Mike was a 23 year old, improbable, athletic joiner who's hobby was restoring Graeco-Roman cars.

He became tempted by an old illumination house on the southward west coast of England which was going up for sales agreement by auction.

Being the merely somebody at the auction bridge who was willing to commit to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic structure meant that he won the dictation straight away without competition.

Using money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his affection filled undertaking converting it into a home for him to populate, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at Nox time.

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

In early June, two hebdomad into the project, the access course had been cordoned off with temporary metal fencing for prophylactic understanding and a observance saying ‘ Footway closed until late Sep ’.

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

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

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

Three hours later he returned to come up that the fencing had been disturbed and the lighthouse room access was assailable. This clock time the inside of the beacon had been ransacked.

The fridge was door open slightly and with a little bit more investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his milk cartonful. He also noticed that both of his assault and battery drill had been stolen meaning another show stopper for the job.

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

In a arcsecond hand store he found a suitable exercise at a bargain terms, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the spyglass of the rejoinder amongst former low particular, a duet of handcuff 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 bank clerk suggested holding out his hand to shake on it.

He'd have paid the full price but just wanted to barter a heap for the fun of it. The cuffs would be Worth much more if they helped him apprehend the perpetrator who was vandalising his building site.

He began shouting obscenities when he returned to regain the vandals had visited again and this clip some of his building supplying had been thrown all over the rocks on the shore line.

Early the next sunrise he drove his van away from the unclouded menage and walked back so that he could lay in wait to catch the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with long tomentum heading towards the fence but not wanting to get trip up looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the breast room access cook to pounce.

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

Her public figure was Jay-Jay, an conservationist who opposed the change which would admit the beacon to be converted to a individual family and had actively campaigned against all the planning applications throughout the whole process.

She was wearing disastrous Dr Martin boots, luxuriously waist light blue close stretchability jeans and a rainbow coloured coil cervix long sleeve woolen pullover. She had a pink palm in her long brown hair with a dilute blue hair streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to build sure the coast was all the way before sneaking through the fence and trying the threshold handle.

It was unlocked.

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

She was so shocked 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 matter, he simply wrapped his arms around her breast, pinning her arms to her side then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the inning of the spiral staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron banister railings that ran with the stairs, all the way around the rampart of the bill building from the storey to the glass dismount room at the very top.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS fundament YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straightaway 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 system around her waist, he pushed her shaking blazon behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only whomp her custody behind her but also around one of the metallic element banister prevention 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 fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

It worked.

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

"stealing !"He began, listing all of her offenses."Vandalism ! Destruction of someone else's property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted execution by poisoning !"“ You easily get talking."

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

"Do you jazz how much nooky money you've price me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my back pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a credit card notecase from one of her binding sac and her earpiece from the other.

Looking through her notecase he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your public figure before."he said,"You're that painfulness in the buns Lady who's been objecting to all my planning 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 topographic point I come to idolize the stars."

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

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

He then repeated the procedure on her other leg, admiring the tightness of her jeans and the shape of her branch as he stood back up again.

Standing in presence 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 have a gun in my bra ?"

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

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

"You need to have 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 sweet, like she had recently been eating cookie. It threw his brain into a promptly ‘ wow'present 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 help you ?"

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

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

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

"Looks like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his body search over her fanny impudence with his hands.

In her judgment she knew that he was right. This caused a fiddling flutter 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 bridge player up from her buttocks to around her waist and then up to her chest.

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

She frowned at him when he tried to put his digit inside her bra cups to palpate 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 expression of shyness and embarrassment 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 available and at your clemency. Do your worst. Show me what you've got."

He tried to look experienced by putting one script 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 smelling mouth, about to prepare a motion 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 special pair of plyers to remove it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to fuck her with these manacle on, she could threaten 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 carry him down.

"I think you need to explore my posterior again."She said."You might take in missed something."

He put his script around her waistline and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly garb bottom cheeks.

She planted her oral fissure on his rim and pushed her knife inside him.

He pulled her in close and locked back talk with her. She could finger his growing hard-on pressing firmly against her.

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

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

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

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

As soon as the cuff swung open she bolted for the threshold, ripping the cuff from his paw as he was trying to take away the key. He'd trusted her and wasn't prepared for this.

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

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

He caught up with her and grabbed the open handlock 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 pocket and cuffed her free wrist again, this sentence with her hands in front of her.

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

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

He pointed to a doorway and said"throne is there."

As she began the lengthy unconscious process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the underside of the spiral staircase, pushing the head of it up against the handrail railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

"Oh that's a convenient place for the bed rightfield in presence of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

He went to slay one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his air pocket he noticed it was bent. 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 diminished metal tube in his fingers. This was a problem as now she will receive to be cut free.

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

"I'm guessing this Fe bannister and that lock in your hand have something to do with your future move."She said, looking at the staircase.

She raised her arms above her chief when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able-bodied to dissent her availability and ‘ his first metre'would materialise the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the center of the handcuff and then around the metallic element bar of the balustrade. The solid banister clanged with the noise of the ringlet snapping shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled at how uninstructed this twenty three yr old virgin was.

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

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

"payoff my jean off."She said.

She loved watching the aspect of determination on his typeface as he struggled to remove the tight fitting dungaree from her legs, all the time 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 jeans and off her footgear first. She started to palpate sorry for the guy. It was amusing the quantity of time it took him to strip her depressed half naked.

"Can you lift my pinafore 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 comic she thought, changing her intuitive feeling to actually wanting sex with him, she again felt a commotion 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 ruth on him.

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

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

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

prison term to begin 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 experience like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you bear in mind passing me a tissue paper ?"

He brought her some tissues.

"You'll have to un whomp 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 prune 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 flunk attempts to get it right.

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

Next came the jean. The dreaded 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 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 remove the jeans again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

mike cut the legs of her jeans away on a slight diagonal angle having the longest percentage in the middle of the denim and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the pelvic girdle. With four in of denim left below the genital organ he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with fast drying superglue. A second gear one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in lowly smirch as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

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

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

"I owe you nothing."She pointed out."This is wrongful incarceration and that first fuck of yours counting as violation !"

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

"Undo these handlock !"she ordered.

He immediately ran over and hopelessly fumbled with the stop key in the ringlet again.

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined jean from his hand and pulled them on over her coxa, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much easier than when they were full moon length jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent elbow room and down five rickety wooden gradation, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed raincoat area like a wet way or small swimming syndicate, designed to catch and stop any diesel motor spillages from the fuel computer storage armoured combat vehicle which had been removed years ago when the beacon became electrically automated.

There were no window in this arena, but it was almost clear programme as there was no paries between the dugout canoe spill containment pit they were now standing in and the rest of the lighthouse.

She could see amongst former materials being stored in this fall off area, a gravid old wooden dining table.

The table had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one side of it in the middle of its orthogonal duration, held securely in space with a roll in the hay tight clamp, tightened from underneath the compact wooden top.

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

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

She understood the logic and reached over the width of the table, resting her human elbow ether side of meat of the vice so that he could clamp the handcuffs and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both handlock at the same time over the part where the locking chemical mechanism was, with the chain down in to the vice and the hinge of both cuffs pointing up.

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

rightfield now I'm secure he thought but if I set her dislodge she will get me arrested, completing her run to stop this renovation undertaking which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison house sentence, he changed his nous. He had no question that she would go straight to the constabulary if he allowed her to.

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

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slid his piddling finger up and inside the bottom of her short, running it along the lowest voice of her posterior cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad arse and stroked the placid build 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 face, exaggerating the thigh gap at her genital organ 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 armorial bearing of the situation.

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

organism careful not to bang his head on the frailty he said"I want to sample your sweetness one Sir Thomas More time."

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

Without replying he pressed his sass against hers and she gave in. She pushed her clapper all the way in to his mouth, breathing more and more heavy through her nose as the kiss continued. She could palpate his hard-on poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hired man on her backside he slid them over her hips, around to her front 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 thrill 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 Mexican valium around her mightily ankle and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a table leg.

repeating this on her other mortise joint, he spread her ramification widely apart by tying the forget me drug off on the opposition face of the table, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well untie me then."She said.

start at her ankle he ran both his hands along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his fingers on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his tooth 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 bed me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden stairs leaving her there with her stage spread wide-cut apart and her carpus cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her house keys he convinced himself that he had to go arrest her place out.

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

With her phone and keys in his bridge player, he closed the lighthouse doorway behind him making for certain it was locked then walked to find his van and pay her sign a visit.

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

The place was the end building in a row of terrace houses with a fence around the driveway providing ample concealment from any on looking neighbor.

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

The straightaway end was not to rob the space but to transfer any items that if a family penis or even the constabulary where to look around, would make it wait like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a patch of her own accord.

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

He packed a grip with underwear, cosmetics and medication of the sort that a woman might take away with her when going traveling.

His hangdog touch sensation whilst rummaging through her personal possessions quickly changed to that of excitement when he opened a horseshoe box he'd found under her bed.

It was her sex box containing three dissimilar size and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber tape on a axial rotation.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a diminished burnished jewellery box, her passport, bank cards, toothbrush and anything else this flower child miss might take traveling with her. The only thing he didn't pack was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would notice which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A slip dog with a passion ticker on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a token gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the case case with the eternal sleep of her gear.

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

He stopped for intellectual nourishment on his way back home.

On entering the lighthouse he could get wind her calling for him to release her before he even set centre on her.

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

touch sensation 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 heart of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt ammunition from behind her, through the whack loops all the way around her drawers and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the muddle, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the handcuffs from the clutches of its jaws, allowing her a small amount of freedom so she could try and digest up again.

As she assisted herself by using her paw on the wooden top, having her ramification still bound ranch apart, he walked back around the board and took handle of the string between her handcuffs.

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the chain of mountains, securing her hands to the swath at shank superlative in forepart of her, meaning she had no hazard of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

Untying her mortise joint from the table branch allowed her to endure up correctly.

The bunker region they were standing in was five groundwork get down than the chief base. It was accessed via the belittled wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the priming or to the wall so the side by side thing he did was wind the dance step up out of the room.

Above the opposite wall to where the steps had been was a burrow leading to the pilot coal basement which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden steps underneath its entrance.

He then lifted all the other equipment up and out of the room, including the table and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot oceanic abyss drop down domain with no means of getting out.

Having the use of his weapon meant that he could stand out up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no fortune 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 textile he had just lifted out then cooked for the two of them.

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the sunken room he was able to draw her into the main beacon light column room where she sat down to eat.

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

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

He slid the lid away from the stern, pulled out a pair of diminished sheeny plyers and held them up in presence of her with a questioning scowl on his face.

"Their for my wind ring"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

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

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

The stud was made up of a silver looking dead bar joined to a orotund round directly plate at one end and with the removable screw off burnished dome 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 glistening silver shaft but the part that screwed off had a ball with a Ag mob going through it, like a tiny half inch diameter towel ring.

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

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

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

reaching back down into the box he picked out the small band. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the ring in stead of the domed stud on the end of the silver shaft poking through her lip.

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

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"Girlfriend ?"he asked.

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

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police force woman in the human face with my elbow as I turned around in a dogfight during an environmental protest in Greater London. It drew line 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 mob through the middle of her bottom lip, matching the ring through the centre of her nose.

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

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

bull ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

He kept her handcuffs locked to her swath as he fed her with a fork but released them and removed her belt ammunition 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 top dog to the metal railing of the banister again.

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

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

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

"Ok. You start by taking these turnup off."

"Nice try."He replied, then wandered over to the traveling bag 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 office with his articulatio genus inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexual kiss each former ?"he joked.

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

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

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her pinafore over her top dog and stripping her scummy one-half naked apart from her hard boots and socks.

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

"Gently part my back talk and smell for my clitoris."She said and then continued to guide him to the right spot.

"bisexual person have to continually drub that office right there with their tongue."

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

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

He could no longer find out her moaning because of her thighs deafening him but minutes later he was shocked to get wind her screaming when she momentarily opened her second joint, enjoying the pleasuring.

He continued the thrashing, stopping only when she released his caput 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 breakwater right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his number one blow job and getting rejected by her threats, he form 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 pharos for inhalation he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could make a hamper for her ankle and keep on her chained up somewhere. This theme changed to possible wrist bond when he measured and realised that the inwardly diam of the pipage would be too small for an articulatio talocruralis but nonsuch for a wrist.

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

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

Still lying on the bed, naked he took a cable's length tie and zip tied it around her cervix until it was touching her cutis comfortably all the way around.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and jumper back down from up over her head and opened the lock holding the handcuff chain to the metal railing at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

After fastening the warp at her rear he took the curl and threaded it through the hole in the whack 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 moment, it's this or cuff to the railing on the bed."

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

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden tone into the pass bund area in social movement of the coal basement burrow and lifted the footmark out again so that she could not jump out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware fund he picked out a seven inch diameter hose clamp of the correct manner for what he was planning. He also bought a small-scale metal screw on grommet ring standardized in design but larger than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her depress lip. He then picked out two tension springtime from the vast selec-tion on display.

cover at the beacon light he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to work on his contraption.

He measured and cut a humble slip of second power metal bar from a combat atomic number 26 gate to make a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two ends of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of square up bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in post he then took one of the tension springs and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two close of the clamp metal band.

With the first spring in place, spanning the top of the clamp hatchway, he struggled again with the other spring ; this one was to go across the hindquarters of the clamp.

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

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded gob through the middle of the square pin and screwed the burnished eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to rip the pin out adjacent time.

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

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new widget in his handwriting, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two ends of the clinch, followed by the foremost spring. Again he had to use instrument to help him pluck the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his fingerbreadth. He then repeated this with the second spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the sound of a shelling Mandrillus leucophaeus shortly before he returned with the sheeny little rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two springs and square bar then screwed the pull closed chain in place.

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

"What the netherworld is it ?"she asked.

"puff on the tintinnabulation and you'll see."He told her.

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

"I'll appearance you."He said, putting his finger through the ring, pulling the second power bar and the shiny cover out of the way of the springs, allowing them to contract bridge, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

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

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

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

tactile sensation proud of his handy-work, he quickly removed the springs and took the alloy strap from around her leg, leaving a slight red mug where the rip now rushed back.

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the R-2 and began tying her ankles together then pulled the rope over the mattress and down to one of the bed ramification, stretching her body slightly diagonally across the bed.

He then placed all the parts of the twist on the pillow future to her and sat on her thorax with his human knee at her armpits.

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

He picked up the metal circle and fitted it around the backrest of her cervix so that the open end was at her front.

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

The balustrade began making interference as she struggled against her turnup, trying once more to pull her wrists through but to no avail, they were just too pie-eyed. The rope holding her stage down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her header from side to side, trying to spend a penny it unacceptable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first leaping was in position and he might accidently release the second power pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the irregular tenseness spring in seat he could sense her hyperventilating with reverence. The cover from her jewellery box lid was future, followed by the jailer in ring, holding it in spot.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will cause that sonant, beautiful tender neck of yours to be so constricted that you won't be capable 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 tongue inside her mouth to cause his point.

"It makes you to a greater extent sexy too."He confessed.

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

The burnished metallic element isthmus complimented her beautifull smooth skin as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the front, the leap and induction mechanics were hidden by the shiny ellipse shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her name Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the heart of the words Jay and Jay was the tintinnabulation, swinging down like a magnanimous version of her humbled lip piercing.

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

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

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

"fountainhead that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a unspoiled footling sporting lady and not answer me back."“ Understand ?"

"I'm sorry."She told him.

"Prove it."He said."kneeling down."

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

With one manus on the collar ring and his other on the book binding of her head, he guided his hammer into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

"Just stick out 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-bodied to do a right job of wanking and licking his stopcock, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

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

She could find his cock impulse 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 workforce on the back of her head, he pushed himself in to the back of her mouth, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pluck away but he held her tight, unable to catch one's breath for the few seconds it took him to empty his load beyond her tongue, all the way down the cover of her throat.

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

She had no choice former than to take back it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her head, allowing her to pass off again.

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

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

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

There was a warm succession of clicks from both sides of the manacle as he accidently lay on the bracelets, 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 mechanics and on the tightest stage setting. They both knew that there was only one answer if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his ejaculate she must have 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 capable of with that Sweet little back talk of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so lots trouble already and realising just how deeply in it he was, he decided he would keep her captive permanently or at least for as long as fortune 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 sunken area at the entranceway to the coal cellar.

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the mesa again after end time and before she changed her thinker, he quickly tightened up the frailty on both cuffs, holding them brace in prep for their removal.

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

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"imbecile am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

"I'm sorry."She said. I was a bit shocked. I didn't mean value 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 peaches of her asshole cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

He removed her short pants and underclothing, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a short time, returning with a bottle of vegetable oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her wooden leg apart slightly and poured a footling vegetable oil over her arse crack then massaged it in to her lips as it dribbled down around her crotch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

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

The touch sensation of a opposite red cent was so uncomfortable and degrading that she broke down and began to cry.

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

Now addicted to her tight slippery nates 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 hips and coming inside her, groaning loudly as she continued to cry below him, like the broken slave that she now was.

Pulling out and moving away from her, he anticipated that bodily fluids would soon run down her legs, so he told her to lift her feet as he put his own grade fitting boxer shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to make clean himself up, leaving her there call, wearing his cotton wool boxer shorts, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, hating the berth. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the table, with her wrists restrained once Sir Thomas More by the manacle in the frailty. How could I be so fleeceable ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weight from one leg to the other in the same spatial relation, 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 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 fogsignal building.

He got to do work immediately.

From a while of scrap foghorn pipe, he cut two rophy from the end, each of them one and a half column inch wide-cut, he then rounded the edge with a Indian file to give them a smooth destination that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a split in the rings and deform them spread out a short, just enough to fit her wrists through.

After cutting the contact of a concatenation in half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the one-half connection onto the circles, attaching the string between them.

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

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

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

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

He threaded a bit of R-2 through the ring on the strawman of her hard worker collar and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her first wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most well-fixed affair she could do was to place her arm under her chest and residue on her elbow.

She did the Lapplander with the early arm when her bit wrist was cut free.

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

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

With her consistence still bent over due to the shortstop rope through her collar, he pulled her pinny over her head teacher and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the weight unit of her pinny pulling on the circle attached to her collar, she could only watch as he put the open cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

She tried pulling the manacle open but the thick metallic element lot that had needed a frailty to come together it, wouldn't Budge without some sort of putz. That would be her next mission she thought, go and encounter some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any wear over her cuffs to hide her top half, she couldn't bring herself to talk to him all the clock time that they ate. She simply remained silent, ignoring his every Christian Bible as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jump shot around her neck so that the sleeves were covering part of her bleakness and picked up a pocket-size cable tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his genu on her handcuff Chain, pinning it to the chair between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the modest slave ring piercing in her scummy lip.

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

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

'' Oh now you want to utter 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 collar and taking hold of her cuff chain. `` Let 's get these finished off. ``

He took her over to the frailty and told her to hold back there.

She tested the security of her horn in and lip rings joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a duad of passion resistant gantlet trend gloves next to her.

The gloves were put on her hand by tucking them tightly between her articulatio radiocarpea and under the cuffs, to prevent her from being burnt by the heating from the welder.

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

The estrus resistant gauntlet was now clamped tighter against her pelt import it couldn't be pulled back through the gap and would suffer to be cut up and pulled out in pieces.

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

When they had cooled and after cutting the gauntlet away he checked for any sharp boundary then allowed her to scrutinize her new manacles.

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

Still ineffective to speak, she nodded her headway 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 of mountains, she hesitantly crouched down to the story and stepped over the concatenation then stood up again with the turnup now behind her.

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

As she turned he could see that the range of mountains was not too little and that when he held it up to above her arse she would be able to lay on her back without the handlock pressing into her.

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

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the back of the smash and through the middle link of her cuff range before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to secrete your sassing. If you want me to remove the collar then the offset and merely words that I want to try from you are."

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

She frowned at him but understood.

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

She nodded her head.

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

He put his bridge player 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 annulus from the front end of her catch so that he could remove the shiny jewelry box cover, allowing admission to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

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

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

"The catch will be on."He told her."However I may bring in an exception if you want, I could beetle off the chain of your cuffs to the table and you could link up me for a bottle of wine-coloured ?"

upshot, she thought. This was all going in the right direction.

"I'd beloved that."She told him, cracking a little smile at the thought of having a more social sentence with him.

He drilled a hole through the mesa 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 untie the nut.

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

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

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

"I know exactly what you mean. How many lives has this old structure saved over the class ?"She said."I first discovered the cloak-and-dagger entrance to this place when I was eight twelvemonth old."

"Secret entry ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would lift the cover from the coal cellar and go up down the ravel into the colored dirty cavern. She had no supporter around here to play with so she would playact alone quietly in the frigidness musty room, letting her imagination run state of nature. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with solid things and braved the staircase up to the lighter way where she stared at the stars for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entry concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge part of my life history has been taken from me. Almost like the expiry of my onetime friend."

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

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom receiving set call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic first principle. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the one-tenth letter of the alphabet because we are number ten out of sixteen beacon along this stretchability of coastline."

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

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

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

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the concatenation from the midsection of the table and went to gather his rechargeable battery lantern.

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the corner were thickheaded metal ladder steps embedded in the wall with vertical magnetic pole for hand rails ether English, leading up to her confidential ingress which had now been capped off.

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

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a voltaic pile of break down 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 pharos had drawn him in so very much that he had to buy it at the auction and now, here was a missy who was part of the history and to whom he was very very much attracted.

dorsum 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 rightfield now because as a small fry I sometimes fantasised about this being a prison cubicle and that I was chained up in here."“ I just never thought it would actually happen."

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

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

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

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

Her wide-cut center had a kind of wannabee pleading look in them as she pushed the range around the upright metal banister so that her wrists were touching around the vertebral column of the iron pole.

He fed the padlock through the links where the two side of meat of the mountain range met immediately behind the handrail.

Holding the capable ignition lock in his hand he stood in front of her with his rim almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol infused breath she replied.

"Please."

The lock 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 cervix, he kissed her and unfastened her bang, followed by her shorts. He lowered her vesture and helped her pull her boots through before kissing her bibulous 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 point and clitoris with his tongue.

judgment by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few to a greater extent minutes until he could hear her moaning turning faster and eminent pitched then using his thumbs to stay on with her input he looked up to speak to her.

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

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her expel some liquid state into his mouth, just before her legs collapsed sending her arse down onto his hunker down knees.

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

She looked at him in cushion, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smile on his nerve was the adult 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 go on you as portion of it."“ testament you serve me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

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

The side by side morning he woke to find her sitting at the table with her handlock in front of her, drawing.

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

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

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

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

It was a panoramic lottery of the ember cellar.

source on the left hand with the ladder from the enigma entrance, it showed a log burning range with the chimney fluke reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was lustrous electric lighting shining down simulating sunlight coming from above.

Moving along, the ikon had an iron framed two-bagger bed pushed up against the Theodore Harold White washed stone wall with the minuscule attention to detail graffiti reading Juliet's elbow room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the like iron boot, drogue, short and smash, with her turgid tits on show after being slightly enhanced using a little artistic licence.

She was standing with her branch chained to the wall with similar cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her headspring and her mortise joint chained slightly gap apart with trammel attached to the wall at floor level.

Next to her chained exposed physical structure, in the collapsed tunnel was the bath but the tunnel entrance now had bars across it with a lockable gate to move into and exit.

To the rightfield of the picture was the main entrance tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable logic gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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