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

He became tempted by an old Light sign on the Confederate States western United States coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

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

victimisation money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his heart filled labor converting it into a plate 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 calendar week into the project, the access path had been cordoned off with temporary metal fence for safety grounds and a bill saying ‘ Footway closed until late Sept ’.

One morning time microphone was returning after picking up supplies in his whiteness van when he noticed that the fencing had been moved whilst he was out.

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the lone reply to progress his project further was to replace the compressor.

trinity hours later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the pharos threshold was open. This time the inside of the beacon light had been ransacked.

The fridge was door open slightly and with a piffling bit more than probe, he found that bleach had been poured into his milk carton. He also noticed that both of his battery drills had been stolen meaning another display conversation stopper for the job.

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

In a second handwriting store he found a suitable drill at a bargain toll, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the riposte amongst former small token, a couplet of handcuffs for sale.

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

"cry 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 deal to shake off on it.

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

He began shouting smut when he returned to find the vandals had visited again and this clock time some of his building supplying had been thrown all over the John Rock on the shore line.

Early the succeeding daybreak he drove his van away from the light-colored house and walked back so that he could lay in postponement to catch the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with farseeing hair heading towards the fencing but not wanting to get captivate looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the look door ready to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the variety which would allow the pharos to be converted to a private place and had actively campaigned against all the planning covering throughout the whole process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin boot, high waistline light drab underweight stretch blue jean and a rainbow coloured roll neck long arm woollen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her long brownish tomentum with a lean blue air hair streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

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

It was unlocked.

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

She was so shocked 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 matter, he simply wrapped his blazon around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the coiling staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron bannister railings that ran with the steps, all the way around the wall of the circular building from the base to the glassful light room at the very top.

"GET YOUR screw paw behind YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straight person in the face.

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

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

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

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only handcuff her hired hand behind her but also around one of the alloy balusters saloon that she was leaning against.

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

Because Mike wasn't expecting a woman, he had to be 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 attribute ?"He said.

"I came across two bombardment exercise 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 tv camera but he thought he'd try and pull a fast one 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.

"larceny !"He began, listing all of her offence."vandalism ! Destruction of soul else's holding ! break and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You comfortably start talking."

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

"Do you lie with how much fucking money you've toll me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my back pocket."She told him.

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

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your name before."he said,"You're that hurting in the fanny lady who's been objecting to all my planning applications for renovating this position aren't you ?"

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

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

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

He then repeated the process on her former leg, admiring the meanness of her jeans and the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of her legs as he stood back up again.

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

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

"You owe me compensation for all of your damage."He said."So I'm making trusted you don't have any lilliputian fast one 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 attracter to act in her favour.

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

Strangely the first off thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his face was her breath. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his judgment into a quick ‘ wow'bit 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 add up and facilitate 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 aspiration of her dulcet breath had him hooked.

"aspect like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his eubstance search over her arse cheeks with his hands.

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

"If you think you're man sufficiency little boy."She replied.

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

He moved his hands up from her nates 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 approach pattern knitted jumper.

She frowned at him when he tried to put his finger inside her bra cup to palpate her tits.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

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

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

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

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

He tried to await experienced by putting one manus in her crotch.

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the oculus and then at her dulcet redolent rima oris, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the ball in the middle of the nose doughnut 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 especial pair of pair of pliers to remove it and to fit it."

She could feel him trembling. The realness of this situation was obviously getting to him.

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

This was now the avenue she would take him down.

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

He put his workforce around her shank and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly enclothe arse cheeks.

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

He pulled her in ending and locked sass with her. She could palpate his growing erection pressing firmly against her.

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

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

"If you cuff my hands in front of me so that I can use the john, then I'll come back and register you what a fair sex 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 eyes, kissed her again and pulled out the undivided key from his pocket.

As soon as the handcuff swung open she bolted for the door, ripping the cuffs from his hands as he was trying to absent 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 cuff swinging from her wrist.

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her exempt wrist again, this time with her hands in front of her.

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

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

He pointed to a threshold and said"john is there."

As she began the drawn-out process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the spiraling staircase, pushing the capitulum of it up against the banister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

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

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

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

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

She raised her arms above her pass 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 resist her handiness and ‘ his low gear meter'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the middle of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the handrail. The solid banister clanged with the haphazardness of the lock snapping shut.

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

He lay on top of her and began kissing her fresh try out 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 dress and lay down next to her on the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Take my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his cheek as he struggled to withdraw the tight appointment jeans from her legs, all the sentence pretending that this was formula 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 move out her footwear first. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of clip it took him to clean her lower half naked.

"Can you lift my sweater above my psyche and polish off 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 flutter from down below.

"candy kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

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

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

She anticipated and accepted the pain sensation as he pushed himself all the way in with his first stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

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

clip to begin faking it she thought and so began to moan.

It worked. It didn't take foresightful 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 cuffs are staying on, I'll wipe you myself."He said.

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

She laughed and laughed at his betray attempts to get it right.

Eventually the bra was on heterosexual person and her jump shot was pulled down again.

Next came the jean. The fearsome jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

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

microphone cut the branch of her jeans away on a slight diagonal angle having the longest parting in the center of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the hips. With four in of denim left below the fork he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with truehearted drying superglue. A mo one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small-scale spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE FUCK rich person YOU DONE TO MY JEANS ?"she shouted."Do you bonk how a great deal they cost ?"

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

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is wrongful imprisonment and that first of all fuck of yours numeration as colza !"

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

"Undo these cuffs !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined jean from his deal and pulled them on over her pelvic arch, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much well-heeled than when they were full length jeans.

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

He took her to an neighboring room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a plastered waterproofed arena like a wet elbow room or small swimming pool, designed to catch and hold any Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel spillages from the fuel warehousing tank which had been removed long time ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

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

She could see amongst former fabric being stored in this drop country, a heavy old wooden dining table.

The table had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one face of it in the midsection of its rectangular length, held securely in berth with a piece of tail pissed clamp, tightened from underneath the dense wooden top.

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

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

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

He tightened the vice bag on both cuffs at the Lapp sentence over the part where the locking mechanism was, with the range of mountains down in to the vice and the hinge of both cuffs pointing up.

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

rightfield now I'm safety he thought but if I set her innocent she will get me arrested, completing her cause to stop this restoration project which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a at length prison time, he changed his mind. He had no doubts that she would go straight to the police force if he allowed her to.

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curvature of her rear end 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."semen on. Cut these affair off."

He put the saw down and slid his trivial finger up and inside the tail of her shortstop, running it along the lowest part of her bunghole cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad arse and stroked the smooth pulp inside her leg at the top just before the indentation caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her pelt at both face, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch middle her legs.

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

"What ?"She said."Don't be ludicrous. You've just had your first gustatory sensation of a charwoman that's all."

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

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

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

He lay on the table on his back. She allowed him to push 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 head on the vice he said"I want to smack your sweetness one more time."

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

Without replying he pressed his lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her natural language all the way in to his backtalk, breathing Thomas More and more heavy through her poke as the kiss continued. She could feel his erection poking her in the venter through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hands on her arse he slid them over her pelvic girdle, around to her strawman and stopped on the top button of her shorts.

"I might try a different golf hole this time."He said as he was about to pop the button open.

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

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

Keeping his distance he wrapped a cringle of roach around her right ankle and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a tabular array leg.

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

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

Looking at her depressed half bed covering 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 nooky buttocks HOLE !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

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

She twisted her wrists in the handlock 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 mortise joint he ran both his hands along the soft cutis of her leg, all the way up to her privates where he rubbed his fingerbreadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his dentition into one of her two, beautiful helplessly expose posterior cheeks.

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

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS !"she screamed."Just have intercourse me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden stairs leaving her there with her legs counterpane wide apart and her wrist joint cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her theatre keys he convinced himself that he had to go break her spot out.

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

With her headphone and samara in his hand, he closed the lighthouse doorway 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 edifice in a row of terrace planetary house with a fence around the driveway providing ample secrecy from any on looking neighbour.

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

The immediate destination was not to rob the property but to remove any items that if a mob member or even the constabulary where to look around, would make it calculate like she had packed her requirement and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a grip with underclothes, cosmetics and medicine of the sort that a cleaning woman might use up away with her when going traveling.

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

It was her sex box containing three different size and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some foreign caoutchouc tape on a coil.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a lowly shining jewelry box, her passport, bank cards, soup-strainer and anything else this flower child young woman might involve traveling with her. The only thing he didn't coterie was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would detect which wearing apparel were not missing ? He thought.

A chemise dog with a have a go at it substance on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a relic gesture to learn her so he stuffed it in the suit example with the quietus of her gear.

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

He stopped for solid food on his way back home.

On entering the beacon light he could hear her calling for him to release her before he even set center on her.

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

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

"You want out do you ?"he asked.

"Yes please."She snivelled quietly.

He took off his leather bang and hammered a pickle through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the rap 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 kettle of fish, now at her forepart that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the mesa and opened the vice, releasing the handlock from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a small amount of freedom so she could try and stand up again.

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

She didn't resist as he snapped the ignition lock shut around the range, securing her bridge player to the belt at shank height in strawman of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the warp which was now in the small of her back.

Untying her ankle from the table branch allowed her to stand up up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five feet take down than the main floor. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the bulwark so the succeeding thing he did was swipe the footmark up out of the room.

Above the opposite wall to where the footmark had been was a tunnel leading to the original coal cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden steps underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the early equipment up and out of the elbow room, including the table and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five metrical unit deep sunken region with no agency of getting out.

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

Before climbing out he stood behind her, put his arm around her waist and handed her the teddy 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 dance step back down into the sunken room he was capable to steer her into the primary pharos tower way where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the humble shiny jewellery box in his bridge player. It was three inches long and one and a half inches full with the lid being the whole top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the refined silver.

He slid the lid away from the merchantman, pulled out a pair of small shiny plyers and held them up in forepart of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nose tintinnabulation"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 tail lip of hers that he had kissed so passionately but never before noticed that it was pierced.

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

The stud was made up of a silver looking short circuit bar joined to a magnanimous troll apartment home base 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 piece. This one had the Lapplander declamatory magnetic disc at one end of the shiny silver shaft but the role that screwed off had a ball with a silver ring going through it, like a diminutive half inch diameter towel ring.

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

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

She opened her jaw so he could horn in the small shiny ray of light 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 capable to see her own lip, he screwed the ring in berth of the domed scantling on the end of the ash gray slam poking through her lip.

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

"Is that what it's called."He replied."strange pick 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 house bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a law cleaning lady in the case with my elbow as I turned around in a dogfight during an environmental protest in Jack London. It drew blood from her nuzzle and I was charged. Because I showed no self-reproach and refused to rationalise I received three month inside."

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

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

"You mean so bad that you have a go at it me ?"she replied.

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could interlock the Ernst Boris Chain of her handcuffs above her head teacher to the metal railing of the bannister again.

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

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

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

"Ok. You start by taking these manacle 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 private parts. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in side with his human knee inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals kiss each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"proceeds my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her head and stripping her lower half naked apart from her backbreaking iron boot and socks.

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

"Gently part my back talk and feel for my clitoris."She said and then continued to guide him to the rectify spot.

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

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

She squeezed her branch together, pressing against his pinna, holding his read/write 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 licking, stopping only when she released his brain and told him that he'd done well and that she'd had enough.

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

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

He moved his jetty right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his outset blow job and getting rejected by her terror, he kind of lost the moment 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 beacon for brainchild he wandered into the neighboring building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could make a hamper for her articulatio talocruralis and keep her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible articulatio radiocarpea hamper when he measured and realised that the inwardly diameter of the pipe would be too little for an ankle but ideal for a wrist.

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

It was a trend known as a T-bolt hose clinch, made from a thin metal dance orchestra with each end having a thicker art object of blade attached, housing a bolt which when screwed blotto brought the ends of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

He did the same with one of her radiocarpal joint, 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 ignition lock holding the handlock Ernst Boris Chain to the alloy rail at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the eyes for a abruptly 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 whole tone into the drop bund domain in front of the ember cellar tunnel and lifted the steps out again so that she could not leap out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware stock he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clamp of the correct style for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on eyelet ring standardised in excogitation but expectant than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her depressed lip. He then picked out two tension springiness from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a small strip of square alloy bar from a fleck smoothing iron gate to make a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two ending of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the tension give and struggled with his peter as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps metallic element band.

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

Fitting the springs on the top and bottom 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 bound would immediately contract, tightening the dance band up.

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

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

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

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new contraption in his script, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the public square pin in between the two ends of the clamp, followed by the outset outpouring. Again he had to use tools to assist him extract the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his finger's breadth. He then repeated this with the indorsement spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the sound of a assault and battery exercise shortly before he returned with the shiny little rectangular domed lid from her jewelry box.

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

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

"What the the pits is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll appearance you."He said, putting his fingerbreadth through the closed chain, pulling the square bar and the shiny cover out of the way of the springtime, 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.

"screwing Inferno GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT fuck HURTS."

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

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

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

He unlocked her handcuff from the belt ammunition and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her head to the balustrade again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

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

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

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

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

The bannister began making noises as she struggled against her handcuff, trying once more to overstretch her radiocarpal joint through but to no avail, they were just too tight. The R-2 holding her branch down was pulled so blind drunk that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head from side of meat to side, trying to produce it impossible for him to proceed but she remain still when he told her that the first off spring was in place and he might accidently let go the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the s tension give in position he could feel her hyperventilating with fear. The cover from her jewellery box lid was next, followed by the screw in annulus, holding it in topographic point.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will get that soft, 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 ring he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to hit his point.

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

He sat back and admired his William Christopher Handy work, proud of how master it looked.

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

At the movement, the saltation and trigger mechanism were hidden by the shining ellipse shaped jewelry box lid, inscribed with her name Jay Jay.

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

He untied her leg and released her hand from the banister railing above her head.

She ran to the toilet to look at the latest improver to her bondage.

"I won't really bit. I was being forbidding because you were making me find like a cheep cocotte. I was only trying to hold a horse 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 serious little whore and not answer me back."“ Understand ?"

"I'm sorry."She told him.

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

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

With one mitt on the collar ring and his former on the back of her straits, he guided his hammer 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 plenty to be able to talk.

"Just digest 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 capable to do a right 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, meaning that she was winning him over.

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

He had other ideas.

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

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, unable to breathe for the few seconds it took him to discharge his lode beyond her tongue, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both studied the handcuffs which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanics and on the tightest mount. They both knew that there was only one root 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 joint 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 seed she must have earned his sole. That blowjob 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 small hoarded wealth get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that mellisonant little oral cavity 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 turnup. He told her yes but the collar was staying on.

They walked over to the wooden board where the judiciary frailty was attached. It was no longer in the sunken area at the entrance to the ember cellar.

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the table again after finale clip and before she changed her creative thinker, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuffs, holding them stiff in planning for their removal.

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

There was a loud slap as his hand smacked into her arse cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

"I'm sorry."She said. I was a bit traumatize. 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 turnup were hurting me at the time."

His hands were now stroking the beautiful Prunus persica of her backside cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

He removed her shorts and underclothes, leaving her bang on then disappeared for a short prison term, returning with a nursing bottle of vegetable oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her pegleg apart slightly and poured a minuscule veg oil over her buns crack then massaged it in to her lips as it dribbled down around her crotch.

She tried tugging and twisting her wrists 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 erection pointing square towards her arse.

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

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

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

He poked his index finger in to her kettle of fish, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheeks 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 touch of a reverse shit was so uncomfortable and degrading that she broke down and began to cry.

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

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

hour 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 corporeal fluids would soon run down her leg, so he told her to lift her feet as he put his own form fitting packer short on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton fiber boxer trunks, shifting her weight unit 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 wrists restrained once more by the cuff in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weighting from one leg to the other 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 demise into his sex slave.

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse boldness then walked away.

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

He got to wreak immediately.

From a piece of scrap foghorn pipe, he cut two roofy from the end, each of them one and a half column inch wide, he then rounded the edges with a file to give them a smooth finish that wouldn't annoyance against her skin.

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

After cutting the liaison of a chain in half he took everything back into the pharos to weld the half links onto the lot, attaching the chain of mountains between them.

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

After welding the 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 concatenation rattled down on to the table.

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

He threaded a bit of rope through the mob on the front of her slave shoe 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 radiocarpal joint was freed, she found that because of the neckband now holding her down, the most comfy thing she could do was to station her arm under her pectus and rest on her elbow.

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

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making indisputable she did not pull in the safety pin out from between the springs of her collar as she swung her legs around to stand next to him at the side of the vice.

With her body still bent over due to the short roach through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened clay by the free weight of her jumper pull on the R-2 attached to her collar, she could only watch out as he put the open cuff in the frailty and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the bathroom she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a 12 column inch long chemical chain welded to each of the manacle around her radiocarpal joint. Each manacle had a slight gap where they had sprung back spread a little after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few millimeter, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the chummy alloy circle that had needed a vice to close down it, wouldn't budge without some sort of shaft. That would be her adjacent mission she thought, go and notice some tools.

She picked up her dress and ignored him, taking them over to the bed where she pulled on her underwear and trunks 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-bodied to put on any vesture over her cuffs to cover her top half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained silent, ignoring his every word as he periodically stared at her bare tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her wool pinafore around her neck so that the sleeves were covering role of her openness and picked up a little cable television service tie as she sat on a chair.

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

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

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

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

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the doughnut on her leash and taking hold of her cuff chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the security system of her nose and lip rings joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the tabular array, placing a dyad of heat resistant gauntlet fashion baseball glove next to her.

The baseball mitt were put on her handwriting by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the handlock, to prevent her from being burnt by the passion from the welder.

He then tightened the cuff fully closed in the vice and welded the two incline of the lap together.

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

He repeated the process around her other wrist, welding it closed as she watched in repulsion, knowing that resisting him would only get affair high-risk for her.

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

'' If you follow my instruction manual I 'll remove your collar. '' 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 length of the Ernst Boris Chain, she hesitantly crouched down to the floor and stepped over the chain of mountains then stood up again with the cuffs now behind her.

'' That 's proficient. '' 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 bottom she would be able to lay on her back without the cuffs pressing into her.

He picked up the whang and padlock, fed it through the belted ammunition loops of her shorts 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 belt and through the midway link of her handlock chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to loose your back talk. If you want me to remove the apprehension then the first off and only words that I want to get a line 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 bum this good afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' He repeated. `` If you say anything else, the choker stays on. realise ? ``

She nodded her head.

He reached for his cutlery and cut off the zip tie allowing her to open her mouthpiece again.

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

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

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

She was still neural of him as he unscrewed the annulus from the front of her collar so that he could withdraw the glazed jewelry box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

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

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

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

resultant role, she thought. This was all going in the proper direction.

"I'd honey that."She told him, cracking a little smile at the thought process of having a more social time with him.

He drilled a jam through the table at the diametrical side of meat to the vice and bolted the chain to the table top so that she could pass on far enough to her oral cavity but not underneath to relax the nut.

They sat opposite each former and he began pouring boastfully glasses of wine.

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

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

"I know exactly what you mean. How many lives has this old structure saved over the years ?"She said."I first discovered the closed book entrance to this plaza when I was eight years old."

"Secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a kid she would lift the back from the coal cellar and rise down the ravel into the dark dirty cavern. She had no champion around here to play with so she would bet alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teen she experimented with potent matter and braved the staircase up to the light elbow room where she stared at the stars for hours on end.

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

As the alcoholic beverage flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to set aside 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 birdsong polarity for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the ABC because we are identification number ten out of xvi lighthouses along this stretchability of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffito on the rampart of the coal cellar and in the tunnels leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasion, I find it passive but scarily exciting at the Saame metre, I've had the wildest of dream down there. I have also slept up stair in the violent of storms."

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

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"appearance me."

He un-bolted the concatenation from the centre of the table and went to collect his rechargeable battery lantern.

When he returned she had stepped over her mountain range and was waiting for him to lock her script behind her back so that he wouldn't put the awful collar on her.

He didn't lock the chain to the back of her whang but instead he put the lock and key in his pouch and told her to take the way.

When at the bottom of the wooden stairs he dragged the steps across the dug out area so they could go up up into the entrance of the coal basement tunnel.

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

The end of the tunnel opened out into the declamatory coal computer memory area where the battery lantern reflected from the white-hot paries, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the corner were thickly metal ladder measure embedded in the bulwark with upright rod for paw rails ether side, leading up to her secret entering which had now been capped off.

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

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a pile of collapsed 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 rampart and smiled at him.

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

Back in the primary chamber she walked all around, reminiscing, having her creative thinker filled with almost a lifespan of dreams.

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

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

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

She took a poor consumption of breath as she stared back at him with a beaming smiling 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 entice him over to the corner where the ladder was fixed to the wall.

Her wide of the mark eyes had a variety of bright pleading look in them as she pushed the chemical chain around the upright alloy handrail so that her wrists were touching around the back of the iron pole.

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

Holding the open lock in his manus he stood in front line of her with his lips almost touching hers.

"Let me get a line you say please."He said.

With her alcohol tincture breath she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jumper around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her bang, followed by her short pants. He lowered her clothing and helped her drag 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 lip and went searching for her G pip and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more hour until he could hear her moaning turning faster and in high spirits pitched then using his thumbs to continue with her foreplay he looked up to speak to her.

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

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

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

She looked at him in impact, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smile on his face was the freehanded 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 intend ?"she had to ask.

"There is something magical about this office and you."He replied."I want to keep you as part of it."“ will you help me ?"

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

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

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a farseeing 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 got to go ?"she replied.

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

The adjacent morning he woke to chance her sitting at the mesa with her turnup in social movement of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the actual capacity of the word-painting."Anything is possible."

Looking at the word-painting he was absolutely stunned at what he saw in front of him.

It was a bird's-eye drawing of the coal cellar.

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

There was bright galvanising lighting shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the picture had an Fe framed doubled bed pushed up against the Theodore Harold White washed stone wall with the small attention to detail graffiti reading Juliet's Room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same kicking, socks, underdrawers and swath, with her tumid tit on show after being slightly enhanced using a little aesthetic licence.

She was standing with her subdivision chained to the wall with standardized cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her nous and her ankles chained slightly spread apart with trammel attached to the bulwark at floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the cave in burrow was the bathroom but the burrow entrance now had bar across it with a lockable logic gate to enroll and exit.

To the rightfulness of the picture was the main entrance tunnel which now also had parallel bars and a lockable gate over it.

What the netherworld did she ambition 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 .