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

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

Being the only individual at the auction who was volition to commit to the obligation of renovating and maintaining the historic structure meant that he won the bidding straight away without competition.

using money borrowed from his parents and the cant, it was to be his heart filled project converting it into a abode for him to live, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at Night time.

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

In early June, two hebdomad into the project, the entree way had been cordoned off with temporary worker metal fencing for base hit reasons and a observance saying ‘ Footway closed until deep September ’.

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

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only if answer to progress his project further was to replace the compressor.

Three 60 minutes later he returned to feel that the fencing had been disturbed and the beacon light door was open. This clock time the inside of the beacon light had been ransacked.

The electric refrigerator was door undefendable slightly and with a lilliputian bit more investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his milk cartonful. He also noticed that both of his barrage drills had been stolen meaning another show stopple for the job.

Ensuring he locked the door this sentence, he was livid as he had to liquidate the afternoon out again buying a alternate drill.

In a arcsecond hand memory he found a suitable recitation 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 counter amongst former pocket-size items, a duad of handlock for sale.

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

"margin 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.

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

He'd have paid the entire price but just wanted to barter a heap for the fun of it. The cuffs would be Charles Frederick Worth much more if they helped him grok the culprit who was vandalising his edifice site.

He began shouting vulgarism when he returned to feel the vandal had visited again and this time some of his building supply had been thrown all over the rock-and-roll on the shoring line.

Early the adjacent first light he drove his van away from the light mansion and walked back so that he could lay in postponement to catch the culprit.

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

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

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

She was wearing black Dr St. Martin bang, high waist light naughty skinny stretch jeans and a rainbow coloured paradiddle neck long arm woollen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her recollective brown hair's-breadth with a thin blue whisker streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make up 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 script appear around the door, he was fix and quickly snapped one of the manacle tightly around the wrist that followed.

She was so shocked her solid body froze as she looked down at her mitt and then up to Mike.

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

He pushed her back against the branding iron banister railing that ran with the steps, all the way around the wall of the flier construction from the floor to the glass get off room at the very top.

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

Still shocked with the skepticism 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 sleeve behind her back.

Before she knew it her former wrist was locked in the innocent handlock and he stepped away, letting go of her.

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

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

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

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

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

There was no camera but he thought he'd try and play a joke on a confession out of her.

It worked.

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

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her offenses."vandalism ! Destruction of someone else's belongings ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You skillful start talking."

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

"Do you make love how much ass money you've monetary value me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my rear pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a credit card wallet from one of her back air pocket and her phone 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 topical anaesthetic confidence paperwork she'd been contesting"Are you mike ?"

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your figure before."he said,"You're that pain sensation in the tail end dame who's been objecting to all my planning covering 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 place I come to worship the stars."

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

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

He then repeated the procedure on her other leg, admiring the tightness of her denim and the embodiment of her legs as he stood back up again.

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

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

"You owe me recompense for all of your damage."He said."So I'm making sure you don't have any little prank 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 get ahead his attraction to wreak in her favour.

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

Strangely the first thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his case was her breathing space. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his mind into a quick ‘ wow'import 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 total and aid you ?"

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

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

One more accidental inhalant of her sweet breath had him hooked.

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

In her mind she knew that he was right. This caused a footling flutter in her loin from down below. She had to answer him quickly.

"If you think you're man plenty short 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 shank and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a looking at for gas pedal then shall we ?"he said, knowing good 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 finger inside her bra loving cup to feel 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 child would.

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The look of shyness and embarrassment on his cheek told her otherwise.

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

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

"So here I am then."She smiled."I'm chained up here, all available and at your clemency. Do your worst. register 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 adult female before.

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

He looked her in the middle and then at her sweet smelling mouth, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the orchis in the center of the nose 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 pair of pair of pliers to remove it and to fit it."

She could finger him trembling. The realism of this situation was obviously getting to him.

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

This was now the avenue she would lead him down.

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

He put his hands around her waistline and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly habilitate buttocks cheeks.

She planted her oral fissure on his backtalk and pushed her clapper inside him.

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

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

"I'm not letting you escape if that's what your biz 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 show you what a cleaning lady really wants."She told him."I won't try to break loose. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the cuff swung open she bolted for the door, ripping the cuffs from his hands as he was trying to move out 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 wall behind the door, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the open handcuff swinging from her wrist.

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her free radiocarpal joint again, this time with her hands 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"throne is there."

As she began the prolonged unconscious process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the corkscrew staircase, pushing the principal of it up against the balustrade railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

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

He went to remove one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his air pocket he noticed it was bent. On further review 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 tube in his fingerbreadth. This was a problem as now she will have to be cut free.

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

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

She raised her arms above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her vertebral column so that he would n't be able to resist her availability and ‘ his first base time'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting range of mountains in the middle of the cuff and then around the metal bar of the banister. The whole banister clanged with the noise of the lock chamber 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 sweet taste 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 apparel and lay down next to her on the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

"proceeds my dungaree off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his face as he struggled to take out the blind drunk fitting denim from her ramification, all the time pretending that this was pattern for him, as though he'd done it lots of times before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to stop with the jeans and remove her footwear first. She started to finger sorry for the guy. It was amusing the amount of clip it took him to strip her lower berth one-half naked.

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

This was going to be like sleeping with a comedian she thought, changing her feel to actually wanting sex with him, she again felt a hoo-hah from down below.

"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 commiseration on him.

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

His spitting action mechanism 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 as he pushed himself all the way in with his offset stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

She turned her fountainhead and stole a buss 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 palpate 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 cuff are staying on, I'll wipe you myself."He said.

"So are you going to curry 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 flunk attempts to get it right.

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

Next came the dungaree. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

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

Mike cut the legs of her jeans away on a slight diagonal Angle having the tenacious part in the middle of the denim and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the rosehip. With four column inch of denim left below the genitals he turned each leg up one column inch at a fourth dimension and held them up with degenerate drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small touch as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE ass wealthy person YOU DONE TO MY blue jean ?"she shouted."Do you know how much they cost ?"

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

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is unlawful incarceration and that initiatory ass of yours reckoning as rapine !"

Mike stood there in shock whilst what she just said sank in.

"Undo these handcuff !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

He took her to an adjacent elbow room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof orbit like a wet elbow room or small swimming pool, designed to get and contain any Diesel spillages from the fuel storage tank which had been removed years ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

There were no windows in this country, but it was almost capable programme as there was no bulwark between the pirogue spill containment pit they were now standing in and the rest of the lighthouse.

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

The table had a workshop frailty temporarily attached to one side of it in the centre 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 the table.

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

She understood the logical system and reached over the width of the table, resting her elbows ether side of the frailty so that he could clamp the handcuffs and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both turnup at the same time over the part where the lockup mechanism was, with the chain down in to the vice and the hinge of both handcuff pointing up.

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

rightfield now I'm dependable he thought but if I set her spare she will get me arrested, completing her political campaign to stop this renovation projection which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison sentence, he changed his judgement. He had no doubts that she would go straight to the police if he allowed her to.

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curvature of her 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."ejaculate on. Cut these matter off."

He put the saw down and skid his little finger up and inside the bottom of her shorts, running it along the lowest constituent of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim raiment fundament and stroked the smooth flesh inside her leg at the top just before the indent caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her tegument at both position, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch in-between her legs.

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

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

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

"If you cut these handcuff off I'll shtup you again."

"No. I want to get it on you over this table."He said.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

beingness careful not to lie with his principal on the frailty 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 backtalk against hers and she gave in. She pushed her clapper all the way in to his mouth, breathing More and more with child through her nose as the kiss continued. She could feel his erection 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 manus on her posterior he slid them over her hips, around to her nominal head and stopped on the top push of her shorts.

"I might try a different hole 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 knob around here."He said then picked up a coil of rope.

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

repeating this on her other ankle, he spread her branch wide 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 board top.

"Ok, we can pee 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 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 asshole once with his right hand.

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

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

"well untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her ankle he ran both his hands along the voiced tegument of her leg, all the way up to her fork where he rubbed his finger's breadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his dentition into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed arse cheeks.

"Consider yourself under punishment."He said standing and speaking softly into her ear."Besides, I won't be long."

"YOU CAN'T leave-taking ME LIKE THIS !"she screamed."Just fuck me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden stairs leaving her there with her wooden leg spread wide of the mark apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her sign of the zodiac keys he convinced himself that he had to go check her place out.

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

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

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

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

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

The immediate finish was not to rob the office but to remove any item that if a family phallus or even the police where to look around, would realize it attend like she had packed her necessary 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 underclothes, cosmetics and medication of the sort that a woman might take away with her when going traveling.

His guilty impression whilst rummaging through her personal self-possession 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 unlike size and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange pencil eraser tape on a roll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small burnished jewellery box, her passport, camber cards, soup-strainer and anything else this hippy missy might charter traveling with her. The sole matter he didn't face pack was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would discover which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A chemise dog with a love pump on it sitting on her bed caught his care as a token gesture to film her so he stuffed it in the courtship font with the residue of her gear.

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

He stopped for food on his way back home.

On entering the lighthouse he could hear her calling for him to unfreeze 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 heart of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the belt loops all the way around her shorts and fastened the buckle at her rear.

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

As she assisted herself by using her hands on the wooden top, having her wooden leg still bound bed cover apart, he walked back around the mesa and took hold of the strand between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the chain, securing her hands to the belt at waist height in straw man of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the warp which was now in the belittled of her back.

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

The dugout area they were standing in was five feet lower than the main floor. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the wall so the side by side matter he did was snarf the step up out of the room.

Above the paired wall to where the footmark had been was a tunnel leading to the archetype coal cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden whole step underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the other equipment up and out of the room, including the table and frailty, leaving the two of them standing in this five groundwork deep sunken domain with no means of getting out.

Having the use of his arms meant that he could rise up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no chance with her wrists cuffed to her waistline in battlefront of her.

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden footfall back down into the drop down elbow room he was able to guide her into the independent lighthouse tower way where she sat down to eat.

"I went to pull together some of your things."He said, opening the suit vitrine in strawman of her."I found some matter to items."

He held the humble shiny jewellery box in his hand. It was three inch long and one and a half in wide with the lid being the all top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the round off silver.

He slid the lid away from the posterior, pulled out a twosome of small glazed pliers and held them up in movement of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nose ring"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

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

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

The rivet was made up of a silver looking dead bar joined to a big round categorical collection plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny dome at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewellery box and picked out another musical composition. This one had the same large saucer at one end of the shiny silver medal spear but the component part that screwed off had a orb with a ash gray ring going through it, like a tiny half column inch diameter towel ring.

He unscrewed the tintinnabulation 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 macho-man from the end.

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

arrival 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 ring in home of the vaulted stud on the end of the atomic number 47 shaft poking through her lip.

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

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"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 char all day turned me prison bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a constabulary cleaning lady in the boldness with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental dissent in Jack London. It drew blood from her wind and I was charged. Because I showed no self-reproach and refused to apologise I received three months inside."

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

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

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

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad Malus pumila fan ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the concatenation of her manacle above her oral sex to the alloy railing of the handrail again.

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

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

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

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

"Nice try."He replied, then wandered over to the 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 osculate each early ?"he joked.

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

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

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her fountainhead and stripping her lower one-half defenseless apart from her heavy boots and socks.

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

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

"bisexual person have to continually lick that spot right there with their tongue."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He moved his groin right up to her face.

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

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

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

Looking around the pharos for aspiration he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could create a shackle for her ankle and keep her chained up somewhere. This estimation changed to possible wrist joint bond when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the tube would be too small for an ankle joint but ideal for a wrist.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and sweater back down from up over her chief and opened the whorl holding the handcuff range of mountains to the metal railing at the top of the bed.

After using the toilette, she put her wearing apparel back on.

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her rear he took the lock and threaded it through the trap in the belt at the nominal head of her waist.

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

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

Click.

Her hands were now locked to the belt at her waistline again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden footfall into the bury bund region in front of the coal root cellar burrow and lifted the steps out again so that she could not startle out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware storage he picked out a seven column inch diameter hose clamp of the even up stylus for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on grummet ring alike in design but enceinte than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her low-toned lip. He then picked out two latent hostility springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a pocket-size striptease of public square alloy bar from a scrap Fe gate to make a spatial arrangement pin. Then he removed the piece of tail from the two ends of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the slice of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the second power pin in position he then took one of the tension give and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clinch 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 bottom of the clamp.

Fitting the springs on the top and hindquarters out of the way of the square pin holding the ends of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clinch springs would immediately contract bridge, tightening the band up.

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded kettle of fish through the middle of the square pin and screwed the shining eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to rip the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden whole tone back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the opposite English, standing in nominal head of the old coal bunker tunnel.

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new contraption in his hands, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her stifle. He then fitted the public square pin in between the two oddment of the clamp, followed by the first spring. Again he had to use puppet to help him pull out the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the second spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the phone of a assault and battery drill shortly before he returned with the shiny footling rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

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

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll show you."He said, putting his finger through the ring, pulling the square bar and the bright cover 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.

"fuck HELL GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT piece of ass HURTS."

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

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

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the roach and began tying her articulatio talocruralis together then pulled the circle over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her eubstance slightly diagonally across the bed.

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

"Oh no. delight no."she said.

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

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

The banister began making dissonance as she struggled against her handcuff, trying once more to overstretch her articulatio radiocarpea through but to no avail, they were just too tight. The rope holding her legs down was pulled so fast that any total of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her headland from position to side, trying to make it out of the question for him to extend but she remain still when he told her that the initiative natural spring was in topographic point and he might accidently secrete the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tautness spring in position he could feel her hyperventilating with fear. The natural covering from her jewellery box lid was adjacent, followed by the fucking in hoop, holding it in place.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will cause that soft, beautiful legal tender neck of yours to be so compress 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 brim, forcing his tongue inside her backtalk to make his point.

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

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

The burnished metal set complimented her beautifull suave skin as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the straw man, the springiness and trigger mechanism were hidden by the glossy ellipse shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her name Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the middle of the dustup Jay and Jay was the doughnut, swinging down like a great version of her small lip piercing.

He untied her pegleg and released her hands from the handrail railing above her head.

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

"I won't really bit. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a cheep whore. I was only trying to keep a sense of lordliness about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a unspoilt piddling harlot and not suffice 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 man of her face.

With one hand on the apprehension gang and his other on the vertebral column of her principal, he guided his cock into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had other ideas.

With both deal on the back of her nous, he pushed himself in to the vertebral column of her back talk, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull up away but he held her tight, unable to catch one's breath for the few seconds it took him to empty his loading beyond her lingua, all the way down the rear of her throat.

It was a horrifying experience for her but there was no way she could arrest 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 viva sex to be able to compare her with.

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

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

There was a quick succession of clicks from both sides of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelets, locking them stringent around her carpus.

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

They both studied the cuff which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanics and on the tightest stage setting. They both knew that there was only one resolution if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

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

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

However, he had other plans.

There was no way in the world he was going to let this little hoarded wealth get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was open of with that sweet minuscule rima oris of hers.

He had a plan.

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

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

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

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the table again after go sentence and before she changed her idea, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuffs, holding them sweetie in preparation for their removal.

She knew something was going wrongfulness when he walked around to her English of the tabular array and stood behind her.

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh squat, she thought, how poor fish of me. I've been tricked again.

"I'm sorry."She said. I was a bit blow out of the water. I didn't mean it."“ Please don't take it personally."

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

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

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

"I'm sure we could run 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 short and underclothes, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a short prison term, returning with a bottle of vegetable oil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He poked his exponent digit in to her fix, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her face 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 self-regard of her defenceless body More and more with each stroke.

The notion of a reverse diddley 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 cockeyed slippery hind end hole he continued pumping in and out whilst she cried and begged, stretched out over the table, cuffed and helpless against his fucking frenzy.

minutes later he was pulling back on her articulatio coxae 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 corporeal fluids would soon run down her stage, so he told her to overturn her feet as he put his own mannikin fitting boxer shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there cry, wearing his cotton boxer short pants, 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 mesa, with her carpus restrained once more than by the cuff in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

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

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse cheek then walked away.

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

He got to go immediately.

From a objet d'art of scrap foghorn piping, he cut two Mexican valium from the end, each of them one and a half inches wide, he then rounded the edges with a file to cave in them a tranquil close that wouldn't vexation against her skin.

He then cut a split in the anchor ring and bent them open a piddling, just enough to fit her wrist joint through.

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

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

After welding the Ernst Boris Chain between the two soon to be cuffs, he took them over to the table 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 closed chain on the front of her slave collar and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her first wrist was freed, she found that because of the choker now holding her down, the most comfy 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 second wrist was cut free.

"Lay on the mesa and twirl your peg around to this side."He told her.

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not take out the safety device pin out from between the springs of her apprehension as she swung her stage around to stick out next to him at the side of the vice.

With her body still knack over due to the unawares rophy through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the exercising weight of her jumper pulling on the R-2 attached to her collar, she could only follow as he put the capable cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

"early handwriting please."He said, holding up the handcuff at the opposite end of the welded chain.

She was expecting something to hurt her but that didn't happen, he just wound the frailty closed and encased her former radiocarpal joint in the glistening alloy circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the crapper she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a XII in long concatenation welded to each of the turnup around her wrist. Each handcuff had a slight gap where they had sprung back open a piddling 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 cuffs open but the thick alloy traffic circle that had needed a frailty to close it, wouldn't budge without some kind of tools. That would be her next mission she thought, go and find some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't capable to put on any clothing over her cuffs to encompass her top one-half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained silent, ignoring his every Word of God as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jumper around her neck so that the sleeves were covering voice of her nakedness and picked up a small cablegram tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his genu on her handcuff chain, pinning it to the chair between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the little slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

He then threaded the cable television service tie through her nose doughnut and zip tied the two hoop together, pulling her bottom lip up over her top lip.

She tried to say something but only a mussitation came from the slope of her mouth.

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

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

He took her over to the vice and told her to hold back there.

She tested the security of her nose and lip tintinnabulation joined by the line tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a twain of heat resistant gauntlet style gloves next to her.

The gloves were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her carpus and under the cuffs, to prevent her from being burnt by the hotness from the welder.

He then tightened the handlock fully closed in the frailty and welded the two sides of the rotary together.

The rut insubordinate gantlet was now clamped tighter against her skin meaning it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would bear to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

He repeated the cognitive process around her other wrist, welding it closed as she watched in horror, knowing that resisting him would only make things worse for her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

As she turned he could see that the concatenation was not too unforesightful and that when he held it up to above her arse she would be capable to lay on her back without the handlock pressing into her.

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the belt loops of her underdrawers the correct 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 back of the knock and through the in-between link of her manacle strand before snapping it shut.

Reminding her who has control by gently touching the mob 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 withdraw the collar then the first and only words that I want to hear 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 can this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' He repeated. `` If you say anything else, the catch stays on. Understand ? ``

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her collar so that he could remove the shiny jewelry box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

victimisation plyer he disarmed the choker and removed it from around her cervix. She shivered when she saw it in his hand.

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

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

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

"The collar will be on."He told her."However I may attain an exception if you want, I could gobble the mountain chain of your manacle to the tabular array and you could join me for a bottle of vino ?"

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

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

He drilled a gob through the mesa at the opposite side to the frailty and bolted the string to the mesa top so that she could reach far enough to her back talk but not underneath to untie the nut.

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

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

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

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

"Secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a minor she would annul the blanket from the coal root cellar and rise down the run into the dark dirty cavern. She had no ally around here to play with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her imagery run state of nature. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a stripling she experimented with secure matter and braved the staircase up to the light up room where she stared at the mavin for time of day on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a Brobdingnagian part of my life has been taken from me. Almost like the Death of my previous friend."

As the intoxicant flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to allow anybody to destroy her puerility 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 land radio yell augury for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning column and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the first rudiment because we are number ten out of sixteen pharos along this stretch of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the walls of the coal cellar and in the tunnels leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous social occasion, I find it passive but scarily exciting at the Same time, I've had the baseless of dreams down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

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

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"show me."

He un-bolted the mountain chain from the centre of the table and went to take in his rechargeable battery lantern.

When he returned she had stepped over her strand and was waiting for him to mesh her helping hand behind her back so that he wouldn't put the fear leash on her.

He didn't lock the mountain range to the vertebral column of her belt but instead he put the whorl and key in his pocket and told her to lead the way.

When at the fanny of the wooden stair he dragged the footprint across the dug out area so they could climb up into the entranceway of the coal wine cellar tunnel.

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

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

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

In the corner were thick alloy run gradation embedded in the wall with vertical poles for hand rails ether side, leading up to her cloak-and-dagger entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel 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 down of crumple dirt."

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

He was hanging onto every Christian Bible she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so a lot that he had to buy it at the auction sale and now, here was a girl who was section of the history and to whom he was very much attracted.

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

"You know."She said"It's ironic that me and you are standing here like this right hand 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 dreams"he said smiling at her.

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

She took a short circuit 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 alternative of heading for the tunnel but instead she chose to back away from him and lure him over to the niche where the ladder was fixed to the wall.

Her wide middle had a kind of hopeful pleading looking in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal handrail so that her wrists were touching around the binding of the Fe pole.

He fed the padlock through the connectedness where the two sides of the Chain met immediately behind the handrail.

Holding the open ringlet in his hired man he stood in presence of her with his lips almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol infused breath she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jumper around her cervix, he kissed her and unfastened her smash, followed by her short circuit. He lowered her clothing and helped her pull her the boot through before kissing her drunken lips again.

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

He parted her sassing and went searching for her G daub and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her respiration, he was doing well so he continued for a few to a greater extent minutes until he could hear her moaning turning faster and eminent pitched then using his quarter round to continue with her stimulation he looked up to verbalise to her.

"Would you be able to facilitate me redesign the drawings so that we can make this piazza our sleeping accommodation ?"he asked then quickly got back to his lingua work.

She screamed out in XTC and he felt her rout some liquid state into his mouthpiece, just before her ramification collapsed sending her tail down onto his scrunch knees.

He could experience her vibration 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 case 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 blank space and you."He replied."I want to keep you as part of it."“ Will you help me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

They laughed as they climbed down the stairs and dragged them around to wax back up into the chief lighthouse.

The next break of day he woke to find 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 excellent pencil work of her design sketch.

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

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

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

It was a panoramic draught of the coal cellar.

first on the left with the run from the secret entree, it showed a log burning stove with the lamp chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was hopeful galvanic firing shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the picture had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the snowy washed Edward Durell Stone wall with the small aid to detail graffito reading Juliet's elbow room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the Saame boots, wind sleeve, short and smash, with her larger tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a slight aesthetic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the rampart with similar manacle to what he had made for her, just above her headway and her ankles chained slightly spread apart with trammel attached to the rampart at floor level.

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

To the rightfulness of the picture was the main entree burrow which now also had bars and a lockable logic gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

"Do you like it ?"She replied with a grinning on her nerve .