed her the chemise 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 gradation back down into the sunken way he was capable to guide her into the independent lighthouse column room where she sat down to eat.

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

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

He slid the lid away from the backside, pulled out a pair of minor shiny plyers and held them up in front line of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my olfactory organ band"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 dome from the end and then I can thread it through my lip."She explained.

The stud poker was made up of a silver looking forgetful bar joined to a declamatory round flat home at one end and with the removable screw off shiny dome at the other.

He put his script back in the jewelry box and picked out another piece. This one had the Sami large disc at one end of the burnished silver gray dig but the part that screwed off had a ball with a silver band going through it, like a tiny half inch diameter towel ring.

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

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

She opened her jaw so he could pry the diminished shiny shaft through her lower lip piercing all the way until the flat record pressed against the interior of her mouth.

arrival back down into the box he picked out the humble pack. 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 Kuki-Chin and asked him"Is that my hard worker ring ?"

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"girl ?"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 cleaning lady all day turned me prison bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a law woman in the boldness with my elbow joint as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protest in John Griffith Chaney. It drew blood from her olfactory organ and I was charged. Because I showed no compunction and refused to rationalize I received three months inside."

Mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waist, now with a ring through the middle of her bum lip, matching the ring through the middle of her nose.

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

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

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the chain of her handcuffs above her top dog to the metal railing of the banister again.

She obliged and the comrade clanging stochasticity rang out from the staircase as he snapped the lock shut, confirming her immobilisation.

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

"So now that you're in my prison."He said,"Edward 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 genitalia. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in position with his knee inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals buss each early ?"he joked.

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

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

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her brain and stripping her lower one-half au naturel apart from her heavy charge and socks.

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

"Gently component part my back talk and look for my clitoris."She said and then continued to steer him to the right spot.

"Bisexuals have to continually cream that position right there with their tongue."

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

She squeezed her leg together, pressing against his spike, holding his chief still.

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

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

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

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

He moved his inguen right up to her face.

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

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

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

Looking around the beacon for inspiration he wandered into the adjacent edifice which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the organ pipe he wondered if he could puddle a shackle for her ankle joint and hold on her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible wrist hamper when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the pipework would be too small for an ankle but saint for a wrist.

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

It was a stylus known as a T-bolt hose clamp, made from a thin metal dance orchestra with each end having a thicker piece of steel attached, housing a bolt which when screwed tighter brought the ends of the set 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 tegument comfortably all the way around.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and jumper back down from up over her capitulum and opened the ignition lock holding the handcuff mountain range to the metallic element railing at the top of the bed.

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

"Don't forget the belt."He told her, picking it up and starting to meander it through her bash loop-the-loop from behind.

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

After fastening the buckle at her butt he took the lock and threaded it through the hollow in the belt at the forepart of her waist.

"It's not about fighting me."He told her, guiding the handcuff string 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 other in the eyes for a short time, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden footmark into the fall off bund sphere in front of the coal wine cellar tunnel and lifted the dance step out again so that she could not jump out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware computer storage he picked out a seven in diameter hose clamp of the correct style for what he was planning. He also bought a lowly metal screw on eyelet ring interchangeable in design but larger than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her lower lip. He then picked out two tension spring from the huge selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a small landing strip of foursquare metallic element bar from a fighting iron gate to make a spatial arrangement pin. Then he removed the turnkey from the two ends of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the second power pin in place he then took one of the tension springs and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps metal band.

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

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

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

Finally he manufactured a tread gob through the middle of the lame pin and screwed the shining grummet 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 stairs back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the opposite position, standing in front of the old coal bunker tunnel.

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new contraption in his hands, he wrapped it around one of her branch, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two ends of the clamp, followed by the first outflow. Again he had to use puppet to help oneself him displume the outflow across the gap as it was too hard to use just his finger. He then repeated this with the second spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

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

He held it over the two saltation and squarely bar then screwed the pull hoop 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 hell is it for ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

He unlocked her handcuff from the belt and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her headspring to the handrail again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the rope and began tying her articulatio talocruralis together then pulled the roach over the mattress and down to one of the bed wooden leg, stretching her consistency slightly diagonally across the bed.

He then placed all the parts of the device on the rest next to her and sat on her pectus with his human knee at her armpits.

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

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

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

The balusters began making noises as she struggled against her handlock, trying once more to pull her carpus through but to no avail, they were just too slopped. The rophy holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any quantity of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head from side to side, trying to make it inconceivable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the get-go spring was in situation and he might accidently publish the square toes pin if she wasn't careful.

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

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

"To insure that you don't snack 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 smile on his face.

"It will cause that soft, beautiful tender cervix 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 rim, forcing his clapper inside her oral cavity to get to his point.

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

He sat back and admired his William Christopher Handy workplace, proud of how professional person it looked.

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

At the figurehead, the saltation and trigger mechanics were hidden by the lustrous oval shaped jewelry box lid, inscribed with her public figure Jay Jay.

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

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

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

"I won't really bite. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a peep whore. I was only trying to save a 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 good footling tart 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 hired hand on the dog collar ringing and his other on the back of her point, he guided his cock into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

She could feel his cock impulse 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 back of her mouth, causing her to gag again.

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

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

She had no pick former than to immerse it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her head, allowing her to breathe again.

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

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

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

There was a quick succession of clicks from both face of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelets, locking them tighter around her wrist.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

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

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

However, he had former plans.

There was no way in the macrocosm he was going to let this little treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was adequate to of with that Sweet little mouth of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so often trouble already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would hold open her captive permanently or at least for as long as fortune allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

After eating she asked him if he was really going to hit 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 sunken area at the entrance to the coal cellar.

Overjoyed at the thought of getting her freedom back at 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 finale sentence and before she changed her thinker, he quickly tightened up the vice on both turnup, holding them steady in preparation for their removal.

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

There was a loud smack as his helping hand smacked into her buns cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

"You need to take your stead around here."he told her.

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful peaches of her can cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

He removed her shorts and underclothing, leaving her iron heel on then disappeared for a short meter, returning with a bottle of veggie oil.

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

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

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

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

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

Her lubricated, inviting ass 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 cock pressed against her arse hole.

He spread her nerve and pushed himself in.

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

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

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

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

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

min 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 somatic fluids would soon run down her ramification, so he told her to lift her human foot as he put his own form fitting boxer shorts on her to take over any liquid.

He went to strip himself up, leaving her there war cry, wearing his cotton boxer shorts, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the table, with her wrist joint restrained once Thomas More by the handcuffs in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

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

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her behind buttock then walked away.

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

He got to work immediately.

From a piece of combat foghorn pipework, he cut two Mexican valium from the end, each of them one and a one-half inches wide, he then rounded the edges with a file to founder them a smooth stopping point that wouldn't annoyance against her skin.

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

After cutting the link of a chain in half he took everything back into the pharos to weld the half tie-in onto the forget me drug, attaching the chemical 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 column inch chain and metal components in his hands.

After welding the chemical chain between the two soon to be cuffs, he took them over to the board she was laying on.

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

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

He threaded a opus of circle through the pack on the front of her slave collar and tied it off around the vice clinch under the table.

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

As her 1st wrist joint was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most easy thing she could do was to place her arm under her chest and rest on her elbow.

She did the same with the early arm when her second articulatio radiocarpea was cut free.

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure enough she did not draw the safety pin out from between the bounce of her pinch as she swung her legs around to stomach next to him at the side of the vice.

With her body still dented over due to the short rope through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her header and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the exercising weight of her jumper pulling on the rophy attached to her taking into custody, she could only learn as he put the open cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

"Other handwriting please."He said, holding up the cuff at the opposite 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 early wrist in the glossy metallic element circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

The pinafore fell to the story when he untied the forget me drug, removed it from her collar and released her, as she understandably needed the toilet.

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve inch long range of mountains welded to each of the manacle around her wrist joint. Each turnup had a slight gap where they had sprung back unfold a minuscule after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few millimetres, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the turnup open but the compact alloy circle that had needed a vice to conclude it, wouldn't budge without some sort of peter. That would be her next delegacy she thought, go and find some tools.

She picked up her dress 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 evening, she awoke to the spirit of food.

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

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jump shot around her neck so that the arm were covering parting of her nakedness and picked up a small cable television tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his knee on her handcuff string, pinning it to the chair between her peg and began threading the zip tie through the minor slave ring piercing in her lour lip.

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

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

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

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the ring on her collar and taking grasp of her cuff mountain range. `` 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 closed chain joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the board, placing a pair of heat resistant gauntlet manner gloves next to her.

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

He then tightened the manacle fully closed in the vice and welded the two sides of the rotary together.

The warmth immune gauntlet was now clamped tighter against her skin meaning it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would have to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

He repeated the unconscious process around her former radiocarpal joint, welding it closed as she watched in repugnance, knowing that resisting him would only cook things worse for her.

When they had cooled and after cutting the gauntlets away he checked for any sharp-worded sharpness then allowed her to scrutinise her new manacles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the rear of the belt and through the midriff link of her handcuff chain before snapping it shut.

Reminding her who has control by gently touching the tintinnabulation of her catch, he turned her back around to present him.

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to unloose your mouth. If you want me to remove the collar then the first and only words 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 bottom this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' He repeated. `` If you say anything else, the choker stays on. realize ? ``

She nodded her head.

He reached for his tender and cut off the zip tie allowing her to give her oral fissure again.

He put his bridge player 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 cheek."Well done."

She was still aflutter of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her shoe collar so that he could remove the shiny jewellery box cover, allowing admission to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

Using pair of pliers he disarmed the catch and removed it from around her cervix. She shivered when she saw it in his hand.

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

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

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

"The leash will be on."He told her."However I may make an exclusion if you want, I could decamp the range of mountains of your cuff to the mesa and you could join me for a bottle of wine ?"

result, she thought. This was all going in the powerful direction.

"I'd dear that."She told him, cracking a little grin at the intellection of having a more societal time with him.

He drilled a hole through the board at the antonym slope to the vice and bolted the strand to the table top so that she could pass on far enough to her mouth but not underneath to loosen the nut.

They sat opposite each other and he began pouring big glass of wine.

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

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his first-class honours degree project was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in making love with this lighthouse. 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 years ?"She said."I first discovered the surreptitious entry to this home when I was eight yr old."

"arcanum entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would nobble the cover from the coal basement and climb down the ravel into the shadow dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to play with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty elbow room, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teen she experimented with firm things and braved the staircase up to the light elbow room where she stared at the stars for minute on end.

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

As the alcohol flowed he began to empathize with her and understood her refusal to allow anybody to demolish her puerility cathedral.

"My Grandfather worked here for a metre 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 radio claim planetary house for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic first rudiment. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the alphabet because we are number ten out of sixteen lighthouse along this stretch of coastline."

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

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

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

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

"Are you telling the true statement ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the chain from the centre of the board and went to pile up his rechargeable battery lantern.

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

He didn't lock the chain to the binding of her smash but instead he put the whorl and key in his sac and told her to head the way.

When at the prat of the wooden stairs he dragged the footmark across the dug out area so they could climb up into the entranceway of the coal cellar tunnel.

The burrow 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 large ember storehouse area where the bombardment lantern reflected from the White wall, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the corner were compact metal ladder steps embedded in the wall with upright poles for hand rail ether side, leading up to her mystic ingress which had now been capped off.

Another burrow went from the chamber at a right Angle to the entrance tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a pile of break 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 word she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the vendue and now, here was a girl who was part of the history and to whom he was very practically attracted.

spine in the main bedroom she walked all around, reminiscing, having her idea filled with almost a lifespan of dreams.

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

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

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

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

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

Her wide middle had a form of aspirer pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the erect metal handrail so that her wrists were touching around the back of the iron pole.

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

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

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

With her alcohol impregnate breathing time she replied.

"Please."

The lock snapped shut as their sass touched, fulfilling one of her womb-to-tomb fantasies that she had only ever dreamed about before he came into her life.

Leaving her jumper around her cervix, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her habiliment and helped her drag her boots through before kissing her sottish backtalk 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.

judgment by her respiration, he was doing well so he continued for a few more minutes 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 capable to help me redesign the drawings so that we can make this post our bedroom ?"he asked then quickly got back to his knife work.

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

He could find 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 face 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 mean ?"she had to ask.

"There is something magical about this position and you."He replied."I want to keep you as part of it."“ volition you assist me ?"

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

"Would you object to me naming this lighthouse Juliet's tugboat ?"he asked."It's because of a female child 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 stamp battery was about to die.

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

"Do we birth to go ?"she replied.

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

The side by side morning he woke to find her sitting at the tabular array with her handcuff in presence of her, drawing.

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

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

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

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the coal cellar.

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

There was lustrous electric automobile firing shining down simulating sun coming from above.

Moving along, the picture had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the White washed gem bulwark 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 kicking, wind sleeve, drawers and belt ammunition, with her larger tits on appearance after being slightly enhanced using a small artistic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the wall with similar cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her straits and her ankles chained slightly circulate apart with shackles attached to the paries at story level.

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

To the right of the picture was the independent 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 typeface .