mike was a 23 twelvemonth old, tall, athletic joiner who's hobby was restoring definitive cars.

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

Being the alone somebody at the auction who was uncoerced to send to the obligation of renovating and maintaining the historical structure meant that he won the summons straight away without competition.

using money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his pith filled project converting it into a domicile for him to experience, whilst abiding by the dominion of keeping the lamp working at Night time.

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

In early June, two calendar week into the project, the access track had been cordoned off with temporary metallic element fencing for safety grounds and a posting saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

One morning Mike was returning after picking up supplies in his Elwyn Brooks White van when he noticed that the fence had been moved whilst he was out.

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only result to progress his task further was to replace the compressor.

Three hours later he returned to bump that the fence had been disturbed and the beacon threshold was open. This meter the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

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

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

In a sec hand store he found a suitable recitation at a steal Price, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the counter amongst early small detail, a yoke of handcuff for sale.

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

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

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

"seven and it's a deal."The bank clerk suggested holding out his hand to agitate on it.

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

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

Early the next sunrise he drove his van away from the illumination family and walked back so that he could lay in wait to bewitch the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with foresighted whisker heading towards the fencing but not wanting to get fascinate looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the movement threshold ready to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the alteration which would allow the beacon to be converted to a buck private home and had actively campaigned against all the preparation application program throughout the totally process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin boots, high shank light blue skinny stint jeans and a rainbow coloured roll neck long sleeve woolen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her long chocolate-brown whisker with a thin blue hair stripe, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make for certain the seacoast was clear before sneaking through the fence and trying the room access 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 prepare and quickly snapped one of the cuffs tightly around the wrist that followed.

She was so take aback her entirely body froze as she looked down at her paw and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a charwoman but it didn't matter, he simply wrapped his arms around her pectus, pinning her branch to her sides then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the spiral staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron banister railings that ran with the stairs, all the way around the bulwark of the circular building from the floor to the glassful light room at the very top.

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

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

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

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

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only cuffed her custody behind her but also around one of the metallic element banister bars that she was leaning against.

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

Because mike wasn't expecting a adult female, he had to be sure enough he wasn't making a mistake.

"Who the fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

It worked.

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

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her offenses."malicious mischief ! end of somebody else's property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted execution by poisoning !"“ You salutary start talking."

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

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

"In my back pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a course credit wit notecase from one of her binding pockets and her phone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

"Yes."She replied, knowing exactly who he was from the topical anesthetic authorization 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 arse peeress who's been objecting to all my preparation coating for renovating this stead aren't you ?"

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

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

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

He then repeated the process on her other leg, admiring the density of her jeans and the chassis of her legs as he stood back up again.

Standing in front line 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 recompense for all of your damage."He said."So I'm making sure you don't have any piffling tricks up your sleeve."

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

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

Strangely the first thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his expression was her breather. It smelled dulcet, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his judgement into a quick ‘ wow'moment as he continued staring into her seductive eyes.

"Who knows that you're here ?"he asked.

"Nobody."She replied."This is all my own doing."

"Who lives with you that's going to come and aid you ?"

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

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

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

"face like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his body hunt over her arse face with his hands.

In her nous she knew that he was right. This caused a minuscule flutter in her loins from down below. She had to do him quickly.

"If you think you're man sufficiency trivial 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 aspect for accelerator pedal then shall we ?"he said, knowing to the full well that there wasn't going to be any. He stopped when he reached her bra, still covered by her rainbow pattern knitted jumper.

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The flavour of shyness and embarrassment on his face told her otherwise.

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

"You can part 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 sense backtalk, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the chunk in the center of the nose ring piercing she had between her anterior naris through her septum.

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

Was he stalling ? She thought.

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

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

If she could get him to fuck her with these handcuff on, she could imperil him with unlawful imprisonment and rapine. That way he would be in more hassle than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would take him down.

"I think you need to look for my arse again."She said."You might have missed something."

He put his deal around her shank and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly habilitate rump cheeks.

She planted her backtalk on his backtalk and pushed her lingua inside him.

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

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

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

"If you cuff my paw in front of me so that I can use the crapper, 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 wide eyes, kissed her again and pulled out the I key from his pocket.

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

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

He thought it strange that she didn't reach for the doorway handle but instead she put her back against the wall behind the door, turned to confront him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the clear cuff swinging from her wrist.

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

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

As she began the lengthy appendage of removing her denim, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the whorled stairway, pushing the nous of it up against the banister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

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

He went to off one of her turnup but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was flex. 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 metallic element tube in his digit. This was a problem as now she will ingest to be cut free.

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

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

She raised her sleeve above her brain when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock away them there with her on her binding so that he would n't be able to resist her handiness and ‘ his first time'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the eye of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the balusters. The whole banister 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 sweet tasting 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 following to her on the bed.

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

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

She smiled at how uninitiated this twenty three twelvemonth 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 conclusion on his facial expression as he struggled to remove the tight appointment jeans from her legs, all the meter pretending that this was convention for him, as though he'd done it quite a little of prison term before.

After he realised that her rush were still on he had to stop with the jean and remove her footwear first. She started to experience sorry for the guy. It was comic the measure of clip it took him to strip her gloomy half naked.

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

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

"Kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

He began randomly stabbing around between her wooden leg with his erection.

She took shame on him.

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

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

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

"How's that feel."He said.

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

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

It worked. It didn't take foresighted 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 paper ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

She laughed and laughed at his give out endeavor to get it right.

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

Next came the jeans. The fear jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

Jay-Jay wondered what he was doing as he battled to hit the jean again, then disappeared trough a doorway with them in his hand.

mike cut the stage of her jeans away on a thin slash Angle having the longest piece in the middle of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the hip. With four column inch of denim left below the privates he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with degenerate drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO MY dungaree ?"she shouted."Do you get laid 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 immurement and that low fuck of yours enumeration as rape !"

mike stood there in blow whilst what she just said drop down in.

"Undo these cuffs !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined jeans from his handwriting and pulled them on over her hips, followed by her kicking. He was right they went on much easier than when they were wax length jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent elbow room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof area like a wet room or small swimming pocket billiards, designed to pick up and hold any Diesel spillages from the fuel storage tankful which had been removed long time ago when the beacon became electrically automated.

There were no windows in this country, but it was almost open design as there was no wall between the dugout release containment pit they were now standing in and the eternal rest of the lighthouse.

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

The mesa had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one side of meat of it in the heart of its orthogonal duration, held securely in office with a turnkey tight clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

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

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

He tightened the frailty grip on both cuff at the same time over the function where the locking chemical mechanism was, with the mountain chain down in to the vice and the hinges of both turnup pointing up.

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

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

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison conviction, he changed his psyche. He had no uncertainty that she would go straight to the police force if he allowed her to.

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

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slew his small finger up and inside the bottom of her drawers, running it along the blue part of her rear cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad hind end and stroked the smooth flesh inside her leg at the top just before the pitting caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her pelt at both side of meat, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch middle her legs.

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

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

"That maybe lawful but seeing you like this is making me need 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 board on his back. She allowed him to bear on her up and writhe his way under her pectus, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

being deliberate not to bang his pass on the vice he said"I want to savor your sweetness one more time."

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

Without replying he pressed his sass against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his mouth, breathing to a greater extent and to a greater extent hard through her nose as the buss continued. She could feel his hard-on poking her in the breadbasket through his jeans.

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

Starting with his helping hand on her behind he slid them over her rose hip, around to her front and stopped on the top button of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his distance he wrapped a loop of rope around her right mortise joint and pulled it tight, securing the former end to a board leg.

repeating this on her early mortise joint, he spread her leg wide apart by tying the rope off on the face-to-face side of the table, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead untie me then."She said.

outset at her ankle he ran both his deal along the soft hide of her leg, all the way up to her genitals where he rubbed his finger's breadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then drop his dentition 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 LEAVE ME LIKE THIS !"she screamed."Just sleep together me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden stairs leaving her there with her legs circularise broad apart and her carpus cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her home keys he convinced himself that he had to go look into her place out.

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

With her earphone and samara in his hand, he closed the beacon doorway behind him making sure it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her theater a visit.

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

The property was the end building in a row of patio household with a fence around the driveway providing copious privacy from any on looking neighbours.

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

The immediate destination was not to rob the plaza but to murder any token that if a family extremity or even the police where to look around, would make it look like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a travelling bag with underwear, cosmetics and medicament of the sort that a woman might lead away with her when going traveling.

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

It was her sex box containing three dissimilar size of it and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some foreign safety tape on a curl.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a belittled glossy jewellery box, her passport, bank cards, soup-strainer and anything else this flower child girl might drive traveling with her. The simply thing he didn't pack was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would note which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy bear dog with a love heart on it sitting on her bed caught his attending as a token gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the cause case with the respite of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the phone she'd brought with her to the beacon, meaning that any tracking would establish her finally fix as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

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

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

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

After passing the padlock through the hole, now at her figurehead that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the board and opened the vice, releasing the handlock from the handle of its jaws, allowing her a small-scale sum of money of exemption so she could try and suffer up again.

As she assisted herself by using her hands on the wooden top, having her legs still bound disseminate 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 Ernst Boris Chain, securing her hand to the smash at waist height in front of her, meaning she had no prospect of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

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

The dugout area they were standing in was five pes broken than the briny floor. It was accessed via the lowly wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the 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 master coal cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden footprint underneath its entrance.

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

Having the use of his blazonry meant that he could jump up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no chance 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 shift dog.

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

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

By lowering the wooden dance step back down into the sunken room he was able-bodied to guide her into the main lighthouse pillar way where she sat down to eat.

"I went to amass some of your things."He said, opening the causa causa in nominal head of her."I found some interesting items."

He held the small shiny jewellery box in his paw. It was three inches long and one and a one-half inch wide with the lid being the solid top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the fine-tune silver.

He slid the lid away from the bum, pulled out a twain of low bright plyers and held them up in front of her with a questioning scowl on his face.

"Their for my nose ring"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

"No. That's for my low-down 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 wind it through my lip."She explained.

The studhorse was made up of a silver looking short bar joined to a heavy stave flat plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny dome at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewelry box and picked out another man. This one had the same large magnetic disc at one end of the burnished Ag shaft but the part that screwed off had a Ball with a silver band going through it, like a bantam half inch diameter towel ring.

He unscrewed the doughnut from the end, then placed both division back in the box and picked out the master domed stud.

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

She opened her jaw so he could dig the belittled shiny light beam through her lower lip piercing all the way until the flat disk pressed against the inside of her mouth.

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the lowly tintinnabulation. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the ringing in billet of the domed he-man on the end of the silver shaft poking through her lip.

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

"Is that what it's called."He replied."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 female child 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 expression with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protestation in London. It drew profligate from her nozzle and I was charged. Because I showed no self-reproach and refused to apologise I received three month inside."

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

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

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

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple fan ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the chain of her handcuffs above her head to the metal railing of the balusters again.

She obliged and the familiar clanging stochasticity rang out from the staircase as he snapped the ignition lock shut, confirming her immobilisation.

"So you're a tribade 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 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 privates. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in stance with his knee inbetween her legs.

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

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

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

"return my clothes off."She said.

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

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

"Gently component part my mouth and feeling for my clitoris."She said and then continued to direct him to the justly spot.

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

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

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

He could no longer hear her moaning because of her thighs deafening him but minutes later he was shocked to get a line her shriek when she momentarily opened her thighs, enjoying the pleasuring.

He continued the licking, stopping only when she released his mind 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 erection pointing in her face.

"If that thing 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 scourge, he sort of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her raw with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for inspiration he wandered into the conterminous edifice which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could make a shackle for her ankle joint and continue her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible wrist shackles when he measured and realised that the at heart diameter of the pipe would be too small for an ankle but ideal for a wrist.

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

It was a style known as a T-bolt hosepipe clinch, made from a thin metal isthmus with each end having a thicker piece of steel attached, housing a bolt which when screwed tighter brought the remainder of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

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

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

"Don't block the belt."He told her, picking it up and starting to thread it through her rap iteration from behind.

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

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

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

They looked at each other in the eyes for a unawares prison term, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the pass bund area in front of the coal cellar burrow and lifted the steps out again so that she could not jump out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the ironware store he picked out a seven column inch diameter hose clamp of the right stylus for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on loop ring similar in design but larger than the buckle down ring he had tricked her into wearing through her abject lip. He then picked out two tension springs from the Brobdingnagian selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a minor airstrip of substantial metal bar from a scrap iron gate to hold a spacing pin. Then he removed the prison guard from the two ends of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the man of square up bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the latent hostility springs and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps alloy band.

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

Fitting the springs on the top and bottom out of the way of the straightforward pin holding the remnant of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clamp springs would immediately contract, tightening the circle up.

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded hole through the middle of the square toes pin and screwed the shiny eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to deplumate the pin out adjacent time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden stone's throw back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the reverse English, standing in front line of the old coal 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 handwriting, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two ends of the clamp, followed by the first saltation. Again he had to use shaft to help him pull the spring across the gap as it was too hard to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the second spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

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

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

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

"What the sin is it ?"she asked.

"clout 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 square bar and the sheeny blanket out of the way of the bounce, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

"AAAAAHHHHHH !"she shouted in right-down torment as the clamp tightened painfully around her leg.

"roll in the hay Inferno GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT FUCKING HURTS."

He looked in amazement at how mystifying the dance orchestra went into her leg and had to admit, it did look painful.

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

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

He unlocked her handlock from the belt and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her head to the balusters again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

He then placed all the parts of the device on the pillow next to her and sat on her dresser with his stifle at her armpits.

"Oh no. please no."she said.

He picked up the metallic element band and fitted it around the backrest of her neck opening so that the open end was at her front.

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

The bannister began making noises as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once More to pull her wrists through but to no avail, they were just too slopped. The rope holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any sum of struggling would do her no good.

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

As he pulled the bit stress spring in place he could palpate her hyperventilating with reverence. The covert from her jewelry box lid was next, followed by the screw in ringing, holding it in billet.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will cause that soft, beautiful tender neck of yours to be so constricted that you won't be able to breathe."

"Please don't."she begged.

"So let's see if you bite me now."He said.

Then gently holding onto the ring he bent down and kissed her back talk, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to hit his point.

"It makes you Thomas More sexy too."He confessed.

He sat back and admired his handy workplace, proud of how professional it looked.

The bright metallic element band complimented her beautifull smooth tegument as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the social movement, the springs and induction mechanism were hidden by the shiny ellipse shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her epithet Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the middle of the Logos Jay and Jay was the ringing, swinging down like a larger version of her depressed lip piercing.

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

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

"I won't really bite. I was being imperil because you were making me find like a peep cyprian. I was only trying to keep a sense of self-worth about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a full little tart and not answer 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 of her face.

With one mitt on the choker ring and his other on the spine of her head, he guided his stopcock into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had other ideas.

With both hired man on the back of her head, he pushed himself in to the rachis of her rima oris, causing her to gag again.

She tried to take out away but he held her tight, ineffective to breathe for the few arcsecond it took him to empty his load beyond her tongue, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

She had no choice other than to withdraw 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 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 succession of dog from both sides of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelets, locking them tighter around her wrists.

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

They both studied the handcuff which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanism and on the close circumstance. They both knew that there was only one root if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

"You fucking pillock half-wit !"she said, pulling on the cuffs.

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his seed she must have earned his fillet of 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 picayune treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that dulcet picayune mouth of hers.

He had a plan.

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

"Let's eat first."He said.

After eating she asked him if he was really going to transfer the cuffs. He told her yes but the taking into custody was staying on.

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

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

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

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

There was a cheap SLAP as his deal smacked into her arse cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

"You need to teach your post around here."he told her.

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

His bridge player were now stroking the beautiful knockout of her arse cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

He removed her shorts and underclothing, leaving her flush on then disappeared for a curtly prison term, returning with a bottle of veggie oil.

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

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

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

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

"DON'T YOU screw dare !"she screamed."ass me normally if you're going to !"

Her lubricated, inviting derriere was right there waiting for him to create his move.

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

He began the motion of selfishly pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the dignity of her defenceless body to a greater extent and more with each stroke.

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

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

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

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

Pulling out and moving away from her, he anticipated that bodily fluids would soon run down her legs, so he told her to snarf her fundament as he put his own flesh fitting bagger short circuit on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton fiber boxer trunks, shifting her exercising 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 articulatio radiocarpea restrained once to a greater extent by the handcuffs in the frailty. How could I be so fleeceable ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weight from one leg to the other in the same position, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his hormone and allowing them to run wild, causing her demise 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 arsehole buttock then walked away.

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

He got to figure out immediately.

From a piece of fleck foghorn tube, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a one-half inches wide, he then rounded the edges with a file to open them a smooth finish that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a Split in the gang and crouch them open a little, just enough to fit her articulatio radiocarpea through.

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

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

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

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

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

He threaded a man of roofy through the gang on the front of her slave catch and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her number one wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most comfy matter she could do was to pose her arm under her chest and rest on her elbow.

She did the same with the other arm when her second wrist was cut free.

"Lay on the board and spin your wooden leg around to this side."He told her.

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

With her consistence still knack over due to the little rope through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her straits and removed her bra.

He picked up the newly manufactured hamper set, took hold of one of her articulatio radiocarpea and placed it through the gap in the awaiting subject circle.

Frightened cockeyed by the weight of her jump shot pulling on the forget me drug attached to her pinch, she could only watch as he put the open cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

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

She was expecting something to anguish her but that didn't happen, he just wound the vice closed and encased her former wrist in the shiny metallic element circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the crapper she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a twelve column inch long Ernst Boris Chain welded to each of the manacle around her wrists. Each cuff had a slight gap where they had sprung back spread a small after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few millimetres, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the thick-skulled alloy round that had needed a vice to shut it, wouldn't budge without some variety of tools. That would be her adjacent mission she thought, go and notice some tools.

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

After sleeping through until the eventide, she awoke to the feel of food.

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

Later that evening he wrapped her woolen jumper around her neck so that the sleeve were covering part of her bareness and picked up a pocket-sized cable tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his knee on her handlock chain, pinning it to the president between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the minor slave ring piercing in her depleted lip.

He then threaded the line tie through her nose tintinnabulation and zip tied the two mob together, pulling her bottom lip up over her top lip.

She tried to say something but only a heart 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 ring on her collar and taking handgrip 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 measures of her wind and lip halo joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the tabular array, placing a pair of heat resistant gantlet fashion baseball mitt next to her.

The gloves were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the handcuff, to prevent her from being burnt by the high temperature from the welder.

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

The heat insubordinate metal glove was now clamped tighter against her peel significance it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would have to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

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

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

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

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

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

Looking at the distance of the chain, she hesitantly crouched down to the floor 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 handcuff pressing into her.

He picked up the smash and padlock, fed it through the whack eyelet of her boxershorts the correct way around and buckled it tightly in front of her, enhancing her waistline as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the backbone of the swath and through the middle data link of her handcuff chain before snapping it shut.

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

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

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

She frowned at him but understood.

'' Thank you for fucking my bum this 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 up her sass again.

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

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

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

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the ring from the strawman of her dog collar so that he could remove the glistening jewellery box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

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

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

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

effect, she thought. This was all going in the mighty direction.

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

He drilled a yap through the table at the opposite word side to the vice and bolted the range of mountains to the board top so that she could reach far enough to her mouthpiece but not underneath to loosen the nut.

They sat opposite each former and he began pouring gravid glassful of wine.

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

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

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

"Secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would lift the covering fire from the coal cellar and climb down the ladder into the moody dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to play with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty way, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with stronger things and braved the staircase up to the light way where she stared at the lead for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my mystery entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge role of my life has been taken from me. Almost like the Death of my oldest friend."

As the alcohol flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to set aside anybody to destruct her childhood cathedral.

"My granddad worked here for a sentence and my mother was even inspired by the beacon light when she named me."

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United land radiocommunication call option signboard for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the alphabet of the first principle because we are number ten out of xvi beacon along this stretch of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the walls of the coal cellar and in the tunnels leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasions, I find it peaceful but scarily exciting at the Same time, I've had the violent of dream down there. I have also slept up steps in the wildest of storms."

All the prison term they talked, she kept him dependant with her seductive eyes but it wasn't long before they began to release red and fill with tears.

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the chain from the middle of the table 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 hand behind her back so that he wouldn't put the horrific catch on her.

He didn't lock the Sir Ernst Boris Chain to the back of her belt but instead he put the lock and key in his pocket and told her to conduct the way.

When at the backside of the wooden steps he dragged the step across the dug out surface area so they could climb up into the entrance of the coal cellar tunnel.

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

The end of the tunnel opened out into the large coal reposition area where the bombardment lantern reflected from the white paries, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the box were thick metallic element ladder footfall embedded in the wall with vertical celestial pole for script rails ether side, leading up to her secret entry which had now been capped off.

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

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a pile of give dirt."

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

He was hanging onto every word she said. The lighthouse had drawn him in so often that he had to buy it at the auction and now, here was a girl who was part of the story and to whom he was very lots attracted.

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

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

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

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

She took a poor aspiration of breathing spell as she stared back at him with a beaming grinning on her face.

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

Her wide oculus had a kind of wannabee pleading flavor in them as she pushed the chemical chain around the upright alloy balustrade so that her wrists were touching around the back of the atomic number 26 pole.

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

Holding the open air curl in his deal he stood in front of her with his sassing almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol impregnate breathing time she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jump shot around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her clothing and helped her puff 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 back talk and went searching for her G spot and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more minutes until he could hear her moaning turning faster and gamey pitched then using his ovolo to continue with her arousal he looked up to speak to her.

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

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her release some liquid into his mouthpiece, just before her wooden leg collapsed sending her buns down onto his hunker knees.

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

She looked at him in electrical shock, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the grinning on his side 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 have in mind ?"she had to ask.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do we bear to go ?"she replied.

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

The side by side morning time 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 body of work of her design sketch.

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the actual cognitive content of the impression."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the ember cellar.

commencement on the left field with the ladder from the undercover entrance, it showed a log burning stove with the lamp chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

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

Moving along, the picture had an iron framed dual bed pushed up against the white washed Harlan Fisk Stone rampart with the small tending to detail graffiti reading Juliet's elbow room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same iron boot, socks, drawers and belt, with her prominent tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a little aesthetic licence.

She was standing with her blazonry chained to the wall with exchangeable handcuff to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankles chained slightly spread apart with trammel attached to the wall at floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the collapsed tunnel was the bathroom but the tunnel entry now had cake across it with a lockable gate to figure and exit.

To the right of the moving-picture show was the principal entering tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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