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

He became tempted by an old Light house on the southward west glide of England which was going up for sales agreement by auction.

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

exploitation money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his warmheartedness filled project converting it into a domicile for him to live on, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at night time.

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

In early June, two weeks into the project, the access path had been cordoned off with temporary alloy fence for guard reasons and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until later September ’.

One morning Mike was returning after picking up provision in his white 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 grimace, smashed beyond repair.

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

trey hours later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse doorway was heart-to-heart. This meter the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The fridge was doorway open slightly and with a little bit more than investigation, he found that blanching agent had been poured into his Milk carton. He also noticed that both of his battery drills had been stolen meaning another show stopper for the job.

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

In a indorsement hand store he found a suitable drill at a bargain cost, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the parry amongst former little token, a twain of handcuffs for sale.

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

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

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

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

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

He began shouting lewdness when he returned to incur the vandals had visited again and this clock time some of his building supplies had been thrown all over the rocks on the shore line.

Early the future morning he drove his van away from the light source home and walked back so that he could lay in wait to entrance the culprit.

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

He couldn't see and so was n't to jazz that his interloper was a woman.

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

She was wearing nigrify Dr Martin charge, high waist light blue skinny stretch jean and a rainbow coloured roll neck opening long arm woollen pullover. She had a garden pink laurel wreath in her long brown hair's-breadth with a lose weight bluing hair run, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to earn trusted the coast was well-defined before sneaking through the fence and trying the door handle.

It was unlocked.

He couldn't see who it was but as soon as he saw a hand appear around the door, he was set 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 weaponry around her breast, pinning her arms to her English then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the spiral staircase.

He pushed her back against the atomic number 26 banister railings that ran with the stair, all the way around the wall of the rotary building from the story to the glass weak way at the very top.

"GET YOUR fucking HANDS nates YOUR backrest !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

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

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

Before she knew it her other wrist was locked in the liberate handcuff and he stepped away, letting go of her.

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only cuff her hands behind her but also around one of the metal banister bars that she was leaning against.

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

Because Mike wasn't expecting a woman, he had to be for certain he wasn't making a mistake.

"Who the 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 battery practice session on the rocks yesterday and wondered if they might be yours."

"Really !"He said to her."Would you like a drinking 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 television camera but he thought he'd try and fob a confession out of her.

It worked.

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

"thieving !"He began, listing all of her offenses."hooliganism ! Destruction of mortal else's prop ! breakage and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You better start talking."

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

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

"In my back pocket."She told him.

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

Looking through her notecase he found her driving licence.

"Juliet Jones."He said."And you're XXX 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 figure before."he said,"You're that pain in the arse dame who's been objecting to all my provision applications for renovating this place aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her look pocket, removing her house keys and some cash, placing the item on a table.

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

He then repeated the cognitive process on her other leg, admiring the meanness of her jean and the form of her legs as he stood back up again.

Standing in social movement of her he held onto her coxa and caught a glint from her eye.

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

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

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

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

Strangely the first thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his face was her breath. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his psyche into a quickly ‘ wow'minute 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 number and help you ?"

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

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

One more than accidental inhalation of her sweetness breathing space had him hooked.

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

In her thinker she knew that he was right. This caused a little flicker in her loins from down below. She had to respond him quickly.

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

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

He moved his work force up from her arse to around her waistline and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a smell for guns then shall we ?"he said, knowing replete 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 cup to feel her tits.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her unfermented smelling mouth, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the globe in the midriff of the nose ring piercing she had between her nostril through her septum.

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

Was he stalling ? She thought.

"You don't."she explained."It requires a especial pair of plyers to move out it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to have sex her with these cuff on, she could threaten him with wrongful immurement and rape. That way he would be in more fuss than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the boulevard she would take him down.

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

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

She planted her sassing on his lips and pushed her lingua inside him.

He pulled her in finale and locked lip with her. She could sense 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 secret plan is."He told her.

"If you cuff my helping hand in front of me so that I can use the john, then I'll come back and show you what a cleaning lady really wants."She told him."I won't try to take to the woods. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the cuff swung open she bolted for the door, ripping the cuff from his hands as he was trying to remove the key. He'd trusted her and wasn't prepared for this.

He immediately took off after her, chasing her towards the door.

He thought it strange that she didn't reach for the door handle but instead she put her back against the wall behind the door, turned to face up 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 sack and cuffed her disengage wrist again, this time with her hand 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 door and said"Toilet is there."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm guessing this Fe banister and that lock 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 rear so that he would n't be capable to hold out her availability and ‘ his initiatory time'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting string in the middle of the manacle and then around the metal bar of the balusters. The altogether banister clanged with the noise of the whorl snapping shut.

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

He lay on top of her and began kissing her honeyed 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 clothes and lay down next to her on the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Take my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his face as he struggled to murder the mean accommodation jean from her leg, all the clock time pretending that this was convention 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 blue jean and transfer her footwear first. She started to experience sorry for the guy. It was funny the amount of time it took him to strip her lower half naked.

"Can you lift my jumper above my brain and dispatch my bra please, I would do it myself but with thing 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.

"Kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took shame on him.

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

His spitting action was far from romanticist 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 first stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

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

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

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

It worked.

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

"What's it feel like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you mind passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

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

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

Next came the jeans. The dire jeans.

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

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

With a lot of body of work he managed to get them as far as her second joint 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 out the jeans again, then disappeared trough a doorway with them in his hand.

Mike cut the legs of her jeans away on a slight separatrix slant having the longest constituent in the middle of the dungaree and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the hips. With four column inch of dungaree left below the genitalia he turned each leg up one inch at a clip and held them up with fast drying superglue. A mo one in turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in minuscule spot as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE nookie HAVE YOU DONE TO MY denim ?"she shouted."Do you know 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 unlawful imprisonment and that offset fuck of yours counts as RAPE !"

Mike stood there in electric shock 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 out-of-doors and released the chain from the banister, sending another crash all the way up the stairs.

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined jean from his hired man and pulled them on over her hips, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much loose than when they were full moon distance jeans.

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

He took her to an contiguous room and down five rickety wooden footstep, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproofed area like a wet room or small swimming consortium, designed to capture and contain any Diesel spillages from the fuel storage 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 dugout canoe spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the eternal rest of the lighthouse.

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

The board had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one English of it in the middle of its rectangular duration, held securely in seat with a screw propeller sozzled clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

"Reach over and go past me your wrists."He said.

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

He tightened the vice clasp on both cuffs at the same time over the part where the locking chemical mechanism was, with the strand down in to the vice and the hinge of both cuffs pointing up.

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

right field now I'm safe he thought but if I set her exempt she will get me arrested, completing her hunting expedition to arrest this refurbishment project which is exactly what she's wants.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slide his little finger up and inside the bottom of her shorts, running it along the lowest part of her asshole cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad arse and stroked the smooth physique inside her leg at the top just before the indentation caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her cutis at both sides, exaggerating the second joint gap at her crotch in-between her legs.

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

"What ?"She said."Don't be nonsensical. You've just had your commencement taste perception of a woman that's all."

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

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

"No. I want to sleep with 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 thorax, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

beingness careful not to have a go at it his head on the vice he said"I want to smack your pleasantness 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 tongue all the way in to his mouth, breathing more and Sir Thomas More great through her nose as the buss continued. She could sense 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 backrest of her.

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

"I might try a dissimilar muddle this time."He said as he was about to pop the button open.

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

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

Keeping his space he wrapped a loop of circle around her right on ankle and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a tabular array leg.

Repeating this on her other ankle, he spread her peg wide apart by tying the rophy off on the opposition side of the tabular array, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden mesa top.

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

Looking at her lower half spreadhead 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 roll in the hay ARSE kettle of fish !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

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

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

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

"well untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her mortise joint he ran both his hands along the soft cutis of her leg, all the way up to her private parts where he rubbed his fingers on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly expose arse cheeks.

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

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

He went up the wobbly wooden step leaving her there with her legs circulate all-encompassing apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her house keystone he convinced himself that he had to go check her position out.

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

With her phone and key fruit in his paw, he closed the lighthouse door behind him making for certain it was locked then walked to recover his van and pay her theatre a visit.

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

The attribute was the end building in a row of patio houses with a fencing around the driveway providing ample concealment from any on looking neighbour.

His torso subconsciously confirmed that he was in the flop place as he smelled her recognizable aroma.

The contiguous finish was not to rob the station but to take any items that if a kinfolk member or even the constabulary where to look around, would make it look like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a suitcase with underwear, cosmetics and medicinal drug of the sort that a adult female might take away with her when going traveling.

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

It was her sex box containing three different size and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some foreign India rubber mag tape on a bowl.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shiny jewellery box, her recommendation, bank cards, toothbrush and anything else this hippy missy might guide traveling with her. The but thing he didn't pack was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would notice which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy bear dog with a love heart on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a token motion to pick out her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the rest of her gear.

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

He stopped for intellectual nourishment on his way back home.

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

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

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

After passing the padlock through the cakehole, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the manacle from the hairgrip of its jaws, allowing her a small total of freedom so she could try and brook up again.

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

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the Chain, securing her hands to the bang at waist meridian in front of her, meaning she had no luck of unfastening the buckle which was now in the minor of her back.

untying her ankles from the table legs allowed her to digest up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five metrical foot lower than the main floor. It was accessed via the pocket-size wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the solid ground or to the wall so the next thing he did was lift the steps up out of the room.

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

He then lifted all the early equipment up and out of the room, including the board and frailty, leaving the two of them standing in this five metrical unit deep sunken area with no mean value of getting out.

Having the use of his arms meant that he could jump up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no chance with her articulatio radiocarpea cuffed to her waist in straw man of her.

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the recessed room he was able-bodied to run her into the main lighthouse column room where she sat down to eat.

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

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

He slid the lid away from the bottom, pulled out a pair of small shiny pliers and held them up in front of her with a questioning scowl 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 low-spirited 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 draw it through my lip."She explained.

The stud was made up of a silver looking short bar joined to a large circle flat scale at one end and with the obliterable 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 same turgid platter at one end of the shiny silver shaft but the part that screwed off had a bollock with a atomic number 47 ring going through it, like a bantam half inch diam towel ring.

He unscrewed the ring from the end, then placed both persona back in the box and picked out the pilot domed stud.

"Can I see ?"he asked, unscrewing the ash grey scantling from the end.

She opened her jaw so he could prod the little shiny shaft through her gloomy lip piercing all the way until the flat platter pressed against the inside of her mouth.

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

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

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"Girlfriend ?"he asked.

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

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police woman in the typeface with my elbow joint as I turned around in a scuffle hoe during an environmental protest in British capital. It drew blood from her nuzzle and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to justify I received three months inside."

mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waistline, now with a ring through the middle of her bottom lip, matching the ring through the centre of her nose.

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

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

whoreson ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple devotee ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the range of mountains of her cuff above her head to the alloy railing of the banister again.

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

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

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

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

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

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

"Do bisexual kiss each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"yield my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her principal and stripping her lower half naked apart from her heavy boots and socks.

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

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

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

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

She squeezed her wooden leg together, pressing against his pinna, holding his headspring still.

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

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

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

"If that matter goes anywhere near my mouth 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 first blow job and getting rejected by her threats, he kind of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her defenseless with her weapons system still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the beacon light for inspiration he wandered into the next building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could make a bond for her ankle and observe her chained up somewhere. This approximation changed to possible wrist hamper when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the pipework would be too small for an mortise joint but ideal for a wrist.

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

It was a elan known as a T-bolt hosiery clamp, made from a thin metallic element band with each end having a thicker art object of steel attached, lodging a bolt which when screwed tighter brought the ends of the isthmus together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and jumper back down from up over her head and opened the lock holding the handcuff chain to the alloy railing at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

After fastening the warp at her rear he took the lock and threaded it through the hole in the belt at the front of her waist.

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

They looked at each former in the eyes for a suddenly time, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden stone's throw into the go under bund area in front of the coal cellar tunnel and lifted the steps out again so that she could not jump out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the ironware store he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clamp of the even off vogue for what he was planning. He also bought a belittled metal screw on cringle ring similar in design but orotund than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her lower lip. He then picked out two tension springs from the immense selec-tion on display.

book binding at the beacon light he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to turn on his contraption.

He measured and cut a small strip of square up metallic bar from a scrap smoothing iron gate to prepare a spacing pin. Then he removed the gaoler from the two remnant of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the part of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the tension springs and struggled with his tool as he extended it across the gap of the two last of the clamps alloy band.

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

Fitting the saltation on the top and can out of the way of the square pin holding the ends of the lot apart, meant that when he pulled the square toes pin out, the clamp bounce would immediately contract, tightening the isthmus up.

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

Finally he manufactured a step hole through the middle of the second power pin and screwed the shiny eyehole ring into it so that it could be used to pull the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden steps back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the opposition side, standing in front of the old ember bunker 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 gismo in his helping hand, he wrapped it around one of her peg, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two ends of the clinch, followed by the foremost leaping. Again he had to use tools to facilitate him pull the springtime across the gap as it was too strong to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the second base spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the speech sound of a battery practice shortly before he returned with the shiny little rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two springs and lame bar then screwed the pull pack in place.

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

"What the hell on earth is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll show you."He said, putting his finger through the ring, pulling the squarely bar and the shiny covering 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.

"FUCKING infernal region GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT piece of tail HURTS."

He looked in amazement at how deep the ring went into her leg and had to admit, it did face 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 fuck was that for ?"she asked.

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the forget me drug and began tying her articulatio talocruralis together then pulled the Mexican valium over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her body slightly diagonally across the bed.

He then placed all the parts of the device on the rest following to her and sat on her chest of drawers with his stifle at her armpits.

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

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

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

The balusters began making dissonance as she struggled against her handcuff, trying once more to tear her radiocarpal joint through but to no service, they were just too nasty. The R-2 holding her legs down was pulled so compressed that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head from side to side, trying to get it impossible for him to go forward but she remain still when he told her that the start outflow was in lieu and he might accidently unloosen the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the indorsement tenseness spring in place he could feel her hyperventilating with fear. The cover from her jewellery box lid was next, followed by the screw in mob, holding it in place.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will cause that cushy, beautiful supply ship cervix 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 make his point.

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

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

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

At the front, the springs and trigger mechanism were hidden by the lustrous oval shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her epithet Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the heart of the words Jay and Jay was the anchor ring, swinging down like a prominent variation of her lower lip piercing.

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

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

"I won't really pungency. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a cheep harlot. I was only trying to continue a sense of dignity about me."She explained.

"fountainhead that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good picayune harlot and not suffice me back."“ Understand ?"

"I'm sorry."She told him.

"Prove it."He said."kneeling down."

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

With one handwriting on the shoe collar ring and his other on the spinal column of her read/write head, he guided his cock into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

She could find his dick pulsing as he was about to cum so she worked on the tender head 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 rachis of her mouth, causing her to gag again.

She tried to root for away but he held her tight, ineffectual to breathe for the few second base it took him to empty his load beyond her clapper, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

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

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

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

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

There was a speedy succession of pawl from both sides of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelet, locking them plastered around her carpus.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

"You fucking pudden-head idiot !"she said, pulling on the cuffs.

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his seed she must possess 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 trivial gem get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that sweet lilliputian sass of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so much bother already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would save her captive permanently or at to the lowest degree for as long as destiny allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

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

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the table again after conclusion time and before she changed her mind, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuffs, holding them steady in grooming for their removal.

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

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"half-wit am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

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

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful Prunus persica of her posterior buttock 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 shortstop and underclothing, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a brusk time, returning with a bottleful of veg oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her ramification apart slightly and poured a little vegetable oil over her arse crack then massaged it in to her lips 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 waist 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."Fuck me normally if you're going to !"

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

He poked his index fingerbreadth in to her hole, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her buttock and pushed himself in.

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

He began the move of egotistically pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the dignity of her defenceless physical structure to a greater extent and more with each stroke.

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

"plosive consonant it please."She said through her sobbing.

Now addicted to her mingy slippery butt kettle of fish 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 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 legs, so he told her to hook her feet as he put his own form fitting boxer shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there yell, wearing his cotton boxer trunks, shifting her free weight from one leg to the early, hating the spot. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the table, 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 weight from one leg to the former in the like emplacement, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his hormones and allowing them to run wild, causing her 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 bum cheek then walked away.

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

He got to work immediately.

From a slice of scrap foghorn pipe, he cut two set from the end, each of them one and a half in wide, he then rounded the edge with a file to establish them a smooth finish that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

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

After cutting the link of a chain in one-half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the half links onto the circuit, 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 XII column inch Chain and metal element in his hands.

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

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

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

He threaded a piece of rope through the ring on the front of her slave neckband and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her offset radiocarpal joint was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her pile, the most comfortable matter 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 indorsement carpus was cut free.

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making certainly she did not rive the safe pin out from between the springiness of her neckband as she swung her legs around to stand side by side to him at the side of the vice.

With her body still bended over due to the abruptly rope through her catch, he pulled her pinafore over her read/write head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the weighting of her jumper pulling on the circle attached to her neckband, she could only watch as he put the undefended cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the Mexican valium around her wrist.

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve inch long chain welded to each of the turnup around her wrists. Each handcuff had a slight gap where they had sprung back open a little after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few mm, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the manacle open but the thick metallic element circle that had needed a vice to close up it, wouldn't Don Budge without some sort of tools. That would be her succeeding mission she thought, go and receive some tools.

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

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jump shot around her neck so that the sleeves were covering percentage of her desolation and picked up a minor cable television service tie as she sat on a chair.

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

He then threaded the cable's length tie through her wind ring and zip tied the two band together, pulling her bottom lip up over her top lip.

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

'' Oh now you want to 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 annulus on her collar and taking time lag of her manacle Ernst Boris Chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

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

The gloves were put on her hand by tucking them tightly between her wrist and under the cuff, to prevent her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

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

The heat resistant metal glove was now clamped tighter against her skin substance it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would experience to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

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

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

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

Still ineffective to speak, she nodded her principal up and down, humming in agreement.

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

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

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

As she turned he could see that the range of mountains was not too short and that when he held it up to above her tail end she would be capable to lay on her back without the cuffs pressing into her.

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the whack grummet of her shortstop the counterbalance 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 maw at the spinal column of the belt and through the middle link of her handcuff string 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 release your lips. If you want me to take away the taking into custody then the foremost and only words that I want to hear from you are."

"Thank you for fucking my posterior 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 arsehole this good afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' He repeated. `` If you say anything else, the collar stays on. Understand ? ``

She nodded her head.

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

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

"Thank you for fucking my hind end 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 font."Well done."

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her arrest so that he could take out the shiny jewellery box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He drilled a hole through the table at the opposite slope to the frailty and bolted the chain of mountains to the table top so that she could reach far enough to her mouth but not underneath to loosen the nut.

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

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

He'd caught the auction sale gambling bug after his first task was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in erotic love with this lighthouse. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so surprise there were no other bidders interest at the auction.

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

"Secret entering ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would elevate the covering from the coal cellar and go up down the ladder into the darkness dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to play with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her vision run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a stripling she experimented with impregnable affair and braved the staircase up to the perch room where she stared at the hotshot for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a Brobdingnagian division of my lifespan has been taken from me. Almost like the death of my oldest friend."

As the alcoholic drink flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to tolerate anybody to put down her childhood cathedral.

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom radio claim sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the ten percent letter of the ABCs because we are number ten out of 16 lighthouses 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 tunnel leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasions, I find it passive but scarily exciting at the same metre, I've had the gaga of pipe dream down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

All the clock time they talked, she kept him hooked with her seductive oculus but it wasn't long before they began to turn red and satiate with tears.

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

"Are you telling the verity ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"appearance me."

He un-bolted the chain from the midsection of the table and went to collect his rechargeable bombardment lantern.

When he returned she had stepped over her range of mountains and was waiting for him to lock her hands behind her back so that he wouldn't put the dreaded arrest on her.

He didn't lock the chain to the spinal column of her belt but instead he put the lock and key in his air hole and told her to conduce the way.

When at the freighter of the wooden step he dragged the steps across the dug out country so they could climb up into the ingress of the coal cellar tunnel.

The burrow was lupus erythematosus than top dog height so they both had to bend down to walk through it.

The end of the tunnel opened out into the boastfully coal storehouse region where the barrage lantern reflected from the lily-white walls, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the corner were thick metal ladder step embedded in the wall with perpendicular pole for script runway ether side, leading up to her privy entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the chamber at a right wing angle to the entrance tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a chain reactor of collapsed dirt."

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

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

Back in the main bedroom she walked all around, reminiscing, having her intellect filled with almost a lifetime of dreams.

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

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

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

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

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

Her wide oculus had a kind of aspirer pleading look in them as she pushed the range of mountains around the vertical metal bannister so that her wrists were touching around the rachis of the iron pole.

He fed the padlock through the tie where the two face of the chain met immediately behind the handrail.

Holding the open lock in his hand he stood in nominal head of her with his backtalk almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol infused breathing place she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her pinny around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her whang, followed by her shorts. He lowered her article of clothing and helped her pull her boots through before kissing her drunken lip again.

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

He parted her rim and went searching for her G berth and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her external respiration, he was doing well so he continued for a few more min until he could discover her moaning turning faster and higher pitched then using his ovolo to continue with her stimulation he looked up to address to her.

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

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

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

She looked at him in shock, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smile on his 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 charming about this place and you."He replied."I want to hold on you as part of it."“ Will you help me ?"

"Of line. I'd erotic love to."She smiled back.

"Would you object to me naming this beacon Juliet's tower ?"he asked."It's because of a fille who means a lot to me ''.

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

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

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

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

The side by side morning he woke to find her sitting at the table with her manacle in front line of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the real content of the word-painting."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic drafting of the coal cellar.

kickoff on the leftfield with the ladder from the secret entrance, it showed a log burning stove with the chimney labial pipe reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

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

Moving along, the characterization had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the tweed washed Harlan Fiske Stone rampart with the modest attention to detail graffiti reading Juliet's way written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the Same boots, socks, shorts and belt, with her magnanimous tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a niggling esthetic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the paries with standardised manacle to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankles chained slightly spread apart with shackles attached to the wall at trading floor level.

Next to her chained exposed trunk, in the tumble tunnel was the bathroom but the tunnel entryway now had streak across it with a lockable gate to go into and exit.

To the right wing of the ikon was the main entrance tunnel which now also had streak and a lockable gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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