Mike was a 23 class old, improbable, athletic joiner who's Falco subbuteo was restoring classic cars.

He became tempted by an old lightness sign on the south west coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

Being the only person at the auction who was willing to commit to the responsibleness of renovating and maintaining the historic anatomical structure meant that he won the summons straight away without competition.

victimisation money borrowed from his parents and the money box, it was to be his philia filled project converting it into a habitation for him to live, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at night time.

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

In early June, two weeks into the project, the admission path had been cordoned off with temporary metal fencing for safe cause and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

One aurora microphone 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 feel around for tourists to come up that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock music face, smashed beyond repair.

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

Three hour later he returned to observe that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse doorway was open. This time the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

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

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

In a bit mitt store he found a suitable drill at a buy price, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

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

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

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

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

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

He'd have paid the full phase of the moon price but just wanted to barter a batch for the fun of it. The cuffs would be worth much More if they helped him apprehend the culprit who was vandalising his edifice site.

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

Early the next dawn he drove his van away from the brightness star sign and walked back so that he could lay in wait to take in the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with foresightful hair heading towards the fence but not wanting to get hitch looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the figurehead door quick to pounce.

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

Her gens was Jay-Jay, an conservationist who opposed the changes which would provide the lighthouse to be converted to a secret dwelling and had actively campaigned against all the provision applications throughout the unscathed process.

She was wearing dark Dr Martin rush, high waist get off spicy skinny stretch jeans and a rainbow coloured roll neck long arm woolen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her long Brown hair with a thin blue angel pilus streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few min to make for sure the slide was clear before sneaking through the fence and trying the room access handle.

It was unlocked.

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

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

He wasn't expecting a cleaning woman but it didn't topic, he simply wrapped his arms around her dresser, pinning her subdivision to her incline then quickly ran her backwards over to the arse of the gyrate staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron banister railing that ran with the stairs, all the way around the wall of the throwaway building from the floor to the glass weak room at the very top.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS BEHIND YOUR binding !"He shouted, looking at her heterosexual 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 weapon around her waist, he pushed her shaking arms behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only cuffed her hands behind her but also around one of the alloy banister bars 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 sure he wasn't making a mistake.

"Who the piece of ass are you ?"He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

It worked.

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

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her offensive activity."Vandalism ! destruction of somebody else's belongings ! breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You skillful start talking."

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

"Do you bed how a good deal screwing money you've cost me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my back pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a mention identity card billfold from one of her back pockets and her telephone set from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your name before."he said,"You're that pain in the arse lady who's been objecting to all my preparation coating for renovating this place aren't you ?"

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

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

"Do you have any other ID ? I don't believe you are xii class older 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 former leg, admiring the stringency of her jeans and the shape of her legs as he stood back up again.

Standing in presence of her he held onto her rosehip and caught a glint from her eye.

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

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

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

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

Strangely the number 1 thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his face was her hint. It smelled scented, like she had recently been eating biscuit. It threw his mind into a quick ‘ wow'moment as he continued staring into her seductive eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

One more inadvertent inhalation of her cherubic breather had him hooked.

"facial expression like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his body search over her keister cheeks with his hands.

In her idea she knew that he was right. This caused a little disruption in her loin from down below. She had to suffice 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 arse to around her waist 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 fingers inside her bra cupful to palpate her tits.

"That's never going to work."She said."You'll have to unmake 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 embarrassment on his brass told her otherwise.

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

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

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

He tried to attend 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 fresh smelling mouth, about to make a movement towards her, he gently touched the ball in the middle of the nose 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 especial duet of plyers to remove it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to hump her with these handcuffs on, she could threaten him with wrongful immurement and assault. 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 seek my asshole 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 clothe posterior cheeks.

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

He pulled her in last and locked lips with her. She could finger 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 work force in front end of me so that I can use the toilet, then I'll come back and depict you what a adult female 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 manacle swung open she bolted for the doorway, ripping the handlock from his mitt 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 grip but instead she put her back against the wall behind the door, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

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

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

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her free wrist again, this sentence with her bridge player 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 process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the underside of the turbinate staircase, pushing the point of it up against the banister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

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

He went to take away one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his scoop he noticed it was crumpled. 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 pocket-size metal thermionic valve in his digit. This was a job as now she will possess to be cut free.

He walked over to his tool thorax and lifted an undefendable padlock from its lid.

"I'm guessing this atomic number 26 balustrade and that curl in your hand have something to do with your next move."She said, looking at the staircase.

She raised her coat of arms above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to operate them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able to refuse her availability and ‘ his number 1 time'would occur the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting string in the middle of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the balustrade. The altogether banister clanged with the noise of the curl snapping shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"proceeds my dungaree off before you have an accident."She told him.

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

"return my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the spirit of determination on his face as he struggled to remove the tight appointment jean from her branch, all the metre pretending that this was normal for him, as though he'd done it lots of times before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to stop with the denim and remove her footwear first. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comic the amount of fourth dimension it took him to clean her lower half naked.

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

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

"buss 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 tool to lubricate us both please and use your mitt to direct yourself in to me delight ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a little bit dry that's all."

His spitting activeness was far from amorous but he was successful in the end. Using one hired man, he finally found his way inside her.

She anticipated and accepted the pain as he pushed himself all the way in with his get-go stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

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

sentence to get 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 finger like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you mind passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

"You'll have to un manacle 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 rub you myself."He said.

"So are you going to arrange 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 break down endeavour to get it right.

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

Next came the jeans. The awful jeans.

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

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

With a lot of work he managed to get them as far as her 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 jeans again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

mike cut the legs of her blue jean away on a thin separatrix slant having the longest voice in the middle of the denim and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the rosehip. With four in of blue jean left below the crotch he turned each leg up one column inch at a fourth dimension and held them up with truehearted drying superglue. A mo one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small smudge 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 piece of tail wealthy person YOU DONE TO MY jean ?"she shouted."Do you know 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 imprisonment and that initiative shtup of yours enumeration as RAPE !"

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

"Undo these manacle !"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.

reach for the padlock key he popped it open and released the chain from the banister, sending another clash 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 hips, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much loose than when they were full length jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent elbow room and down five rickety wooden whole step, into what is known as a bund. This was a certain waterproof expanse like a wet room or small swimming kitty, designed to catch and contain any Diesel spill from the fuel storage cooler which had been removed years ago when the pharos became electrically automated.

There were no windowpane in this surface area, but it was almost open program as there was no wall between the dugout spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the sleep of the lighthouse.

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

The table had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one side of it in the middle of its rectangular length, held securely in place with a screw tight clamp, tightened from underneath the duncical wooden top.

He guided her around to the inverse side 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 elbow ether face of the frailty so that he could clamp the manacle and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both cuffs at the Saame time over the share where the locking mechanism was, with the chain down in to the frailty and the hinges of both manacle pointing up.

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

rightfield now I'm safe he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her hunting expedition to turn back this overhaul project which is exactly what she's wants.

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

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

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curvature of her seat 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 things off."

He put the saw down and slid his slight finger's breadth up and inside the bottom of her shorts, running it along the last persona of her buttocks cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim adorn hind end and stroked the smooth flesh inside her leg at the top just before the indentation caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both sides, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch in-between her legs.

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

"What ?"She said."Don't be idiotic. You've just had your low gear gustation of a woman that's all."

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

"If you cut these manacle off I'll screw you again."

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

He lay on the table on his spinal column. She allowed him to fight her up and wriggle his way under her chest of drawers, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

being careful not to have a go at it his question on the vice he said"I want to try out your redolence 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 sassing, breathing more and Sir Thomas More big through her nose as the kiss continued. She could feel his erection poking her in the belly through his jeans.

Eventually when the kiss broke he wriggled his way out from under her pectus, stood up and walked around the spinal column of her.

Starting with his hands on her buttocks he slid them over her hip, around to her straw man and stopped on the top button 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 boss around here."He said then picked up a coil of rope.

Keeping his distance he wrapped a loop of rope 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 legs wide apart by tying the rope off on the opposite English of the mesa, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden mesa top.

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

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

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

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

She twisted her wrist joint 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.

"wellspring untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her articulatio talocruralis he ran both his bridge player along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her private parts where he rubbed his fingers on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sink his dentition into one of her two, beautiful helplessly display asshole 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 do it me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden steps leaving her there with her stage spread head wide-eyed apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her household Key he convinced himself that he had to go curb her place out.

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

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

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

The prop was the end edifice in a row of terrace houses with a fence around the driveway providing ample privacy from any on looking neighbours.

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

The prompt finish was not to rob the place but to transfer any items that if a folk member or even the police where to bet around, would make it look like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a spell 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 suitcase with underwear, cosmetics and medication of the sort that a woman might subscribe to away with her when going traveling.

His guilty feeling whilst rummaging through her personal self-control quickly changed to that of fervor when he opened a brake shoe box he'd found under her bed.

It was her sex box containing three dissimilar size and bod of vibrators, a blindfold and some unusual rubber tape on a scroll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a small shiny jewellery box, her pass, money box cards, soup-strainer and anything else this hippy girl might take away traveling with her. The only thing he didn't large number was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would notice which dress were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a hump heart on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a token gesture to assume her so he stuffed it in the courting character with the eternal sleep of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the speech sound she'd brought with her to the lighthouse, meaning that any tracking would present her finish placement as her home.

He stopped for nutrient on his way back home.

On entering the lighthouse he could hear her calling for him to let go her before he even set oculus 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 and hammered a kettle of fish through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the rap loops all the way around her shorts and fastened the warp 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 grip of its jaws, allowing her a small quantity of exemption so she could try and put up up again.

As she assisted herself by using her hands on the wooden top, having her ramification still bound spread apart, he walked back around the mesa and took grip of the concatenation between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the mountain chain, securing her hands to the belt at waist height in front of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

undoing her ankles from the table pegleg allowed her to brook up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five feet lower than the primary floor. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the rampart so the next thing he did was pinch the stride up out of the room.

Above the face-to-face wall to where the steps had been was a burrow leading to the original ember wine cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden steps underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the former equipment up and out of the way, including the table and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot deep sunken region with no way of getting out.

Having the use of his arms meant that he could jump up and rend himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no luck with her radiocarpal joint cuffed to her waist in front man of her.

Before climbing out he stood behind her, put his arm around her waistline 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 footmark back down into the slump elbow room he was able to take her into the main lighthouse tower way where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the small shiny jewelry box in his manus. It was three inch long and one and a half inch broad with the lid being the whole top one-half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the polished silver.

He slid the lid away from the bottom, pulled out a pair of small shiny plyers and held them up in front of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my nose band"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 bring down lip."She replied.

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

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

The stud poker was made up of a silver looking suddenly bar joined to a turgid round flat home at one end and with the obliterable screw off shiny covered stadium at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewellery box and picked out another piece. This one had the same large disc at one end of the shiny silver shaft but the parting that screwed off had a globe with a silver medal ring going through it, like a midget half inch diameter towel ring.

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

"Can I see ?"he asked, unscrewing the ash grey macho-man from the end.

She opened her jaw so he could poke the small shiny slam through her lowly lip piercing all the way until the flat disk pressed against the interior of her mouth.

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the pocket-sized pack. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the halo in seat of the domed he-man on the end of the silver dick poking through her lip.

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

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"girl ?"he asked.

"Yes."She continued."It was just a miss 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 house bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a constabulary woman in the grimace with my elbow as I turned around in a tussle during an environmental protest in London. It drew parentage from her nose and I was charged. Because I showed no self-reproach and refused to apologise I received three months inside."

microphone was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waist, now with a ring through the middle of her merchant ship lip, matching the tintinnabulation through the centre of her nose.

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

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

squat ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

He kept her handcuff locked to her belt as he fed her with a ramification but released them and removed her whang 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 mesh the chain of her manacle above her point to the metal railing of the banister 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 gay woman 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 handlock 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 knee inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals snog each early ?"he joked.

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

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

"payoff my dress off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her headland and stripping her depressed half naked apart from her overweight boots and socks.

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

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

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

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

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

He could no longer discover her moaning because of her second joint deafening him but bit later he was shocked to learn her screaming when she momentarily opened her second joint, 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 erection pointing in her face.

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

He moved his groin right up to her face.

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

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

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

Looking around the lighthouse for intake he wandered into the contiguous edifice which housed the fogsignal. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could make a shackle for her mortise joint and retain her chained up somewhere. This theme changed to potential wrist shackles when he measured and realised that the inside diam of the pipework would be too minor for an ankle but ideal for a wrist.

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

It was a trend known as a T-bolt hosiery clamp, made from a sparse metal dance orchestra with each end having a thicker bit of steel attached, lodging a deadbolt which when screwed soaked brought the ends of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

He did the same with one of her radiocarpal joint, 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 manacle mountain range to the alloy rail at the top of the bed.

After using the john, she put her apparel back on.

"Don't leave the belt."He told her, picking it up and starting to weave it through her belt ammunition eyelet from behind.

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

After fastening the warp at her back he took the lock and threaded it through the kettle of fish in the belt at the battlefront 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 here and now, it's this or handcuff to the railing on the bed."

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

Click.

Her hired man were now locked to the smash at her waist again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the slump bund area in battlefront of the coal cellar tunnel and lifted the dance step out again so that she could not jump off out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

"Not long."he replied end and locking the doorway behind him.

At the hardware storage he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clinch of the correct style for what he was planning. He also bought a small metallic element screw on eyelet ring similar in conception but larger than the break one's back ring he had tricked her into wearing through her lower lip. He then picked out two latent hostility springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

rear at the beacon he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to operate on his contraption.

He measured and cut a modest flight strip of straight metal bar from a scrap smoothing iron logic gate to reach a spatial arrangement pin. Then he removed the screw from the two destruction of the clinch and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of music of foursquare bar he had just cut.

Holding the public square pin in seat he then took one of the tension bound and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two close of the clamps metal band.

With the low gear leap in home, spanning the top of the clamp porta, he struggled again with the other bounce ; this one was to go across the bottom of the clamp.

Fitting the fountain on the top and bottom out of the way of the square pin holding the ending of the striation apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clamp natural spring would immediately contract, tightening the band up.

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

Finally he manufactured a trample hole through the middle of the second power pin and screwed the glazed eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to pull the pin out adjacent time.

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

He then escorted her up and over to the bed where he sat her on the English 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 remnant of the clamp, followed by the inaugural saltation. Again he had to use tools to assist him pull the give across the gap as it was too secure to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the second spring.

Just before he screwed in the hanging pack, he had a thought.

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

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

He held it over the two springs and square up bar then screwed the pull doughnut 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 display you."He said, putting his fingerbreadth through the ringing, pulling the square bar and the shiny cover 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.

"shag HELL GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT piece of ass HURTS."

He looked in amazement at how mysterious the striation went into her leg and had to admit, it did front painful.

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

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

He unlocked her handcuffs from the rap and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her point to the handrail again.

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

He then placed all the parts of the device on the pillow following to her and sat on her thorax with his knees at her armpits.

"Oh no. delight no."she said.

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

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

The banister began making interference as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once to a greater extent to pull her wrists through but to no avail, they were just too tight. The forget me drug holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any quantity of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her forefront from side to side, trying to have it inconceivable for him to uphold but she remain still when he told her that the low gear spring was in place and he might accidently liberate the second power pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the 2d tension saltation in position he could palpate her hyperventilating with reverence. The cover from her jewellery box lid was adjacent, followed by the nooky in ring, holding it in piazza.

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

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

"Please don't."she begged.

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

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

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

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

The lustrous metallic element band complimented her beautifull fluid skin as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the front, the natural spring and trigger mechanism were hidden by the shiny ellipse shaped jewelry box lid, inscribed with her figure Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the middle of the Logos Jay and Jay was the ring, swinging down like a heavy version of her scummy lip piercing.

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

She ran to the bathroom to attend at the latest increase to her bondage.

"I won't really bite. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a cheep whore. I was only trying to hold a signified of lordliness about me."She explained.

"fountainhead that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good little whore and not serve 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 front end of her face.

With one hand on the taking into custody ring and his other on the back of her forefront, he guided his cock into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

He let go of her for a instant and she pulled away enough to be capable 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 capable to do a proper job of wanking and licking his stopcock, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

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

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

He had other ideas.

With both hands on the backrest of her brain, he pushed himself in to the back of her rima oris, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, ineffective to breathe for the few seconds it took him to vacate his burden beyond her tongue, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

She had no pick early than to unsay it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her head, allowing her to breathe again.

"You are amazing."He said, knowing that he didn't have any experience in viva voce sex to be able-bodied to compare her with.

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

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

There was a fast taking over of clicks from both slope of the cuff as he accidently lay on the watchband, locking them tighter around her wrists.

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

They both studied the handcuff which were now all the way through their ratchet locking mechanism and on the pie-eyed 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 circumvolve her wrists around in them.

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

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his seed she must have earned his sole. That cock sucking had won him over. She was so relieved.

However, he had other plans.

There was no way in the mankind he was going to let this little hoarded wealth get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was subject of with that sweet-smelling niggling backtalk of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so lots hassle already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would save her confined permanently or at least 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 bench vice was attached. It was no longer in the deep-set area at the entry to the coal cellar.

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the tabular array again after end time and before she changed her idea, he quickly tightened up the frailty on both handcuff, holding them sweetie in preparation for their removal.

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

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"Idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh mother fucker, 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 instruct 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 peaches of her arse impudence 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 bang on then disappeared for a short clock time, returning with a bottle of veg oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her legs apart slightly and poured a picayune vegetable oil over her asshole crack 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 waist down with his erecting pointing straight towards her arse.

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

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

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

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

One More big glug of oil landed where the tip of his rooster pressed against her stern hole.

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

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

The touch sensation of a reverse mother fucker was so uncomfortable and degrading that she broke down and began to cry.

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

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

Minutes later he was pulling back on her rosehip 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 human foot as he put his own word form fitting packer shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton packer shortstop, shifting her exercising weight from one leg to the other, hating the position. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the board, with her wrist joint restrained once to a greater extent by the cuff in the frailty. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

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

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse cheek then walked away.

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

He got to work immediately.

From a objet d'art of scrap foghorn pipe, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a half inches wide, he then rounded the border with a file to afford them a legato culture that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

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

After cutting the link of a mountain range in half he took everything back into the beacon light to weld the half data link onto the rotary, 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 dozen inch chain and metal constituent in his hands.

After welding the chemical chain between the two soon to be turnup, 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 absent those handcuffs without replacing them did you ?"he told her.

He threaded a firearm of roofy through the band on the strawman of her hard worker dog collar and tied it off around the frailty clamp under the table.

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

As her low gear radiocarpal joint was freed, she found that because of the neckband now holding her down, the most comfortable thing she could do was to commit her arm under her chest and rest on her elbow.

She did the Saame with the former arm when her back 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 sure she did not overstretch the safety pin out from between the springs of her collar as she swung her wooden leg around to stand next to him at the position of the vice.

With her dead body still bent over due to the shortly rophy through her catch, he pulled her pinafore over her promontory and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the free weight of her jumper pulling on the roofy attached to her collar, she could only learn as he put the open turnup in the vice 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 pain her but that didn't happen, he just wound the vice closed and encased her other wrist in the sheeny metallic element circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the thick metal forget me drug that had needed a vice to shut down it, wouldn't Budge without some sort of tools. That would be her side by side mission she thought, go and recover some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any clothing over her manacle to brood her top half, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him all the fourth dimension 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 so that the sleeves were covering part of her desolation and picked up a belittled cable tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his knee joint on her handlock mountain range, pinning it to the chair between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her glower lip.

He then threaded the cable length tie through her nose tintinnabulation and zip tied the two closed chain together, pulling her derriere lip up over her top lip.

She tried to say something but only a mussitation came from the English of her mouth.

'' Oh now you want to spill 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 halo on her collar and taking hold of her cuff range. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

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

She tested the protection of her nose and lip rings joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the board, placing a distich of heat resistant gauntlet mode gloves next to her.

The mitt were put on her handwriting by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the cuffs, to keep her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

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

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

He repeated the unconscious process around her former wrist, welding it closed as she watched in horror, knowing that resisting him would only make things high-risk for her.

When they had cooled and after cutting the gantlet away he checked for any tart edges then allowed her to visit her new manacles.

'' If you follow my teaching I 'll polish off your catch. '' he told her. `` Would you like that ? ``

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

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

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

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

He then fitted the padlock through the fix at the back of the belt and through the in-between link of her handcuff concatenation 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 lips. If you want me to polish off the collar then the 1st and simply Scripture 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 buttocks this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' He repeated. `` If you say anything else, the collar stays on. Understand ? ``

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the anchor ring from the front of her collar so that he could transfer the shiny jewelry box cover, allowing admission to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

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

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

"The collar will be on."He told her."However I may make an exclusion if you want, I could go off the chain of your cuffs to the table and you could join me for a bottle of wine ?"

solvent, she thought. This was all going in the correctly direction.

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

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

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

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

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his offset project was a winner and had to do it again, especially after falling in beloved 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 worry 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 arcanum entrance to this blank space when I was eight years old."

"Secret entering ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would lift the natural covering from the coal cellar and climb up down the ladder into the grim dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to roleplay with so she would roleplay alone quietly in the insensate musty elbow room, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with stronger things and braved the stairway up to the luminosity room where she stared at the star topology for time of day on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secluded entry concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge part of my animation has been taken from me. Almost like the death of my oldest friend."

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

"My grandfather worked here for a time and my mother was even inspired by the lighthouse when she named me."

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United kingdom radio call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic first rudiment. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the one-tenth varsity letter of the alphabet because we are issue ten out of sixteen lighthouses along this stretchability of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffito on the paries of the coal root cellar and in the tunnel leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous juncture, I find it peaceable but scarily exciting at the Same prison term, I've had the wildest of pipe dream down there. I have also slept up step 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 turn red and fill with tears.

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

"Are you telling the true statement ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the chain from the midriff of the mesa and went to collect his rechargeable barrage lantern.

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

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

When at the posterior of the wooden stairs he dragged the steps across the dug out region so they could climb up into the entranceway of the coal cellar tunnel.

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

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

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

In the quoin were thick metal run steps embedded in the wall with vertical poles for hand railing ether side, leading up to her secret ingress which had now been capped off.

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

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a pile of 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 beacon light had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the auction bridge and now, here was a little girl who was section of the chronicle and to whom he was very practically attracted.

binding in the main chamber she walked all around, reminiscing, having her mind filled with almost a life-time of dreams.

"You know."She said"It's ironic that me and you are standing here like this right now because as a nipper 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 answer your dreams"he said smiling at her.

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

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

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

Her broad heart had a variety of hopeful pleading feel in them as she pushed the chain around the unsloped metal handrail so that her wrists were touching around the back of the branding iron pole.

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

Holding the spread out lock in his hand he stood in front of her with his sass almost touching hers.

"Let me pick up you say please."He said.

With her alcohol infused hint she replied.

"Please."

The whorl snapped shut as their lips 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 cervix, he kissed her and unfastened her rap, followed by her short pants. He lowered her clothing and helped her pull her thrill 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 smirch and clitoris with his tongue.

judgement by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more than minutes until he could discover her moaning turning faster and higher pitched then using his thumb to continue with her stimulation he looked up to speak to her.

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

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her exhaust some liquid into his backtalk, just before her wooden leg collapsed sending her bum down onto his squat knees.

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

She looked at him in electrical shock, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smile on his face was the enceinte 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 open you as part of it."“ Will you facilitate me ?"

"Of trend. I'd lovemaking to."She smiled back.

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

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a recollective meter, 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 briny lighthouse.

The succeeding break of the day he woke to rule her sitting at the table with her manacle in front of her, drawing.

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

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

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

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the ember cellar.

Beginning on the left with the ladder from the underground entrance, it showed a log burning cooking stove with the chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was bright galvanizing lighting shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the picture had an iron framed double bed pushed up against the White River washed Edward Durell Stone wall with the small attention to detail graffiti reading Juliet's room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same the boot, drogue, shorts and belt, with her larger tits on display after being slightly enhanced using a piddling artistic licence.

She was standing with her implements of war chained to the paries with similar handlock to what he had made for her, just above her caput and her mortise joint chained slightly spread apart with bond attached to the rampart at floor level.

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

To the rightfield of the motion-picture show was the principal entryway tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

What the nether region 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 .