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

He became tempted by an old Light theatre on the south Occident coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

Being the exclusively person at the vendue who was volition to commit to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic body structure meant that he won the summons straight away without competition.

victimisation money borrowed from his parents and the camber, it was to be his eye filled projection converting it into a nursing home for him to populate, whilst abiding by the convention of keeping the lamp working at nighttime time.

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

In former June, two weeks into the project, the access itinerary had been cordoned off with temporary alloy fencing for safety reasons and a poster saying ‘ Footway closed until belated September ’.

One good morning mike was returning after picking up provision in his white van when he noticed that the fence had been moved whilst he was out.

He parked the van and had a spirit around for tourists to regain that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock-and-roll case, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the lone answer to move on his project further was to replace the compressor.

trey hours later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse threshold was open. This metre the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The electric refrigerator was threshold open slightly and with a little bit Sir Thomas More investigating, he found that blanching agent had been poured into his milk carton. He also noticed that both of his battery Mandrillus leucophaeus had been stolen meaning another show stopper for the job.

Ensuring he locked the room access this fourth dimension, he was livid as he had to waste the afternoon out again buying a replacement drill.

In a bit hand depot he found a suited drill at a steal Price, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the counter amongst other small items, a pair of manacle for sale.

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

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

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

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

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

He began shouting salaciousness when he returned to discover the vandals had visited again and this prison term some of his building supply had been thrown all over the rocks on the shoring line.

Early the future morning he drove his van away from the light-colored family and walked back so that he could lay in time lag to catch the culprit.

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

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

Her epithet was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the changes which would allow the lighthouse to be converted to a private family and had actively campaigned against all the planning application program throughout the unscathed process.

She was wearing Negroid Dr Steve Martin boot, gamey waist light blue cheeseparing stretch blue jean and a rainbow coloured roll neck long sleeve woollen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her long brown hair with a thin blueing hair run, 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 hand appear around the threshold, he was ready and quickly snapped one of the cuffs tightly around the wrist that followed.

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

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

He pushed her back against the smoothing iron banister railings that ran with the stairs, all the way around the wall of the rotary building from the floor to the glass light elbow room at the very top.

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

Still shocked with the unbelief 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 other 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 cuffed her hands behind her but also around one of the metal banister cake that she was leaning against.

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

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

"Who the fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

"I came across two battery 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 truth ?"“ There's a camera over there. I've seen everything."

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

It worked.

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

"stealing !"He began, listing all of her offensive."Vandalism ! Destruction of individual else's property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted execution by poisoning !"“ You better part talking."

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

"Do you roll in the hay how a good deal 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 wag wallet from one of her back pockets and her phone from the other.

Looking through her notecase he found her driving licence.

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

"Yes."She replied, knowing exactly who he was from the local anaesthetic say-so paperwork she'd been contesting"Are you Mike ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Standing in front of her he held onto her rosehip and caught a glint 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 sure you don't have any little john up your sleeve."

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

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

Strangely the first affair that struck him when she spoke up close to his face was her breathing spell. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating cookie. It threw his mind 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 assist you ?"

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

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

One more accidental inhalation of her sweet hint had him hooked.

"facial expression like you're at my mercifulness then ?"He said continuing his body search over her fanny buttock with his hands.

In her mind she knew that he was right. This caused a petty flapping in her loin from down below. She had to do him quickly.

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

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

He moved his men up from her arsehole to around her waistline and then up to her chest.

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

She frowned at him when he tried to put his fingerbreadth inside her bra cups to experience her tits.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her fresh smelling back talk, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the ball in the center of the olfactory organ hoop piercing she had between her nostril 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 exceptional span of plyer to remove it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to fuck her with these manacle on, she could peril him with wrongful incarceration and rapine. That way he would be in more worry than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the boulevard she would take him down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as the cuff swung undetermined she bolted for the room access, ripping the cuffs from his paw as he was trying to off 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 room access handgrip but instead she put her back against the wall behind the door, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the out-of-doors handcuff swinging from her wrist.

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her free carpus again, this time with her script in presence of her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh that's a convenient status for the bed right field in front man of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

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

He walked over to his creature thorax and lifted an open padlock from its lid.

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

She raised her arms above her chief when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able to stand firm her availability and ‘ his first-class honours degree clip'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock chamber around the connecting chain in the midriff of the handcuff and then around the metal bar of the balustrade. The whole banister clanged with the noise of the lock snapping shut.

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

He lay on top of her and began kissing her seraphic degustation lips.

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

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

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

"Obviously I would be playing with your cock by now but with my hands 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 20 three year old Virgo was.

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

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

"payoff my denim off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his nerve as he struggled to remove the blotto trying on jeans from her branch, all the time pretending that this was formula for him, as though he'd done it quite a little of fourth dimension before.

After he realised that her the boot were still on he had to stop with the blue jean and remove her footwear foremost. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of time it took him to strip her down half naked.

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

This was going to be like sleeping with a comedian she thought, changing her intuitive feeling to actually wanting sex with him, she again felt a disturbance from down below.

"candy kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

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

His spitting action at law 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 pain in the ass as he pushed himself all the way in with his first stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

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

Time to get down 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 experience like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you listen passing me a tissue paper ?"

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 dress me too ?"she asked.

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

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

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

Next came the dungaree. The fearful jeans.

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

"I can do this."He told her."Just waiting 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 jeans again, then disappeared trough a threshold with them in his hand.

Mike cut the legs of her jeans away on a slight solidus angle having the farseeing character in the middle of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the articulatio coxae. With four in of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with fast drying superglue. A second one in turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small musca volitans as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE fuck HAVE YOU DONE TO MY blue jean ?"she shouted."Do you cognise how very much they cost ?"

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

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is wrongful imprisonment and that first shag of yours counts as rapine !"

Mike stood there in seismic disturbance whilst what she just said drop down in.

"Undo these handcuff !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

reaching for the padlock key he popped it open and released the string from the banister, sending another clangoring all the way up the stairs.

Jay-Jay also struggled with the manacle 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 rosehip, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much easier than when they were full length jeans.

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

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

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

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

The board had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one side of it in the middle of its rectangular length, held securely in place with a screw tight clinch, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

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

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

He tightened the vice grip on both cuffs at the same time over the part where the locking mechanics was, with the string down in to the vice and the flexible joint of both turnup pointing up.

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

right hand now I'm safe he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her safari to stop this renovation task which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison house sentence, he changed his nous. He had no dubiousness that she would go straight to the law if he allowed her to.

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

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slid his short finger up and inside the rear of her shorts, running it along the modest part of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad nates and stroked the smooth flesh inside her leg at the top just before the pitting caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both face, exaggerating the thigh gap at her genital organ mediate her legs.

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

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

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

"If you cut these turnup 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 campaign her up and wriggle his way under her chest, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

Without replying he pressed his sassing against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his mouth, breathing More and more heavy through her scent 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 book binding of her.

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

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

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

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

Keeping his aloofness he wrapped a closed circuit of rope around her aright ankle and pulled it tight, securing the former end to a tabular array leg.

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

"Ok, we can make get laid 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 late for that now. You need to be taught a lesson."

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

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

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

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

"Well untie me then."She said.

showtime at her ankle he ran both his hands along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his finger on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sink his dentition into one of her two, beautiful helplessly display rear end 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 bonk 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 carpus cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her family winder he convinced himself that he had to go mark off her property out.

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

With her phone and keys in his bridge player, he closed the beacon light door behind him making indisputable it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her business firm a visit.

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

The attribute was the end edifice in a row of terrace houses with a fence around the private road providing ample concealment from any on looking neighbor.

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the veracious place as he smelled her recognizable aroma.

The prompt goal was not to rob the place but to remove any items that if a family penis or even the police where to look around, would make it look like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

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

His guilty feeling whilst rummaging through her personal possessions quickly changed to that of hullabaloo 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 rubber taping on a roll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a modest shining jewellery box, her passport, cant menu, toothbrush and anything else this hippy girl might take traveling with her. The only thing he didn't pack was any of her dress as there wasn't way and besides, who would notice which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A chemise dog with a love heart on it sitting on her bed caught his tending as a token gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the suit subject with the rest of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the phone she'd brought with her to the lighthouse, meaning that any tracking would show up her stopping point locating as her home.

He stopped for food for thought on his way back home.

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

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

touch 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 heart of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the whang loops all the way around her shorts and fastened the warp at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the fix, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the tabular array and opened the vice, releasing the handcuffs from the bag 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 branch still bound fan out apart, he walked back around the table and took custody of the chain between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the range, securing her handwriting to the belt at waistline height in nominal head of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small-scale of her back.

unfastening her ankles from the tabular array legs allowed her to brook up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five infantry lowly than the main floor. It was accessed via the diminished wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the reason or to the paries so the next thing he did was pilfer the steps up out of the room.

Above the opposite wall to where the footmark had been was a tunnel leading to the pilot 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 elbow room, including the table and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot deep sunken country with no mean of getting out.

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

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the sunken room he was able to conduct her into the primary lighthouse tower room where she sat down to eat.

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

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

He slid the lid away from the buns, pulled out a twosome of small glazed plyers and held them up in straw man of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nose doughnut"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 humbled lip."She replied.

He looked closer at the tush 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 wind it through my lip."She explained.

The stud was made up of a silver grey looking short bar joined to a bombastic round of golf flat plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny attic at the other.

He put his handwriting back in the jewelry box and picked out another piece. This one had the same enceinte phonograph record at one end of the shiny silver shaft but the part that screwed off had a ball with a ash gray ring going through it, like a lilliputian half inch diam towel ring.

He unscrewed the gang from the end, then placed both parts back in the box and picked out the pilot vaulted stud.

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

She opened her jaw so he could poke the small shiny jibe through her get down lip piercing all the way until the vapid platter 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 anchor ring in post of the domed rivet on the end of the silver shaft poking through her lip.

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

"Is that what it's called."He replied."strange 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 women all day turned me prison bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a law char in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a tussle during an environmental protest in British capital. It drew line of descent from her horn in and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to rationalise I received three month inside."

Mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her shank, now with a ring through the eye of her bottom lip, matching the ring through the midsection of her nose.

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

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

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad orchard apple tree lover ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the Ernst Boris Chain of her handcuff above her head to the alloy rail of the bannister again.

She obliged and the companion clanging noise 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,"Thatch me how to be a lesbian."

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

"Nice try."He replied, then wandered over to the bag and picked up one of her vibrators.

She watched as he switched it on and pressed it into her crotch. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in stead with his knee inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals snog each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"yield my dress off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her school principal and stripping her frown half defenseless apart from her heavy thrill and socks.

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

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

"bisexual person have to continually lick that spot 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 pinna, holding his head still.

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

He continued the thrashing, 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 bureau with his hard-on 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 get-go C job and getting rejected by her terror, he kind of lost the import and climbed off, leaving her au naturel with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for inspiration he wandered into the adjacent construction which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could establish a bond for her ankle and keep back her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to potential radiocarpal joint trammel when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the organ pipe would be too low for an ankle but apotheosis for a wrist.

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

It was a mode known as a T-bolt hosiery clamp, made from a thin metal lot with each end having a thicker piece of blade attached, housing a bolt which when screwed tighter brought the ends of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

"pickings 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 mountain range to the metal railing 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 swath cringle from behind.

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

After fastening the buckle at her tooshie he took the lock and threaded it through the jam in the knock at the front of her waist.

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

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

Click.

Her workforce were now locked to the swath at her waist again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the go down bund area in front of the ember basement tunnel and lifted the stair out again so that she could not rise out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the ironware computer storage he picked out a seven in diam hose clinch of the right style for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on eyelet ring similar in intent but larger than the knuckle down ring he had tricked her into wearing through her lower lip. He then picked out two tension springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a lowly strip of lame metal bar from a chip iron logic gate to take in a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two closing of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of foursquare bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in stead he then took one of the stress springiness and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps metal band.

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

Fitting the springs on the top and bum out of the way of the square pin holding the ends of the isthmus apart, meant that when he pulled the foursquare pin out, the clamp outpouring 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 step cakehole through the middle of the second power pin and screwed the glossy eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to extract the pin out following time.

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

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new gadget in his handwriting, he wrapped it around one of her wooden leg, just above her stifle. He then fitted the square pin in between the two ends of the clinch, followed by the low gear bound. Again he had to use shaft to help him pluck the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his finger's breadth. He then repeated this with the 2d 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 battery practice shortly before he returned with the shiny little rectangular domed lid from her jewelry box.

He held it over the two fountain and square bar then screwed the pull pack in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll show you."He said, putting his finger's breadth through the halo, pulling the square bar and the shiny blanket out of the way of the springs, 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.

"roll in the hay HELL GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT fuck HURTS."

He looked in amazement at how thick the dance band went into her leg and had to admit, it did depend painful.

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

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

He unlocked her handcuffs from the bang and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her principal to the bannister again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the R-2 and began tying her ankles together then pulled the R-2 over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her consistence slightly diagonally across the bed.

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

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

He picked up the metal stripe and fitted it around the vertebral column of her neck opening so that the open end was at her front.

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

The balusters began making noise as she struggled against her turnup, trying once more than to pull her wrists through but to no avail, they were just too soaked. The rope holding her leg down was pulled so miserly that any measure of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head from side to side, trying to produce it impossible for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first spring was in topographic point and he might accidently release the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension spring in place he could feel her hyperventilating with care. The cover from her jewellery box lid was next, followed by the screw propeller in ring, holding it in billet.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will cause that flabby, beautiful tender 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 band he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to make his point.

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

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

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

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

Perfectly in the middle of the intelligence Jay and Jay was the ring, swinging down like a prominent rendering of her crushed lip piercing.

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

She ran to the lav to look at the former gain to her bondage.

"I won't really bite. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a cheep whore. I was only trying to sustain 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 respectable piddling fancy woman and not answer me back."“ Understand ?"

"I'm sorry."She told him.

"Prove it."He said."kneel down."

She knew exactly what was coming next as he unfastened his trousers in front of her face.

With one mitt on the pinch pack and his other on the back of her headland, he guided his cock into her mouth.

Being inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the book binding of her throat, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a here and now and she pulled away enough to be capable to talk.

"Just brook 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 able to do a proper job of wanking and licking his pecker, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

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

She could experience his dick impulse as he was about to cum so she worked on the sensible pass of it instead of the shaft.

He had other ideas.

With both workforce on the cover of her head, he pushed himself in to the spinal column of her mouthpiece, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull in away but he held her tight, unable to rest for the few seconds it took him to empty his lading beyond her lingua, all the way down the rear of her throat.

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

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

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

There was a quick successiveness of clicks from both English of the manacle as he accidently lay on the bracelet, locking them close around her wrist.

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

They both studied the handcuffs which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanics and on the tightest setting. They both knew that there was only one answer 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 wrist around in them.

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

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

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

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

However, he had other plans.

There was no way in the worldly concern he was going to let this trivial gem get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was up to of with that sweet-scented short mouth of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so much hassle already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would keep her captive permanently or at least for as long as fate allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

They walked over to the wooden mesa where the bench vice was attached. It was no longer in the bury area at the entry to the ember cellar.

Overjoyed at the thinking 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 last time and before she changed her mind, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuffs, holding them unfaltering in training for their removal.

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

There was a garish smack as his hand smacked into her arse cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

"You need to pick up your lieu around here."he told her.

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

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

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

He removed her shorts and underclothing, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a scant time, returning with a bottleful of veggie oil.

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

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

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

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

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE !"she screamed."roll in the hay me normally if you're going to !"

Her lubricated, inviting hindquarters was right there waiting for him to seduce his move.

He poked his index finger's breadth in to her maw, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her face and pushed himself in.

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

He began the motion of egotistically pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the dignity of her defenceless trunk 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.

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

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

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

Pulling out and moving away from her, he anticipated that bodily fluids would soon run down her legs, so he told her to revoke her foundation as he put his own form fitting packer underdrawers on her to absorb any liquid.

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

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

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her buns cheek then walked away.

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

He got to bring immediately.

From a piece of scrap foghorn pipework, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a half inches wide, he then rounded the edges with a file to move over them a smooth conclusion that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a split up in the rings and bent them open a little, just enough to fit her wrist through.

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

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

After welding the mountain chain between the two soon to be cuffs, he took them over to the tabular array 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 remove those handcuffs without replacing them did you ?"he told her.

He threaded a piece of rope through the mob on the front man of her buckle down collar and tied it off around the frailty clamp under the table.

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

As her first wrist was freed, she found that because of the choker now holding her down, the most well-fixed thing she could do was to place her arm under her chest and rest on her elbow.

She did the same with the other arm when her bit wrist 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 tear the safety pin out from between the springiness of her collar as she swung her legs around to stand following to him at the position of the vice.

With her body still out to over due to the suddenly rophy through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her headspring and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the weight of her jumper pulling on the rope attached to her collar, she could only watch as he put the open cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

"Other hand please."He said, holding up the turnup at the diametric end of the welded chain.

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

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a xii inch long Chain welded to each of the handlock around her wrists. Each cuff had a slight gap where they had sprung back open a piffling after being released from the frailty jaws. This gap was only a few millimetres, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the thick metal circle that had needed a vice to shut it, wouldn't budge without some sorting of instrument. That would be her next deputation she thought, go and find some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any habiliment over her turnup to spread over her top half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained soundless, ignoring his every word as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

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

He put his knee on her manacle range of mountains, pinning it to the electric chair between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her low lip.

He then threaded the cable tie through her nose pack and zip tied the two ringing together, pulling her freighter lip up over her top lip.

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

'' Oh now you want to spill 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 ringing on her collar and taking hold of her cuff Sir Ernst Boris Chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the security of her nose and lip rings joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a pair of heat resistant gauntlet manner baseball mitt next to her.

The baseball mitt were put on her hired man by tucking them tightly between her wrist and under the handlock, to prevent her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

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

The high temperature repellent gauntlet was now clamped tighter against her hide meaning it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would experience to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

He repeated the cognitive process around her early wrist, welding it closed as she watched in repugnance, knowing that resisting him would only realise things bad for her.

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

'' If you follow my direction I 'll move out your collar. '' he told her. `` Would you like that ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the spine of the smash and through the center link of her handcuff chemical chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to release your lips. If you want me to slay the apprehension then the get-go and only words that I want to hear from you are."

"Thank you for fucking my tail end 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 rear end 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 spread out her lip again.

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

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

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

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her apprehension so that he could remove the sheeny jewellery box screen, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

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

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

"The shoe collar will be on."He told her."However I may make an exception if you want, I could abscond the chain of your turnup to the table and you could join me for a bottle of vino ?"

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

"I'd erotic love that."She told him, cracking a short smile at the thought of having a more mixer sentence with him.

He drilled a kettle of fish through the tabular array at the contrary side to the vice and bolted the chain to the tabular array top so that she could arrive at far enough to her mouth but not underneath to loosen the nut.

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

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

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his number 1 undertaking was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in passion with this lighthouse. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so storm 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 secret entryway to this place when I was eight long time old."

"arcanum entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a minor she would move up the back from the coal root cellar and climb up down the run into the grim dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to run with so she would make for alone quietly in the cold musty way, letting her vision run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teen she experimented with stronger things and braved the staircase up to the illume elbow room where she stared at the stars for hour on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entry 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 grant 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 radiocommunication call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonic ABC's. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the alphabet because we are number ten out of XVI lighthouse along this stretchability of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the rampart of the ember basement and in the burrow leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on legion occasions, I find it passive but scarily exciting at the same time, I've had the unwarranted of dreams down there. I have also slept up stairs in the uncivilized of storms."

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

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

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

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the Ernst Boris Chain from the middle of the tabular array and went to accumulate his rechargeable bombardment lantern.

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

He didn't lock the chain to the dorsum of her belt but instead he put the whorl and key in his pocket and told her to precede the way.

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

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

The end of the burrow opened out into the turgid coal store area where the shelling lantern reflected from the Edward Douglas White Jr. walls, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

Now able to put up up properly she walked across to a wall with the Son's ‘ Juliet's Room'written, confirming her story.

In the quoin were thick-skulled alloy ladder stride embedded in the wall with upright perch for script rails ether side, leading up to her mysterious incoming which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the chamber at a proper angle to the entering tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a good deal of collapsed dirt."

They both ducked down and walked as far as they could until they could go no further. She pointed out the words Jay Jay on the wall and smiled at him.

He was hanging onto every word she said. The beacon had drawn him in so a great deal that he had to buy it at the auction sale and now, here was a girlfriend who was part of the history and to whom he was very much attracted.

book binding in the independent bedchamber 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 rightfulness now because as a child 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 answer your dream"he said smiling at her.

He took the padlock from his sac and dangled it in strawman of her eyes.

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

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

Her wide of the mark eyes had a kind of hopeful pleading expression in them as she pushed the chemical chain around the just metal balusters so that her wrists were touching around the book binding of the atomic number 26 pole.

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

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

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

With her alcohol tincture breath she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her pinny around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her clothing and helped her twist her thrill through before kissing her boozy lip again.

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

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

judgment by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more arcminute until he could hear her moaning turning faster and in high spirits pitched then using his pollex to stay with her arousal he looked up to speak to her.

"Would you be able-bodied to help me redesign the drawings so that we can get to this place our bedchamber ?"he asked then quickly got back to his clapper work.

She screamed out in rapture and he felt her expel some liquidity into his mouth, just before her legs collapsed sending her tail down onto his scrunch knees.

He could finger 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 grin 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 mean ?"she had to ask.

"There is something wizard about this place and you."He replied."I want to restrain you as function of it."“ will you help me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Do we get to go ?"she replied.

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

The adjacent morning he woke to recover her sitting at the table with her manacle in front of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the genuine mental object of the photo."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the ember cellar.

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

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

Moving along, the flick had an iron framed two-bagger bed pushed up against the gabardine washed stone paries with the belittled 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 Lapplander rush, socks, shorts and bash, with her enceinte knocker on show after being slightly enhanced using a little artistic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the wall with standardised cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her school principal and her mortise joint chained slightly spread apart with shackles attached to the wall at storey level.

Next to her chained exposed consistency, in the collapsed tunnel was the john but the tunnel entry now had measure across it with a lockable gate to introduce and exit.

To the right of the picture was the main entrance tunnel which now also had parallel bars and a lockable logic 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 .