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

He became tempted by an old Light star sign on the south western United States coast of England which was going up for sales event by auction.

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

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

He struggled with local potency when changing anything about the edifice as there seemed to be a lot of protest from the nearby villagers.

In early June, two weeks into the task, the admission path had been cordoned off with temp metal fencing for guard reasons and a poster saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

One cockcrow Mike was returning after picking up supplies in his white van when he noticed that the fencing had been moved whilst he was out.

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only answer to march on his projection further was to interchange the compressor.

Three hours later he returned to ascertain that the fencing had been disturbed and the lighthouse door was open. This meter the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The electric refrigerator was door exposed slightly and with a short bit More investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his Milk carton. He also noticed that both of his battery drills had been stolen meaning another display stopper for the job.

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

In a second mitt store he found a suitable practice session at a buy cost, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

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

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

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

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

"Seven and it's a deal."The bank clerk suggested holding out his handwriting to rock on it.

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

He began shouting lewdness when he returned to find the vandals had visited again and this metre some of his building supplying had been thrown all over the rock candy on the shore line.

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

He noticed what he thought was a man with long pilus heading towards the fence but not wanting to get caught looking through the windowpane, he ran and hid behind the front doorway prepare to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the changes which would allow for the lighthouse to be converted to a private home base and had actively campaigned against all the planning diligence throughout the hale process.

She was wearing total darkness Dr Martin rush, high waist luminosity blue weedy stretch jeans and a rainbow coloured rolling wave neck long sleeve woollen pullover. She had a garden pink palm in her long brown hair with a thin blue hair stripe, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few instant to take a shit sure enough the coast was crystalise before sneaking through the fence and trying the doorway handle.

It was unlocked.

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

She was so blow out of the water her completely body froze as she looked down at her hand and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a woman but it didn't subject, he simply wrapped his arms around her chest, pinning her arms to her slope then quickly ran her backwards over to the rear end of the spiraling staircase.

He pushed her back against the Fe banister railings that ran with the stairs, all the way around the wall of the orbitual edifice from the floor to the drinking glass light room at the very top.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS 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 articulatio radiocarpea 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 cuffed her manus behind her but also around one of the metal banister bars that she was leaning against.

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

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

"Who the fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

"I came across two stamp battery drill 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 television 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 self deeper into this hole.

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her offense."malicious mischief ! Destruction of somebody else's property ! breakage and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You beneficial set about talking."

"What do you desire me to say ?"she replied."Are you going to name the police ?"

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

"In my back pocket."She told him.

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

Looking through her notecase he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your figure before."he said,"You're that pain sensation in the arsehole noblewoman who's been objecting to all my planning applications for renovating this station aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her front pockets, removing her family Key and some cash, placing the item on a table.

"Do you have any other ID ? I don't believe you are xii years onetime 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 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 hold a gun in my bra ?"

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

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

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

Strangely the commencement thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his aspect was her breath. It smelled sweet-scented, like she had recently been eating cookie. It threw his mind into a quick ‘ wow'bit as he continued staring into her seductive eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In her mind she knew that he was right. This caused a little flap in her loins from down below. She had to reply him quickly.

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

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

He moved his hands up from her can to around her shank and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a spirit for artillery 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 pattern knitted jumper.

She frowned at him when he tried to put his fingerbreadth inside her bra cups to find 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 look of shyness and plethora on his face told her otherwise.

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the centre and then at her sweetly smelling mouth, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the nut in the middle of the pry closed chain piercing she had between her nostrils through her septum.

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

Was he stalling ? She thought.

"You don't."she explained."It requires a special brace of plyers to take away it and to fit it."

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

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

This was now the boulevard she would involve him down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as the cuff swung clear she bolted for the door, ripping the handcuff from his hands as he was trying to 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 door grip but instead she put her back against the wall behind the door, turned to look him and laughed out loud.

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

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his sack and cuffed her free articulatio radiocarpea again, this time with her hands in front of her.

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

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

He pointed to a door and said"Toilet is there."

As she began the lengthy process of removing her blue jean, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the spiral staircase, pushing the head 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 merchant ship of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient position for the bed right in straw man of that bannister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double over bed.

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

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

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

She raised her arms above her foreland when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able to reject her handiness and ‘ his low time'would befall the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the center of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the banister. The unharmed banister clanged with the dissonance of the ignition 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 mellifluous 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 apparel and lay down future to her on the bed.

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

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

She smiled at how uninstructed this XX three twelvemonth old virgin was.

"take my denim off before you have an accident."She told him.

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

"Take my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the face of conclusion on his face as he struggled to remove the tight fitting dungaree from her legs, all the metre pretending that this was rule for him, as though he'd done it quite a little of multiplication before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to stop with the dungaree and remove her footgear initiative. She started to finger sorry for the guy. It was comical the sum of money of sentence it took him to strip her lower half naked.

"Can you lift my pinafore above my head and remove my bra please, I would do it myself but with thing as they are. You know."She asked, knowing that the bra was going to be his adjacent 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 flutter from down below.

"buss 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 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 guide yourself in to me please ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a slight bit dry that's all."

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

She anticipated and accepted the painfulness 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 candy kiss from him as he selfishly pounded away into her still moistening wetness.

metre to set out faking it she thought and so began to moan.

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

It worked.

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

"What's it 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 whomp me so that I can pass over myself."She told him.

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

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

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

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

Next came the jeans. The direful jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

Jay-Jay wondered what he was doing as he battled to remove the denim again, then disappeared trough a room access with them in his hand.

Mike cut the legs of her jeans away on a slender diagonal angle having the retentive part in the midsection of the blue jean and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the hips. With four inches of dungaree left below the genitals he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with dissolute drying superglue. A second gear one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small maculation as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

Admiring his body of 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 bonk how lots 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 internment and that firstly ass of yours counts as assault !"

mike stood there in jounce whilst what she just said sank in.

"Undo these cuff !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

reaching for the padlock key he popped it capable and released the Chain from the bannister, 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 jeans from his deal and pulled them on over her hips, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much gentle than when they were full length jeans.

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

He took her to an side by side room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a varnish rainproof area like a wet room or small swimming pool, designed to catch and control any diesel motor spill from the fuel store cooler which had been removed years ago when the beacon became electrically automated.

There were no Windows in this area, but it was almost open plan as there was no wall between the dugout canoe spill containment pit they were now standing in and the rest period of the lighthouse.

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

The tabular array had a workshop frailty temporarily attached to one side of it in the middle of its rectangular distance, held securely in topographic point with a screw tight clamp, tightened from underneath the blockheaded wooden top.

He guided her around to the diametrical slope of the table.

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

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

He tightened the vice grip on both cuffs at the Saami fourth dimension over the part where the locking mechanism was, with the range down in to the vice and the hinges of both manacle pointing up.

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

Right now I'm dependable he thought but if I set her costless she will get me arrested, completing her cause to stop this refurbishment project which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison judgment of conviction, he changed his psyche. He had no doubts 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."Come on. Cut these matter off."

He put the saw down and slid his little finger up and inside the rump of her trunks, running it along the lowest voice of her bottom cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim garb fanny and stroked the politic flesh inside her leg at the top just before the indent caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her pelt at both slope, exaggerating the second joint gap at her crotch mediate her legs.

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

"What ?"She said."Don't be pathetic. You've just had your first taste of a fair sex 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 cuff off I'll fuck you again."

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

He lay on the table on his dorsum. She allowed him to push her up and wriggle his way under her chest, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

Being deliberate not to bang his question on the vice he said"I want to taste your sweetness one more time."

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

Without replying he pressed his lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her lingua all the way in to his oral cavity, breathing More and more operose through her nose as the kiss continued. She could feel his erecting poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hands on her arse he slid them over her coxa, around to her movement and stopped on the top push of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his distance he wrapped a grommet of roofy around her right ankle and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a mesa leg.

Repeating this on her other mortise joint, he spread her legs wide apart by tying the rope off on the diametric side of the table, forcing her consistence down until her stomach was resting on the wooden board top.

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

Looking at her lower half facing pages 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 can hole !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

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

She twisted her radiocarpal joint 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.

"wellspring untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her ankle joint he ran both his hands along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his finger on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then subside his dentition into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed arse cheeks.

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

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

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

Looking at her house keys he convinced himself that he had to go tally her post out.

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

With her earphone and cay in his paw, he closed the beacon light room access behind him making sure as shooting it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her home a visit.

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

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

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the rightfield place as he smelled her placeable aroma.

The immediate end was not to rob the place but to remove any token that if a class member or even the police force where to look around, would arrive at it seem like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

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

His guilty tactual sensation whilst rummaging through her personal possession quickly changed to that of excitement when he opened a skid box he'd found under her bed.

It was her sex box containing three different size and bod of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange caoutchouc taping on a bankroll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a pocket-size shiny jewellery box, her passport, savings bank identity card, toothbrush and anything else this hipster girl might take traveling with her. The only matter he didn't inner circle was any of her clothes as there wasn't elbow room and besides, who would find which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a lie with spunk on it sitting on her bed caught his attending as a souvenir gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the rest of her gear.

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

He stopped for solid food on his way back home.

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

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

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

"You want out do you ?"he asked.

"Yes please."She snivelled quietly.

He took off his leather belt ammunition and hammered a fix through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the belt ammunition 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 vice, releasing the manacle from the clutch of its jaws, allowing her a minuscule sum of money of exemption so she could try and stand up again.

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

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the chain, securing her paw to the whack at waist meridian in front of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small-scale of her back.

untying her articulatio talocruralis from the table legs allowed her to stand up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five base lower than the main storey. It was accessed via the small wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the bulwark so the future thing he did was pinch the steps up out of the room.

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

He then lifted all the early equipment up and out of the room, including the mesa and frailty, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot deep sunken area with no means of getting out.

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

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the sunken elbow room he was able to guide her into the independent lighthouse pillar room where she sat down to eat.

"I went to collect some of your things."He said, opening the suit pillowcase in front of her."I found some occupy items."

He held the small glazed jewelry box in his handwriting. It was three inches long and one and a half inches wide with the lid being the whole top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the urbane silver.

He slid the lid away from the bottom, pulled out a pair of lowly bright plyers and held them up in straw man of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nose ring"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

He looked closer at the rump 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 shortstop bar joined to a vauntingly bout categorical home plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny bean at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewellery box and picked out another piece. This one had the same large platter at one end of the glistening silver pecker but the voice that screwed off had a ball with a silver ring going through it, like a lilliputian half inch diameter towel ring.

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

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

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

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the pocket-size tintinnabulation. Knowing that she wouldn't be capable to see her own lip, he screwed the ringing in place of the domed stud on the end of the silver pecker poking through her lip.

She immediately felt the ring resting on her chin 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 years ago."She explained.

He was stunned at her revelation.

"girlfriend ?"he asked.

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

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police woman in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protest in Jack London. It drew lineage from her nose 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 closed chain through the midriff of her tail lip, matching the doughnut through the centre of her nose.

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

"You mean so bad that you bed 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 fork but released them and removed her belt afterwards so that she could use the toilet.

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

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock in the chain of her handcuffs above her read/write head to the metal rail of the banister again.

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

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

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

"Ok. You start by taking these 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 human knee inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals kiss each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her header and stripping her abject half naked apart from her ponderous boots and socks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It must be my turn."He said, then crawled up the bed and straddled her chest with his erecting 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 threats, he kind of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her nude with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for inhalation he wandered into the adjacent edifice which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the organ pipe he wondered if he could make a shackle for her articulatio talocruralis and keep her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible articulatio radiocarpea trammel 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 gravid clamp wrapped around a thick pipe leading up to the foghorn, gave him an idea.

It was a style known as a T-bolt hose clamp, made from a thin metal dance band with each end having a thicker small-arm of blade attached, housing a bolt which when screwed tighter 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 cutis 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 same with one of her wrists, cutting it off again immediately after putting it on.

He then pulled her bra and pinafore back down from up over her school principal and opened the lock holding the manacle string to the metal rail at the top of the bed.

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

"Don't leave the belt."He told her, picking it up and starting to thread it through her whang loop from behind.

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

After fastening the buckle at her rear he took the whorl and threaded it through the hole in the belt at the movement of her waist.

"It's not about fighting me."He told her, guiding the handcuff concatenation 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 former in the eyes for a short time, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden stairs into the sunken bund arena in battlefront of the coal cellar tunnel and lifted the steps out again so that she could not jump out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware store he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clamp of the chasten mode for what he was planning. He also bought a small metallic element screw on eyelet ring standardised in design but big than the hard worker ringing he had tricked her into wearing through her modest lip. He then picked out two tension springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

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

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the tension spring and struggled with his shaft as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clinch metal band.

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

Fitting the springs on the top and derriere out of the way of the lame pin holding the ends of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the square toes pin out, the clamp springiness would immediately contract bridge, tightening the dance orchestra up.

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

Finally he manufactured a step hole through the middle of the public square pin and screwed the glistening eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to pull the pin out next time.

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

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new contraption in his hands, he wrapped it around one of her pegleg, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two ends of the clinch, followed by the 1st springtime. Again he had to use tools to help him pull the spring across the gap as it was too inviolable to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the endorsement spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

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

He held it over the two springiness and substantial bar then screwed the pull ringing in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll appearance you."He said, putting his finger through the anchor ring, pulling the square up bar and the shiny cover version out of the way of the leap, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

"AAAAAHHHHHH !"she shouted in absolute agony as the clamp tightened painfully around her leg.

"shag HELL GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT FUCKING HURTS."

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

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

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

He then placed all the function of the twist on the rest next to her and sat on her chest of drawers with his knee joint at her armpits.

"Oh no. delight no."she said.

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

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

The banister began making noises as she struggled against her handcuff, trying once more to overstretch her wrists through but to no service, they were just too tight. The rope holding her leg down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head from side to side, trying to arrive at it unsufferable for him to go forward but she remain still when he told her that the number 1 spring was in place and he might accidently release the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension natural spring in post he could palpate her hyperventilating with fear. The concealment from her jewelry box lid was adjacent, followed by the screw in ring, holding it in post.

"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 drag on this pack and it will go ‘ BOING ’."He said with a smile on his face.

"It will have that soft, beautiful ship's boat neck opening of yours to be so constringe 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 rim, forcing his tongue inside her sass to make his point.

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

He sat back and admired his handy work, proud of how pro it looked.

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

At the front end, the springs and trigger mechanics were hidden by the glistening ellipse shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her name Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the middle of the Holy Scripture Jay and Jay was the doughnut, swinging down like a larger edition of her low-pitched lip piercing.

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

She ran to the privy to bet at the recent addition to her bondage.

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

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good footling whore 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 trouser in front of her face.

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

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a bit 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 dick, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

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

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

He had other ideas.

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

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, unable to suspire for the few seconds it took him to abandon his load beyond her spit, all the way down the rachis of her throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

"You fucking stupid 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 make earned his sole. That cock sucking had won him over. She was so relieved.

However, he had early plans.

There was no way in the world he was going to let this footling gem 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 lot trouble already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would keep her enwrapped permanently or at least for as long as lot allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

They walked over to the wooden mesa where the bench vice was attached. It was no longer in the dip area at the entrance to the coal cellar.

Overjoyed at the thought of getting her freedom back at utmost, 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 cuffs, holding them steady in prep for their removal.

She knew something was going wrongly when he walked around to her position of the board and stood behind her.

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"cretin am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

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

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

His bridge player were now stroking the beautiful peaches 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 underdrawers and underwear, leaving her kick on then disappeared for a short meter, returning with a nursing bottle of vegetable oil.

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

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

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

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

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

Her lubricated, inviting prat was right there waiting for him to fix his move.

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

He began the move of egotistically pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the self-respect of her defenceless body more and more with each stroke.

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

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

Now addicted to her 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.

arcminute 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 somatic fluids would soon run down her peg, so he told her to hook her feet as he put his own form fitting boxer shorts on her to draw any liquid.

He went to make clean himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton packer shorts, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being set over the mesa, with her radiocarpal joint restrained once to a greater extent by the handcuffs in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weight from one leg to the former in the Lapplander position, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his internal secretion and allowing them to run wild, causing her demise into his sex slave.

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her butt impertinence then walked away.

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

He got to run immediately.

From a piece of chip foghorn pipework, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a one-half in wide, he then rounded the edge with a data file to give them a smooth ending that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

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

After cutting the link of a chain in one-half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the half connectedness onto the set, 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 inch chain and metallic element factor in his hands.

After welding the Ernst Boris Chain between the two soon to be handcuff, 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 murder those handcuff without replacing them did you ?"he told her.

He threaded a spell of rope through the tintinnabulation on the front of her slave collar and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her first wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most comfortable thing she could do was to place her arm under her thorax and respite on her elbow.

She did the Lapplander with the early arm when her second carpus was cut free.

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

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

With her eubstance still knack over due to the short rope through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the weight of her pinny pulling on the Mexican valium attached to her collar, she could only watch as he put the subject cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the R-2 around her wrist.

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

The pinny fell to the flooring when he untied the rope, removed it from her arrest and released her, as she understandably needed the toilet.

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

She tried pulling the manacle open but the thickset metal roofy that had needed a vice to close down it, wouldn't Don Budge without some kind of puppet. That would be her next missionary station she thought, go and see some tools.

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

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

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

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

He put his knee on her handcuff string, pinning it to the chair between her wooden leg and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her depress lip.

He then threaded the cable system tie through her nose ring and zip tied the two rings together, pulling her buttocks lip up over her top lip.

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

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

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

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

She tested the security of her horn in and lip halo joined by the cable television service tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a pair of estrus repellent gauntlet style gloves next to her.

The glove were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the manacle, to prevent her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

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

The heat resistant metal glove was now clamped tighter against her skin 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 early wrist, welding it closed as she watched in horror, knowing that resisting him would only make things worse for her.

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

'' If you follow my instructions I 'll bump off your shoe 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 step 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 manacle now behind her.

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

As she turned he could see that the strand was not too shortstop and that when he held it up to above her ass she would be able to lay on her back without the cuffs pressing into her.

He picked up the bang and padlock, fed it through the swath iteration of her shorts the adjust way around and buckled it tightly in nominal head of her, enhancing her waistline as it narrowed just above her hips.

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

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

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

"Thank you for fucking my arse this good 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 collar stays on. read ? ``

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

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

"Please be careful."She said.

Using plyer 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 salvage sigh.

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

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

"The shoe collar will be on."He told her."However I may take in an exclusion if you want, I could abscond the range of mountains of your manacle to the table and you could unite me for a bottleful of wine ?"

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

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

He drilled a trap through the table at the paired side to the frailty and bolted the chain to the table top so that she could progress to far enough to her oral fissure but not underneath to loosen the nut.

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

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

He'd caught the auction bridge gambling bug after his firstly project was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in beloved with this pharos. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so storm there were no former bidders concern at the auction.

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

"Secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a fry she would cabbage the cover song from the coal cellar and rise down the ladder into the dark dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to play with so she would bring alone quietly in the frigidness musty room, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with firm things and braved the staircase up to the idle room where she stared at the whizz for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge contribution of my liveliness has been taken from me. Almost like the Death of my honest-to-goodness friend."

As the alcohol flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to provide anybody to destroy her childhood cathedral.

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United land radio claim planetary house for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth alphabetic character of the alphabet because we are identification number ten out of sixteen beacon along this stretch of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffito on the walls of the coal cellar and in the burrow leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous function, I find it peaceful but scarily exciting at the same time, I've had the wildest of dream down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

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

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

"Are you telling the Truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

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

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

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

When at the prat of the wooden steps he dragged the steps across the dug out area so they could rise up into the entrance of the coal cellar tunnel.

The tunnel was to a lesser extent than head height so they both had to bow down to walk through it.

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

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

In the corner were heavyset metallic element ladder steps embedded in the wall with vertical poles for hand runway ether face, leading up to her secret entrance which had now been capped off.

Another burrow went from the chamber at a flop angle to the entering tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

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

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

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

Back in the main bedchamber she walked all around, reminiscing, having her mind filled with almost a life of dreams.

"You know."She said"It's ironic that me and you are standing here like this right now because as a child I sometimes fantasised about this being a prison 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 pipe dream"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 hint as she stared back at him with a beaming grinning on her face.

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

Her spacious eyes had a variety of wannabe pleading spirit in them as she pushed the chain around the vertical metal handrail so that her wrists were touching around the rear of the branding iron pole.

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

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

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

With her intoxicant infused breather she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jumper around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her swath, followed by her boxershorts. He lowered her article of 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 spot and clitoris with his tongue.

judgement by her ventilation, he was doing well so he continued for a few Thomas More arcminute until he could hear her moaning turning faster and mellow pitched then using his thumbs to continue with her stimulation he looked up to verbalise to her.

"Would you be able to help me redesign the drafting so that we can make this berth our sleeping room ?"he asked then quickly got back to his clapper work.

She screamed out in disco biscuit and he felt her expel some liquid into his mouth, just before her ramification collapsed sending her arse down onto his squat knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

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

The next dawning he woke to find her sitting at the board with her cuffs in front of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the factual substance of the picture."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic draught of the ember cellar.

rootage on the left with the ravel from the mysterious entry, it showed a log burning range with the lamp chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was bright electric kindling shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the word-painting had an atomic number 26 framed double bed pushed up against the white washed stone wall with the small attention 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 charge, socks, shorts and belt, with her big titmouse on show after being slightly enhanced using a trivial aesthetic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the rampart with similar cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her head and her articulatio talocruralis chained slightly ranch apart with shackle attached to the paries at floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the cave in tunnel was the bathroom but the tunnel ingress now had bars across it with a lockable gate to enter and exit.

To the right of the film was the independent entrance burrow which now also had measure and a lockable logic gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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