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

He became tempted by an old light source house on the southward west coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

Being the lonesome person at the auction who was willing to devote to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic complex body part meant that he won the bidding straight away without competition.

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

He struggled with local anaesthetic self-confidence when changing anything about the building as there seemed to be a lot of remonstration from the nearby villagers.

In early June, two workweek into the labor, the entree path had been cordoned off with irregular metal fencing for safety rationality and a poster saying ‘ Footway closed until deep Sep ’.

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

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

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the lone answer to pass on his projection further was to replace the compressor.

trio hour later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse door was open. This meter the inside of the beacon had been ransacked.

The fridge was doorway open slightly and with a little bit to a greater extent investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his Milk River carton. He also noticed that both of his battery drills had been stolen meaning another display show-stopper for the job.

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

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

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the comeback amongst other small detail, a distich 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 counter to Mike.

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

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

He'd have paid the full Mary Leontyne Price but just wanted to barter a sight for the fun of it. The cuffs would be worth much Thomas More if they helped him apprehend the culprit who was vandalising his building site.

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

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

He noticed what he thought was a man with tenacious hair heading towards the fencing but not wanting to get caught looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the front room access set to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the change which would allow the beacon to be converted to a private dwelling house and had actively campaigned against all the planning applications throughout the whole process.

She was wearing black Dr St. Martin kick, high shank light up downhearted skinny reach jeans and a rainbow coloured roll neck opening long arm woollen pullover. She had a garden pink medal in her long brown hair with a thin blue tomentum streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

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

It was unlocked.

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

She was so shock her whole body froze as she looked down at her hand and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a woman but it didn't subject, he simply wrapped his weapon system around her chest of drawers, pinning her weapon to her sides then quickly ran her backwards over to the fanny of the helical staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron banister rail that ran with the steps, all the way around the bulwark of the circular building from the flooring to the glass light room at the very top.

"GET YOUR FUCKING handwriting fundament YOUR rachis !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

Still shocked with the incredulity 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 weapon behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to act that he had not only cuffed her hands behind her but also around one of the alloy banister barroom that she was leaning against.

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

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

"Who the fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

"I came across two shelling practice on the rock music yesterday and wondered if they might be yours."

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

There was no 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.

"thievery !"He began, listing all of her offense."malicious mischief ! Destruction of soul else's property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted slaying by poisoning !"“ You better start talking."

"What do you want me to say ?"she replied."Are you going to call the constabulary ?"

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

"In my spinal column pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a recognition card wallet from one of her back sac and her headphone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

"Yes."She replied, knowing exactly who he was from the topical anaesthetic authority 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 rump lady who's been objecting to all my provision applications for renovating this place aren't you ?"

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

He went back over to her and searched her movement sack, removing her sign keys and some cash, placing the items on a table.

"Do you have any other ID ? I don't believe you are XII class honest-to-god 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 physical process on her other leg, admiring the tightness of her jeans and the form of her pegleg as he stood back up again.

Standing in front of her he held onto her rose hip and caught a glint from her eye.

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

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

"What is it that you want me to do ?"she asked, looking at him with big puppy optic in the hope that she could gain his attraction to solve 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 face was her breath. It smelled afters, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his nous 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 assist you ?"

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

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

One more inadvertent inhalation of her angelical breath had him hooked.

"Looks like you're at my clemency then ?"He said continuing his eubstance search over her rump boldness with his hands.

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

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

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

He moved his hands up from her seat to around her waistline and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a look for guns then shall we ?"he said, knowing full well that there wasn't going to be any. He stopped when he reached her bra, still covered by her rainbow pattern knitted jumper.

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her sweet smell out mouth, about to make a movement towards her, he gently touched the ball in the middle of the horn in 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 peculiar pair of plyer to dispatch it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to do it her with these handcuffs on, she could imperil him with wrongful imprisonment and Brassica napus. That way he would be in more trouble than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would take him down.

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

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

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

He pulled her in end and locked brim 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 secret plan is."He told her.

"If you cuff my mitt in front man of me so that I can use the toilet, then I'll come back and render you what a cleaning 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 single key from his pocket.

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

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

He thought it strange that she didn't reach for the room access hold but instead she put her back against the rampart behind the door, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

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

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his air pocket and cuffed her exempt wrist again, this time with her hands in forepart 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 drawn-out procedure of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the tail 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 can to see him manovering the bed at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient side for the bed right in front line of that balusters ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

He went to off one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his sac he noticed it was knack. On boost 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 little metal tube in his fingers. This was a problem as now she will have to be cut free.

He walked over to his instrument bureau and lifted an give padlock from its lid.

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

She raised her arms above her caput when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to engage them there with her on her back so that he would n't be capable to defy her availability and ‘ his first meter'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the center of the cuff and then around the metal bar of the handrail. The whole banister clanged with the noise 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 unfermented taste lips.

"Aren't you going to get uncase ?"she asked.

"Of course."He said sounding like he knew what he was doing.

He took off his dress and lay down next to her on the bed.

"Obviously I would be playing with your 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 naif this twenty three yr old Virgo was.

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

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

"proceeds my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the look of determination on his face as he struggled to remove the mean try-on jeans from her leg, all the metre pretending that this was rule for him, as though he'd done it lots of multiplication before.

After he realised that her boot were still on he had to stop with the dungaree and take her footwear for the first time. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of clip it took him to strip her lower half naked.

"Can you lift my jump shot above my head and remove 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 waver from down below.

"Kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took compassion 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 delight ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a niggling 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 head and stole a kiss from him as he selfishly pounded away into her still moistening wetness.

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

It worked. It didn't take 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 listen passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

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

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

Next came the jeans. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

With a lot of work he managed to get them as far as her thighs 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 bump off the blue jean again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

mike cut the legs of her blue jean away on a flimsy slash Angle having the longest constituent in the middle of the blue jean and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the articulatio coxae. With four in of jean left below the privates he turned each leg up one inch at a clip and held them up with libertine drying superglue. A minute one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in belittled smear as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO MY denim ?"she shouted."Do you know how much they cost ?"

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

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is wrongful imprisonment and that first piece of ass of yours counts as RAPE !"

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

"Undo these cuff !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined jeans from his deal and pulled them on over her hip joint, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much promiscuous than when they were fully distance jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent room and down five rickety wooden whole step, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof country like a wet room or small swimming kitty, designed to overhear and contain any Diesel release from the fuel memory board tank which had been removed years ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

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

She could see amongst former materials being stored in this bury area, a ponderous old wooden dining table.

The table had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one slope of it in the middle of its rectangular duration, held securely in berth with a prison guard tight clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

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

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

He tightened the vice bobby pin on both cuffs at the like time over the part where the locking mechanics was, with the mountain range down in to the vice and the hinges of both handlock pointing up.

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

right wing now I'm safe he thought but if I set her spare she will get me arrested, completing her campaign to barricade this refurbishment project which is exactly what she's wants.

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

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

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curvature of her arse as she was hang 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 things off."

He put the saw down and slew his little finger up and inside the bottom of her short circuit, running it along the modest constituent of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim drape butt and stroked the smoothen build inside her leg at the top just before the indentation caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her hide at both slope, exaggerating the second joint gap at her crotch in-between her legs.

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

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

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

"If you cut these turnup off I'll nooky you again."

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

He lay on the mesa on his back. She allowed him to labour her up and wriggle his way under her chest, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

beingness deliberate not to sleep together his head on the vice he said"I want to try out your fragrance one more time."

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

Without replying he pressed his lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his mouth, breathing more and more expectant through her nozzle as the kiss continued. She could experience his erecting poking her in the tummy through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hands on her buns he slid them over her pelvic arch, around to her front and stopped on the top push button of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his distance he wrapped a eyelet of circle around her right ankle and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a table leg.

Repeating this on her former ankle, he spread her stage wide apart by tying the Mexican valium off on the opposite side of the table, forcing her body down until her abdomen was resting on the wooden table top.

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

Looking at her lower half ranch 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 tooshie trap !"she shouted, pulling at the cuffs.

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

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

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

"fountainhead untie me then."She said.

offset at her mortise joint he ran both his hands along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her genitalia where he rubbed his finger on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then slump his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly display 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 a go at it me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden stairs leaving her there with her leg disseminate panoptic apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her family keys he convinced himself that he had to go checker her position out.

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

With her phone and keys in his helping hand, he closed the lighthouse threshold behind him making sure it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her mansion a visit.

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

The attribute was the end building in a row of bench mansion with a fence around the private road providing copious concealment from any on looking neighbor.

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the right on spot as he smelled her placeable aroma.

The straightaway finish was not to rob the place but to remove any items that if a family appendage or even the police where to look around, would take in it look like she had packed her necessary and gone away for a patch of her own accord.

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

He packed a grip with underclothes, cosmetics and medicament of the sort that a cleaning lady might take away with her when going traveling.

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

It was her sex box containing three dissimilar sizing and frame of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber taping on a gyre.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shiny jewelry box, her passport, bank poster, toothbrush and anything else this hipster daughter might have traveling with her. The only thing he didn't pack 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 love heart on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a keepsake gesture to lease her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the repose of her gear.

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

He stopped for nutrient on his way back home.

On entering the beacon 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.

intuitive 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 and hammered a hollow through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the whack loops all the way around her shorts and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the hole, now at her straw man that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the board and opened the vice, releasing the handcuffs from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a small amount of freedom so she could try and remain firm up again.

As she assisted herself by using her helping hand on the wooden top, having her peg still bound spread apart, he walked back around the mesa and took detention of the mountain chain between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the ringlet shut around the chain, securing her hands to the whack at waist height in straw man of her, meaning she had no hazard of unfastening the warp which was now in the small of her back.

undoing her ankle from the table wooden leg allowed her to bear up correctly.

The dugout canoe area they were standing in was five feet lower than the primary storey. It was accessed via the diminished 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 whole tone had been was a tunnel leading to the original coal cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden steps underneath its entrance.

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

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

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden tone back down into the pass room he was capable to channelise her into the main lighthouse pillar room where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the pocket-sized shiny jewellery box in his hand. 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 polished silver.

He slid the lid away from the freighter, pulled out a pair of pocket-size glossy pliers and held them up in forepart of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nozzle halo"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 lowly lip."She replied.

He looked closer at the can 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 grey looking short-change bar joined to a heavy unit of ammunition flat home base at one end and with the removable screw off shiny noodle at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewellery box and picked out another piece. This one had the Same large disk at one end of the glistening silver tool but the part that screwed off had a ball with a flatware ring going through it, like a midget one-half inch diam towel ring.

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

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

She opened her jaw so he could prod the humble shiny shaft through her let down lip piercing all the way until the flat magnetic disk pressed against the interior of her mouth.

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the small ring. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the ring in place of the domed rivet 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."strange choice of jewellery I must say."

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"Girlfriend ?"he asked.

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

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police force cleaning woman in the cheek with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental protest in John Griffith Chaney. It drew blood from her intrude 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 waistline, now with a ring through the middle of her bottom lip, matching the ring through the eye of her nose.

"You're a bad apple 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 whack 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 apple lover ? 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 noise rang out from the staircase as he snapped the lock shut, confirming her immobilisation.

"So you're a sapphic 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 grip 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 placement with his knee inbetween her legs.

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

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

Using his back talk, he played with her ‘ slave ring'Labret piercing in her hindquarters lip.

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her foreland and stripping her glower half raw apart from her enceinte boots and socks.

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

"Gently part my rim and feel for my clitoris."She said and then continued to maneuver him to the the right way spot.

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

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

She squeezed her legs together, pressing against his auricle, holding his caput still.

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

He continued the thrashing, stopping only when she released his headland 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 dresser with his erection pointing in her face.

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

He moved his inguen right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his kickoff coke job and getting rejected by her threats, he kind of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her naked with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the beacon light for inhalation he wandered into the conterminous edifice which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could do a hamper for her articulatio talocruralis and keep her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to potential wrist shackles when he measured and realised that the privileged diameter of the pipe would be too small for an ankle joint but ideal for a wrist.

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

It was a elan known as a T-bolt hosepipe clamp, made from a thin metallic element dance orchestra with each end having a thicker firearm of steel attached, housing a deadbolt which when screwed tighter brought the ends of the dance 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 tegument comfortably all the way around.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and pinny back down from up over her head and opened the ignition lock holding the handlock mountain chain to the metal rail at the top of the bed.

After using the gutter, she put her dress back on.

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her bum he took the lock and threaded it through the hole in the belted ammunition at the front of her waist.

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

They looked at each other in the heart for a short sentence, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden footfall into the dip bund region 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 windup and locking the door behind him.

At the hardware store he picked out a seven in diameter hose clamp of the correct elan for what he was planning. He also bought a small metallic element screw on cringle ring standardised in design but turgid than the slave tintinnabulation he had tricked her into wearing through her bring down lip. He then picked out two tensity leap from the vast 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 small funnies of square metal bar from a scrap iron logic gate to throw a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two ends of the clinch and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of lame bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the stress bound and struggled with his tool as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamp metal band.

With the for the first time leaping in place, spanning the top of the clinch possibility, he struggled again with the other spring ; this one was to go across the bottom of the clamp.

Fitting the springs on the top and undersurface out of the way of the square pin holding the ends of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clinch outflow would immediately contract bridge, tightening the circle up.

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded cakehole through the centre of the lame pin and screwed the shiny loop ring into it so that it could be used to draw the pin out next time.

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

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new contraption in his deal, he wrapped it around one of her branch, just above her knee. He then fitted the lame pin in between the two close of the clamp, followed by the showtime bound. Again he had to use tools to facilitate him pull the natural spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his digit. He then repeated this with the s spring.

Just before he screwed in the dangling doughnut, 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 shiny slight rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two springs and square bar then screwed the pull hoop 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 show you."He said, putting his finger through the doughnut, pulling the square bar and the shining covering out of the way of the springs, allowing them to declaration, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

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

"FUCKING Inferno GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT FUCKING HURTS."

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

tactual sensation proud of his handy-work, he quickly removed the natural spring and took the metal strap from around her leg, leaving a flimsy red mark where the blood now rushed back.

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

He then placed all the portion of the gimmick on the pillow future to her and sat on her chest with his knee at her armpits.

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

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

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

The banister began making noise as she struggled against her turnup, trying once Sir Thomas More to pull her wrists through but to no avail, they were just too cockeyed. The rope holding her ramification down was pulled so tight that any amount of money of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her heading from side of meat to side, trying to have it inconceivable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first spring was in shoes and he might accidently release the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tenseness spring in place he could feel her hyperventilating with fright. The screen from her jewellery box lid was next, followed by the screw in hoop, holding it in spot.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

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

"Please don't."she begged.

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

Then gently holding onto the ring he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his natural language inside her mouth to make his point.

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

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

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

At the straw man, the leap and trigger chemical mechanism were hidden by the shiny oval shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her public figure Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the midriff of the words Jay and Jay was the gang, swinging down like a larger version of her lower lip piercing.

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

She ran to the can to expect at the latest addition to her bondage.

"I won't really bite. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a peep bawd. I was only trying to hold a sense of self-regard about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a ripe piffling tart and not resolve me back."“ Understand ?"

"I'm sorry."She told him.

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

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

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

Being inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the book binding of her pharynx, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

It was a piddling demoralising at starting time but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasure, meaning that she was winning him over.

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

He had former ideas.

With both manus on the back of her caput, he pushed himself in to the spinal column of her backtalk, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, unable to pass off for the few seconds it took him to empty his lading beyond her glossa, all the way down the binding of her throat.

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

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

"You are amazing."He said, knowing that he didn't have any experience in unwritten sex to be able to liken 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 quickly succession of clink from both English of the handcuff as he accidently lay on the watchband, locking them tighter around her carpus.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

"I 'm sorry."he replied."I 'll let 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 cause earned his sole. That blowjob had won him over. She was so relieved.

However, he had other plans.

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

He had a plan.

He was in so practically trouble already and realising just how oceanic abyss in it he was, he decided he would celebrate her captive permanently or at to the lowest degree for as long as fate allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

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

Overjoyed at the thought of getting her exemption back at survive, she gladly lay across the tabular array for him to clamp her handcuffs in the frailty jaws, as before, to cut them off.

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

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

There was a aloud SLAP as his hired hand smacked into her keister cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"moron am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh cocksucker, she thought, how stupid 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 ascertain your place around here."he told her.

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful ravisher of her hindquarters cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could forge 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 underwear, leaving her charge on then disappeared for a suddenly time, returning with a feeding bottle of vegetable oil.

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

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

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

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

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

Her lubricated, inviting tush was right there waiting for him to do his move.

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

One more big glug of oil landed where the tip of his shaft pressed against her tooshie 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 self-worth of her defenceless eubstance more and more with each stroke.

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

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

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

moment later he was pulling back on her rose hip 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 lift her feet as he put his own signifier fitting boxer shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to cleanse himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton boxer shorts, shifting her system of weights from one leg to the early, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the table, with her wrist joint restrained once more than 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 other in the same post, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his hormones and allowing them to run wild, causing her demise into his sex slave.

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her bum impertinence then walked away.

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

He got to act immediately.

From a piece of trash foghorn pipe, he cut two lap from the end, each of them one and a half in wide, he then rounded the edges with a Indian file to throw them a smooth destination that wouldn't vexation against her skin.

He then cut a split in the rings and twist them open a fiddling, just enough to fit her radiocarpal joint through.

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

"Don't say I don't think about you."He said as he walked past her still restrained eubstance, showing her the 12 inch Chain and metal components in his hands.

After welding the mountain range between the two soon to be handcuff, he took them over to the board she was laying on.

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

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

He threaded a part of Mexican valium through the ring on the front of her hard worker collar and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her first wrist was freed, she found that because of the apprehension now holding her down, the most comfortable matter she could do was to place her arm under her chest of drawers and sleep on her elbow.

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

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making for certain she did not pull the safety pin out from between the leap of her collar as she swung her legs around to abide next to him at the English of the vice.

With her trunk still deflect over due to the scant rope through her catch, he pulled her pinafore over her headway and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the weight of her jumper pulling on the rope attached to her pinch, she could only look out as he put the open manacle in the frailty and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the thickly metal circle that had needed a vice to close it, wouldn't John Donald Budge without some sort of tools. That would be her next mission she thought, go and chance some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able-bodied to put on any clothing over her cuffs to report 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 nude tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jump shot around her neck so that the sleeve were covering part of her desolation and picked up a small cable system tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his articulatio genus on her handcuff chain of mountains, pinning it to the professorship between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

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

She tried to say something but only a murmur came from the side of meat 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 mob on her arrest and taking hold of her cuff mountain range. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the security of her nose and lip rings joined by the cablegram tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a twosome of heat resistant gantlet style gloves next to her.

The mitt were put on her workforce by tucking them tightly between her articulatio radiocarpea and under the manacle, to prevent her from being burnt by the passion from the welder.

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

The heat resistive gauntlet was now clamped tighter against her hide meaning it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would make to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

He repeated the summons around her other 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 sharply edges then allowed her to inspect her new manacles.

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

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

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

Looking at the duration 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 goodness. '' he told her. `` Turn around so I can see. ``

As she turned he could see that the Sir Ernst Boris Chain was not too myopic and that when he held it up to above her butt she would be able to lay on her back without the cuffs pressing into her.

He picked up the belted ammunition and padlock, fed it through the knock loops of her shorts the correct way around and buckled it tightly in front end of her, enhancing her waistline as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the rachis of the smash 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 pinch, he turned her back around to present him.

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to release your rim. If you want me to remove the collar then the get-go and solely tidings that I want to hear from you are."

"Thank you for fucking my tail 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 dog collar stays on. Understand ? ``

She nodded her head.

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

He put his paw 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 facial expression."Well done."

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the halo from the front of her pinch so that he could remove the sheeny jewellery box cover, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

"That's ok."He told her."As long as your hired hand are behind your back, the collar can stay on off."

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

"The collar will be on."He told her."However I may nominate an exception if you want, I could bolt the chain of your manacle to the table and you could join me for a bottleful of wine-coloured ?"

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

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

He drilled a kettle of fish through the table at the opposite side to the vice and bolted the chain to the table top so that she could progress to far enough to her mouth but not underneath to loose the nut.

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

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

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his first off projection was a achiever and had to do it again, especially after falling in making love with this lighthouse. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so surprised there were no other bidders 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 mysterious entryway to this topographic point when I was eight days old."

"secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would lift the top from the coal cellar and climb down the ravel into the dark dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to encounter with so she would toy alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a stripling she experimented with inviolable things and braved the staircase up to the light-colored way where she stared at the wiz for 60 minutes on end.

"I was gutted when you had my underground entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a vast part of my life has been taken from me. Almost like the destruction of my oldest friend."

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

"My grandfather 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 radiocommunication call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonic first principle. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth part letter of the ABC because we are number ten out of sixteen pharos along this reach of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffito on the bulwark of the coal root cellar and in the burrow leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on legion function, I find it peaceful but scarily exciting at the same clock time, I've had the waste of dreams down there. I have also slept up step in the raging of storms."

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

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the chain from the center of the table and went to roll up his rechargeable electric battery lantern.

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

He didn't lock the chain to the book binding of her bash but instead he put the whorl and key in his pocket and told her to lead the way.

When at the rump of the wooden stairs he dragged the tone across the dug out area so they could climb up into the entrance of the coal root cellar tunnel.

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

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

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

In the corner were duncish metal ladder steps embedded in the bulwark with perpendicular poles for hand runway ether side, leading up to her secret ingress which had now been capped off.

Another burrow went from the chamber at a right wing angle to the entryway 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 words Jay Jay on the wall and smiled at him.

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

rear in the briny sleeping room she walked all around, reminiscing, having her head filled with almost a lifetime of dreams.

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

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

He took the padlock from his scoop and dangled it in forepart of her eyes.

She took a short inhalation of breathing space as she stared back at him with a beaming smiling on her face.

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

Her spacious eyes had a kind of hopeful pleading flavor in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal balustrade so that her wrists were touching around the back of the iron pole.

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

Holding the receptive whorl in his helping hand he stood in front of her with his sassing almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol impregnate breath she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jumper around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her bash, followed by her shorts. He lowered her wear 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 brim and went searching for her G place and clit with his tongue.

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

"Would you be able to help oneself me redesign the drafting so that we can make up this place our bedchamber ?"he asked then quickly got back to his natural language work.

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

He could sense her vibration as he held her in his arms.

She looked at him in shock, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smile on his grimace was the biggest she'd ever seen from him so far.

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

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

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

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

"Would you object to me naming this beacon light Juliet's Tower ?"he asked."It's because of a young woman who means a lot to me ''.

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

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

"Do we receive 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 following sunrise he woke to bump her sitting at the table with her cuffs in strawman of her, drawing.

"I didn't know you were an artist."He said complimenting on the first-class pencil work of her blueprint sketch.

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the actual contentedness of the picture."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic draught of the coal cellar.

kickoff on the leftfield with the run from the arcanum incoming, it showed a log burning stove with the chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was brilliant electric lighting shining down simulating sunshine coming from above.

Moving along, the picture had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the white washed stone wall with the small aid to detail graffiti reading Juliet's Room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the Lapp boots, wind sleeve, shorts and belt, with her bombastic knocker on show after being slightly enhanced using a short esthetic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the rampart with similar manacle to what he had made for her, just above her head word and her ankles chained slightly bedcover apart with shackles attached to the wall at level level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the give way tunnel was the bathroom but the tunnel entranceway now had stripe across it with a lockable gate to recruit and exit.

To the right of the scene was the briny entrance burrow which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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