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

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

Being the just person at the auction who was volition to commit to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historic bodily structure meant that he won the bidding straight away without competition.

victimization money borrowed from his parents and the depository financial institution, it was to be his heart filled project converting it into a home for him to live, whilst abiding by the convention of keeping the lamp working at Night time.

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

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

One morning microphone was returning after picking up supply in his Theodore Harold White van when he noticed that the fence had been moved whilst he was out.

He parked the van and had a look around for holidaymaker to find that his air compressor had been thrown down the tilt facial expression, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only answer to get along his project further was to replace the compressor.

trio hours later he returned to come up that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse door was capable. This prison term the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The fridge was door assailable slightly and with a short bit more investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his milk carton. He also noticed that both of his barrage practice session had been stolen meaning another appearance stopper for the job.

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

In a second handwriting computer memory he found a suitable drill at a bargain damage, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to take the air out he noticed under the methamphetamine hydrochloride of the parry amongst other small items, a pair of handcuffs for sale.

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

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

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

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

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

He began shouting salaciousness when he returned to find the vandals had visited again and this time some of his edifice supplies had been thrown all over the rocks on the shore line.

Early the succeeding sunrise he drove his van away from the illuminate house and walked back so that he could lay in delay to captivate the culprit.

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

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

Her epithet was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the changes which would permit the lighthouse to be converted to a secret home plate and had actively campaigned against all the planning applications throughout the wholly process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin boots, high waist visible radiation dreary skinny stretch jean and a rainbow coloured coil neck opening long sleeve wool slipover. She had a pink ribbon in her long brown hair with a thin blue tomentum streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make for sure the coast was clear 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 hand appear around the room access, he was cook and quickly snapped one of the manacle tightly around the wrist joint that followed.

She was so shocked her completely body froze as she looked down at her paw and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a woman but it didn't thing, he simply wrapped his limb around her chest, pinning her weaponry to her position then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the whorled staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron banister railings that ran with the stairs, all the way around the bulwark of the throwaway edifice from the floor to the shabu sluttish room at the very top.

"GET YOUR screwing workforce derriere YOUR dorsum !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who the fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

It worked.

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

"stealing !"He began, listing all of her offenses."Vandalism ! death of individual else's property ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You beneficial start talking."

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

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

"In my back pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a credit rating identity card billfold from one of her second pockets and her sound from the other.

Looking through her billfold he found her driving licence.

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you have any other ID ? I don't believe you are 12 yr older than me."He said, then bent down and further searched her by running both his hand against the inside and outside of her leg, standing back up straight as he reached her waist.

He then repeated the process on her other leg, admiring the compactness of her dungaree and the condition of her legs as he stood back up again.

Standing in front man of her he held onto her hips and caught a flicker from her eye.

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

"You owe me compensation for all of your damage."He said."So I'm making sure you don't have any short magic 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 function in her favour.

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

Strangely the number 1 thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his human face was her breath. It smelled honeyed, like she had recently been eating biscuits. 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 derive and facilitate you ?"

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

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

One more accidental inhalation of her mellisonant breathing time had him hooked.

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

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

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

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

He moved his hired man up from her rump to around her waist and then up to her chest.

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

She frowned at him when he tried to put his digit inside her bra cups to experience 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 baby 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 mercifulness. Do your worst. Show me what you've got."

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now confident that he had never been with a charwoman 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 mouthpiece, about to take a move towards her, he gently touched the ball in the center of the olfactory organ ring piercing she had between her anterior naris through her septum.

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

Was he stalling ? She thought.

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

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

If she could get him to sleep together her with these handcuffs on, she could threaten him with wrongful imprisonment and assault. That way he would be in more trouble than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the boulevard she would hire him down.

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

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

She planted her oral fissure on his lips and pushed her tongue inside him.

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

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

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

"If you cuff my hands in presence of me so that I can use the toilet, then I'll come back and picture you what a cleaning woman really wants."She told him."I won't try to scarper. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the cuff swung subject she bolted for the door, ripping the cuffs from his deal 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 door handle 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 open up cuff 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 time with her mitt 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 room access and said"privy is there."

As she began the lengthy cognitive operation of removing her denim, he dragged his bed over to the fundament of the spiral staircase, pushing the principal of it up against the bannister 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 lieu for the bed rightfulness in front of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double bed.

He went to remove one of her handlock but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was bent. On further inspection he saw that the bit on the end of the key was completely broken off and he was in fact only left holding a small metal thermionic tube in his finger's breadth. This was a problem as now she will have to be cut free.

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

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

She raised her branch above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able to jib her accessibility and ‘ his first clock time'would chance the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the middle of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the banister. The wholly balusters clanged with the dissonance of the lock 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 tasting lips.

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

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

He took off his clothes and lay down future to her on the bed.

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

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

She smiled at how naive this XX three yr old virgin was.

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

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

"Take my jean off."She said.

She loved watching the look of finding on his typeface as he struggled to slay the tight appointment jeans from her legs, all the clock time pretending that this was normal for him, as though he'd done it a great deal of metre before.

After he realised that her bang were still on he had to discontinue with the jeans and remove her footwear first. She started to find sorry for the guy. It was comical the total of time it took him to strip her lower half naked.

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

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

"candy kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

"Could you do me a favor ?"she asked."Could you spit in your hand and rub it on the end of your putz to lube us both please and use your hired man to guide yourself in to me delight ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a picayune bit dry that's all."

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

She anticipated and accepted the botheration as he pushed himself all the way in with his inaugural stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

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

fourth dimension to commence 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 sense like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you mind passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

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

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

Next came the jeans. The fearsome jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

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

Mike cut the legs of her jeans away on a slight solidus angle having the longest part in the heart of the denim and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the hips. With four inches of blue jean left below the crotch he turned each leg up one column inch at a meter and held them up with fast drying superglue. A indorsement one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small office as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE piece of tail have YOU DONE TO MY dungaree ?"she shouted."Do you know how much they cost ?"

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

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

Mike stood there in shock whilst what she just said settle in.

"Undo these cuffs !"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.

stretch for the padlock key he popped it assailable and released the chain from the banister, sending another clang all the way up the stairs.

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

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

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

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

He took her to an adjacent way and down five rickety wooden whole step, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed rainproof area like a wet elbow room or low swimming pool, designed to captivate and contain any Diesel spill from the fuel storage tank which had been removed year ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

There were no window in this sphere, but it was almost unresolved architectural plan as there was no wall between the dugout canoe spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the remainder of the lighthouse.

She could see amongst other materials being stored in this drop down area, a heavy old wooden dining table.

The table had a workshop frailty temporarily attached to one side of it in the middle of its rectangular length, held securely in place with a fucking stringent clinch, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

He guided her around to the inverse side of the table.

"ambit over and pass away me your wrists."He said.

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

He tightened the frailty grip on both cuff at the Lapp metre over the persona where the lockup mechanics was, with the Sir Ernst Boris Chain down in to the frailty and the hinges of both cuffs pointing up.

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

right field now I'm safe he thought but if I set her free she will get me arrested, completing her crusade to terminate this renovation project which is exactly what she's wants.

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

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

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curve of her seat as she was bent grass 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 thing off."

He put the saw down and slide his little finger up and inside the arse of her shorts, running it along the crushed constituent of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim cloak arse and stroked the smoothen material body 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 side, exaggerating the thigh gap at her genitals mediate 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 explosive charge of the situation.

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

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

"If you cut these cuffs off I'll fuck you again."

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

Being measured not to have intercourse his head on the vice he said"I want to taste 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 lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his lip, breathing more and more lowering through her nozzle as the kiss continued. She could feel his erection poking her in the venter through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hands on her butt he slid them over her hips, around to her straw man and stopped on the top push button of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his distance he wrapped a loop of rope around her right articulatio talocruralis and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a table leg.

repetition this on her early ankle, he spread her legs widely apart by tying the rope off on the opposite face of the table, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

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

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

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

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

She twisted her wrists in the manacle 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.

source at her articulatio talocruralis he ran both his hands along the soft tegument of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his fingerbreadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then dip his tooth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed arse cheeks.

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

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

He went up the wobbly wooden steps leaving her there with her legs banquet wide apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her firm key he convinced himself that he had to go check her place out.

walking back down the stair, he had one More kiss of her arse then said"Don't go any where now will you."

With her telephone and Florida key in his hand, he closed the lighthouse door behind him making certainly it was locked then walked to recover his van and pay her sign a visit.

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

The property was the end construction in a row of terrace theater with a fence around the drive providing ample privacy from any on looking neighbour.

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

The immediate end was not to rob the post but to take away any items that if a family phallus or even the law where to wait around, would make it look like she had packed her necessity and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

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

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

It was her sex box containing three different sizing and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some unusual rubber tape on a bun.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a minor shiny jewellery box, her passport, bank card game, toothbrush and anything else this hippy girl might take traveling with her. The sole thing he didn't ingroup was any of her clothes as there wasn't room and besides, who would acknowledge which apparel were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a jazz heart on it sitting on her bed caught his attention as a nominal gesture to take her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the rest of her gear.

Before leaving he turned the electricity off, followed by the phone she'd brought with her to the lighthouse, meaning that any tracking would record her hold out localisation as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

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

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

tactile 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 knock and hammered a trap through the middle of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt from behind her, through the belt loops all the way around her underdrawers and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the hole, now at her battlefront that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the handcuffs from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a minuscule quantity of freedom so she could try and endure up again.

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

She didn't resist as he snapped the ignition lock shut around the chain, securing her handwriting to the belt at waistline altitude in front of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the belittled of her back.

unfastening her ankles from the table legs allowed her to stand up correctly.

The dugout canoe sphere they were standing in was five feet lour than the chief floor. It was accessed via the little wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the solid ground or to the wall so the next thing he did was face-lift the steps up out of the room.

Above the opposite wall to where the steps had been was a tunnel leading to the master copy coal cellar which would be accessed by moving the rickety wooden pace 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 deep sunken area with no mean value of getting out.

Having the use of his weapon meant that he could parachute up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no hazard with her wrists cuffed to her waist in front 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 cloth he had just lifted out then cooked for the two of them.

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the sunken way he was able to guide her into the chief beacon tower room where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the small glossy jewellery box in his hand. It was three inches long and one and a half inches broad with the lid being the all top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the refine silver.

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

"Their for my nose ring"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

He looked closer at the 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 weave it through my lip."She explained.

The he-man was made up of a silver looking dead bar joined to a large round flat plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny noggin at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewellery box and picked out another spell. This one had the same large disc at one end of the lustrous silver shaft but the region that screwed off had a ball with a flatware hoop going through it, like a tiny half inch diameter towel ring.

He unscrewed the ringing from the end, then placed both parts back in the box and picked out the original vaulted stud.

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

She opened her jaw so he could poke the pocket-size shiny rotating shaft through her humble lip piercing all the way until the flat disk pressed against the inside of her mouth.

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the small ring. Knowing that she wouldn't be capable to see her own lip, he screwed the ring in place of the domed studhorse 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 hard worker ring ?"

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

"My girl bought it for me year ago."She explained.

He was stunned at her revelation.

"Girlfriend ?"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 bent."

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police womanhood in the face with my elbow as I turned around in a rough-and-tumble during an environmental objection in London. It drew blood from her nose and I was charged. Because I showed no compunction and refused to apologise I received three months inside."

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

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

"You mean so bad that you have a go at it me ?"she replied.

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the chain of her handcuffs above her caput to the alloy railing of the banister again.

She obliged and the associate 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,"Edward Thatch me how to be a lesbian."

"Ok. You start by taking these handcuff 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 emplacement with his knee inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexual person 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 lips, he played with her ‘ slave ring'Labret piercing in her bottom lip.

"Take my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her pinafore over her forefront and stripping her bring down one-half defenseless apart from her threatening rush and socks.

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

"Gently part my rim and smell for my clitoris."She said and then continued to lead him to the right wing spot.

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

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

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

He could no longer hear her moaning because of her thighs deafening him but minutes later he was shocked to take heed 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 matter goes anywhere near my sass I'll bite it off !"she warned him.

He moved his jetty right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his first blow job and getting rejected by her threats, he variety of lost the bit and climbed off, leaving her bare with her limb still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for inspiration he wandered into the adjacent construction which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipe he wondered if he could establish a trammel for her ankle and maintain her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to potential wrist joint hamper when he measured and realised that the inside diam of the pipe would be too belittled for an ankle joint but ideal for a wrist.

Noticing a large clinch wrapped around a thick pipe leading up to the fogsignal, gave him an idea.

It was a flair known as a T-bolt hose clinch, made from a melt off alloy band with each end having a thicker piece of steel attached, housing a deadbolt which when screwed compressed brought the ends of the ring together, tightening it around the pipe.

Still lying on the bed, naked he took a cablegram tie and zip tied it around her neck until it was touching her peel 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 headway and opened the lock chamber holding the cuff chain to the metal rail at the top of the bed.

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

"Don't blank out the belt."He told her, picking it up and starting to wind it through her belted ammunition loops from behind.

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

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

"It's not about fighting me."He told her, guiding the handcuff range of mountains into the padlock."I have to go out for a moment, it's this or whomp to the railing on the bed."

They looked at each other in the centre for a suddenly clock time, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

Her paw were now locked to the belt at her waistline again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the pass bund orbit in front of the coal root cellar tunnel and lifted the stride 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 store he picked out a seven inch diam hose clamp of the correct style for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on loop ring similar in intent but great than the break one's back ring he had tricked her into wearing through her lower lip. He then picked out two tension springiness from the vast selec-tion on display.

Back at the pharos he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to forge on his contraption.

He measured and cut a small-scale landing strip of feather metal bar from a fight iron logic gate to draw a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two death of the clinch and replaced it with the pin made from the opus of satisfying bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in office he then took one of the tension spring and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two death of the clamps metal band.

With the first-class honours degree spring in place, spanning the top of the clamp chess opening, he struggled again with the other spring ; this one was to go across the bottom of the clamp.

Fitting the springs on the top and bottom out of the way of the square up pin holding the final stage of the isthmus apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clamp outpouring would immediately declaration, tightening the band up.

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded cakehole through the centre of the square pin and screwed the glistening grommet ring into it so that it could be used to pull the pin out next time.

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

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

"What's that ?"she asked.

With the new convenience in his hands, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the foursquare pin in between the two ends of the clinch, followed by the first leap. Again he had to use puppet to assist him rip the outpouring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the second spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the speech sound of a battery practice session shortly before he returned with the shiny little rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

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

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

"What the Hell is it ?"she asked.

"puff on the gang 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 finger through the band, pulling the square bar and the shiny cover out of the way of the springiness, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

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

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

He looked in astonishment at how cryptical the lot went into her leg and had to allow in, it did wait painful.

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

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the circle and began tying her articulatio talocruralis together then pulled the rope over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her body slightly diagonally across the bed.

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

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

He picked up the metal band and fitted it around the back of her cervix so that the unfold end was at her front.

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

The banister began making noises as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once more to pull her radiocarpal joint through but to no avail, they were just too pixilated. The rope holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her headspring from side to side, trying to make it out of the question for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first spring was in place and he might accidently eject the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension spring in place he could feel her hyperventilating with care. The covering fire from her jewelry box lid was next, followed by the piece of ass in annulus, holding it in lieu.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will make that soft, beautiful bid 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 lip, forcing his lingua inside her backtalk to piss his point.

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

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

The shiny metal isthmus complimented her beautifull smooth skin as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the forepart, the springs and induction mechanism were hidden by the shiny oval shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her public figure Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the middle of the words Jay and Jay was the doughnut, swinging down like a enceinte version of her lower lip piercing.

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

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

"I won't really bit. I was being threatening because you were making me experience like a cheep fancy woman. I was only trying to sustain a sense of dignity about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a serious niggling whore and not answer 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 pant in front of her face.

With one hand on the collar anchor ring and his other on the rachis of her head teacher, he guided his rooster into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had former ideas.

With both manus on the back of her head, he pushed himself in to the back of her oral fissure, causing her to gag again.

She tried to attract away but he held her tight, ineffective to breathe for the few sec it took him to vacate his incumbrance beyond her clapper, all the way down the backrest of her throat.

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

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

"You are amazing."He said, knowing that he didn't have any experience in oral sex to be able-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 hands were just below her chest when he lay on top of her, heading for a kiss.

There was a quick taking over of clicks from both position of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelet, 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 blind drunk stage setting. They both knew that there was only one solvent if they wanted them opening.

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

"You fucking dullard idiot !"she said, pulling on the cuffs.

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

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

She assumed that by swallowing his seminal fluid she must own earned his fillet of sole. That blowjob had won him over. She was so relieved.

However, he had other plans.

There was no way in the humanity he was going to let this little gem get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was able of with that sweet piffling mouth of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so practically problem already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would keep on her prisoner permanently or at to the lowest degree for as long as fate allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

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

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

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the board again after live sentence and before she changed her brain, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuff, holding them steadily in training for their removal.

She knew something was going wrongly 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 tooshie cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"changeling 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 it."“ Please don't take it personally."

"You need to learn your seat 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 cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

He removed her short and underwear, leaving her thrill on then disappeared for a short-change time, returning with a feeding bottle of vegetable oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her peg apart slightly and poured a little vegetable oil over her arse crack then massaged it in to her back talk as it dribbled down around her crotch.

She tried tugging and twisting her wrists in the manacle 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 erection pointing full-strength towards her arse.

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

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

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

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheek and pushed himself in.

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

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

The feeling of a reversion bastard 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 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.

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

Pulling out and moving away from her, he anticipated that corporeal fluids would soon run down her branch, so he told her to go up her feet as he put his own figure fitting packer short pants on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to cleanse himself up, leaving her there weeping, wearing his cotton pugilist short, 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 tabular array, with her wrists restrained once more by the handcuffs in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weighting from one leg to the former 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 incline."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 make for immediately.

From a bit of fight foghorn organ pipe, he cut two roundabout from the end, each of them one and a half inches wide, he then rounded the bound with a file to leave them a liquid culture that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a split up in the annulus and turn away them open a footling, just enough to fit her wrists through.

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

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

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

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

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

He threaded a musical composition of rope through the ring on the front of her hard worker leash and tied it off around the vice clinch under the table.

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

As her firstly wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most comfortable thing she could do was to come in her arm under her chest and rest on her elbow.

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

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making certainly she did not rive the safe pin out from between the springs of her catch as she swung her legs around to fend next to him at the side of the vice.

With her body still bent over due to the short forget me drug through her collar, he pulled her jumper over her head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened pixilated by the weightiness of her sweater pulling on the rope attached to her collar, she could only find out as he put the afford turnup in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circle around her wrist.

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

The jumper fell to the floor when he untied the R-2, removed it from her shoe collar and released her, as she understandably needed the toilet.

Sitting on the bathroom she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the thick metallic element circle that had needed a frailty to close it, wouldn't Budge without some variety of cock. That would be her adjacent missionary work she thought, go and rule some tools.

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

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any clothing over her cuff to insure her top half, she couldn't bring herself to address to him all the clip that they ate. She simply remained silent, ignoring his every word as he periodically stared at her raw tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen pinny around her neck so that the arm were covering piece of her nakedness and picked up a small overseas telegram tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his knee on her handcuff concatenation, pinning it to the chair between her stage and began threading the zip tie through the minuscule slave ring piercing in her depressed lip.

He then threaded the cable's length tie through her pry ring and zip tied the two anchor ring together, pulling her bottom lip up over her top lip.

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

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

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

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

She tested the security of her wind and lip mob joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the mesa, placing a pair of heat resistant gauntlet dash baseball glove next to her.

The boxing glove were put on her deal by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the cuff, to prevent her from being burnt by the hotness from the welder.

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

The heat resistant gauntlet was now clamped tighter against her cutis 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 process around her other wrist, welding it closed as she watched in horror, knowing that resisting him would only make things worse for her.

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

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

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

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

Looking at the length of the mountain chain, she hesitantly crouched down to the base and stepped over the chain of mountains then stood up again with the cuff now behind her.

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

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

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

He then fitted the padlock through the pickle at the back of the smash and through the mediate inter-group communication of her handcuff Chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to release your sassing. If you want me to take the shoe collar then the first and only if words that I want to get word from you are."

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

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

She was still neural of him as he unscrewed the ring from the social movement of her dog collar so that he could bump off the shiny jewellery box cover charge, allowing access to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

victimisation pliers he disarmed the pinch and removed it from around her cervix. She shivered when she saw it in his hand.

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

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

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

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

resultant, she thought. This was all going in the correct direction.

"I'd honey that."She told him, cracking a little grinning at the persuasion of having a more mixer time with him.

He drilled a cakehole through the board at the opposite side to the frailty and bolted the chain to the tabular array top so that she could get to far enough to her rima oris but not underneath to tease the nut.

They sat opposite each other and he began pouring orotund 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 first project 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 storm there were no other bidders interested at the auction.

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

"secret entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would bring up the cover from the coal root cellar and climb up down the run into the dismal dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to play with so she would work alone quietly in the common cold musty room, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with secure things and braved the stairway up to the unclouded elbow room where she stared at the star topology for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a Brobdingnagian constituent 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 allow anybody to destroy her puerility cathedral.

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom radiocommunication outcry augury for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the 10th missive of the alphabet because we are number ten out of 16 beacon light along this reach of coastline."

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

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

All the time they talked, she kept him crochet with her seductive centre but it wasn't long before they began to bend red and make full with tears.

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"appearance me."

He un-bolted the mountain range from the middle of the table and went to collect his rechargeable electric battery lantern.

When he returned she had stepped over her chain and was waiting for him to mesh her hands behind her back so that he wouldn't put the horrific pinch on her.

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

When at the seat of the wooden stair he dragged the steps across the dug out area so they could wax up into the entry of the ember cellar tunnel.

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

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

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

In the corner were thick metallic element run tone embedded in the wall with vertical magnetic pole for handwriting rails ether slope, leading up to her hole-and-corner entree which had now been capped off.

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

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a galvanic 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 row Jay Jay on the wall and smiled at him.

He was hanging onto every intelligence she said. The beacon light had drawn him in so much that he had to buy it at the auction and now, here was a missy who was part of the chronicle and to whom he was very a lot attracted.

Back in the briny sleeping accommodation she walked all around, reminiscing, having her mind filled with almost a lifetime of dreams.

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

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

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

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

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

Her wide eyes had a kind of wannabee pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal handrail so that her wrist were touching around the back of the branding iron pole.

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

Holding the clear lock chamber in his manus he stood in front end of her with his lips almost touching hers.

"Let me find out you say please."He said.

With her alcohol infuse intimation she replied.

"Please."

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

Leaving her jumper around her neck, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her vesture and helped her pull her boots through before kissing her drunken lips again.

"Let me see if I can get this right."He said, kneeling down and licking his thumbs.

He parted her back talk and went searching for her G slur and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her respiration, he was doing well so he continued for a few more than minutes until he could see her moaning turning faster and mellow pitched then using his thumbs to cover with her stimulation he looked up to utter to her.

"Would you be able to assist me redesign the drafting so that we can micturate this topographic point our chamber ?"he asked then quickly got back to his tongue work.

She screamed out in disco biscuit and he felt her discharge some liquid into his oral cavity, just before her legs collapsed sending her hindquarters down onto his hunker knees.

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

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

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

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

"There is something magical about this property and you."He replied."I want to continue you as component of it."“ Will you help oneself me ?"

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

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

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a long sentence, the lantern began to flutter 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 stair and dragged them around to wax back up into the chief lighthouse.

The next morning he woke to receive her sitting at the mesa with her handcuff in movement of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the genuine content of the pic."Anything is possible."

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

It was a bird's-eye drawing of the coal cellar.

showtime on the left wing with the run from the secret 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 ignition shining down simulating sun coming from above.

Moving along, the picture had an iron framed three-fold bed pushed up against the white-hot washed Harlan Fisk Stone rampart with the lowly attending to detail graffiti reading Juliet's Room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the Lapplander boots, drogue, shorts and belt, with her large knocker on appearance after being slightly enhanced using a little artistic licence.

She was standing with her weapon chained to the rampart with similar cuff to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankles chained slightly distribute apart with bond attached to the wall at floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the collapsed tunnel was the can but the tunnel entryway now had legal community across it with a lockable gate to record and exit.

To the right field of the picture was the briny entrance tunnel which now also had parallel bars and a lockable logic gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

"Do you like it ?"She replied with a smiling on her grimace .