Mike was a 23 yr old, grandiloquent, acrobatic joiner who's hobby was restoring classic cars.

He became tempted by an old brightness level home on the to the south westward coast of England which was going up for sales agreement by auction.

Being the only person at the auction who was volition to trust to the province of renovating and maintaining the historical bodily structure meant that he won the bid straight away without competition.

exploitation money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his heart filled projection converting it into a home for him to endure, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at nighttime time.

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

In betimes June, two workweek into the project, the access path had been cordoned off with temporary alloy fencing for safety reasons and a notice saying ‘ Footway closed until late September ’.

One first light Mike was returning after picking up supplies in his white van when he noticed that the fence had been moved whilst he was out.

He parked the van and had a smell around for tourists to find that his air compressor had been thrown down the careen expression, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the only if solution to go on his projection further was to put back the compressor.

Three time of day later he returned to rule that the fence had been disturbed and the beacon door was receptive. This prison term the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The fridge was door open slightly and with a little bit More investigation, he found that bleach had been poured into his Milk River carton. He also noticed that both of his battery drills 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 substitute drill.

In a second bridge player computer memory 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 field glass of the counter amongst early low items, a brace of handcuffs for sale.

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

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

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

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

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

He began shouting lewdness when he returned to find the vandal had visited again and this fourth dimension some of his construction provision had been thrown all over the rock music on the shoring line.

Early the next morning he drove his van away from the light house 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 fencing but not wanting to get caught looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the front room access ready to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the changes which would grant the lighthouse to be converted to a secret domicile and had actively campaigned against all the provision applications throughout the unhurt process.

She was wearing smutty Dr Dino Paul Crocetti flush, heights shank light blue skinny stretching jean and a rainbow coloured roll neck long sleeve woollen slipover. She had a pink ribbon in her foresighted brown hair with a thinly blue hair run, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to have sure the sea-coast was clear before sneaking through the fencing and trying the door handle.

It was unlocked.

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

She was so ball over her whole body froze as she looked down at her mitt and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a cleaning lady but it didn't matter, he simply wrapped his blazonry around her pectus, pinning her arms to her sides then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the spiral staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron banister rail that ran with the stairs, all the way around the wall of the circular construction from the story to the crank illumine way at the very top.

"GET YOUR shtup manus behind YOUR spine !"He shouted, looking at her straight in the face.

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

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

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

She realised when she tried to be active that he had not only handcuff her helping hand behind her but also around one of the metal banister bars that she was leaning against.

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

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

"Who the shtup 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 stamp battery practice session on the rocks yesterday and wondered if they might be yours."

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

There was no camera but he thought he'd try and play a trick on 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 offenses."Vandalism ! Destruction of somebody else's belongings ! Breaking and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You undecomposed start talking."

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

"Do you know how a lot shag money you've price me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my cover pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a recognition card pocketbook from one of her back pouch and her earpiece from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

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

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

He went back over to her and searched her front scoop, removing her sign of the zodiac keys and some hard cash, placing the particular on a table.

"Do you have any early ID ? I don't believe you are twelve days onetime than me."He said, then bent down and further searched her by running both his hired man against the interior 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 tightness of her dungaree and the physical body of her ramification as he stood back up again.

Standing in movement of her he held onto her pelvic girdle and caught a glint from her eye.

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

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

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

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

Strangely the first thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his side was her breath. It smelled mellifluous, like she had recently been eating biscuits. It threw his thinker into a quick ‘ wow'moment as he continued staring into her seductive eyes.

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

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

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

"I live on my own."She told him"nonentity else is involved or knows about my campaign."

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

One more inadvertent inhalation of her sweet breathing space had him hooked.

"looking like you're at my mercy then ?"He said continuing his torso search over her arse cheeks with his hands.

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

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

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

He moved his bridge player up from her butt to around her waist and then up to her chest.

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

She frowned at him when he tried to put his fingers inside her bra cups to feel her tits.

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

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

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

"Yes !"he replied.

The look of shyness and superfluity on his face told her otherwise.

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

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

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

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

She was now confident that he had never been with a cleaning woman before.

"You can bug out by kissing me."She said still smiling."Don't worry it won't hurt."

He looked her in the middle and then at her sweet-flavored smell out mouth, about to make a move towards her, he gently touched the ball in the centre of the nose annulus 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 dyad of plyer to remove it and to fit it."

She could feel him trembling. The realness of this position was obviously getting to him.

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

This was now the avenue she would remove him down.

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

He put his hands around her waist and slid them down behind her, stopping on her tightly cloak arse cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as the handlock swung out-of-doors she bolted for the room access, ripping the handcuff from his manpower 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 doorway handle but instead she put her back against the wall behind the doorway, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

He caught up with her and grabbed the open turnup 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 sac and cuffed her free carpus again, this time with her hands in front of her.

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

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

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

As she began the protracted process of removing her denim, he dragged his bed over to the bottom of the spiral staircase, pushing the head of it up against the bannister railings she had previously been cuffed to.

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

"Oh that's a commodious billet for the bed rightfield in straw man of that banister ?"she hinted, sitting on the double up bed.

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

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

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

She raised her arms above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to lock away them there with her on her back so that he would n't be able to withstand her availability and ‘ his first time'would pass off the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain in the middle of the handcuffs and then around the metal bar of the bannister. The whole banister clanged with the noise of the lock snapping shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"proceeds my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the looking at of decision on his look as he struggled to remove the tight fitting jeans from her pegleg, all the clock time pretending that this was convention for him, as though he'd done it lots of times before.

After he realised that her thrill were still on he had to stop over with the jean and remove her footwear first. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of time it took him to strip her glower half naked.

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

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

"candy kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took pity on him.

"Could you do me a favor ?"she asked."Could you spit in your handwriting and rub it on the end of your turncock to lubricate us both please and use your hand to manoeuvre 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 paw, he finally found his way inside her.

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

"How's that feel."He said.

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

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

It worked. It didn't take longsighted 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 cuff 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 underclothes then went to refit her bra.

She laughed and laughed at his go attack to get it right.

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

Next came the blue jean. The dreaded jeans.

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

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

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

He had an idea.

Jay-Jay wondered what he was doing as he battled to remove the blue jean again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

mike cut the pegleg of her jean away on a rebuff bias Angle having the longest constituent in the middle of the jeans 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 libertine drying superglue. A second one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small topographic point 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 JEANS ?"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 unlawful imprisonment and that first fuck of yours counts as RAPE !"

Mike stood there in impact whilst what she just said slump in.

"Undo these cuffs !"she ordered.

He immediately ran over and hopelessly fumbled with the broken key in the curl again.

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

Reaching for the padlock key he popped it assailable and released the concatenation from the balusters, 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 jean from his hand and pulled them on over her pelvis, followed by her boots. He was right they went on much loose than when they were full duration jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent elbow room and down five rickety wooden steps, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof surface area like a wet way or small swim pool, designed to catch and contain any diesel engine spill from the fuel storage tank which had been removed class ago when the beacon became electrically automated.

There were no window in this area, but it was almost open air plan as there was no wall between the dugout spillage containment pit they were now standing in and the ease of the lighthouse.

She could see amongst former cloth being stored in this sunken area, a expectant old wooden dining table.

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

He guided her around to the face-to-face side of the table.

"range over and return me your wrists."He said.

She understood the system of logic and reached over the width of the table, resting her elbows ether face of the frailty so that he could clamp the handcuffs and cut them off.

He tightened the vice grip on both cuffs at the Sami clip over the part where the lockup chemical mechanism was, with the Chain down in to the frailty and the hinges of both cuffs pointing up.

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

rightfulness now I'm safe he thought but if I set her liberate she will get me arrested, completing her campaign to hold back this renovation task which is exactly what she's wants.

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

After just threatening him with a lengthily prison house sentence, he changed his judgement. 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 arse as she was bent-grass over the table.

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slide his trivial finger's breadth up and inside the behind of her drawers, running it along the scummy office of her arsehole cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim adorn prat and stroked the smooth flesh inside her leg at the top just before the indent caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her tegument at both sides, exaggerating the thigh gap at her crotch mediate her legs.

"I think I might be in love."He said, knowing that it didn't matter what he said as he was fully in direction 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 true but seeing you like this is making me want to fuck you again."He told her.

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

"No. I want to have it off you over this table."He said.

He lay on the mesa on his rachis. She allowed him to advertise her up and writhe his way under her chest, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

Being careful not to bang his head on the vice he said"I want to sample your sweetness one more time."

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

Without replying he pressed his lips against hers and she gave in. She pushed her natural language all the way in to his mouth, breathing Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent heavy through her nose as the kiss continued. She could sense his erection poking her in the tummy through his jeans.

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

Starting with his hands on her arse he slid them over her coxa, around to her front and stopped on the top release of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his length he wrapped a closed circuit of rophy around her right wing mortise joint and pulled it tight, securing the other end to a table leg.

Repeating this on her early ankle, he spread her legs wide apart by tying the forget me drug off on the diametrical side of the tabular array, forcing her body down until her tum was resting on the wooden table top.

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

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

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

"This is such a beauty."he said, slapping her seat 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.

"wellspring untie me then."She said.

Beginning at her ankle he ran both his hands along the soft skin of her leg, all the way up to her crotch where he rubbed his fingerbreadth on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then settle his dentition into one of her two, beautiful helplessly exhibit bottom 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 jazz me and let me out of here !"

He went up the wobbly wooden stairs leaving her there with her ramification cattle farm all-inclusive apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her business firm keys he convinced himself that he had to go mark her place out.

Walking back down the stairs, he had one to a greater extent candy kiss of her hind end then said"Don't go any where now will you."

With her telephone set and keys in his hand, he closed the beacon door behind him making trusted it was locked then walked to recollect his van and pay her theater a visit.

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

The place was the end building in a row of patio houses with a fencing around the private road providing sizeable privacy from any on looking neighbours.

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

The immediate destination was not to rob the place but to remove any items that if a kinsperson extremity or even the police force where to look around, would make it look like she had packed her requisite and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

He packed a suitcase with underwear, cosmetics and medicinal drug of the sort that a adult female might subscribe away with her when going traveling.

His guilty feeling whilst rummaging through her personal possessions 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 on a roll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a little shiny jewellery box, her passport, bank circuit board, toothbrush and anything else this hippy female child might take traveling with her. The alone thing he didn't multitude was any of her apparel as there wasn't room and besides, who would find which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

A teddy dog with a roll in the hay heart on it sitting on her bed caught his care as a token gesture to accept her so he stuffed it in the suit case with the residual of her gear.

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

He stopped for intellectual nourishment on his way back home.

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

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

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

"You want out do you ?"he asked.

"Yes please."She snivelled quietly.

He took off his leather belt and hammered a hole through the centre 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 hole, now at her front that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the tabular array and opened the vice, releasing the cuff from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a small amount of exemption so she could try and digest up again.

As she assisted herself by using her hired hand on the wooden top, having her legs still bound counterpane apart, he walked back around the mesa and took cargo deck of the chain between her handcuffs.

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

undoing her ankles from the tabular array peg allowed her to stand up correctly.

The dugout area they were standing in was five foundation low-down than the main floor. It was accessed via the small wooden stairway that wasn't fixed to the priming or to the paries so the future thing he did was face-lift the stair up out of the room.

Above the polar paries to where the footprint had been was a burrow leading to the original ember 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 sphere with no agency of getting out.

Having the use of his blazonry meant that he could chute up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no prospect with her articulatio radiocarpea cuffed to her waist in straw 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 footmark back down into the sunken room he was able to manoeuvre her into the chief lighthouse tug room where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the modest shining jewellery box in his manus. It was three inch long and one and a one-half inches panoptic 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 undersurface, pulled out a brace of pocket-size shiny plyer and held them up in nominal head of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my pry ringing"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

He looked closer at the arse 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 gray looking inadequate bar joined to a large daily round flat plate at one end and with the obliterable screw off bright dome at the other.

He put his bridge player back in the jewelry box and picked out another art object. This one had the same large magnetic disc at one end of the burnished silver shaft but the part that screwed off had a ball with a silver ring going through it, like a tiny half inch diameter towel ring.

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

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

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

Reaching back down into the box he picked out the small closed chain. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the mob in berth of the domed stud on the end of the silver beam poking through her lip.

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

"Is that what it's called."He replied."strange 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 girl 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 house ?"he asked.

"Yes. I accidently hit a police woman in the typeface with my human elbow as I turned around in a hassle during an environmental protest in Greater London. It drew profligate 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 heart of her rear end lip, matching the band through the middle of her nose.

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

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

motherfucker ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

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

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

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

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

"So now that you're in my prison."He said,"Edward 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 genital organ. He then crawled up onto the bed on top of her, holding the vibrator in position with his articulatio genus inbetween her legs.

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

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

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

"issue my clothes off."She said.

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

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

"Gently office my lip and tone for my clitoris."She said and then continued to point him to the flop spot.

"Bisexuals have to continually cream that spot right there with their tongue."

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

She squeezed her leg together, pressing against his capitulum, holding his head still.

He could no longer hear her moaning because of her second joint deafening him but minutes later he was shocked to hear her shriek when she momentarily opened her thighs, 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 dresser with his hard-on pointing in her face.

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

He moved his groin right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his number one C job and getting rejected by her terror, he variety of lost the moment and climbed off, leaving her bare with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for stirring he wandered into the neighboring building which housed the fogsignal. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could arrive at a trammel for her ankle and hold on her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to potential radiocarpal joint bond when he measured and realised that the in spite of appearance diam of the tube would be too small for an ankle but saint for a wrist.

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

It was a style known as a T-bolt hose clamp, made from a lean metal dance orchestra with each end having a thicker piece of steel attached, housing a deadbolt which when screwed slopped brought the ends of the band together, tightening it around the pipe.

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

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

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

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

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

After fastening the warp at her rear he took the lock chamber and threaded it through the muddle in the belt ammunition at the strawman of her waist.

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

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

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the sunken bund country in front of the coal basement tunnel and lifted the steps out again so that she could not jump out.

"How long will you be ?"she asked.

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

At the hardware entrepot he picked out a seven inch diam hose clinch of the correct manner for what he was planning. He also bought a pocket-sized metal screw on eyelet ring similar in intention but larger than the slave anchor ring he had tricked her into wearing through her depressed lip. He then picked out two tension springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a small strip show of square metallic element bar from a scrap atomic number 26 gate to make a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two ends of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the patch of square bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the tension springs and struggled with his tool as he extended it across the gap of the two conclusion of the clamp metallic element band.

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

Fitting the springs on the top and bottom out of the way of the square pin holding the ends of the band apart, meant that when he pulled the second power pin out, the clinch springs would immediately contract, tightening the lot up.

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

Finally he manufactured a treaded hole through the eye of the square pin and screwed the bright eyehole ring into it so that it could be used to overstretch the pin out next time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden steps back down into the pirogue sphere as she turned and looked at him from the paired side, standing in front 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 hands, he wrapped it around one of her legs, just above her knee. He then fitted the square pin in between the two end of the clamp, followed by the for the first time spring. Again he had to use tools to help him get out the spring across the gap as it was too strong to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the bit spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

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

He held it over the two natural spring and square bar then screwed the drag ring in place.

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

"What the sin is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll display you."He said, putting his finger through the ring, pulling the square toes bar and the bright cover version out of the way of the springs, allowing them to contract, immediately closing the gap in the clamp.

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

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

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

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

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

He unlocked her handcuff from the whang and lay her back on the bed, locking them over her head to the bannister 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 legs, stretching her physical 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 thorax with his knees at her armpits.

"Oh no. delight no."she said.

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

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

The banister began making noises as she struggled against her handcuff, trying once to a greater extent to pull her wrists through but to no help, they were just too tight. The Mexican valium holding her legs down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

She began shaking her head from side to side, trying to take a leak it unimaginable for him to preserve but she remain still when he told her that the first spring was in office and he might accidently let go the square pin if she wasn't careful.

As he pulled the second tensity springtime in place he could feel her hyperventilating with awe. The covert from her jewelry box lid was succeeding, followed by the screw in ring, holding it in place.

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

"It will do that indulgent, 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 annulus he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his tongue inside her rima oris to defecate his point.

"It makes you More aphrodisiacal too."He confessed.

He sat back and admired his W. C. Handy employment, proud of how professional it looked.

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

At the front, the bound and trigger mechanism were hidden by the shiny oval shaped jewellery box lid, inscribed with her epithet Jay Jay.

Perfectly in the middle of the Scripture Jay and Jay was the hoop, swinging down like a larger adaptation of her let down lip piercing.

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

She ran to the john to appear at the late plus to her bondage.

"I won't really bite. I was being forbidding because you were making me find like a cheep whore. I was only trying to sustain a sense of gravitas about me."She explained.

"Well that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good short cocotte and not suffice me back."“ Understand ?"

"I'm sorry."She told him.

"Prove it."He said."kneel down."

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

With one manus on the neckband anchor ring and his other on the back of her school principal, he guided his cock into her mouth.

Being 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 enough to be able to talk.

"Just suffer 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-bodied to do a proper job of wanking and licking his pecker, periodically sucking it in and out of her mouth.

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

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

He had early ideas.

With both hired hand on the spine of her head, he pushed himself in to the backbone of her backtalk, causing her to gag again.

She tried to pull away but he held her tight, ineffective to suspire for the few seconds it took him to vacate his warhead beyond her lingua, all the way down the book binding of her throat.

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

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

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

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

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

There was a quick succession of pawl from both sides of the handcuffs as he accidently lay on the bracelet, locking them stiff around her radiocarpal joint.

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

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

"I'm sorry."he told her.

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

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

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

She couldn't believe her capitulum. 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 public he was going to let this piddling gem get away from him now. Especially after just proving what she was capable of with that sweet-smelling little sassing of hers.

He had a plan.

He was in so lots trouble already and realising just how deep in it he was, he decided he would hold on her captive permanently or at least for as long as fate allowed.

"Let's eat first."He said.

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

They walked over to the wooden table where the bench vice was attached. It was no longer in the dip sphere at the entering to the coal cellar.

Overjoyed at the thought of getting her exemption back at go, she gladly lay across the board for him to clamp her handcuffs in the frailty jaws, as before, to cut them off.

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the table again after close prison term and before she changed her mind, he quickly tightened up the vice on both handlock, holding them unshakable in preparation for their removal.

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

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"idiot am I ?"he repeated to her.

Oh shit, she thought, how pudden-head of me. I've been tricked again.

"I'm sorry."She said. I was a bit shock. I didn't mean value it."“ Please don't take it personally."

"You need to ascertain your place around here."he told her.

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

His work force were now stroking the beautiful knockout of her arse cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could influence 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 shorts and underclothes, leaving her bang on then disappeared for a short time, returning with a nursing bottle of vegetable oil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He poked his indicant digit in to her hole, testing the tightness.

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her cheeks and pushed himself in.

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

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

The tactile sensation of a reverse shit 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 soused slippery buns hole he continued pumping in and out whilst she cried and begged, stretched out over the table, cuffed and helpless against his fucking frenzy.

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

Pulling out and moving away from her, he anticipated that corporeal fluids would soon run down her legs, so he told her to lift 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 shout, wearing his cotton wool boxer shorts, shifting her weighting from one leg to the former, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being knack over the tabular array, with her wrist joint restrained once more by the cuff in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

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

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her arse buttock then walked away.

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

He got to do work immediately.

From a small-arm of rubbish foghorn pipe, he cut two circles from the end, each of them one and a one-half inches wide, he then rounded the edge with a file to collapse them a smooth finish that wouldn't annoyance against her skin.

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

After cutting the tie-in of a chain in half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the half liaison onto the circles, attaching the range between them.

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

After welding the concatenation 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 handcuffs without replacing them did you ?"he told her.

He threaded a composition of Mexican valium through the anchor ring on the front of her slave collar and tied it off around the frailty clinch under the table.

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

As her for the first time wrist was freed, she found that because of the collar now holding her down, the most comfortable thing she could do was to rate her arm under her chest and ease on her elbow.

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

"Lay on the table and spin your stage 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 leap of her taking into custody as she swung her legs around to brook following to him at the side of the vice.

With her body still bent over due to the inadequate rophy through her collar, he pulled her pinny over her head and removed her bra.

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

Frightened stiff by the weight of her jump shot pull on the Mexican valium attached to her leash, she could only watch as he put the open manacle in the vice and wound the jaws together, closing the circuit around her wrist.

"Other script please."He said, holding up the manacle 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 alloy circle.

"That will do for now."He said.

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

Sitting on the toilet she inspected her new handcuffs.

They had a XII column inch long mountain chain welded to each of the handlock around her wrists. Each cuff had a tenuous gap where they had sprung back open up a lilliputian 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 heavyset metal rotary that had needed a vice to close down it, wouldn't budge without some sorting of prick. That would be her succeeding missionary post she thought, go and come up some tools.

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

After sleeping through until the even, she awoke to the olfaction of food.

Humiliated because she wasn't capable to put on any clothing over her manacle to extend 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 naked tits.

Later that evening he wrapped her woollen jumper around her neck so that the sleeves were covering part of her desolation and picked up a small cable system tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his genu on her cuff chain of mountains, pinning it to the chair between her branch and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

He then threaded the cable tie through her scent gang and zip tied the two rings together, pulling her bottom of the inning 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 sing to me do you ? '' he said as he stood up, releasing her chain from under his knee.

'' Come on. '' he told her, gently touching the halo on her collar and taking hold of her cuff strand. `` 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 nose and lip annulus joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a pair of heat resistant gauntlet mode baseball mitt next to her.

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

He then tightened the handlock fully closed in the vice and welded the two sides of the roundabout together.

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

He repeated the process around her other wrist, welding it closed as she watched in repugnance, knowing that resisting him would only piddle things worse for her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He then fitted the padlock through the hole at the back of the belt and through the center 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 face him.

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to secrete your lips. If you want me to remove the collar then the first and only words that I want to take heed from you are."

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

She frowned at him but understood.

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

She nodded her head.

He reached for his cutter and cut off the zip tie allowing her to open up her mouthpiece again.

He put his bridge player to his ear and watched as she spoke.

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

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

She was still anxious of him as he unscrewed the pack from the front of her collar so that he could move out the shining jewellery box cover, allowing accession to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

victimization pliers he disarmed the arrest and removed it from around her cervix. 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 rest off."

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

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

Result, she thought. This was all going in the compensate direction.

"I'd love that."She told him, cracking a petty smile at the thinking of having a more social meter with him.

He drilled a muddle through the board at the opposite side to the vice and bolted the concatenation to the table top so that she could strain far enough to her mouth but not underneath to relax the nut.

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

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

He'd caught the auction gambling bug after his first project was a achiever and had to do it again, especially after falling in making love with this lighthouse. He told her how it had something exciting about it that pulled him in and that he was so storm there were no other bidders interested at the auction.

"I know exactly what you mean. How many lives has this old structure saved over the long time ?"She said."I first discovered the secret entrance to this position when I was eight long time old."

"closed book entrance ?"he asked.

She explained how as a child she would lift the cover from the ember cellar and mount down the run into the dreary dirty cavern. She had no supporter around here to encounter with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her imagination run natural state. 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 light room where she stared at the stars for hours on end.

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

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

"My Grandfather 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 receiver shout sign for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonic alphabet. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth part letter of the first rudiment because we are number ten out of sixteen lighthouse along this stretch of coastline."

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

"You'll see my graffito on the rampart of the coal root cellar and in the tunnels leading into it."She confessed."I have slept there on numerous occasions, I find it peaceful but scarily exciting at the Lapp time, I've had the wildest of pipe dream down there. I have also slept up steps in the hazardous of storms."

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

He now felt so guilty about his program to deepen this place.

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

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

He un-bolted the Ernst Boris Chain from the middle of the table and went to gather up his rechargeable stamp battery lantern.

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

He didn't lock the string to the back of her rap but instead he put the lock and key in his pocket and told her to guide the way.

When at the behind of the wooden steps he dragged the measure across the dug out region so they could climb up into the entranceway of the coal basement tunnel.

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

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

Now able to stand up properly she walked across to a bulwark with the Christian Bible's ‘ Juliet's room'written, confirming her story.

In the quoin were fatheaded metal run stride embedded in the wall with perpendicular poles for hand rails ether side, leading up to her undercover entrance which had now been capped off.

Another tunnel went from the bedchamber at a mightily angle to the entrance tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a big money of founder dirt."

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

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

Back in the independent chamber she walked all around, reminiscing, having her thinker 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 cell and that I was chained up in here."“ I just never thought it would actually happen."

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

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

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

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

Her astray oculus had a kind of hopeful pleading smell in them as she pushed the chain around the upright metal handrail so that her wrists were touching around the back of the branding iron pole.

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

Holding the undefendable lock in his bridge player he stood in front of her with his lips almost touching hers.

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

With her alcohol infused breath she replied.

"Please."

The lock snapped shut as their brim touched, fulfilling one of her lifelong 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 belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her clothing and helped her pull her boots through before kissing her drunken lips again.

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

He parted her lips and went searching for her G berth and clitoris with his tongue.

judgement by her external respiration, he was doing well so he continued for a few more hour until he could hear her moaning turning faster and gamey pitched then using his thumbs to continue with her stimulant he looked up to address to her.

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

She screamed out in ecstasy and he felt her release some liquid into his mouth, just before her legs collapsed sending her hind end down onto his squatted knees.

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

She looked at him in shock, not quite knowing if she'd heard him correctly but observing that the smile on his boldness was the self-aggrandizing 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 lieu and you."He replied."I want to keep you as part of it."“ volition you help 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 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 battery was about to die.

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

"Do we stimulate to go ?"she replied.

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

The succeeding forenoon he woke to detect her sitting at the table with her cuff in nominal head of her, drawing.

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

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

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

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

It was a panoramic drawing of the ember cellar.

origin on the left with the run from the secret entrance, it showed a log burning stove with the chimney flue 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 had an smoothing iron framed bivalent bed pushed up against the white washed Lucy Stone wall with the small attention to detail graffiti reading Juliet's room written on it.

Next was the shocker, showing Jay-Jay dressed as she was now in the same boots, socks, shorts and belt, with her magnanimous bosom on show after being slightly enhanced using a little esthetic licence.

She was standing with her weaponry chained to the rampart with alike cuffs to what he had made for her, just above her head and her mortise joint chained slightly counterpane apart with shackle attached to the bulwark at floor level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the collapsed burrow was the john but the burrow entrance now had measure across it with a lockable gate to enter and exit.

To the right of the photograph was the main entranceway tunnel which now also had bars and a lockable gate over it.

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

"Wow."Was all he could say.

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