Absolute Discretion 02

When I normally write a series, I write the whole story before publishing. Not so in this case as I want the story to develop as I go on. This may lead to a few inconsistencies with Absolute Discretion One. Sorry.

I have plenty of ideas where John and Susie are going as they each rediscover their kinky sides together.

A quick catch up if you haven't read Absolute Discretion Chapter 1. It has been a while since I published that. John, delivering a parcel that had been delivered to his house by 'mistake' and finds Susan in a compromising position. He helps her out and they discover they have similar kinks. However, John has been a widower for a few years, he's happy with his life but something is missing. Susan has had problems trusting people because of something that happened to her in the past. John is a bit of a handyman and helps out around Susan's business which is designing and making bespoke clothing. She is about to branch out into more kinkier stuff. Susan discovers that John has a kinky playroom that he used to use with his wife before she passed away. When we leave them, Susan has just discovered a full face lace up leather hood which is something she has wanted to try in the past.

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Then she lifted out the leather full head lace up hood, she looked at me, "You two really were kinky."

"That was one thing I wanted to try. We did, but Julie didn't wasn't keen it, she tried it twice, the second time to confirm she didn't like it. She did like the collar that goes with it, it's like a leather choker.

"We gathered some stuff over the years, like the gloves and corsets, we concentrated on shiny stuff, PVC, late." I smiled to myself remembering the fun we had when I shined the latex Julie was wearing. Good memories. "I like shiny sexy clothes and they suited Julie, after the insurance pay-out we had enough money to try anything we liked, and the hood was one she didn't. Julie thought it was too restrictive."

Susan looked at me and said, "I like being restricted, I have a favourite corset which is the perfect tight fit, really restrictive." Smiling, she said. "Would you mind if I tried the hood on?"

"If you don't mind wearing something that Julie has worn, please go ahead."

She slipped her face into it and lined up the nostrils. She tried to pull the laces but wasn't having much success. Taking it off. She seemed to think a bit. Walking across to the drawers she picked up the special handcuffs and the collar that went with the hood and held them out to me she said. "Would you do me the honour please?"

I took them from her. "Okay, I don't have much experience using this." I said holding up the hood, but once it's on you won't be able to talk so you won't be able to rhubarb a safety word, we will need a safety signal. Can you click your fingers?"

She lifted them up in front of me and clicked both thumbs and forefingers. "Right, either that or shaking your head side to side rapidly I will stop and release you. Happy with that?"

She appeared a bit nervous but said. "Yes, I am."

Picking up the special handcuffs I said to her. "Let's have a practice, turn around and place your hands behind your back please."

She did and using the handcuffs I secured her wrists behind her back. It was as simple as placing her wrists between the two strips of metal and quickly tightening up the wingnut. The cuffs were angled slightly to take into account the natural fall of the arms. I made sure they were the correct way up.

"How is that, is that comfortable?"

Looking over her shoulder at me she said. "Yes, surprisingly very comfortable. The angle is spot on, it's a little bit tight though." She gave her hands a little wiggle.

"Well, I made them for Julie's wrists, yours are a little bit thicker. Next time if there is a next time, I will put a washer in so they're not too tight."

She tried to look behind her at the handcuffs, she could just see them. "You can't even get your fingers to the wingnut to undo it. I am truly stuck till you let me go." She smiled. "I suppose that is the idea."

"Yes, they were purposely made that way so you can't get free."

She turned to me, smiled and said. "These are very comfortable, I think there might just be a next time."

"Just to check, can you click your fingers for me?" She did, now we had two safety signals.

I held the hood collar up, "This is designed to lock the hood in place, so even if your hands were free you couldn't take it off. Do you want that and the padlock?"

She was still nervous, "I think so." She looked up at me. "With that on I will be completely in your power, I can trust you. Right?"

"Absolutely, I will ask before I do anything."

She nodded.

I brushed her lips gently with mine. "I realise it is difficult for you to trust. You trusted me when I locked you into the stocks and now the handcuffs, so please trust me now. I would hate to ruin what I think is going to be a wonderful relationship." She tilted her head. I carried on. "Okay I've probably said too much about my feelings, but you are safe with me."

"D'you know, I think I am, for some reason I feel more comfortable with you after a few weeks than I did with Jeffrey after we started doing kinky things."

She leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips. "Thank you. I'm ready for the hood now." She lifted her chin.

I lifted the hood and placed it on her face making sure the nostrils were lined up. I went behind her and started tightening the laces. I raised my voice and said to her. "Click your fingers if it gets too tight." I got a gentle nod of the head. I carried on tightening the laces until I got both sides of the hood to meet and tied them off. I stood in front of her and stroked the soft, smooth leather. She pushed back into my hand. I think she was enjoying it.

I was worried about her falling over so I gently eased her back until she was resting against the table.

"Do you want the collar?" I asked. I realise this could be a little difficult after what Jeffrey had done to her. After a few seconds she gave a nod of the head. I picked up the collar and threaded it through the loops on the hood. I pulled it tight. "Okay?" I asked loudly and got a nod of the head. She was breathing quite deeply.

I put the padlock on and clicked it shut. It was a loud click, all of a sudden her legs gave way. I managed to catch her and hold her up. She regained her feet. I propped her against the table again. I just stroked her face again. She pushed back at my hand much like Jasper does when he's happy.

I kept my hands on her shoulders and said. "Just click your fingers when you're ready to be let go." She gave me a small nod. I held on to her, she moved her body around testing the tightness of the hood and the handcuffs.

I couldn't make love to her, but I could excite her. "Stay there, I will be back in a few seconds." I went to the chest of drawers, retrieved two batteries and fitted them to a vibrator. I turned it on and ran it down the side of her leather covered face and said, "Are you happy for me to use this?" The last time I used vibrator on her she had very little choice, now she does.

She nodded. I slipped my arm around her waist then ran the vibrator down across one breast over the nipple and then across to the other one and then down the front of her body and up under her skirt. I gently eased the skirt aside and ran the vibrator up her leg. Her chest was heaving, her breathing deep. Just like last time I could not see where I was putting it, so I had to watch her reactions. I found the sweet spot where she shuddered, I moved it slightly away and back again and watched her reaction. It surprised me when the orgasm hit her but I still had one a.

Her legs collapsed again but I was ready for it this time and I caught her and rested her back against the table again.

This woman was trusting me and I dare not betray that trust. She had been betrayed in the past.

With one hand I spun the wingnut on the handcuffs, and they dropped away releasing her hands. I gently placed her in the wingback armchair. I quickly undid the padlock and removed the collar then unlaced the hood and took it off. Her eyes were closed, bloody hell, does she faint every time she has an orgasm?

She looked comfortable in the arm chair, she might need a drink when she wakes up. I dived through into my bedroom, went downstairs and came back with a chilled bottle of water and a glass. On the way back through my bedroom I grabbed a blanket. When I got back into the playroom, she had not moved. I draped the blanket over her again, it was just like all those weeks ago when I came upon her when I released her from the compromising position she had got herself into.

I was tempted to go to my bedroom and quietly relieve the pressure in my trousers, it was aching. I did not. I sat looking at Susan, she really was very pretty. She had a gentle sweet contented smile on her face. I thought I would let her rest.

That was until a ball of grey fur came rushing in, jumped onto the window sill, sneezed, saw what he wanted and rushed off back out with a clatter. When in a hurry Jasper is like a herd of wildebeest sweeping majestically across the plain.

Susan opened her eyes and smiled at me, quietly she said. "Thank you, that was amazing."

I passed her a glass of water, she finished it in one go and held her glass out for another, that went the same way. I was glad I brought water and not wine if she was going to drink like that. I made sure there was a bottle of white chilling in the fridge.

"Do you normally faint when you have an orgasm?"

She gave me a weak smile and said. "Not normally, it must be you."

She told me she nearly had an orgasm when she heard the lock click shut and she was fully restricted, there was no way out without me.

We were both sitting in the armchairs, she got up and came across to me and sat on my lap and gave me the hottest kiss I'd had in almost five years. "Thank you so very much. That was fantastic, the restriction on my head, the smell of leather, I just got carried away. That was very unfair of me. I promise I will make this up to you. Please just be patient a little while longer. You will not regret it."

With that she pointed across to the pile of planks leaning up against a wall. "What's that lot?"

I explained there were a couple of Saint Andrew's crosses in there which I had taken apart, one was an ordinary one and one had special attachments on to make sure the subject was extremely secure. There would be no movement. She got off my lap and walked across to the planks she started stroking the wood, pointing up to the attachments she said. "These look adjustable?"

"They are, it can take somebody five foot six tall wearing six inch heels to somebody five feet in bare feet."

"I must try that, when I'm tied up, I don't want to be able to move at all, so your special handcuffs are brilliant. I like things tight, restrictive, like the hood. I hate it when you see loose bindings on porn films. You shouldn't be able to move your arms, legs or your body if the ropes are tight, as I said I like to be restricted."

"You watch porn films?"

"Of course, didn't you and Julie, where did you get your ideas from?"

"Well, we watched a few but we thought there a bit rubbish, we got some ideas from them but the rest are our own."

Looking at me again she said "I'd like to try that Saint Andrews cross some time if that's alright with you?" She took my hand. "You appear to have all my fantasies in one room."

I pointed to the rest of the planks and said. "That's actually a four-poster bed I made, but I have to make it up here as it's all got to come through the wardrobe and yes there were several metal eyes discreetly around it that could be used for tying somebody to it."

She looked at me, tilted her head to one side cutely and said. "Did you ever get tied to it, or even get tied up at all?"

"It wasn't our favorite, but turn about is fair play. Sometimes Julie had the urge so yes, occasionally." I had the feeling she was going to say something, and I had the idea she was going to ask if she could tie me up. Well, we will see.

She came to me wrapped her arms around me and looked me deep into the eyes. In a serious tone of voice she said. "Thank you, thank you so very much for letting me into the world you and Julie had. I feel humbled." She kissed me. "Would you mind if we had something stronger to drink?"

I went round and made sure the wardrobes and drawers were shut and everything was put away in its proper place. We went out through the wardrobe and I closed the door behind me wondering when we would be in there next. I was hoping it wouldn't be long.

I had a feeling that once she had shared her story of what Jeffery had done to her, it seemed to release her from a set of demons, giving her freedom. If I was right, I am glad it was with me.

We sat in the lounge drinking the white wine, she finished her first glass in one go. "So, you made all that furniture and stuff upstairs?"

"Yes, Julie and I used to spend hours getting it right, we didn't always and some stuff ended up on the fire."

"I must admit to being a bit jealous of Julie, you must have had fun." Her face fell. "Sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

"It still hurts a bit, but we can't change what happened. Everyone tried their best and it wasn't good enough. The disease won in the end."

Susan stood up and held her hand out. "Right, this is me blatantly trying to change the subject and distract you. Come on, you must have some stuff in your sheds. I assume that is where you made all that kinky furniture?"

I appreciated her efforts. I stood up taking her hand and led her across the yard to the old stables.

I took her inside, she saw the two classic cars she knew about, my runabout mini and a motorhome. I showed her the stables which I used as a workshop for the cars and my furniture building exploits. Then a smaller room upstairs for my other hobby, remote controlled stuff. I had model gliders, cars and sailing yachts, although there were not many places to sail them.

She pointed to a small glass fronted cabinet with some of my electronic gear in it. "What's that?"

I knew exactly what she had seen. I got it from the cabinet and gave her the mass of electronic circuits. "It's a Jonie's butterfly with a radio remote control. In the days when mobile phones were just phones not a handheld computer it was a way I could tease Julie whilst we're out and about."

"You two really were very kinky." She said with a smile on her face. "I didn't know you had a motorhome, I always wanted one but never got round to it. I probably wouldn't get a chance to use it anyway, can we have a look?"

I led her inside the motorhome. Looking around she said. "Wow, you have everything in here. Fridge, freezer, cooker, toilet, even a shower." Then she said. "Where is the bed or do you make it up?"

I pointed upwards and pushed a button and a fully made-up bed came down from the roof. She looked at me with her mouth wide open. "Wow, really wow." She got up onto it. "It's pretty comfortable." Then she noticed some additions I had made to the bed. "I suppose with those metal eyes you and Julie played games in here too."

I felt a bit sad for a second. "Only a few times, the cancer came back before we got the chance to do much, pity she was looking forward to doing more. The added risk of being caught seemed to excite her."

She turned towards me and gave me a hug and whispered in my ear. "Sorry, I seem to keep doing that to you today."

"It's not your fault, don't worry about it."

She took my head in her hands and said gently. "I will worry about you. You cannot tell me who or not to worry about." Then she kissed me.

She carried on, again I think trying to distract me. "Why is the wardrobe only half size, what is in the bottom bit?"

I took her outside to the back and opened some doors. "I do competitions with the gliders and boats, they take up a lot of room. This is designed for a small motorbike, but it's great for the models. It means I can stay overnight and have a chat with mates, have a few beers and no need to rush home."

She climbed inside and said to me. "It could be a mini dungeon too."

I smiled. "You naughty girl, and you said I was the kinky one."

"Oh, you are. Do you think it is something we could try?"

"Well, there are lashing points in here, I could tie you to those and drive you away, kidnap you, is that what you want?"

"Oh yes, bound and gagged taken by my captor to his hideout, or maybe a spy wearing a latex catsuit, gagged and with the leather face hood tied to the floor, or hogtied to be taken as a sex slave to my evil master. Oh yes, I think I would like that."

I fidgeted, straightening myself.

She walked up to me, putting her arms around my neck, she said. "Looks like someone else finds it interesting as well, we will have to make plans." She was grinding herself gently against me. I thought that could be arranged but I was confused. Other things would need to happen first before I committed to anything.

"Is there a chance for another glass of wine?"

"I think so, but I have to lock the motorhome and put stuff away."

"If you close up the mini dungeon, can I put the bed away?"

I smiled, nodding at her, she shot inside the motorhome and I heard the motors whine as she put the bed back up into the roof.

I locked everything up and we went back indoors. When we got there, I realised how late it was. Susan suggested we get a Chinese takeaway and finish off the wine. It was a good idea. I went to the takeaway and got dinner. When I got back Susan had set the coffee table up in the lounge. She had beer for me and wine for herself. After we finished eating, we talked about blocked drains and about what I did with my model gliders and boats. I told her I flew my gliders in the big field at the back of my house and the places I had been in the motorhome. We talked about my children, Mark and Wendy. Mark worked just outside Blackpool. Wendy was in the RAF as a technician. She was based in Scotland. I didn't get to see them very much, mainly high days and holidays.

Susan asked me if they knew about her. I told her that I had mentioned I was seeing someone, that was all. She told me she knew Julie and I had children, I had mentioned it in one of our first evenings in the pub and she had seen the photographs around the house. I promised the next time either of them came down I would make sure they were introduced. There was no talk of the kinky stuff we had done that day, I felt Susan wanted to stay away from that subject.

I wanted another beer, so I started to clear away the plates, Susan stood up offering to help, I declined and told her it would take but a few minutes to sort out. By the time I had loaded the dishwasher, fetched myself a beer, fed Jasper and got back to the lounge Susan was asleep. It had been a long day. I was in a quandary, again. Do I wake her up or get a blanket to make her comfortable. It was taken out of my hands when Jasper came in and jumped on her lap and woke her up. I think he was hoping she was going to sleep here. He was not alone. She stroked him for a while and said to me. "I think I had better go home, I am really tired."

"I can understand that, it's been a long day. Let me walk you home."

Smiling at me. "I was hoping you would offer. I look forward to our strolls."

We did not talk much on our walk to her house, just enjoyed each other's company strolling arm in arm.

She gave me a toe-curling kiss, told me she was looking forward to seeing me next week. That confused me a little, we had not made any plans for the following week. She opened her door, turned and waved to me. I waited until I heard the door locks engage. I popped into the pub for a beer and a chat. Harry the landlord asked if I wanted flowers on the table Wednesday. Was that what she was saying? Were Wednesdays becoming a regular thing? If so, that was good. I slept well that night after I relieved myself.