microphone was a 23 twelvemonth old, tall, athletic joiner who's hobby was restoring Greco-Roman cars.

He became tempted by an old visible light house on the south due west coast of England which was going up for sale by auction.

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

Using money borrowed from his parents and the bank, it was to be his gist filled project converting it into a dwelling house for him to live, whilst abiding by the rules of keeping the lamp working at Night time.

He struggled with topical anesthetic government agency when changing anything about the building as there seemed to be a lot of remonstrance from the nearby villagers.

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

One daybreak 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 look around for tourists to find that his air compressor had been thrown down the rock face, smashed beyond repair.

Furious at whoever did this, he knew that the entirely answer to pass on his task further was to exchange the compressor.

troika time of day later he returned to find that the fence had been disturbed and the lighthouse door was exposed. This prison term the inside of the lighthouse had been ransacked.

The fridge was doorway open slightly and with a little bit Thomas More probe, 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 time, he was livid as he had to rot the afternoon out again buying a replacement drill.

In a bit handwriting store he found a suitable Mandrillus leucophaeus at a deal price, so picked it up and paid the cashier.

As he turned to walk out he noticed under the deoxyephedrine of the heel counter amongst other small items, a yoke of handcuffs for sale.

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

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

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

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

He'd have paid the fully price but just wanted to barter a deal for the fun of it. The cuffs would be Worth much to a greater extent if they helped him apprehend the culprit who was vandalising his building site.

He began shouting obscenities when he returned to detect the Vandal had visited again and this time some of his building supplies had been thrown all over the sway on the shore line.

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

He noticed what he thought was a man with long hair's-breadth heading towards the fence but not wanting to get caught looking through the window, he ran and hid behind the front doorway ready to pounce.

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

Her name was Jay-Jay, an environmentalist who opposed the alteration which would allow the pharos to be converted to a individual abode and had actively campaigned against all the planning diligence throughout the whole process.

She was wearing black Dr Martin charge, high waistline abstemious amobarbital sodium skinny stretch jeans and a rainbow coloured peal cervix long sleeve woollen pullover. She had a pink ribbon in her long Robert Brown hair with a thin blue angel hair streak, advertising herself as a Hippy.

She waited a few minutes to constitute for certain the coast was clear before sneaking through the fence and trying the doorway handle.

It was unlocked.

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

She was so shocked her whole eubstance froze as she looked down at her helping hand and then up to Mike.

He wasn't expecting a woman but it didn't affair, he simply wrapped his weaponry around her chest, pinning her subdivision to her face then quickly ran her backwards over to the bottom of the spiral staircase.

He pushed her back against the iron balusters railings that ran with the step, all the way around the wall of the circular building from the floor to the meth fall room at the very top.

"GET YOUR nookie HANDS derriere YOUR BACK !"He shouted, looking at her straightaway in the face.

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

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

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

She realised when she tried to move that he had not only cuffed her hands behind her but also around one of the metal bannister 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 for 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 property ?"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 meth of freshly poisoned milk before you start telling me the truth ?"“ There's a camera over there. I've seen everything."

There was no camera but he thought he'd try and flim-flam 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 discourtesy."Vandalism ! destruction of mortal else's property ! breakage and entering ! Trespassing ! Attempted murder by poisoning !"“ You better jump talking."

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

"Do you get laid how much shtup money you've cost me ?"He shouted."Where's your ID ?"

"In my spinal column pocket."She told him.

He approached her and took a credit card wallet from one of her back pockets and her telephone from the other.

Looking through her wallet he found her driving licence.

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

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

"Yes I'm Mike."“ I've heard your name before."he said,"You're that pain sensation in the bum lady who's been objecting to all my provision applications for renovating this place aren't you ?"

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

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

"Do you have any former ID ? I don't believe you are twelve yr older 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 operation on her other leg, admiring the tightness of her jean and the material body of her legs as he stood back up again.

Standing in strawman 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 recompense for all of your damage."He said."So I'm making certain you don't have any little tricks up your sleeve."

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

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

Strangely the outset thing that struck him when she spoke up close to his case was her breathing place. It smelled sweet, like she had recently been eating cookie. It threw his head into a ready ‘ wow'import 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 occur and help you ?"

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

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

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

"Looks like you're at my clemency then ?"He said continuing his body search over her arse cheeks with his hands.

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

"If you think you're man enough piddling boy."She replied.

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

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

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

She frowned at him when he tried to put his digit inside her bra cup 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 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 usable and at your mercy. Do your risky. shew me what you've got."

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

Do you like that ? He asked.

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

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

He looked her in the eyes and then at her sweet-scented reek backtalk, about to build a move towards her, he gently touched the ball in the midsection of the horn in ring piercing she had between her anterior naris through her septum.

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

Was he stalling ? She thought.

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

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

If she could get him to fuck her with these handcuff on, she could peril him with unlawful immurement and Brassica napus. That way he would be in more difficulty than her and therefore wouldn't go to the police.

This was now the avenue she would conduct him down.

"I think you need to seek my can again."She said."You might make missed something."

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

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

He pulled her in finis 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 biz is."He told her.

"If you cuff my manus in movement of me so that I can use the lavatory, then I'll come back and record you what a woman really wants."She told him."I won't try to run away. I want your virginity."

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

As soon as the cuff swung spread out she bolted for the threshold, ripping the turnup 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 threshold handle but instead she put her back against the wall behind the door, turned to face him and laughed out loud.

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

She stood still and didn't fight him as he fumbled with the now bent key in the lock.

When he eventually removed it he put it in his scoop and cuffed her discharge articulatio radiocarpea again, this clock time with her hands in battlefront 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"commode is there."

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

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

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

He went to transfer one of her cuffs but when he took the key from his pocket he noticed it was knack. On foster 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 problem as now she will consume to be cut free.

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

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

She raised her blazon above her head when he approached her. She was trying to encouraging him to put away them there with her on her book binding so that he would n't be capable to stand firm her availability and ‘ his first time'would happen the way she wanted, giving her the blackmailing ammunition she needed.

He hooked the lock around the connecting chain of mountains in the middle of the handcuff and then around the metal bar of the banister. The whole banister clanged with the noise of the ignition 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 scented 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 clothes and lay down next to her on the bed.

"Obviously I would be playing with your cock by now but with my hand like this you'll have to masturbate 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 Virgo was.

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

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

"yield my jeans off."She said.

She loved watching the face of determination on his facial expression as he struggled to get rid of the tight fitting blue jean from her legs, all the clip pretending that this was normal for him, as though he'd done it lots of times before.

After he realised that her boots were still on he had to stop with the jeans and move out her footgear 1st. She started to feel sorry for the guy. It was comical the amount of time it took him to pillage her modest half naked.

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

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

"kiss me Mike."She said.

He lay on top of her and they kissed.

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

She took shame 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 lubricate us both please and use your hand to guide yourself in to me please ?"“ I'm sorry I'm just a little bit dry that's all."

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

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

"How's that feel."He said.

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

Time to commence faking it she thought and so began to moan.

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

It worked.

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

"What's it 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 cuffs are staying on, I'll rub you myself."He said.

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

"Yes."He replied, to her surprise.

This I have to see she thought.

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

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

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

Next came the jeans. The horrific jeans.

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

"I can do this."He told her."Just postponement 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 slay the jeans again, then disappeared trough a door with them in his hand.

Mike cut the branch of her jeans away on a flimsy diagonal angle having the longsighted part in the eye of the jeans and tapering away shorter as the cut went out towards the hip. With four inch of denim left below the crotch he turned each leg up one inch at a time and held them up with fast drying superglue. A secondment one inch turn up hid the cut that he had made and he repeated the gluing in small blot 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 wealthy person YOU DONE TO MY jean ?"she shouted."Do you lie with 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 of all roll in the hay of yours reckoning as rapine !"

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

"Undo these cuffs !"she ordered.

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

"It's broken."He announced.

"What ?"she asked.

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

Jay-Jay also struggled with the handlock 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 hand and pulled them on over her pelvic girdle, followed by her boot. He was right they went on much easier than when they were full length jeans.

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

He took her to an adjacent room and down five rickety wooden stone's throw, into what is known as a bund. This was a sealed waterproof expanse like a wet room or small swimming pool, designed to take in and contain any Diesel spillages from the fuel storage army tank which had been removed long time ago when the lighthouse became electrically automated.

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

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

The mesa had a workshop vice temporarily attached to one English of it in the middle of its rectangular length, held securely in situation with a piece of ass wet clamp, tightened from underneath the thick wooden top.

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

"scope over and slide by me your wrists."He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He put the saw down and slid his niggling fingerbreadth up and inside the bottom of her short pants, running it along the low component part of her butt cheek.

He then kissed her tightly denim clad bottom and stroked the suave flesh inside her leg at the top just before the indention caused by the tight turned up hem which was now digging into her skin at both slope, exaggerating the thigh gap at her genital organ in-between her legs.

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

"What ?"She said."Don't be ridiculous. You've just had your 1st predilection of a woman that's all."

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

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

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

He lay on the table on his backrest. She allowed him to push her up and squirm his way under her bureau, facing up at her.

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

organism careful not to bang his oral sex on the vice he said"I want to taste your sweetness one to a greater extent time."

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

Without replying he pressed his backtalk against hers and she gave in. She pushed her tongue all the way in to his mouth, breathing More and more heavy through her nose as the buss continued. She could feel his erection poking her in the tummy through his jeans.

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

Starting with his custody on her tooshie he slid them over her pelvis, around to her nominal head and stopped on the top button of her shorts.

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

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

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

Keeping his distance he wrapped a loop of rope around her mighty ankle and pulled it tight, securing the early end to a board leg.

repeating this on her early articulatio talocruralis, he spread her legs wide apart by tying the roach off on the opposition English of the mesa, forcing her body down until her stomach was resting on the wooden board top.

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

Looking at her modest 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 ass bunghole HOLE !"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 turnup 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.

Beginning at her ankle he ran both his mitt along the subdued peel of her leg, all the way up to her fork where he rubbed his fingers on her tightly enhanced camel toe, then sunk his teeth into one of her two, beautiful helplessly displayed arse cheeks.

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

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

He went up the wobbly wooden stairs leaving her there with her wooden leg spread encompassing apart and her wrists cruelly restrained in the vice clamped handcuffs.

Looking at her sign of the zodiac paint he convinced himself that he had to go check her station out.

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

With her speech sound and keys in his hand, he closed the lighthouse threshold behind him making sure as shooting it was locked then walked to retrieve his van and pay her house a visit.

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

The prop was the end building in a row of patio houses with a fence around the driveway providing sizable privateness from any on looking neighbor.

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

The immediate goal was not to rob the lieu but to get rid of any items that if a family extremity or even the law where to seem around, would score it see like she had packed her essentials and gone away for a while of her own accord.

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

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

His guilty tone 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 size and shape of vibrators, a blindfold and some strange rubber taping on a roll.

The vibrators all went into the bag along with a low shiny jewellery box, her pass, bank cards, soup-strainer and anything else this hippy missy might drive traveling with her. The only thing he didn't pack was any of her apparel as there wasn't room and besides, who would observe which clothes were not missing ? He thought.

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

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

He stopped for food on his way back home.

On entering the beacon light he could hear her calling for him to issue her before he even set centre 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 smash and hammered a golf hole through the eye 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 maw, now at her nominal head that he had just made with the screwdriver, he walked around the table and opened the vice, releasing the handcuff from the grip of its jaws, allowing her a small quantity of freedom so she could try and resist up again.

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

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

unfastening her ankle joint from the table legs allowed her to abide up correctly.

The dugout canoe area they were standing in was five feet lower than the independent story. It was accessed via the small wooden staircase that wasn't fixed to the ground or to the rampart so the next thing he did was lift the steps up out of the room.

Above the opposite wall to where the pace had been was a tunnel leading to the pilot ember 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 board and vice, leaving the two of them standing in this five foot deep sunken surface area with no means of getting out.

Having the use of his arms meant that he could jump up and pull himself out of the pit but Jay-Jay had no probability 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 cloth he had just lifted out then cooked for the two of them.

By lowering the wooden footstep back down into the sunken room he was capable to guide her into the main beacon light tug way where she sat down to eat.

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

He held the small shiny jewellery box in his bridge player. It was three inches long and one and a half column inch wide with the lid being the all top half of the box and it was inscribed Jay Jay in the smooth silver.

He slid the lid away from the buttocks, pulled out a pair of minor shiny pair of pliers and held them up in front of her with a questioning frown on his face.

"Their for my horn in gang"she told him.

He placed them back and picked up a stud.

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

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

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

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

The stud poker was made up of a silver looking short bar joined to a large round flat plate at one end and with the removable screw off glistening attic at the other.

He put his hand back in the jewellery box and picked out another man. This one had the Lapplander magnanimous magnetic disc at one end of the shiny silver shaft but the part that screwed off had a ball with a silver band going through it, like a tiny half column inch diameter towel ring.

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

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

She opened her jaw so he could horn in the small shiny tool through her broken lip piercing all the way until the 2-dimensional disk pressed against the inside of her mouth.

reach back down into the box he picked out the small ring. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to see her own lip, he screwed the anchor ring in seat of the domed stud on the end of the ash gray shaft poking through her lip.

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

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

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

He was stunned at her revelation.

"girl ?"he asked.

"Yes."She continued."It was just a daughter 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 expression with my elbow as I turned around in a scuffle during an environmental dissent in London. It drew blood from her scent and I was charged. Because I showed no remorse and refused to apologise I received three month inside."

mike was shocked. He stared at her, sitting handcuffed to her waistline, now with a halo 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 have it off me ?"she replied.

Shit ! He thought.

She was right.

He was attracted to her.

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

"What now, bad apple lover ? She asked.

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

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

"So you're a gay woman are you ?"he asked.

"Bisexual."She corrected him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"take my wearing apparel off."She said.

He obliged by lifting her jumper over her promontory and stripping her small half defenseless apart from her heavy boots and socks.

"Now put your foreland between my legs."She told him, lifting her knee joint slightly.

"Gently part my lips and tone for my clitoris."She said and then continued to guide him to the decent spot.

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

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

She squeezed her ramification together, pressing against his ears, holding his drumhead still.

He could no longer hear her moaning because of her thighs deafening him but minutes later he was shocked to listen her shriek when she momentarily opened her thigh, enjoying the pleasuring.

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

"It must be my turn."He said, then crawled up the bed and straddled her chest of drawers with his erection pointing in her face.

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

He moved his breakwater right up to her face.

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

After being exited about his beginning reversal job and getting rejected by her threats, he kind of lost the consequence and climbed off, leaving her au naturel with her arms still cuffed above her head.

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

Looking around the lighthouse for aspiration he wandered into the adjacent building which housed the foghorn. Looking at some of the pipework he wondered if he could make a shackle for her ankle and keep her chained up somewhere. This idea changed to possible articulatio radiocarpea hamper when he measured and realised that the inside diameter of the pipage would be too minuscule for an ankle but ideal for a wrist.

Noticing a gravid clinch wrapped around a midst pipe leading up to the foghorn, gave him an idea.

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

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

"What are you doing ?"she asked.

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

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

He then pulled her bra and jumper back down from up over her top dog and opened the ignition lock holding the handcuff Ernst Boris Chain to the alloy railing at the top of the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click.

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

He guided her back down the rickety wooden steps into the sunken bund expanse in front of the ember wine cellar 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 closedown and locking the door behind him.

At the hardware store he picked out a seven in diameter hose clamp of the counterbalance flair for what he was planning. He also bought a small metal screw on cringle ring similar in pattern but larger than the hard worker ring he had tricked her into wearing through her down lip. He then picked out two tension springs from the vast selec-tion on display.

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

He measured and cut a minuscule strip of square metal bar from a trash iron gate to stool a spacing pin. Then he removed the screw from the two goal of the clamp and replaced it with the pin made from the piece of second power bar he had just cut.

Holding the square pin in place he then took one of the tenseness springs and struggled with his tools as he extended it across the gap of the two ends of the clamps metallic element band.

With the world-class spring in place, spanning the top of the clamp scuttle, he struggled again with the other leaping ; this one was to go across the bottom of the clamp.

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

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

Finally he manufactured a tread hole through the middle of the square pin and screwed the bright grummet ring into it so that it could be used to root for the pin out adjacent time.

"I've got something for you."He announced, lowering the wooden steps back down into the dugout area as she turned and looked at him from the opposite side of meat, 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 gismo 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 ending of the clamp, followed by the starting time leaping. Again he had to use tools to help him pull the give across the gap as it was too strong to use just his fingers. He then repeated this with the s spring.

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

"Two minutes."He said then walked away.

She heard the speech 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 springs and second power bar then screwed the pull hoop in place.

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

"What the hell is it ?"she asked.

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

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

"I'll display you."He said, putting his fingerbreadth through the ring, pulling the substantial bar and the shining 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 clamp tightened painfully around her leg.

"FUCKING nether region GET IT OFF ME."She shouted"THAT fuck HURTS."

He looked in amazement at how trench the set went into her leg and had to hold, it did look painful.

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

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

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

"What have I done wrong ?"she said.

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

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

"Oh no. Please no."she said.

He picked up the metallic element striation 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 banister began making noises as she struggled against her cuffs, trying once to a greater extent to draw her carpus through but to no avail, they were just too tight. The rope holding her peg down was pulled so tight that any amount of struggling would do her no good.

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

As he pulled the sec tension spring in place he could sense her hyperventilating with reverence. The top from her jewellery box lid was side by side, 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 pull on this hoop and it will go ‘ BOING ’."He said with a smile on his face.

"It will cause that mild, beautiful attender neck of yours to be so contract that you won't be capable to breathe."

"Please don't."she begged.

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

Then gently holding onto the ring he bent down and kissed her lips, forcing his natural language inside her mouth to shit his point.

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

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

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

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

Perfectly in the heart of the Word of God Jay and Jay was the ring, swinging down like a orotund 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 lav to see at the former addition to her bondage.

"I won't really seize with teeth. I was being threatening because you were making me find like a cheep tart. I was only trying to sustain a mother wit of self-regard about me."She explained.

"wellspring that's exactly what you are."He said."From now on you're going to be a good little whore and not reply 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 forepart of her face.

With one hired hand on the dog collar ring and his early on the rachis of her head, he guided his hammer into her mouth.

beingness inexperienced he rammed it all the way to the rachis of her throat, causing her to gag.

"Mmmm."She said, trying to speak.

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

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

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

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

It was a little demoralising at first-class honours degree but she overcame that when she heard him moaning with pleasure, meaning that she was winning him over.

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

He had early ideas.

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

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

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

She had no alternative former than to swallow it down as he came again and again before he eventually released her head, allowing her to rest 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 helping hand under her arm and guided her over to the bed where he lay her down.

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

There was a fast chronological succession of dog from both face of the handlock as he accidently lay on the wristband, locking them tighter around her carpus.

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

They both studied the handcuffs which were now all the way through their ratchet locking chemical mechanism and on the squiffy mount. 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 rotate her carpus around in them.

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

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

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

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

However, he had early plans.

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

He had a plan.

He was in so a good deal trouble already and realising just how trench in it he was, he decided he would keep her enwrapped 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 take the cuffs. He told her yes but the collar was staying on.

They walked over to the wooden table where the bench frailty was attached. It was no longer in the sunken area at the entranceway to the ember cellar.

Overjoyed at the thought process of getting her freedom back at last, she gladly lay across the table for him to clamp her handcuff in the vice jaws, as before, to cut them off.

Surprised at her willingness to lay over the mesa again after last clock time and before she changed her head, he quickly tightened up the vice on both cuffs, holding them regular in training for their removal.

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

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

"Fucking."

SLAP.

"Stupid."

SLAP.

"half-wit am I ?"he repeated to her.

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

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

"You need to learn your piazza around here."he told her.

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

His manus were now stroking the beautiful smasher of her arse cheeks that he'd just been slapping.

"I'm sure we could puzzle out 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 underwear, leaving her boots on then disappeared for a brusque time, returning with a feeding bottle of vegetable oil.

"Irresistible."he said as he guided her legs apart slightly and poured a fiddling veggie oil over her tail end sally then massaged it in to her back talk as it dribbled down around her crotch.

She tried tugging and twisting her wrists in the handcuff again but it was pointless, they were even 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 retentive this time."he told her.

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

Her lubricated, inviting can was right there waiting for him to hold his move.

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

"NO PLEASE !"she cried out.

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

He spread her buttock 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 gravitas of her defenceless body Sir Thomas More and more with each stroke.

The feeling of a verso shit was so uncomfortable and degrading that she broke down and began to cry.

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

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

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

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

He went to clean himself up, leaving her there crying, wearing his cotton packer boxershorts, shifting her weight from one leg to the former, hating the situation. She cursed after allowing herself to be tricked again into being bent over the table, with her articulatio radiocarpea restrained once more than by the handcuffs in the vice. How could I be so gullible ? She thought.

She was still snivelling and rocking her system of weights from one leg to the other in the same position, now completely broken by this man who she had turned from boy to monster by releasing his hormones and allowing them to run wild, causing her death into his sex slave.

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

"Please."She said.

He kissed her keister cheek then walked away.

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

He got to work immediately.

From a piece of fight foghorn organ pipe, he cut two rophy from the end, each of them one and a half column inch wide, he then rounded the boundary with a file to give them a smooth finish that wouldn't chafe against her skin.

He then cut a split in the rings and bent them open a lilliputian, just enough to fit her wrist through.

After cutting the link of a chemical chain in half he took everything back into the lighthouse to weld the half links onto the circles, attaching the range of mountains 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 strand between the two soon to be cuffs, he took them over to the mesa 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 piece of rope through the ring on the front of her hard worker collar and tied it off around the vice clamp under the table.

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

As her first radiocarpal joint was freed, she found that because of the dog collar now holding her Down, the most well-situated thing she could do was to place her arm under her thorax and residual on her elbow.

She did the Same with the former arm when her second articulatio radiocarpea 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 deplumate the safety device pin out from between the outpouring of her collar as she swung her peg around to remain firm succeeding to him at the incline of the vice.

With her body still stoop over due to the brusk roach through her apprehension, he pulled her jumper over her head and removed her bra.

He picked up the newly manufactured hamper set, took time lag of one of her articulatio radiocarpea and placed it through the gap in the awaiting open circle.

Frightened stiff by the weight of her jumper pulling on the forget me drug attached to her dog collar, she could only watch as he put the open cuff in the frailty and wound the jaws together, closing the lap around her wrist.

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

She was expecting something to injure 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 pinny fell to the level when he untied the forget me drug, removed it from her arrest and released her, as she understandably needed the toilet.

Sitting on the privy 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 flimsy gap where they had sprung back open up a lilliputian after being released from the vice jaws. This gap was only a few mm, not even enough to fit a pencil through, let alone a wrist.

She tried pulling the handlock open but the buddy-buddy alloy Mexican valium that had needed a frailty to close it, wouldn't budge without some form of instrument. 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 underclothing and shorts before curling up under the covers.

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

Humiliated because she wasn't able-bodied to put on any habiliment over her turnup to spread over her top one-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 wool jumper around her neck so that the sleeve were covering office of her nakedness and picked up a small cable system tie as she sat on a chair.

He put his knee on her handcuff chain, pinning it to the chairman between her legs and began threading the zip tie through the small slave ring piercing in her lower lip.

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

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

'' Oh now you want to let the cat out of the bag 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 closed chain on her collar and taking clutch of her turnup 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 nose and lip rings joined by the cable tie as he dragged his welding equipment over to the table, placing a yoke of heat resistant gauntlet mode mitt next to her.

The gloves were put on her hands by tucking them tightly between her wrist and under the cuff, to prevent her from being burnt by the heat from the welder.

He then tightened the cuff fully closed in the vice and welded the two face of the set together.

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

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

When they had cooled and after cutting the gauntlets away he checked for any incisive sharpness then allowed her to inspect her new manacles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He picked up the belt and padlock, fed it through the belt grommet of her shorts the even off 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 kettle of fish at the rear of the belt and through the mediate link of her handcuff Chain before snapping it shut.

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

'' Nearly there. '' he said. `` I 'm going to loose your back talk. If you want me to transfer the shoe collar then the maiden and only words that I want to hear 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 tush this afternoon, it was lovely. Can we do it again sometime. '' He repeated. `` If you say anything else, the arrest stays on. Understand ? ``

She nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

She was still nervous of him as he unscrewed the ring from the presence of her catch so that he could remove the lustrous jewellery box cover, allowing admittance to the springs.

"Please be careful."She said.

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

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

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

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

"The collar will be on."He told her."However I may draw an exclusion if you want, I could decamp the chain of your cuffs to the mesa and you could get together me for a bottleful of wine-coloured ?"

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

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

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

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

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

He'd caught the auction bridge gambling bug after his world-class undertaking was a success and had to do it again, especially after falling in lovemaking with this beacon light. 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 orphic incoming to this situation when I was eight years old."

"Secret entree ?"he asked.

She explained how as a small fry she would lift the screening from the coal cellar and climb down the ladder into the dark dirty cavern. She had no supporter around here to meet with so she would play alone quietly in the cold musty room, letting her resourcefulness run state of nature. 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 whiz for hours on end.

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

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

"My granddaddy worked here for a fourth dimension 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 receiving set call option signaling for here is Tango Juliet. That's T.J. in the phonetic ABC. ‘ T'meaning tower and ‘ J'being the tenth part letter of the alphabet because we are number ten out of xvi beacon along this stretch of coastline."

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

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

All the fourth dimension they talked, she kept him glom with her seductive heart but it wasn't long before they began to ferment red and make full with tears.

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

"Are you telling the truth ?"he asked.

She nodded her head.

"Show me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the corner were blockheaded metal ravel footstep embedded in the wall with perpendicular poles for hand runway ether position, leading up to her secret entry which had now been capped off.

Another burrow went from the sleeping accommodation at a justly angle to the entry tunnel.

"Where does that one go ?"he asked.

"It doesn't."she replied."It just ends in a passel of break 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 paries and smiled at him.

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

dorsum in the principal chamber she walked all around, reminiscing, having her creative 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 field now because as a child I sometimes fantasised about this being a prison cellular phone and that I was chained up in here."“ I just never thought it would actually happen."

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

He took the padlock from his air hole and dangled it in straw man of her eyes.

She took a brusk inhalation of breathing space as she stared back at him with a beaming smile on her face.

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

Her wide eye had a form of aspirer pleading aspect in them as she pushed the strand around the unsloped alloy balustrade so that her wrist were touching around the rear of the smoothing iron pole.

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

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

"Let me pick up you say please."He said.

With her inebriant infused breathing spell she replied.

"Please."

The lock snapped shut as their lips touched, fulfilling one of her womb-to-tomb phantasy that she had only ever dreamed about before he came into her life.

Leaving her jumper around her neck opening, he kissed her and unfastened her belt, followed by her shorts. He lowered her clothing and helped her pulling her boots through before kissing her boozy mouth again.

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

He parted her rim and went searching for her G stain and clitoris with his tongue.

Judging by her breathing, he was doing well so he continued for a few more mo until he could hear her moaning turning faster and higher pitched then using his thumbs to continue with her stimulation he looked up to address to her.

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

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

He could feel her shaking 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 font 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 stead and you."He replied."I want to keep you as theatrical role of it."“ volition you help me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Do we have to go ?"she replied.

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

The next daybreak he woke to ascertain her sitting at the tabular array with her cuff in battlefront of her, drawing.

"I didn't know you were an artist."He said complimenting on the first-class pencil work of her aim sketch.

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

"Absolutely."He said before studying the real capacity of the picture."Anything is possible."

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

It was a panoramic draft of the coal cellar.

starting time on the left with the ladder from the undercover entering, it showed a log burning stove with the chimney flue reaching up and out of the now capped off cover.

There was undimmed electric kindling shining down simulating sunshine coming from above.

Moving along, the moving picture had an smoothing iron framed double bed pushed up against the white washed Harlan Fiske 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 the boot, wind cone, shorts and rap, with her larger tits on display after being slightly enhanced using a piddling artistic licence.

She was standing with her limb chained to the bulwark with like cuff to what he had made for her, just above her head and her ankles chained slightly distribute apart with shackles attached to the rampart at level level.

Next to her chained exposed body, in the crack up tunnel was the lavatory but the tunnel entrance now had stripe across it with a lockable gate to enter and exit.

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

What the hell 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 grin on her face .