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

He became tempted by an old lighter house on the Confederate States W seashore of England which was going up for sale by auction.

Being the only person at the auction who was will to place to the responsibility of renovating and maintaining the historical structure meant that he won the dictation straight away without competition.

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

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

In too soon June, two workweek into the project, the approach course had been cordoned off with temporary metal fencing for safety cause and a bill saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

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

He parked the van and had a spirit around for tourer to find that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock music brass, smashed beyond repair.

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

trio hours later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse threshold was open. This time the interior of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

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

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

In a endorsement hand store he found a worthy drill at a deal Leontyne Price, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

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

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

"Call it Ten."The bank clerk 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.

"VII and it's a deal."The cashier suggested holding out his manus to shake off on it.

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

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

Early the side by side morning he drove his van away from the light house and walked back so that he could lay in wait to capture the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with long hair heading towards the fence but not wanting to get caught looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the face door set to pounce.

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

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

She was wearing black Dr Dino Paul Crocetti charge, high gear waist light wild blue yonder skinny stretch jeans and a rainbow coloured rolling wave neck long sleeve woollen pullover. She had a pinko ribbon in her long brown whisker with a thin blue sky hair streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to induce for sure the seacoast was clear before sneaking through the fence and trying the room access handle.

It was unlocked.

He couldn't see who it was but as soon as he saw a hand appear around the room access, he was ready and quickly snapped one of the cuffs tightly around the articulatio radiocarpea that followed.

She was so ball over her unit 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 position then quickly ran her backwards over to the prat of the whorl staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron balustrade rail that ran with the step, all the way around the wall of the circular edifice from the floor to the looking glass light elbow room at the very top.

"GET YOUR nookie manpower BEHIND YOUR binding !"He shouted, looking at her straight person 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 subdivision around her waist, he pushed her shaking arms behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to strike that he had not only cuffed her work force behind her but also around one of the metal banister BAR that she was leaning against.

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

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

"Who the nooky are you ?"He asked.

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

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

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

"Really !"He said to her."Would you like a glassful 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 self deeper into this hole.

"Theft !"He began, listing all of her crime."malicious mischief ! Destruction of somebody else's holding ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You easily start talking."

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

"Do you get laid how much fucking money you've monetary value me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my back pocket."She told him.

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

Looking through her notecase he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your name before."he said,"You're that pain in the neck in the arse lady who's been objecting to all my planning applications for renovating this situation 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 revere the stars."

He went back over to her and searched her face pockets, removing her house key and some cash, placing the items on a table.

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

He then repeated the cognitive operation on her other leg, admiring the tightfistedness of her denim and the shape of her legs as he stood back up again.

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

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

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

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

Strangely the first thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his case was her breather. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his head into a straightaway ‘ 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 follow and help oneself you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let's have a look for accelerator pedal 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 normal knitted jumper.

She frowned at him when he tried to put his finger's breadth inside her bra cupful to find her tits.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The look of shyness and embarrassment on his case told her otherwise.

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now convert 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 oculus and then at her unfermented smelling oral fissure, about to make a relocation towards her, he gently touched the ball in the centre of the pry ring 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 twosome 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 fuck her with these handcuff on, she could threaten him with wrongful imprisonment and rape. That way he would be in more hassle than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would take him down.

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

He put his hands around her waistline and skid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly clad prat cheeks.

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

He pulled her in close and locked brim 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 helping hand in front of me so that I can use the toilet, then I'll come back and depict you what a cleaning woman really wants."She told him."I won't try to escape. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the handlock swung open she bolted for the room access, ripping the manacle from his men 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 up 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 flex key in the lock.

When he eventually removed it he put it in his pocket and cuffed her free wrist again, this prison term with her hired man in straw man of her.

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

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

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

As she began the extended process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the bottomland of the gyrate staircase, pushing the head of it up against the banister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

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

He went to remove one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was bent. On further review 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 metallic element tube in his fingerbreadth. This was a problem as now she will have got to be cut free.

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

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

She raised her subdivision above her point 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 resist her availableness and ‘ his first time'would befall the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammo she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting string in the middle of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the balusters. The wholly banister clanged with the interference of the lock snapping shut.

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

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

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

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

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

"Obviously I would be playing with your cock by now but with my hand 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 naive this twenty three year old virgin was.

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

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

"takings my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the look of conclusion on his fount as he struggled to withdraw the fast appointment dungaree from her leg, all the time pretending that this was rule for him, as though he'd done it fate of times before.

After he realised that her flush were still on he had to stop with the jeans and remove her footwear first. She started to finger sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of fourth dimension it took him to strip her lower one-half naked.

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

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

"buss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

"Could you do me a favour ?"she asked."Could you spit in your hired man and rub it on the end of your putz to lube us both please and use your hand to guide yourself in to me please ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a little 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 beginning stroke.

"How's that feel."He said.

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

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

It worked. It didn't take hanker 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 palpate like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you mind passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

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

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

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

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

Next came the jeans. The direful jeans.

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

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

With a lot of workplace 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 slay the dungaree again, then disappeared trough a threshold with them in his hand.

Mike cut the legs of her jean away on a slight stroke angle having the recollective character in the middle of the dungaree and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the articulatio coxae. With four inches of dungaree left below the genital organ he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with loyal drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small spots 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 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 incarceration and that first fuck of yours counts as RAPE !"

Mike stood there in stupor whilst what she just said drop down in.

"Undo these turnup !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

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

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

She stood up, snatched her ruined jean from his hired hand and pulled them on over her hips, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much prosperous 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 steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof area like a wet elbow room or small swimming syndicate, designed to catch and contain any Rudolf Diesel release from the fuel reposition tank which had been removed years ago when the beacon light became electrically automated.

There were no windows in this area, but it was almost out-of-doors plan as there was no bulwark between the dugout spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the rest of the lighthouse.

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

The table had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one side of meat of it in the center of its rectangular length, held securely in position with a screw pixilated clamp, tightened from underneath the slurred wooden top.

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

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

She understood the logic and reached over the width of the table, resting her cubital joint ether side of the frailty so that he could clamp the manacle and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both turnup at the same time over the part where the locking mechanics was, with the Sir Ernst Boris Chain down in to the vice and the hinge of both cuff pointing up.

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

right hand now I'm good he thought but if I set her gratuitous she will get me arrested, completing her political campaign to stop this renovation undertaking which is exactly what she's wants.

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

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

"I can't let you go."He said, now admiring the curve of her keister as she was knack over the table.

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slid his little digit up and inside the rump of her shorts, running it along the lowest percentage of her arse cheek.

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

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

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

"That maybe confessedly but seeing you like this is making me want to make love you again."He told her.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

Being careful not to get laid his caput on the frailty he said"I want to taste your bouquet one more time."

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

Without replying he pressed his lip against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his mouth, breathing more and Sir Thomas More weighed down through her intrude as the osculation continued. She could finger his erection poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hands on her arse he slid them over her hips, around to her social movement 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 kick backwards into his shin.

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

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

repeating this on her other ankle, he spread her legs wide apart by tying the forget me drug off on the paired slope of the table, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden table top.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her mortise joint he ran both his hands along the subdued skin of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his finger's breadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then pass his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly exhibit 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 do it me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden step leaving her there with her stage diffuse wide apart and her wrist joint cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her house keys he convinced himself that he had to go check her blank space out.

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

With her phone and keys in his hand, he closed the beacon light door behind him making sure it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her house a visit.

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

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

His body subconsciously confirmed that he was in the properly stead as he smelled her recognisable aroma.

The immediate goal was not to rob the place but to withdraw any items that if a syndicate extremity or even the police where to look around, would crap it look like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a suitcase with underclothes, cosmetics and medication of the sort that a cleaning 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 different size of it and contour of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber tape recording on a roll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a low bright jewellery box, her passport, bank board, soup-strainer and anything else this hippy girl might charter traveling with her. The simply thing he didn't pack was any of her clothes as there wasn't way and besides, who would discover which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a bang warmness on it sitting on her bed caught his attending as a souvenir gesture to hold 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 speech sound she'd brought with her to the pharos, meaning that any tracking would show her concluding localisation as her home.

He stopped for food on his way back home.

On entering the lighthouse he could get a line her calling for him to exhaust her before he even set eyes on her.

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

touch 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 whang and hammered a hole through the midriff of it using a screwdriver. He then threaded the belt ammunition from behind her, through the swath loops all the way around her shortstop and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the hole, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the mesa and opened the frailty, releasing the handcuffs from the clasp of its jaws, allowing her a diminished total of freedom so she could try and stand up again.

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

She didn't resist as he snapped the lock shut around the chain, securing her manus to the smash at waistline top in front of her, meaning she had no chance of unfastening the buckle which was now in the small of her back.

undoing her articulatio talocruralis from the board leg allowed her to tolerate up correctly.

The pirogue area they were standing in was five pes lower than the independent floor. It was accessed via the little wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the rampart so the next affair he did was lift the stone's throw up out of the room.

Above the face-to-face wall to where the step had been was a tunnel leading to the original coal root cellar 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 deep fall off area with no mean value of getting out.

Having the use of his weapons system meant that he could jump up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no chance with her wrist cuffed to her waist in front man of her.

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

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

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

By lowering the wooden whole step back down into the slide down way he was able to head her into the master lighthouse tower way where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the belittled glistening jewellery box in his hand. It was three in long and one and a one-half inch wide with the lid being the unharmed top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the polished silver.

He slid the lid away from the bottom, pulled out a pair of small shiny plyers and held them up in front line 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 scummy lip."She replied.

He looked closer at the behind 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 short bar joined to a orotund turn flat plate at one end and with the removable screw off shiny dome at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewellery box and picked out another piece. This one had the Lapplander large disc at one end of the glazed silver shaft but the section that screwed off had a ball with a silver gang going through it, like a flyspeck half inch diameter towel ring.

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

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

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

stretch back down into the box he picked out the small-scale mob. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the ringing in position of the domed stud on the end of the silver medal shaft poking through her lip.

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

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"girlfriend ?"he asked.

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

"Prison ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police force woman in the nerve with my elbow joint as I turned around in a scuffle hoe during an environmental dissent in capital of the United Kingdom. It drew blood from her poke and I was charged. Because I showed no self-reproach and refused to rationalise I received three months inside."

Mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waistline, now with a anchor ring through the midsection of her bottom lip, matching the ring through the heart of her nose.

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

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

dickhead ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the Sir Ernst Boris Chain of her cuff above her head to the metal railing of the banister again.

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

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

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

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

"Nice try."He replied, then wandered over to the suitcase and picked up one of her vibrators.

She watched as he switched it on and pressed it into her genitalia. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in spatial relation with his knee inbetween her legs.

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

"No."she told him, knowing that it would bring in no departure to him planting his face on hers.

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

"proceeds my apparel off."She said.

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

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

"Gently component my lips and spirit for my clitoris."She said and then continued to guide him to the right hand spot.

"Bisexuals have to continually solve that fleck right there with their tongue."

He did as teach and was surprised with the consequence of his actions.

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

He could no longer pick up her moaning because of her thighs deafening him but min later he was shocked to hear her scream 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 bureau 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 jetty right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his first snow job and getting rejected by her threats, he sort 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 lighthouse for aspiration he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could ready a shackle for her articulatio talocruralis and restrain her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to potential wrist shackle when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the tobacco pipe would be too small for an ankle but nonpareil for a wrist.

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

It was a manner known as a T-bolt hose clamp, made from a cut metal band with each end having a thicker objet d'art of blade attached, housing a bolt which when screwed tighter brought the death of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and pinny back down from up over her drumhead and opened the ringlet holding the cuff chain to the metallic element railing at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her rear he took the lock and threaded it through the cakehole in the whang at the nominal head 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 manacle to the railing on the bed."

They looked at each former in the heart for a myopic time, not speaking, just waiting.

Click.

Her manpower were now locked to the belt at her shank again.

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the fall off bund region in front line of the coal cellar tunnel and lifted the measure 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 right style for what he was planning. He also bought a small alloy screw on grommet ring standardised in design but orotund than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her low-pitched lip. He then picked out two stress give from the Brobdingnagian selec-tion on display.

dorsum at the lighthouse he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to go on his contraption.

He measured and cut a diminished strip of square metallic element bar from a rubbish iron gate to make a spatial arrangement pin. Then he removed the gaoler from the two goal of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the composition of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in post he then took one of the stress natural spring and struggled with his creature as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps metal band.

With the first natural spring in place, spanning the top of the clamp opening, he struggled again with the early spring ; this one was to go across the bottom of the clamp.

Fitting the spring on the top and prat out of the way of the straight pin holding the close of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the foursquare pin out, the clamp springs would immediately contract, tightening the banding up.

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded golf hole through the middle of the second power pin and screwed the shiny eyelet ring into it so that it could be used to extract the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden steps back down into the dugout sphere as she turned and looked at him from the paired side, standing in strawman of the old coal bunker 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 widget in his helping hand, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two death of the clamp, followed by the beginning spring. Again he had to use tools to help him rend the spring 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 hanging ring, he had a thought.

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the sound of a battery drill shortly before he returned with the shiny niggling rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two outpouring and solid bar then screwed the wrench doughnut in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

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

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

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

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

"screw sin GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT screwing HURTS."

He looked in astonishment at how mystifying the circle went into her leg and had to hold, it did look painful.

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

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

He picked up the forget me drug and began tying her mortise joint together then pulled the rope over the mattress and down to one of the bed legs, stretching her organic structure slightly diagonally across the bed.

He then placed all the parts of the device on the pillow adjacent to her and sat on her breast with his knee joint at her armpits.

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

He picked up the metal lot and fitted it around the back of her neck so that the capable 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 handcuff, trying once more to rend her wrists through but to no avail, they were just too tight. The rope holding her branch down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head from incline to side, trying to attain it unacceptable for him to continue but she remain still when he told her that the first springiness was in topographic point and he might accidently release the foursquare pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the secondly latent hostility bound in spot he could feel her hyperventilating with veneration. The back from her jewelry box lid was next, followed by the screw in ring, holding it in place.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

"It will do that soft, beautiful bid neck of yours to be so narrow that you won't be able to breathe."

"Please don't."she begged.

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

Then gently holding onto the ring he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his spit inside her rima oris to lay down his point.

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

He sat back and admired his handy workplace, proud of how master it looked.

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

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

Perfectly in the middle of the intelligence Jay and Jay was the pack, swinging down like a larger variant of her lower lip piercing.

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

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

"I won't really sting. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a cheep prostitute. I was only trying to restrain 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 good piddling tart and not do 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 trouser in front of her face.

With one hand on the collar pack and his other on the backbone of her headspring, he guided his cock into her mouth.

beingness 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 moment and she pulled away adequate to be able to talk.

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

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

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

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

She could finger his rooster pulsing as he was about to cum so she worked on the sensitive question of it instead of the shaft.

He had other ideas.

With both hands on the book binding of her head, he pushed himself in to the back of her mouth, causing her to gag again.

She tried to root for away but he held her tight, unable to breathe for the few minute it took him to evacuate his load beyond her tongue, all the way down the back of her throat.

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

She had no choice other than to swallow it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her head, allowing her to take a breather 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 hand were just below her chest when he lay on top of her, heading for a kiss.

There was a quick succession of clicks from both slope of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelet, locking them tighter around her carpus.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

"You fucking stupid half-wit !"she said, pulling on the cuffs.

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

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

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

However, he had other plans.

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

He had a plan.

He was in so much fuss already and realising just how recondite in it he was, he decided he would keep her captive permanently or at least for as long as destiny allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

They walked over to the wooden mesa where the bench frailty was attached. It was no longer in the sunken country at the entrance to the coal cellar.

Overjoyed at the intellection of getting her freedom back at last, 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 lastly time and before she changed her mind, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuffs, holding them unshakable in cooking for their removal.

She knew something was going legal injury when he walked around to her English of the tabular array and stood behind her.

There was a tatty smack as his hired man smacked into her buttocks cheek.

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"moron am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh dump, she thought, how dullard 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 memorise your lieu around here."he told her.

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

His mitt were now stroking the beautiful mantrap of her rump brass that he'd just been slapping.

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

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

"Anything ?"he asked.

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

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

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her stage apart slightly and poured a lilliputian vegetable oil over her derriere quip then massaged it in to her lips as it dribbled down around her crotch.

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

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

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

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

Her lubricated, inviting arse was right there waiting for him to take a crap 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 cock pressed against her arse hole.

He spread her nerve and pushed himself in.

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

He began the move 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 reverse diddly 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 squiffy slippery tail hole he continued pumping in and out whilst she cried and begged, stretched out over the table, cuffed and helpless against his fucking frenzy.

moment 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 wooden leg, so he told her to lift her pes as he put his own form fitting bagger shorts on her to imbibe any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there rallying cry, wearing his cotton wool packer shorts, shifting her weight from one leg to the former, hating the berth. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being knack over the mesa, with her wrist joint restrained once Thomas More by the cuff in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weighting from one leg to the other in the Saami 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 death into his sex slave.

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her prat face then walked away.

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

He got to wreak immediately.

From a piece of fight foghorn pipe, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a one-half inch all-inclusive, he then rounded the sharpness with a file cabinet to commit them a smooth refinement that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a split in the mob and bent them open a picayune, just enough to fit her wrists through.

After cutting the radio link of a chain in half he took everything back into the beacon to weld the one-half nexus 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 torso, showing her the dozen inch chain of mountains and metal components in his hands.

After welding the strand between the two soon to be handcuff, he took them over to the tabular array 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 remove those handcuff without replacing them did you ?"he told her.

He threaded a piece of forget me drug through the ring on the straw man of her slave collar 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 dog collar now holding her down, the most well-situated thing she could do was to send her arm under her chest of drawers and residual on her elbow.

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

"Lay on the table and whirl your peg around to this side."He told her.

Carefully she did as she was told, making sure she did not pull the safety pin out from between the springtime of her arrest as she swung her legs around to place upright succeeding to him at the side of the vice.

With her body still flex over due to the curt rope through her catch, he pulled her jump shot over her head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the weight of her jumper pulling on the R-2 attached to her leash, 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 hand please."He said, holding up the turnup at the opposite end of the welded chain.

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

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the gutter she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

She tried pulling the cuffs open but the thick alloy circle that had needed a vice to fill up it, wouldn't John Donald Budge without some sort of tools. That would be her next delegacy she thought, go and notice some tools.

She picked up her wearing apparel 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 olfaction of food.

Humiliated because she wasn't able to put on any wear over her cuffs to cover her top one-half, she couldn't bring herself to mouth to him all the sentence that they ate. She simply remained silent, ignoring his every word as he periodically stared at her naked tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jump shot around her neck so that the arm were covering office of her nakedness and picked up a small transmission line tie as she sat on a chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She tested the surety of her nose and lip halo joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a pair of heat energy resistant gauntlet way gloves next to her.

The gloves were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her wrists and under the cuffs, to forbid her from being burnt by the passion from the welder.

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

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

He repeated the outgrowth around her other articulatio radiocarpea, welding it closed as she watched in horror, knowing that resisting him would only make believe affair worse for her.

When they had cooled and after cutting the metal glove away he checked for any astute edges then allowed her to inspect her new manacles.

'' If you follow my instructions I 'll take out your collar. '' he told her. `` Would you like that ? ``

Still ineffective to talk, she nodded her nous up and down, humming in agreement.

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

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

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

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

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the whang loop of her boxershorts the rectify way around and buckled it tightly in front line of her, enhancing her waist as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the binding of the smash and through the middle contact of her handcuff Sir Ernst Boris Chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to release your lips. If you want me to off the collar then the get-go and entirely words that I want to hear from you are."

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

She frowned at him but understood.

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

She nodded her head.

He reached for his pinnace and cut off the zip tie allowing her to open her oral cavity again.

He put his hired man 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 font."wellspring done."

She was still flighty of him as he unscrewed the ring from the front of her collar so that he could remove the shining jewelry box cover version, allowing access code to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

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

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

"The shoe collar will be on."He told her."However I may relieve oneself an exclusion if you want, I could absquatulate the chain of your manacle to the board and you could join me for a bottle of wine ?"

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

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

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

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

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

He'd caught the vendue gambling bug after his beginning project was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in love with this beacon. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so storm there were no former bidders 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 secret entrance to this topographic point when I was eight years old."

"mystery entry ?"he asked.

She explained how as a nestling she would lift the cover from the coal root cellar and mount down the ladder into the drear dirty cavern. She had no booster around here to play with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty elbow room, letting her imagination run wild. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a stripling she experimented with stiff affair and braved the staircase up to the illumine room where she stared at the whizz for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a Brobdingnagian office of my spirit has been taken from me. Almost like the Death of my oldest friend."

As the alcoholic drink flowed he began to sympathise with her and understood her refusal to allow anybody to ruin her childhood cathedral.

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom radio call sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic ABCs. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth letter of the alphabet because we are number ten out of xvi lighthouse along this stretch of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffiti on the walls of the ember root 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 same time, I've had the wildest of aspiration down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

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

He now felt so shamed about his architectural plan to change this place.

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

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

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

He didn't lock the Ernst Boris Chain to the spinal column of her belt but instead he put the ringlet and key in his pocket and told her to lead the way.

When at the derriere of the wooden stairs he dragged the pace across the dug out area so they could mount up into the entrance of the coal cellar tunnel.

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

The end of the burrow opened out into the large coal memory board area where the barrage lantern reflected from the white walls, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

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

In the recession were thick alloy ladder measure embedded in the wall with erect poles for handwriting rail ether side, leading up to her secret entranceway which had now been capped off.

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

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

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

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

He was hanging onto every word she said. The beacon had drawn him in so a lot that he had to buy it at the auction and now, here was a daughter who was region of the history and to whom he was very much attracted.

vertebral column in the main chamber 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 youngster I sometimes fantasised about this being a prison house cell and that I was chained up in here."“ I just never thought it would actually happen."

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

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

She took a curtly intake of breath as she stared back at him with a beaming smile on her face.

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

Her all-inclusive eyes had a kind of bright pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal bannister so that her wrists were touching around the back of the atomic number 26 pole.

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

Holding the open lock chamber in his hand he stood in front of her with his lips almost touching hers.

"Let me take heed you say please."He said.

With her inebriant infused breathing spell she replied.

"Please."

The curl snapped shut as their sassing 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 knock, followed by her shorts. He lowered her article of clothing and helped her twist 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 backtalk and went searching for her G smirch and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more minutes until he could find out her moaning turning faster and eminent pitched then using his quarter round to continue with her stimulant he looked up to address to her.

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

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her expel some liquid into his oral fissure, just before her legs collapsed sending her bottom down onto his squatted knees.

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

She looked at him in shock, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smile on his 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 magic about this place and you."He replied."I want to keep you as part of it."“ Will you aid me ?"

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

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

After holding her tightly against him and kissing for a long meter, the lantern began to flicker meaning the stamp 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 steps and dragged them around to climb back up into the main lighthouse.

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

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the real cognitive content of the word-painting."Anything is possible."

Looking at the video he was absolutely stunned at what he saw in nominal head of him.

It was a panoramic drawing of the coal cellar.

Beginning on the left hand with the ravel from the clandestine entrance, it showed a log burning stove with the lamp chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was bright electrical kindling shining down simulating sun coming from above.

Moving along, the painting had an Fe framed doubly bed pushed up against the gabardine washed Oliver Stone wall with the small aid to detail graffiti reading Juliet's Room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same boots, drogue, drawers and whack, with her larger nipple on show after being slightly enhanced using a little artistic licence.

She was standing with her arms chained to the wall with similar cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankle joint chained slightly spread apart with shackles attached to the wall at story level.

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

To the rightfulness of the picture was the main entering tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

What the hell on earth 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 .