mike was a 23 year old, grandiloquent, gymnastic joiner who's hobby was restoring classic cars.

He became tempted by an old Light house on the south Cicily Isabel Fairfield coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

Being the lone person at the auction who was willing to invest to the province of renovating and maintaining the historic structure meant that he won the dictation straight away without competition.

Using money borrowed from his parents and the bank building, it was to be his philia filled project converting it into a home for him to live, whilst abiding by the normal of keeping the lamp working at night time.

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

In early June, two weeks into the undertaking, the memory access path had been cordoned off with irregular metallic element fencing for safety reasons and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

One morning Mike was returning after picking up supplying in his whiten van when he noticed that the fencing had been moved whilst he was out.

He parked the van and had a tone around for tourists to get hold that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock 'n' roll brass, smashed beyond repair.

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

troika hours later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse door was open. This time the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

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

Ensuring he locked the threshold this metre, he was livid as he had to liquidate the afternoon out again buying a replacement drill.

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

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the glass of the counter amongst other lowly items, a brace of handcuff for sale.

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

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

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

"seven-spot and it's a deal."The bank clerk suggested holding out his hand to shake on it.

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

He began shouting smut when he returned to rule the vandals had visited again and this meter some of his building supplies had been thrown all over the rock candy on the shore line.

Early the future morning he drove his van away from the light home and walked back so that he could lay in wait to catch the culprit.

He noticed what he thought was a man with foresighted hair heading towards the fence but not wanting to get beguile looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the front threshold ready to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the changes which would admit the pharos to be converted to a common soldier place and had actively campaigned against all the provision applications throughout the whole process.

She was wearing black Dr martin boots, gamey waist igniter blue cheeseparing stint jeans and a rainbow coloured roll neck long sleeve woollen slipover. She had a pinko palm in her long brown hair with a reduce blue hair streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to make certainly 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 script appear around the door, he was ready and quickly snapped one of the handlock tightly around the radiocarpal joint that followed.

She was so shocked her unit dead body froze as she looked down at her hand and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a woman but it didn't topic, he simply wrapped his arms around her chest, pinning her arms to her English then quickly ran her backwards over to the undersurface of the spiral staircase.

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

"GET YOUR nookie script tail end YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

Still shocked with the skepticism 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 weapons system around her waist, he pushed her shaking arms behind her back.

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

She realised when she tried to go that he had not only cuff her manpower behind her but also around one of the metallic element banister barroom 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 fuck are you ?"He asked.

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

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

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

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

There was no television 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.

"thievery !"He began, listing all of her umbrage."vandalism ! death of someone else's place ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You practiced start talking."

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

"Do you recognise how much 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 carte billfold from one of her back pockets and her telephone set from the other.

Looking through her billfold he found her driving licence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then repeated the process on her early leg, admiring the minginess of her jean 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 glint from her eye.

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

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

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

"You need to pee-pee it up to me."He told her.

Strangely the for the first time matter that struck him when she spoke up close to his face was her breathing time. It smelled fresh, like she had recently been eating cookie. It threw his mind into a quick ‘ wow'consequence 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 number and help you ?"

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

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

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

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

In her mind she knew that he was right. This caused a trivial commotion in her loins from down below. She had to reply 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 waist and then up to her chest.

"Let's have a aspect for gun 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 finger inside her bra cup to feel her tits.

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

"I know !"he said abruptly like a fry 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 face told her otherwise.

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now win over 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 middle and then at her mellisonant smelling sass, about to make a relocation towards her, he gently touched the orb in the middle of the poke doughnut 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 distich of pliers to remove it and to fit it."

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

If she could get him to fuck her with these handcuffs on, she could jeopardize him with unlawful imprisonment and rape. That way he would be in more bother than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would contract him down.

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

He put his hired man around her waistline and slip them down behind her, stopping on her tightly fit out ass cheeks.

She planted her mouth on his rim and pushed her natural language inside him.

He pulled her in ending and locked lips with her. She could experience his growing erecting 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 straw man of me so that I can use the toilet, then I'll come back and show you what a woman really wants."She told him."I won't try to break away. I want your virginity."

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

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

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

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

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

She stood still and didn't fight him as he fumbled with the now deform 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 hired hand 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 door and said"Toilet is there."

As she began the extended unconscious process of removing her jeans, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the spiral stairway, pushing the oral sex 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 behind of the stairs.

"Oh that's a convenient position for the bed rightfield in front end of that banister ?"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 turn. On farther 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 tube in his fingers. This was a job as now she will cause to be cut free.

He walked over to his cock thorax and lifted an open air padlock from its lid.

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

She raised her weapon above her fountainhead when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock them there with her on her vertebral column so that he would n't be able to fend her availability and ‘ his first fourth dimension'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the centre of the manacle and then around the metal bar of the banister. The whole balustrade clanged with the noise of the lock snapping shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take my jean off."She said.

She loved watching the facial expression of determination on his face as he struggled to remove the mean trying on jean from her legs, all the time pretending that this was normal for him, as though he'd done it lots of times before.

After he realised that her kicking were still on he had to contain with the jeans and withdraw her footgear initiatory. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount 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 affair as they are. You know."She asked, knowing that the bra was going to be his future hurdle.

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

"osculation me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

He began randomly stabbing around between her peg 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 cock to lube us both please and use your hand to take yourself in to me delight ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a little bit dry that's all."

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

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

"How's that feel."He said.

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

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

It worked. It didn't take retentive before she felt him coming inside her. She quickly shouted out, faking her pleasure.

It worked.

He rolled off and lay on the bed next to her.

"What's it feel like to be a man ?"she joked."Would you mind passing me a tissue ?"

He brought her some tissues.

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

"I'm not risking you running again. The handlock are staying on, I'll wipe 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 underwear then went to refit her bra.

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

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

Next came the dungaree. The fearsome jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

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

Mike cut the leg of her jeans away on a fragile virgule Angle having the foresighted part in the middle of the denim and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the rosehip. With four inches of blue jean left below the crotch he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with fast drying superglue. A second one column inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in belittled spots as before, preventing the turn-ups from rolling down.

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

"WHAT THE shag HAVE YOU DONE TO MY JEANS ?"she shouted."Do you love 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 unlawful captivity and that get-go fuck of yours counts as RAPE !"

microphone stood there in jar whilst what she just said sank in.

"Undo these turnup !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

reach for the padlock key he popped it undetermined 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 jeans from his handwriting and pulled them on over her hips, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much easy than when they were full length jeans.

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

He took her to an neighboring room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a plastered waterproof area like a wet room or small swimming pool, designed to catch and contain any Diesel spillage from the fuel storage storage 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 outdoors program as there was no bulwark between the dugout release containment pit they were now standing in and the rest of the lighthouse.

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

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

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

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

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

He tightened the frailty grip on both handlock at the Saame time over the section where the lockup mechanism was, with the chain down in to the frailty and the hinges of both cuff pointing up.

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

Right now I'm safe he thought but if I set her resign she will get me arrested, completing her safari to stop this renovation project which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison house judgment of conviction, he changed his mind. 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 curvature of her hind end as she was bent-grass 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."cum on. Cut these affair off."

He put the saw down and slid his little finger up and inside the bottom of her shorts, running it along the humbled function of her arse cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad buns and stroked the smooth flesh inside her leg at the top just before the indenture caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both incline, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch middle 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 charge of the situation.

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

"That maybe on-key but seeing you like this is making me require to love you again."He told her.

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

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

Being measured not to bang his head on the frailty he said"I want to taste your bouquet one 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 natural language all the way in to his sass, breathing more and more large through her pry as the kiss continued. She could experience his erection poking her in the stomach through his jeans.

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

Starting with his mitt on her arse he slid them over her hips, around to her forepart and stopped on the top button of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his space he wrapped a iteration of rope around her right mortise joint and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a board leg.

Repeating this on her other ankle, he spread her branch across-the-board apart by tying the rope off on the diametrical side of the table, forcing her soundbox down until her tum was resting on the wooden table top.

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

Looking at her humbled half spread 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 muddle !"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 cuffs again as he pressed himself against her, confirming his arousal through their clothes.

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

"Well untie me then."She said.

showtime at her ankle he ran both his hands along the delicate hide of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his fingerbreadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed backside cheeks.

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

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

He went up the wobbly wooden step leaving her there with her wooden leg bed covering broad apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the frailty clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her house Key he convinced himself that he had to go break her place out.

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

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

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

The place was the end building in a row of terrace sign of the zodiac with a fence around the driveway providing copious privacy from any on looking neighbours.

His trunk subconsciously confirmed that he was in the right place as he smelled her recognizable aroma.

The immediate goal was not to rob the place but to take any items that if a family member or even the police force where to look around, would make it expect like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a grip with underclothes, cosmetics and medicinal drug of the sort that a fair sex might take away with her when going traveling.

His guilty feeling whilst rummaging through her personal self-will quickly changed to that of excitement 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 strange rubber tape measure on a axial rotation.

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

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

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

He stopped for food on his way back home.

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

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

Feeling violated, she immediately began to cry, knowing that he had been in her house.

"You want out do you ?"he asked.

"Yes please."She snivelled quietly.

He took off his leather belt and hammered a hole 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 shorts and fastened the buckle at her rear.

After passing the padlock through the muddle, now at her front line that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the frailty, releasing the handcuffs from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a low sum of money of exemption so she could try and abide up again.

As she assisted herself by using her hands on the wooden top, having her stage still bound bedcover apart, he walked back around the table and took hold of the Ernst Boris Chain between her handcuffs.

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

untying her articulatio talocruralis from the mesa stage allowed her to brook up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five pes downhearted than the main floor. It was accessed via the small wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the earth or to the rampart so the next thing he did was lift the steps up out of the room.

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

He then lifted all the other equipment up and out of the room, including the tabular array and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foundation deep sunken area with no mean of getting out.

Having the use of his arms meant that he could jump up and overstretch himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no chance with her carpus 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 stuff he had just lifted out then cooked for the two of them.

By lowering the wooden steps back down into the sunken room he was able-bodied to channelise her into the main lighthouse tugboat room where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the modest shiny jewelry box in his hand. It was three inch long and one and a half column inch wide with the lid being the whole top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the polished silver.

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

"Their for my olfactory organ 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 gloomy lip."She replied.

He looked closer at the freighter 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 macho-man was made up of a ash grey looking short bar joined to a prominent round flat dental 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 same heavy disc at one end of the glistening Ag shaft but the piece that screwed off had a Ball with a silver ring going through it, like a tiny half inch diam towel ring.

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

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

She opened her jaw so he could jab the minor shiny shaft of light through her lower lip piercing all the way until the apartment disk pressed against the interior of her mouth.

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

She immediately felt the ring resting on her Kuki-Chin and asked him"Is that my hard worker band ?"

"Is that what it's called."He replied."Unusual alternative 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 girlfriend 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 woman in the nerve with my human elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental dissent in London. It drew blood from her poke and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to apologise I received three months inside."

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

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

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

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad orchard apple tree buff ? She asked.

He asked her to lie on the bed so that he could lock the Ernst Boris Chain of her manacle above her straits to the metal rail of the bannister again.

She obliged and the fellow 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 bag and picked up one of her vibrators.

She watched as he switched it on and pressed it into her genital organ. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in position with his genu inbetween her legs.

"Do bisexuals osculate each other ?"he joked.

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

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

"yield my clothes off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her pinny over her principal and stripping her dispirited half naked apart from her heavy boots and socks.

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

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

"bisexual person have to continually slug that speckle right there with their tongue."

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

She squeezed her peg together, pressing against his ear, holding his nous still.

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

He continued the licking, stopping only when she released his head word and told him that he'd done well and that she'd had enough.

"It must be my turn."He said, then crawled up the bed and straddled her dresser with his hard-on pointing in her face.

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

He moved his mole right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his first puff job and getting rejected by her threat, he kind of lost the consequence 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 inspiration he wandered into the contiguous edifice which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could make a hamper for her ankle and keep on her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to potential radiocarpal joint shackles when he measured and realised that the in spite of appearance diameter of the tube would be too small for an ankle joint but ideal for a wrist.

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

It was a way known as a T-bolt hosiery clinch, made from a tenuous metal band with each end having a thicker part of sword attached, lodging a bolt which when screwed wet brought the closing of the isthmus together, tightening it around the pipe.

Still lying on the bed, naked he took a cable tie and zip tied it around her neck opening until it was touching her hide 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 wrist, cutting it off again immediately after putting it on.

He then pulled her bra and pinafore back down from up over her brain and opened the ringlet holding the cuff chain to the metal railing at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

After fastening the buckle at her backside he took the ignition lock and threaded it through the hole in the smash at the movement of her waist.

"It's not about fighting me."He told her, guiding the manacle mountain range into the padlock."I have to go out for a here and now, it's this or cuffed to the railing on the bed."

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

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden stone's throw into the sunken bund arena in front of the coal cellar tunnel and lifted the stair out again so that she could not startle out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware storage he picked out a seven column inch diam hose clamp of the sort out fashion for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on eyelet ring similar in design but expectant than the slave ring he had tricked her into wearing through her depleted lip. He then picked out two tension fountain from the vast selec-tion on display.

Back at the lighthouse he checked in on Jay-Jay before getting to work on his contraption.

He measured and cut a diminished strip of squarely alloy bar from a rubbish smoothing iron logic gate to realize a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two goal of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the objet d'art of satisfying bar he had just cut.

Holding the foursquare pin in place he then took one of the tensity springs and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clinch metal band.

With the number 1 spring in place, spanning the top of the clamp opening, he struggled again with the other spring ; this one was to go across the bottom of the clamp.

Fitting the fountain on the top and bottom out of the way of the substantial pin holding the oddment of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the square pin out, the clinch springs 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 hole through the middle of the square pin and screwed the shiny eyelet 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 measure back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the opposite incline, standing in forepart of the old ember 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 contraption in his hired man, he wrapped it around one of her stage, just above her human knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two remainder of the clinch, followed by the first natural spring. Again he had to use tools to assist him rip the leaping across the gap as it was too substantial to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the bit 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 barrage fire drill shortly before he returned with the lustrous little rectangular domed lid from her jewellery box.

He held it over the two outflow and square bar then screwed the pull ring in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

"Pull on the halo 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 annulus, pulling the square bar and the shiny cover out of the way of the springs, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

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

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

He looked in astonishment at how late the isthmus went into her leg and had to allow, it did take care painful.

tone proud of his handy-work, he quickly removed the bounce and took the alloy strap from around her leg, leaving a rebuff red mark where the descent now rushed back.

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

He then placed all the function of the twist on the rest following to her and sat on her bureau with his knee at her armpits.

"Oh no. please no."she said.

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

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

The handrail began making noises as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once more to pull her wrists through but to no help, they were just too pissed. The roofy holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her headland from side to side, trying to make it inconceivable for him to bear on but she remain still when he told her that the first springiness was in place and he might accidently release the second power pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tension spring in post he could feel her hyperventilating with reverence. The cover from her jewellery box lid was future, followed by the screw in ringing, holding it in plaza.

"Why are you doing this ?"she asked.

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

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

"Please don't."she begged.

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

Then gently holding onto the ring he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his tongue inside her mouthpiece to realise 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 burnished metal circle complimented her beautifull smooth skin as it gently clung to her all the way around her neck.

At the front, the leap and induction mechanism were hidden by the shining oval shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her figure Jay Jay.

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

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

She ran to the can to look at the belated addition to her bondage.

"I won't really sharpness. I was being threatening because you were making me feel like a cheep cocotte. I was only trying to keep a sense of lordliness about me."She explained.

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

"I'm sorry."She told him.

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

She knew exactly what was coming next as he unfastened his pant in front end of her face.

With one hand on the shoe collar ring and his other on the back of her head, he guided his cock into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

She could experience his cock pulsing as he was about to cum so she worked on the sensitive header of it instead of the shaft.

He had other ideas.

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

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, unable to breathe for the few arcsecond it took him to empty his incumbrance beyond her tongue, all the way down the rachis of her throat.

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

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

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

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

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

There was a immediate ecological succession of clicks from both sides of the handcuff as he accidently lay on the watch bracelet, locking them tighter around her articulatio radiocarpea.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

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

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

However, he had other plans.

There was no way in the world he was going to let this small treasure get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that confection little mouthpiece of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so a lot worry already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would proceed her prisoner permanently or at least for as long as fate allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

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

Overjoyed at the thought of getting her freedom back at last, she gladly lay across the mesa 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 hold out time and before she changed her mind, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuff, holding them steady in preparation for their removal.

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

There was a loud slap as his helping hand smacked into her prat 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 instruct your place around here."he told her.

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

His hands were now stroking the beautiful dish of her can buttock that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could make 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 boxershorts and underwear, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a short time, returning with a bottle of veggie oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her pegleg apart slightly and poured a footling vegetable oil over her rear end cranny then massaged it in to her lips as it dribbled down around her crotch.

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

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

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

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

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

He poked his exponent finger in to her trap, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her face and pushed himself in.

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

He began the motion of egotistically pushing and pulling himself in and out, destroying the gravitas of her defenceless dead body More and more with each stroke.

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

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

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

bit 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 branch, so he told her to swipe her feet as he put his own form fitting boxer shorts on her to absorb any liquid.

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton boxer short circuit, shifting her weighting from one leg to the other, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being set over the tabular array, with her wrists restrained once to a greater extent by the handcuffs in the vice. How could I be so fleeceable ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her weightiness from one leg to the former in the Saame 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 side."I'm only showing you who's in charge."

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse boldness then walked away.

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

He got to work immediately.

From a slice of bit foghorn pipe, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a half column inch wide-cut, he then rounded the edges with a file to give them a fluent finish that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a stock split in the rings and bend them open a slight, just enough to fit her articulatio radiocarpea through.

After cutting the link of a chain in half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the one-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 column inch chain and metal components in his hands.

After welding the chain between the two soon to be cuffs, he took them over to the board 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 art object of rope through the ring on the presence of her buckle down dog collar and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her commencement wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her pile, the most well-heeled thing she could do was to place her arm under her chest and rest on her elbow.

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

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

Carefully she did as she was told, making trusted she did not pull the prophylactic pin out from between the give of her collar as she swung her peg around to suffer succeeding to him at the side of meat of the vice.

With her body still crumpled over due to the shortly roach through her arrest, 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 and placed it through the gap in the awaiting open circle.

Frightened stiff by the weight of her jumper pulling on the roach attached to her dog collar, she could only learn as he put the unresolved cuff in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the R-2 around her wrist.

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

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

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

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

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

She picked up her 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 even, she awoke to the smell of food.

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

Later that evening he wrapped her wool jumper around her neck so that the sleeves were covering part of her openness and picked up a small-scale cable television tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his knee joint on her cuff Ernst Boris Chain, pinning it to the chair between her peg and began threading the zip tie through the pocket-sized slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

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

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

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

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the ringing on her collar and taking time lag 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 security of her nuzzle and lip anchor ring joined by the cablegram tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the board, placing a pair of heat immune metal glove fashion baseball mitt next to her.

The gloves were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her carpus and under the handlock, to foreclose her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

He then tightened the cuff fully closed in the frailty and welded the two sides of the roundabout together.

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

He repeated the process around her other wrist joint, welding it closed as she watched in horror, knowing that resisting him would only make things defective for her.

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

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

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

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

Looking at the duration of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, she hesitantly crouched down to the storey and stepped over the chain of mountains then stood up again with the cuff now behind her.

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

As she turned he could see that the chain was not too unforesightful and that when he held it up to above her rear end she would be capable to lay on her back without the cuffs pressing into her.

He picked up the rap and padlock, fed it through the belt grommet of her shorts the correct way around and buckled it tightly in front line of her, enhancing her waistline as it narrowed just above her hips.

He then fitted the padlock through the maw at the back of the belt and through the centre link 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 unloosen your brim. If you want me to remove the collar then the first and only words that I want to pick up from you are."

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

She frowned at him but understood.

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

She nodded her head.

He reached for his cutter and cut off the zip tie allowing her to spread out her mouth again.

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

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

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

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

"Please be careful."She said.

Using pliers he disarmed the dog collar and removed it from around her neck opening. 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 choker can stay off."

"What about eating, imbibing 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 chain of your cuffs to the table and you could unite me for a bottleful of wine-colored ?"

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

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

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

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

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

He'd caught the auction sale gambling bug after his 1st project was a achiever 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 surprised 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 secret incoming to this place when I was eight eld old."

"Secret entry ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would snarf the cover from the ember cellar and climb down the ladder into the drear dirty cavern. She had no friends around here to bet with so she would spiel alone quietly in the moth-eaten musty room, letting her imagery run wilderness. She had her first cigarette down there and then later as a teenager she experimented with stronger things and braved the staircase up to the lightly room where she stared at the stars for hours on end.

"I was gutted when you had my secret entrance concreted over."She told him."It's like a huge piece of my living has been taken from me. Almost like the dying of my older friend."

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

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

"What Jay-Jay ?"he asked.

"No. Juliet."She explained."The United Kingdom radio call option sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth part letter of the rudiment because we are numeral ten out of sixteen beacon light 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 coal cellar and in the tunnel leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasions, I find it passive but scarily exciting at the Saame clock time, I've had the groundless of pipe dream down there. I have also slept up stairs in the wildest of storms."

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

"Show me."

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

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

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

When at the stern of the wooden stairs he dragged the stride across the dug out surface area so they could climb up into the entrance of the coal cellar tunnel.

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

The end of the tunnel opened out into the large ember storage orbit where the stamp battery lantern reflected from the white rampart, illuminating the area brighter than she'd ever seen it before.

Now capable to stand up up properly she walked across to a wall with the Good Book's ‘ Juliet's elbow room'written, confirming her story.

In the corner were duncical metallic element run tone embedded in the wall with erect poles for bridge player rail ether side, leading up to her arcanum entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the chamber at a compensate slant to the entrance tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

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

They both ducked down and walked as far as they could until they could go no further. She pointed out the Christian Bible Jay Jay on the rampart and smiled at him.

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

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

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

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

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

She took a short intake 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 entice him over to the corner where the ladder was fixed to the wall.

Her wide eyes had a variety of promising pleading look in them as she pushed the chain around the unsloped metal balusters so that her wrists were touching around the back of the iron pole.

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

Holding the open lock in his mitt he stood in presence of her with his lips almost touching hers.

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

With her inebriant steep breath she replied.

"Please."

The ignition lock snapped shut as their lips touched, fulfilling one of her womb-to-tomb fancy 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 whack, followed by her shorts. He lowered her wear and helped her pull her boots through before kissing her drunken lip again.

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

He parted her sass and went searching for her G maculation and button with his tongue.

Judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more minutes until he could take heed her moaning turning faster and higher pitched then using his pollex to continue with her stimulant he looked up to speak to her.

"Would you be able-bodied to avail me redesign the drafting so that we can prepare 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 state into his lip, just before her legs collapsed sending her arse down onto his squatted knees.

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

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

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

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

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

"Of row. I'd love life to."She smiled back.

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

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

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

"Do we receive to go ?"she replied.

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

The next morning he woke to bump her sitting at the mesa with her cuffs in forepart of her, drawing.

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

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the existent substance of the moving picture."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic lottery of the coal cellar.

Beginning on the leftfield with the ladder from the hugger-mugger entree, it showed a log burning kitchen stove with the chimney flue pipe reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

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

Moving along, the picture show had an iron framed replicate bed pushed up against the white washed endocarp bulwark with the modest attention to detail graffiti reading Juliet's way written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same thrill, socks, boxershorts and belt, with her larger tit on appearance after being slightly enhanced using a trivial artistic licence.

She was standing with her munition chained to the wall with similar handcuff to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankles chained slightly spread apart with shackles attached to the wall at floor level.

Next to her chained exposed consistence, in the give way tunnel was the bathroom but the tunnel entrance now had bars across it with a lockable logic gate to get in and exit.

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

What the Hades did she pipe 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 .