Absolute Discretion

This is the first story I started writing in January 2022. I keep coming back doing little bits to it as my skills improve, but I have decided to publish the first chapter leaving it as it is, grammatical and time line errors and all, I just sorted out the punctuation a bit which in this current draft was an absolute mess. Thanks to Bad Hobbit for the guidance. It is hardly much better now.

It is very raw. It has not been through Google Docs or Grammarly. Some paragraphs are disjointed. I have not read it 20 times to tweak it and five times aloud to myself, nor have I had my mate give it a going over (Sorry Rob)

It also got a bit long. It is supposed to be a bit of Twixmas light reading.

It would take a massive re write to correct my many mistakes and I do not have the time. Maybe when I retire if people want it.

This was my preferred genre before I got seduced to the dark side of Loving Wives

This is planned to be a story of many parts, this first chapter is just introducing the main characters and some of the antics they may get up to later. Unlike my other series this one is not written completely, the first chapter is and quite a few notes, we will see where we go after this.

There will be more if you want it, I like these people.

It was a Friday afternoon and I was having a cup of tea after doing some work on one of the old cars. I'd done an oil change on the TR6 and the Triumph Stag was due a coolant flush, that was going to be my next job.

There was a loud knocking at the front door, which in itself is strange because most people come around the back, including the postman. I went to the front door and opened it and there was a large brown paper parcel laying on the doorstep, stranger, even the Amazon man comes round the back.

It was large about 3 foot long by 6 inches by 6 inches and picking it up it was quite heavy; I looked at the address. It wasn't for me, it was addressed to a Ms S Smith "Absolute Discretion" 13 High St. That will be it then, I was 31 High Street but not S Smith I'm definitely not a Ms. And I had no idea what or who 'Absolute Discretion' was.

It also had several labels on it saying, 'Urgent'. Well then, I'd better walk it down to her if it was urgent. I could always flush the Stag tomorrow. I was aware that there was an attractive young lady who lived down that end of the High Street, so it might be a chance to have a chat. This was a typical English village after all, we do chatting.

High Street is a bit of a misnomer, our village used to be on the main Oxford to Gloucester Road. But now it has a bypass which leaves us as a quiet backwater. We have a church, which is little used, a pub that used to be a coaching house, well used, a village pond and a small post office come shop run by some nice Chinese people; who also operate a takeaway which supplies most of the surrounding villages with their excellent cuisine.

As I said, a typical English village. Most of the occupants of our village are either retired professionals or up and coming middle management types. I am neither; I'm sort of in between the two sets of ages and get on well with either bunch. I'm ex-military, not Royal Marines nor SAS, not special anything, just another bod who fixed aeroplanes for living.

My wife, Julie, always wanted to live here, she loved the Cotswolds. Unfortunately, it was her getting cancer that allowed us to do that. She got cancer and at the time the life insurance policy paid out before the patient passed away. She went into remission and we bought this place, we both loved it. Unfortunately, just over three years later it all came back, and she passed away four and a half years ago. We both loved it so much I couldn't leave, part of her was still here.

It was quite a hefty parcel so I grabbed a bit of rope and made some handles and had a stroll down to number 13 with the intention of popping into the pub on the way back for a couple of pints, either grab something to eat there, or nip into the Chinese on the way home, it would save me cooking.

I got to number 13 which looked very much like my house, a sort of mirror image. I knocked on the door quite loudly, waited a bit and did it again even harder. The door swung slightly open; I cracked it open a little bit more calling out. "Hello, is there anyone there, I have a parcel for you. It was delivered to my house by mistake. I thought I'd drop it down. Anybody there?" I pushed the door open a bit more still calling out. I heard nothing. I assumed somebody was in because the door was unlocked and open. I opened the door fully and stepped inside just on to the door mat.

I dropped the parcel.

"Shit." There in front of me was the young lady that I thought lived in this house, but that's when it got surreal. She had a ball gag in her mouth, a blindfold, spreader bar between her legs and her hands handcuffed behind a pillar. "Oh fuck are you alright, what happened? I'm John from up the road, let me help you out, are you alright, don't worry I've got this. I'll let you go then I'll call the police." She was shaking her head quite violently. As I rushed across to her I noticed the ice cube hanging from the back of the pillar and a small tray. Shit, she'd done this to herself!

Julie and I had dabbled in a bit of bondage, well, quite a lot actually.

I laid my hand on her shoulder trying to be reassuring, I tried speaking in a calm measured voice, "Did you do this to yourself?" She nodded her head slowly, "Do you want me to help you, do you want me to get you out." Again, she slowly nodded her head. Lots of things were running through my head and I wanted to reassure her, so I said. "Don't worry this can be our secret, my wife and I used to play these games all the time, your secret is safe with me." I had a look at the ice cube, that would take some breaking to release the key.

Now I had calmed down a bit I noticed a certain buzzing sound. I also saw how she was dressed; she had a long white blouse on and a black skirt, the buzzing seemed to be coming from under the skirt. "Don't worry, you're quite safe with me." I slowly lifted the edge of the skirt up and recognised the switch end of a vibrator. I could now see a rod which seems that it was connected to the spreader bar and the vibrator, but it come detached from the spreader. She was quite flushed around the cheeks and she was breathing quite heavily. I took hold of the vibrator and without looking at where it was going gently eased it back up under her skirt. All the sudden her body strained. Her head went back and she cracked it on the pillar her hands were cuffed behind.

Looks like I hit the button first try without even trying. I placed my hand between her head and the pillar. "Just shake your head violently if you want me to stop and let you go." That was a bit cheeky of me to tease her and then ask her the question. She just groaned and her legs shook. I pulled the vibrator away. She snorted and it sounded like, 'no, more' but it was quite hard to tell with her mouthful of the rubber ball. Did she want more, or me to stop? She didn't shake her head, so I carried on. She did say it several times. I had to move the vibrator around gently this time until I got the response I wanted; she was building again. Again, just as I thought she was about to orgasm I pulled the vibrator away; she was trying to shout through the ball gag, I think there was some expletives in there.

This time when I replaced the vibrator and let her have the orgasm her whole body shook, I was glad I had my hand between her head in the pillar as she pushed back hard. When she came down from her orgasm I took the vibrator away. Her head was hanging forward and it looked like she'd fainted, I removed the blindfold and the ball gag, that was quite hard to get out, it was well fitted, but I'd had experience of that with Julie. I looked around for something to smash the ice cube with. There was an iron poker by the fireplace, that should do the job. And it did, I managed to retrieve the key and unlock the handcuffs. She really had fainted. I removed the leg spreader bar, picked her up and laid her on the sofa. A quick check of her pulse and her breathing, it looked like she was out of it. For a few minutes I massaged her jaw joint, I don't know how long she'd been wearing that all gag for, but one that size and hard can make the jaw ache, so Julie told me.

I had a look around and it did seem to be a mirror image of my house. I noticed a blanket laying over the back of the sofa, I laid it over her, she looked comfortable. It was the first chance I'd had to have a good look at her, she was pretty.

Bit of a quandary now, what to, do I stay here for when she wakes up, do I run away and say I had nothing to do with it? Although the parcel may be a bit of a giveaway. 'Better stay,' I thought to myself. I picked the parcel up and put on the table.

I picked up the poker and propped it against the post while I picked up the large bits of ice, I dropped them into the tray and took and went to the kitchen to drop it to the sink.

I wonder if she has any tea, the kitchen which looks just like mine apart from a big expensive looking coffee machine, not for me I thought. Well in for penny in for pound, I started going through the cupboards looking for some tea, I found a box of tea bags, that should do the job. I popped the kettle on and found a mug, as I was searching for the tea, I noticed a lot of the cupboard door handles and hinges were loose. I had a quick look back into the living room to check on the lady, she looked peaceful. Back in the kitchen whilst waiting for the kettle to boil I got out my Swiss Army knife, opened up the screwdriver and started tightening up the loose screws; there was quite a few. I couldn't find a teapot so I make the tea in the cup. Not the best but it'll have to do. There was enough milk in the fridge for what I needed.

Then the strangest thing, the cat flap rattled. I hadn't noticed one, and my cat Jasper walked in. He walked over to two empty food bowls, looked at me, murmured as if to say, 'about time,' then walked into the living room as if he owned the place.

I walked back into the living room, and she was still asleep. And Jasper curled up on her lap, bloody traitor. So, I sat in a chair and waited, I was taking in my surroundings and I saw a large easel with ladies' dresses drawn on it. Then with an almighty crash the front door flew open and there stood a short, dark-haired Pixie like lady. She took one look at me and shouted. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here." She may have been quite small five foot six or seven but she certainly looked bigger than that then. I was a little taken aback. Jasper decided it was a good time to make himself scarce and shot out the door. She saw the poker by the post that I had used to smash the ice and picked it up and walked menacingly towards me holding the poker up as if to hit me with it. "Tell me before I beat the shit out of you with this poker." At this I jumped up out of the chair and retreated behind it holding up both hands in front of me. Jasper was nowhere to be seen, sensible chap.

"Hang on I can explain." I said. I had an idea that was going around my head. "I just delivered that parcel; the door was open and I found this lady in a compromising position. I tried to help her out but she fainted." Although I was a few inches taller than this lady, with that poker in hand and her anger I felt a much smaller than her. I decided to take a risk "You're her safety net for her self-bondage games, aren't you?" I carried on. "Can we sit down and I will explain, would you like a cup of tea, or if you can operate that machine out there, I'm sure there is coffee." She lowered the poker a bit, and visibly calmed down, she said, "Tea will be fine if you can find some, there's no teapot." She must know this lady quite well.

I went into the kitchen and made the little lady cup of tea and took it back into the living room, she was sat in a chair, still with the poker in her hand, obviously keeping an eye on the lady I had rescued "OK explain."

"I had that parcel delivered to me this morning." Pointing towards the long parcel on the table, "It was sent to the wrong address it says 13 and I'm 31 and it said urgent on it, so I thought I'd pop it down. I knocked on the door but there is no reply, I called out and knocked again and the door wasn't fully shut so I came in calling out. And I found the lady." pointing to the lady laid on the sofa, "in a compromising position."

"Her name is Susan."

"Well, I found Susan in a compromising position, and I sort of helped her out and she fainted. So, I well, you know, got her loose. I thought it rude to just leave so I hung around to explain myself. Then you come bursting through the door. I am guessing you're her safety net?"

"I'm Karen, and yes, I'm her safety net, she should have phoned me 30 minutes ago."

I was still a bit nervous "This is a little forward of me, is there no boyfriend or Mr. Smith to help out? Or even a girlfriend, are you and Susan, you know special friends?"

She laughed at me I think that broke the ice and said, "Yes, it is forward of you, and there is no boyfriend or Mr. Smith, it's a very sensitive subject. Oh, and I am her girlfriend and not like that before you go there, we're both into men."

Karen paused for a bit said, "I probably shouldn't tell you this but she had a nasty breakup about nine months ago, he was a shit that's all I'm going to say about him. This is her stress relief."

Moving on I said, "I know a little bit about this sort of thing, tying up that is, I think she made the ice block a little big."

"She's going to be so embarrassed if this gets out, can you keep a secret?"

She put the poker on the floor. Now I felt safer.

"How about a sharing of secrets? My wife and I used to play these games. There, now you will have something on me, and I have something on her, we're all even. Does that work for you?"

She seemed to ponder for a bit and then said, "You used the past tense 'used to play these games,' are you no longer together. That could embarrass her as well and she's not here."

"I'm afraid she's beyond embarrassment, she passed away nearly four years ago, the big C."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay, I'm almost used to it now."

At this point Karen stood up, and took the teacup from my hand and said, "Time for another one I think."

After a few minutes Karen came back and handed me a cup of tea, "Have you been messing around in the kitchen? The handles don't rattle, and the cupboard doors don't shake and squeak."

"Yes, I had a couple of minutes to spare whilst the kettle boiled, so I went around tightening screws nuts and bolts, and dropped a bit of vegetable oil on the squeaky hinges."

"We could do with someone like you at work, we've got a whole range of squeaky hinges and loose nuts and bolts. And that's not just the people who work there." She smiled at me. I think we're getting on OK at this point, so I pushed it a bit.

Pointing at Susan who was still asleep on the sofa. "So what's the story, why the need for stress relief? If you can tell me that is. My wife and I used to use similar methods to relieve her stress."

Karen explained to me that Susan ran a company designing bespoke dresses and clothes, the sort of thing you'll see on the red carpet and in Royal Palaces around the country and the Continent where people demand absolute discretion hence the name of the company. Because people like that want discretion in all of their lives Susan had been wondering if, like the rest of us, they were little bit kinky where could they get their kinky stuff from with absolute discretion and that is what she was working on.

"She was thinking of expanding the business into something a little more that may fit their needs. But she was getting stressed with all the hoops she had to jump through.

"Getting the machinery, loans to pay for it, training for the new process needed, finding someone to give the training, finding someone who give up their secrets to the opposition, or go for trial and error. She's keen to go down this new route, but it all came a bit stressful, so she said she's going to do some stress relief this afternoon. And arranged me as her as a safety net."

She then went on to explain although it was Susan's business, she was a sort of second in command. They had met at university where Susan was reading dress design and psychology and she was reading mechanical design and psychology. Both had the same idea that knowing what the customer was thinking you could do a better job than just listening to the words.

At this point Karen decided she needed some more tea and probably make sure the coffee machine was working for when Susan woke up, she would probably want one. I suggested she may want something stronger than coffee as I had noticed a wide range of wines in the kitchen.

Karen agreed with me that was probably a good idea. She came back with a bottle of red and three glasses, looks like I was going to be included. Disappointingly she went back to the kitchen and returned with more tea, obviously not time for the wine just yet. While she was away, I found I had tilted my head to one side and I'm looking at Susan. As I thought earlier, she really was very pretty, she had a nice body, curvy I think without being fat, something to hold onto, then my mind got kinky something that would look good in a corset. I pushed that thought away, that was not a nice thing to think about a stranger. Karen saw me looking at Susan like that when came in, she looked at me and said, "She's pretty isn't she?"

I blushed, I said to her "Yes she is, she's very pretty, but don't tell her I said so, that could be a bit creepy."

"I don't think she'd mind." There was a hint of a smile in her voice.

We carried on chatting it was my turn to tell her a bit about myself. I was ex-military, used to fix aeroplanes. I told her how I ended up with a nice house down the other end of the High Street and I couldn't actually stop a sad look coming across my face well I mentioned Julie. I did point out to her, probably not for the first time that Julie and I had dabbled in the sort of thing that Susan was doing.

We noticed Susan was starting to stir, her eyes flickered then they opened, she blinked several times, fortunately she saw Karen first, rubbing the back of her head she said. "What happened?"

She slowly swung her legs round and sat up.

Karen replied, "You got yourself into a bit of a pickle and this nice young man helped you out." Nice man I try to be, young I'm definitely not.

She looked at me, so he looked at me and said in a shaky voice, "Are you the one that did what I think you did?"

"I need a bit more information than that I'm afraid," I said. Not being sure how much to I wanted to admit what I'd done.

She looked a bit embarrassed, "I seem to have fainted," she said. "It's all coming back to me slowly, you're the man that helped me out." Looking at me. I nodded. "If I remember rightly your name's John?"

"Yes, it is, nice to meet you." I stood and held my hand out she took it, and we shook hands, she had very soft hands. "I wanted to make sure you were Ok."

"This is all a bit embarrassing; I don't know what to say."

Then Karen spoke up, "I think you can trust him he's told me a few secrets he wouldn't want to get out around the village

"He doesn't seem a bad sort and let's be fair, I now know you're both a bit kinky."

I stood up "Well I think I've outstayed my welcome; I'll be off now." I thought to myself, 'Well that will save both of us anymore embarrassment.'

As I stood up, I looked at both of them, "Karen please feel free to share anything with Susan that I told you. Cheerio for now, I hope I can see both of you around." With that I made my way towards the door. I paused by the table with the parcel on it, looking at Susan I said, "This came to my house instead of yours, it says urgent, so I popped it down, your front door was open, so I came in. I suppose the front door was open to let Karen in."