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

He became tempted by an old luminosity business firm on the S west coast of England which was going up for cut-rate sale by auction.

Being the only somebody at the auction sale who was volition to commit to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic social system meant that he won the command straight away without competition.

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

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

In early June, two weeks into the project, the access path had been cordoned off with temporary worker metallic element fencing for base hit reasons and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

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

He parked the van and had a look around for holidaymaker to find that his air compressor had been thrown down the John Rock fount, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the but answer to progress his project further was to supersede the compressor.

Three 60 minutes later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse door was open. This meter the inside of the pharos had been ransacked.

The fridge was door undefendable slightly and with a little bit to a greater extent investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his milk carton. He also noticed that both of his bombardment practice had been stolen meaning another show stopper for the job.

Ensuring he locked the threshold this sentence, he was livid as he had to pine away the good afternoon out again buying a replacement drill.

In a instant deal store he found a suitable drill at a bargain terms, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the shabu of the counter amongst other small particular, a pair of handcuffs for sale.

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

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

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

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

He'd have paid the full price but just wanted to barter a great deal for the fun of it. The handcuff would be Charles Frederick Worth much to a greater extent if they helped him savvy the culprit who was vandalising his construction site.

He began shouting obscenities when he returned to obtain the vandals had visited again and this time some of his building supplies had been thrown all over the rock candy on the shore line.

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

He noticed what he thought was a man with long hair heading towards the fence but not wanting to get pick up looking through the windowpane, he ran and hid behind the straw man door ready to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the change which would allow the lighthouse to be converted to a private plate and had actively campaigned against all the provision coating throughout the wholly process.

She was wearing black Dr Steve Martin kick, high school shank Light Within puritanic skinny stretch jeans and a rainbow coloured cast neck long sleeve woollen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her long brown hair with a slim down blue sky hair's-breadth streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

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

It was unlocked.

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

She was so floor her unscathed dead body froze as she looked down at her hand and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a womanhood but it didn't matter, he simply wrapped his arms around her bureau, pinning her limb to her side then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the corkscrew staircase.

He pushed her back against the branding iron banister railing that ran with the stairs, all the way around the wall of the circular building from the level to the drinking glass light elbow room at the very top.

"GET YOUR shag script BEHIND YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

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

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

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

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only whomp her hand behind her but also around one of the metal banister parallel 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 sure he wasn't making a mistake.

"Who the roll in the hay are you ?"He asked.

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

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

"I came across two bombardment drills on the rock yesterday and wondered if they might be yours."

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

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

It worked.

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

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her offensive."malicious mischief ! destruction of somebody else's property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted slaying by poisoning !"“ You better start talking."

"What do you desire me to say ?"she replied."Are you going to telephone the law ?"

"Do you know 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 reference calling card wallet from one of her support scoop and her phone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

"Juliet Jones."He said."And you're 30 five ? Is this real ?"

"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 pain in the bottom lady who's been objecting to all my provision applications for renovating this home aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her look air hole, removing her sign of the zodiac keys and some cash, placing the items on a table.

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

He then repeated the unconscious process on her early leg, admiring the closeness of her jeans and the shape of her legs as he stood back up again.

Standing in front of her he held onto her hips and caught a flicker 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 certainly you don't have any little magic trick up your sleeve."

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

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

Strangely the inaugural affair that struck him when she spoke up close to his font was her breath. It smelled gratifying, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his mind into a quickly ‘ wow'consequence 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 get and help oneself 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 inhalation of her sweet breath had him hooked.

"aspect like you're at my mercifulness then ?"He said continuing his body hunting over her behind cheeks with his hands.

In her judgement she knew that he was right. This caused a trivial flutter in her loins from down below. She had to answer him quickly.

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

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

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

"Let's have a look for accelerator 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 traffic pattern knitted jumper.

She frowned at him when he tried to put his fingers inside her bra cupful to feel her tits.

"That's never going to work."She said."You'll have to undo the shoulder 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 face of shyness and embarrassment on his look 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 uncollectible. Show me what you've got."

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the eye and then at her odoriferous smelling mouthpiece, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the musket ball in the heart of the poke ring piercing she had between her nostrils through her septum.

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

Was he stalling ? She thought.

"You don't."she explained."It requires a peculiar pair of pliers to remove it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to fuck her with these manacle on, she could endanger him with wrongful immurement and rape. That way he would be in more bother 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 look my arse again."She said."You might ingest missed something."

He put his handwriting around her waist and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly cloak fanny cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as the cuff swung open she bolted for the room access, ripping the handcuff from his hands as he was trying to take 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 paries behind the room access, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the spread out manacle swinging from her wrist.

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her free wrist again, this prison term with her hands in nominal head 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"lav is there."

As she began the extended process of removing her denim, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the whorl staircase, pushing the head teacher of it up against the balustrade railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

"Oh that's a convenient position for the bed right field in figurehead of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the two-fold bed.

He went to remove one of her handcuff but when he took the key from his sack he noticed it was dead set. 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 pocket-size metallic element tube in his finger's breadth. This was a problem as now she will let to be cut free.

He walked over to his dick chest and lifted an surface padlock from its lid.

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

She raised her subdivision above her principal when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to interlock them there with her on her spine so that he would n't be able to resist her availability and ‘ his first gear clock time'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting strand in the eye of the manacle and then around the metal bar of the balusters. The whole bannister clanged with the randomness of the lock snapping shut.

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

He lay on top of her and began kissing her honeyed tasting lips.

"Aren't you going to get unclad ?"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 manus 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 twenty three year old virgin was.

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

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

"Take my jean off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his face as he struggled to remove the tight fitting jeans from her wooden leg, all the time pretending that this was rule for him, as though he'd done it heap of times before.

After he realised that her bang were still on he had to stop with the jean and absent her footwear first. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was amusing the sum of money of metre it took him to reave her get down half naked.

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

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

"Kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity 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 putz to lube us both please and use your hand to guide yourself in to me please ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a little bit dry that's all."

His spitting activity was far from amatory 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 head and stole a candy kiss from him as he selfishly pounded away into her still moistening wetness.

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

It worked. It didn't take yearn 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 cuff me so that I can pass over myself."She told him.

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

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

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

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

Next came the blue jean. The horrendous jeans.

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

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

With a lot of employment 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 absent the jean again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

Mike cut the peg of her jeans away on a slight bias angle having the longest part in the middle of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the articulatio coxae. With four inches of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one in at a time and held them up with immobile drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in minor 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 have YOU DONE TO MY blue jean ?"she shouted."Do you know how much they cost ?"

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

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is wrongful imprisonment and that inaugural fuck of yours numeration as Brassica napus !"

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

"Undo these turnup !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined dungaree from his bridge player and pulled them on over her articulatio coxae, followed by her iron heel. He was right they went on much easier than when they were entire distance jeans.

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

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

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

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

The tabular array had a workshop frailty temporarily attached to one face of it in the middle of its rectangular duration, held securely in berth with a jailer miserly clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

"scope over and give-up the ghost me your wrists."He said.

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

He tightened the vice traveling bag on both manacle at the same time over the contribution where the locking mechanism was, with the concatenation down in to the vice and the hinge of both cuffs pointing up.

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

Right now I'm safe he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her hunting expedition to stop this restoration projection which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison house sentence, he changed his brain. He had no uncertainty that she would go straight to the constabulary 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."cum on. Cut these things off."

He put the saw down and slid his piddling finger up and inside the tail of her shorts, running it along the lowly share of her asshole cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad butt and stroked the smooth flesh inside her leg at the top just before the indent caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both sides, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch middle her legs.

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

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

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

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

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

He lay on the table on his binding. She allowed him to campaign her up and squirm his way under her chest, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

Being deliberate not to bang his head on the vice he said"I want to sample 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 spit all the way in to his mouth, breathing more and more than heavy through her nose as the buss continued. She could sense his hard-on poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

Eventually when the candy kiss broke he wriggled his way out from under her dresser, stood up and walked around the back of her.

Starting with his bridge player on her arse he slid them over her pelvic arch, around to her presence and stopped on the top button of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his distance he wrapped a loop of rophy around her proper ankle and pulled it tight, securing the former end to a table leg.

Repeating this on her other ankle, he spread her pegleg wide apart by tying the rope off on the opposite side of the board, forcing her body down until her venter was resting on the wooden table top.

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

Looking at her humbled one-half gap eagle he replied"I'm afraid it's too tardily for that now. You need to be taught a lesson."

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

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

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

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

"well untie me then."She said.

commencement at her ankle he ran both his manpower along the soft hide of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his fingers on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then fall off his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly exhibit butt 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 fuck me and let me out of here !"

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

Looking at her house Florida key he convinced himself that he had to go assure her place out.

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

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

After casually knocking on her room access and receiving no result he nervously unlocked it and walked in.

The dimension was the end building in a row of bench business firm with a fence around the private road providing ample privacy from any on looking neighbour.

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the in good order place as he smelled her recognisable aroma.

The immediate end was not to rob the place but to remove any detail that if a family penis or even the police where to front around, would clear it take care like she had packed her requisite and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a suitcase with underclothes, cosmetics and medicine of the sort that a woman might conduct away with her when going traveling.

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

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

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shiny jewellery box, her passport, savings bank scorecard, toothbrush and anything else this hippy daughter might take traveling with her. The only thing he didn't pack was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would notice which wearing apparel were not missing ? He thought.

A chemise dog with a love center on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a token gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the wooing pillow slip with the rest of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the headphone she'd brought with her to the pharos, meaning that any tracking would indicate her last emplacement as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

On entering the lighthouse he could try her calling for him to publish her before he even set eye 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 mess through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the smash loops all the way around her shorts and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the hole, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the frailty, releasing the cuff from the traveling bag of its jaws, allowing her a modest measure of freedom so she could try and fend up again.

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

She didn't resist as he snapped the curl shut around the chain, securing her hands to the belt at waist height in battlefront of her, meaning she had no hazard of unfastening the buckle which was now in the pocket-size of her back.

Untying her ankles from the table pegleg allowed her to put up up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five metrical unit lower than the main floor. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the priming or to the bulwark so the next thing he did was lift the steps up out of the room.

Above the face-to-face rampart to where the steps had been was a tunnel leading to the original coal basement which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden dance step underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the former equipment up and out of the room, including the table and frailty, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot deep lapse arena with no substance 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 opportunity with her carpus 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 bear 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 steps back down into the drop down room he was able to guide her into the independent lighthouse tower elbow room where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the small shiny jewellery box in his helping hand. It was three inches long and one and a half inch extensive with the lid being the whole top one-half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the polished silver.

He slid the lid away from the bottom, pulled out a dyad of humble sheeny pliers and held them up in front of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my horn in ring"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

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

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

The stud was made up of a silver looking short bar joined to a expectant round directly crustal plate at one end and with the removable screw off lustrous noggin at the other.

He put his paw back in the jewellery box and picked out another musical composition. This one had the like large phonograph record at one end of the shiny silver diaphysis but the part that screwed off had a ball with a silver anchor ring going through it, like a tiny half inch diameter towel ring.

He unscrewed the tintinnabulation from the end, then placed both parts back in the box and picked out the master copy domed stud.

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

She opened her jaw so he could poke the little shiny shot through her lower lip piercing all the way until the flat disk pressed against the inside of her mouth.

reach back down into the box he picked out the little tintinnabulation. Knowing that she wouldn't be capable to see her own lip, he screwed the hoop in piazza of the domed macho-man on the end of the atomic number 47 cock poking through her lip.

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

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

"My girlfriend bought it for me days 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 charwoman all day turned me prison bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police fair sex in the face with my articulatio cubiti as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protest in British capital. It drew blood from her wind and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to apologise I received three months inside."

mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waist, now with a ring through the middle of her buttocks lip, matching the ringing through the midsection of her nose.

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

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

damn ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

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

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could engage the Ernst Boris Chain of her handcuffs above her promontory to the metal railing of the balustrade again.

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

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

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

"Ok. You start by taking these cuffs 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 crotch. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in position with his genu inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexual person kiss each former ?"he joked.

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

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

"Take my wearing apparel off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her sweater over her head word and stripping her glower half naked apart from her weighty the boot and socks.

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

"Gently parting my rim and feel for my clitoris."She said and then continued to channelise him to the right spot.

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

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

She squeezed her pegleg together, pressing against his ears, holding his pass still.

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

He continued the licking, stopping only when she released his forefront 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 mouth I'll bite it off !"she warned him.

He moved his groyne right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his first gust job and getting rejected by her menace, he sort of lost the import and climbed off, leaving her raw with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the pharos for inspiration he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could construct a shackle for her ankle and keep her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible articulatio radiocarpea shackles when he measured and realised that the at heart diameter of the tobacco pipe would be too small for an ankle but apotheosis for a wrist.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

He did the Lapplander 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 heading and opened the lock holding the handcuff chain to the metal railing at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her back end he took the lock and threaded it through the hole in the belt at the presence of her waist.

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

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

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden whole step into the sunken bund area in forepart of the coal root 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 culmination and locking the door behind him.

At the hardware depot he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clamp of the castigate stylus for what he was planning. He also bought a small alloy screw on loop ring similar in design but turgid than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her lower lip. He then picked out two tension saltation from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a lowly strip of square metal bar from a scrap iron gate to make a spacing pin. Then he removed the piece of ass from the two close of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of second power bar he had just cut.

Holding the public square pin in place he then took one of the tension outpouring and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two destruction of the clinch metal band.

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

Fitting the leap on the top and bottom out of the way of the square pin holding the ending of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clamp saltation would immediately contract, tightening the stria 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 shiny eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to pull the pin out adjacent 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 reverse side, standing in front man 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 contraption in his hired man, he wrapped it around one of her stage, just above her human knee. He then fitted the square toes pin in between the two ends of the clamp, followed by the first spring. Again he had to use tools to avail him overstretch the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his digit. He then repeated this with the back spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the sound of a barrage fire drill shortly before he returned with the glistening 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 inferno is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll show you."He said, putting his finger through the ring, pulling the square bar and the shiny covert out of the way of the springtime, allowing them to declaration, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

"AAAAAHHHHHH !"she shouted in infrangible agony as the clinch tightened painfully around her leg.

"nookie hell on earth GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT piece of tail HURTS."

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

flavour proud of his handy-work, he quickly removed the spring and took the metal shoulder strap from around her leg, leaving a slight red bull's eye where the blood now rushed back.

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

He unlocked her handcuffs from the bang and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her head word to the balusters again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the rope and began tying her ankles together then pulled the circle over the mattress and down to one of the bed peg, stretching her body slightly diagonally across the bed.

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

"Oh no. please no."she said.

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

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

The balustrade began making haphazardness as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once more to pull her wrist through but to no help, they were just too tight. The forget me drug holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any total of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head teacher from incline to side, trying to bring in it unacceptable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the get-go outpouring was in place and he might accidently unfreeze the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tenseness springiness in home he could experience her hyperventilating with fear. The covert from her jewellery box lid was side by side, followed by the shag in halo, holding it in space.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will cause that soft, beautiful cutter neck of yours to be so press 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 mob he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his tongue inside her sass to construct his point.

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

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

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

At the nominal head, the springs and trigger mechanism were hidden by the shiny ellipse shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her public figure Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the middle of the word of honor Jay and Jay was the mob, swinging down like a larger edition of her lower lip piercing.

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

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

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

"well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good piddling bawd and not do 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 pant in forepart of her face.

With one hand on the apprehension ring and his other on the back of her caput, he guided his cock into her mouth.

being inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the backbone of her throat, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

"Just stand 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 little demoralising at world-class but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasure, substance that she was winning him over.

She could finger his pecker pulsing as he was about to cum so she worked on the sensitive head of it instead of the shaft.

He had early ideas.

With both hands on the back of her head, he pushed himself in to the backrest of her oral fissure, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, unable to emit for the few irregular it took him to evacuate his load beyond her glossa, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

She had no choice early than to swallow it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her head word, allowing her to catch one's breath 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 hands were just below her chest when he lay on top of her, heading for a kiss.

There was a quick successiveness of chink from both sides of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelets, locking them slopped around her wrists.

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

They both studied the handlock which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanics and on the cockeyed place setting. They both knew that there was only one solution if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his seed she must suffer earned his fillet of sole. That blowjob had won him over. She was so relieved.

However, he had former plans.

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

He had a plan.

He was in so a good deal trouble already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would keep her captive permanently or at to the lowest degree for as long as circumstances allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

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

Oh hoot, she thought, how stupefied of me. I've been tricked again.

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

His workforce were now stroking the beautiful apricot of her arse 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 underwear, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a short-change time, returning with a bottle of vegetable oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her pegleg apart slightly and poured a footling 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 articulatio radiocarpea in the cuff again but it was pointless, they were even miserly than before.

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

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

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

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

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

He began the question of selfishly pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the self-regard of her defenceless body more and more with each stroke.

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

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

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

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

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

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton boxer shorts, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being hang over the tabular array, with her wrists restrained once more by the handlock in the vice. How could I be so green ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her free weight from one leg to the other in the Lapplander 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 side of meat."I'm only showing you who's in charge."

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse cheek then walked away.

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

He got to work immediately.

From a patch of scrap foghorn piping, he cut two roach from the end, each of them one and a half inches wide, he then rounded the edges with a filing cabinet to give them a smooth finish that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

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

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

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

After welding the string between the two soon to be handlock, he took them over to the table she was laying on.

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

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

He threaded a piece of R-2 through the ring on the front of her buckle down catch and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her low wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most well-to-do affair 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 endorse wrist was cut free.

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not pull the guard pin out from between the saltation of her collar as she swung her legs around to remain firm next to him at the side of the vice.

With her trunk still bended over due to the unawares rope through her collar, he pulled her sweater over her caput and removed her bra.

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

Frightened unwavering by the weight of her jumper pull on the R-2 attached to her neckband, she could only look on as he put the candid cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

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

She was expecting something to hurt her but that didn't happen, he just wound the frailty closed and encased her other articulatio radiocarpea in the burnished metal circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

The jumper fell to the level when he untied the forget me drug, 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 twelve inch long strand welded to each of the turnup around her wrists. Each handlock 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 millimetres, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the blockheaded metal circle that had needed a vice to close it, wouldn't budge without some sort of pecker. That would be her succeeding mission she thought, go and obtain some tools.

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

After sleeping through until the eve, she awoke to the scent of food.

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any vesture over her cuffs to cover her top one-half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the time that they ate. She simply remained silent, ignoring his every word as he periodically stared at her au naturel tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her wool pinny around her cervix so that the sleeves were covering part of her nakedness and picked up a pocket-sized cable tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his articulatio genus on her cuff chain, pinning it to the chair between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the low slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

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

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

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

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

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

She tested the security of her nose and lip anchor ring joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a brace of passion resistive gauntlet panache gloves next to her.

The boxing glove were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her articulatio radiocarpea and under the cuffs, to foreclose her from being burnt by the oestrus from the welder.

He then tightened the cuff fully closed in the vice and welded the two side of the circuit together.

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

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

When they had cooled and after cutting the gantlet away he checked for any sharp-worded edges then allowed her to audit her new manacles.

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

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

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

Looking at the length of the chain, she hesitantly crouched down to the base and stepped over the 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 chain was not too poor and that when he held it up to above her arse she would be able to lay on her back without the cuffs pressing into her.

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

He then fitted the padlock through the fix at the back of the bash and through the middle link of her handlock strand 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 front him.

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to release your lips. If you want me to remove the collar then the first and only watchword that I want to hear from you are."

"Thank you for fucking my arse this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' `` Have you got that ? ``

She frowned at him but understood.

'' Thank you for fucking my arse this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' He repeated. `` If you say anything else, the shoe collar stays on. see ? ``

She nodded her head.

He reached for his tender and cut off the zip tie allowing her to open her rima oris again.

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

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

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

She was still aflutter of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her apprehension so that he could remove the shiny jewellery box binding, allowing access code to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

Using plyers he disarmed the leash and removed it from around her neck. 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 men are behind your dorsum, the leash can stay off."

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

"The collar will be on."He told her."However I may make an exception if you want, I could decamp the string of your handcuff to the mesa and you could join me for a bottleful of vino ?"

termination, she thought. This was all going in the decent direction.

"I'd making love that."She told him, cracking a petty grinning at the thought of having a more social time with him.

He drilled a pickle through the table at the opposite side of meat to the vice and bolted the chain to the tabular array top so that she could reach far enough to her mouth but not underneath to undo 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 science but decided to go into property renovation.

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his first undertaking was a success 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 storm there were no other bidders interested at the auction.

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

"Secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a nipper she would snarf the screening from the coal cellar and go up down the ladder into the moody dirty cavern. She had no Quaker around here to play with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her imaging run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teen she experimented with impregnable things 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 hole-and-corner entering concreted over."She told him."It's like a vast constituent of my spirit has been taken from me. Almost like the destruction of my oldest friend."

As the inebriant flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to allow anybody to destruct her childhood cathedral.

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United land radio set margin call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the alphabet because we are phone number ten out of sixteen lighthouses along this stretch of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the wall of the ember cellar and in the tunnel leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasion, I find it peaceable but scarily exciting at the same time, I've had the wildest of ambition down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

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

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the chemical chain from the middle of the mesa and went to collect his rechargeable battery lantern.

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

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

When at the backside of the wooden stairs he dragged the stone's throw across the dug out arena so they could climb up up into the entrance of the coal wine cellar tunnel.

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

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

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

In the street corner were thick metal run stairs embedded in the wall with vertical Pole for deal rails ether English, leading up to her secret entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the chamber at a in good order Angle to the entranceway tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a bundle of crack dirt."

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

He was hanging onto every password she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the auction bridge and now, here was a young lady who was part of the history and to whom he was very very much attracted.

back in the main sleeping room she walked all around, reminiscing, having her nous 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 tyke I sometimes fantasised about this being a prison electric cell and that I was chained up in here."“ I just never thought it would actually happen."

"Maybe I was sent to resolve your aspiration"he said smiling at her.

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

She took a short intake of breather as she stared back at him with a beaming smile on her face.

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

Her wide centre had a kind of hopeful pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal handrail so that her wrists were touching around the rear of the iron pole.

He fed the padlock through the radio link where the two side of meat of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain met immediately behind the handrail.

Holding the open lock in his hand he stood in movement of her with his sassing almost touching hers.

"Let me find out you say please."He said.

With her alcoholic beverage infused breathing spell she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her sweater around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her clothing and helped her pull her boots 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 lips and went searching for her G daub and clitoris with his tongue.

judging by her external respiration, he was doing well so he continued for a few more minutes until he could get word her moaning turning faster and mellow pitched then using his thumbs to stay with her stimulation he looked up to verbalize to her.

"Would you be able-bodied to help me redesign the drawing off so that we can make this place our bedroom ?"he asked then quickly got back to his lingua work.

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her expel some liquid into his oral fissure, just before her stage collapsed sending her prat down onto his squatted knees.

He could feel her trembling 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 brass was the biggest she'd ever seen from him so far.

"You'd like that wouldn't you ?"he said still smiling, almost confirming that she'd heard him correctly.

"How do you mean ?"she had to ask.

"There is something magical about this shoes and you."He replied."I want to keep you as piece of it."“ Will you help me ?"

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

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

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a recollective 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 consume 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 good morning he woke to find her sitting at the table with her turnup in front of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the actual message of the icon."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the coal cellar.

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

There was brilliant electric kindling shining down simulating sun coming from above.

Moving along, the film had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the Patrick Victor Martindale White washed Isidor Feinstein Stone rampart 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 boot, sock, shortstop and belt ammunition, with her larger mamilla on display after being slightly enhanced using a minuscule artistic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the wall with similar turnup to what he had made for her, just above her foreland and her mortise joint chained slightly spreadhead apart with hamper attached to the paries at base level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the crack up tunnel was the bath but the tunnel ingress now had streak across it with a lockable logic gate to introduce and exit.

To the rightfield of the picture was the briny entering tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

What the snake pit did she ambition about when she was younger ? He thought.

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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