Olivia’s First Time (F/f)

[suedenym]

"Mum," Olivia began tentatively, her voice quivering slightly as she held her mother's hand, "What's it like to be tied up?" It was Friday night in the Oldham house. Kate still mostly in school uniform, white blouse, navy skirt, black tights, Kate Oldham ! Private detective, is red silk blouse, black trousers, her boots and socks discarded, wiggling her red painted toes on the coffee table.

The question hung in the air of their small, cluttered living room, filled with the scent of Kate's cigarette and the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows. Kate, caught off guard, took a drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke and turning to face her daughter. She studied Olivia's innocent eyes, searching for the reason behind such a peculiar inquiry. The TV played a detective show in the background, casting flickering shadows across the floor.

"Why do you want to know that, sweetie?" Kate asked, setting her cigarette in the ashtray with a gentle clink.

Olivia shrugged, her eyes still glued to the TV, where a detective was cutting through duct tape binding a hostage's wrists. "It happens all the time in my detective novels and on TV. Even Emerdale had some kidnappings."

Kate leaned back into the couch, her mind racing. She had hoped to keep the darker aspects of her work hidden from her daughter for a few more years. But here they were, discussing it casually on a Friday night. She took another drag of her cigarette, buying herself a moment to formulate a response that was both truthful and age-appropriate. "Well, in those stories, it's usually part of solving a mystery or keeping people safe. But in real life, it's not a game, Olivia."

Olivia nodded, her gaze never leaving the screen. "I know," she said thoughtfully. "But have you ever been tied up, mum?"

Kate's hand paused mid-air, the cigarette hovering over the ashtray. "What?" she asked, her voice a little more sharp than she had intended.

Olivia looked up from the TV, her eyes wide. "Sorry, mum. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just... I wondered if you had any stories like that from when you were in the police, or since you’ve been private detective?”

Kate took a deep breath, her heart rate returning to normal. She knew Olivia was just curious, but the question had brought back memories she'd rather forget. "Olivia," she said, her voice gentle, "Sometimes, in the line of duty, police officers and detectives do find themselves in situations where they're restrained. But those aren't stories to tell lightly."

Olivia nodded solemnly, her eyes still focused on Kate. "But it's part of the job, right?"

Kate sighed, taking another drag of her cigarette. She could see the curiosity burning in her daughter's eyes, the same curiosity that had led her to become a detective in the first place. "Yes, it is part of the job," she admitted. "But it's not something I want you to think is normal or exciting. It's dangerous and scary."

Olivia's curiosity didn't waver. "But what does it feel like?" she pressed.

Kate closed her eyes, recalling the cold, sticky sensation of duct tape on her skin, the way it seemed to muffle her own breathing as it was pulled tight across her mouth. The panic that had surged through her, the taste of her own fear as she'd fought against her restraints. "It's... uncomfortable," she said finally, her voice tight. "And it's scary. You feel helpless, like you can't do anything to save yourself. It's a feeling you never want to experience."

Olivia's curiosity grew bolder. "But mum," she said, leaning closer, "I do want to experience it. All the heroines in my books get tied up at least once."

Kate's eyes snapped open, her gaze sharp. "Olivia, that's fiction. Those characters are written to be brave and escape. It's not something you should wish for."

Olivia pouted, clearly not satisfied with Kate's evasive answer. "But if you tie me up," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge, "I won't really be in danger, will I? You're right here, and you know how to get me out. It'll just be like playing detective."

Kate's eyes narrowed, and she took a moment to stub out her cigarette. She knew where this was heading and she was very nervous. "Olivia, this isn't a game," she said firmly. "Being tied up is a serious situation. It's not something to play with."

Olivia's eyes widened with excitement. "But if you do it, it's not real danger, right? It's just pretend. Like when you teach me self-defense moves."

Kate sighed, rubbing her forehead. She knew Olivia's imagination was a wildfire that was hard to contain, especially when it came to her detective fantasies. She also knew how persistent Olivia would be.

"Look," Kate said, placing her hand on Olivia's shoulder, "I understand you want to feel brave and adventurous like the heroines in your books. But being tied up isn't fun or glamorous. It's a situation where you have to be smart, calm, and wait for help."

Olivia's eyes searched Kate's, and she could see the spark of determination in them. The thought of her daughter trying this on her own made Kate's stomach knot. If she didn't give in a little, Olivia might take matters into her own hands, and that was a risk she wasn't willing to take. "Okay," she said slowly, "but only if we do it safely, and only once."

Olivia squealed with excitement and shot off to her room. Kate couldn't help but wonder where she had gotten the idea from. Was it from watching old detective shows? Or had she picked up on Kate's own occasional late-night stories about her cases? Maybe it was the plucky heroines from her books. Whatever it was, Kate knew she had to handle this carefully.

Olivia returned with an armful of ropes, tapes, and scarves. The assortment of colors and textures spoke volumes. She had clearly been preparing for this moment for some time. The excitement on her face was infectious, and Kate felt a twinge of amusement at her daughter's resourcefulness. "Where did you get all this from?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Olivia beamed. "From the craft box in the closet," she said proudly. "You never knew, did you?"

Kate couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and concern. "Well, you've certainly done your homework," she said, trying to keep her tone light. "But remember, this is just for educational purposes, okay?"

Olivia nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. Kate chose a piece of rope from the pile, worried she wouldn't leave marks on Olivia's skin. She demonstrated how to tie a basic knot, explaining the importance of not making it too tight while ensuring it couldn't be easily slipped out of. Olivia watched closely, nodding along, but Kate noticed the frustration in her eyes as she realised Olivia must have tried this alone already. she had been doing it wrong all along.

With a sigh, Kate proceeded to tie Olivia's hands behind her back, making sure the knots weren't too tight. She could feel her daughter's excitement as she bound her wrists. "Is this how it feels?" Olivia asked, testing the give in the ropes. "No, not really," Kate said. "But it's the best we can do for now."

Olivia looked disappointed for a brief moment before pointing at her ankles. "What about my feet?" Kate hesitated but knew she had to go through with it. Carefully, she wrapped a rope around Olivia's ankles, tying a knot that would be easy to undo. "There," she said, "now you're like the heroines in your books."

Olivia's face lit up with excitement. She wiggled her feet, testing the knots. "It's tighter than I thought," she said, "But it's okay, I can handle it." Kate watched her daughter, feeling a strange mix of pride and anxiety. Olivia was growing up so fast, and Kate knew she couldn't shield her from the world forever.

"Now, remember," Kate said, her voice firm, "This isn't a game. If you ever find yourself in a situation like this, you need to stay calm and wait for help."

Olivia nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. "I know, mum. But can you tie me to the chair? Like in the movies?"

Kate felt a knot form in her stomach, but she knew she had to let Olivia have this experience, if only to satisfy her curiosity and teach her a lesson. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright," she said, "but only if you promise to stay still and not struggle too much."

Olivia eagerly nodded her agreement, her eyes wide with excitement. Kate moved the chair closer to the couch and helped her daughter sit down. The rain outside grew louder, punctuating the tension in the room with its rhythmic pattering.

With a deep breath, Kate began to tie Olivia's elbows together behind the chair, the soft fabric of the rope biting slightly into the tender skin of her daughter's arms. Olivia winced but remained silent, watching intently as Kate worked. Kate's hands were steady, years of knot-tying experience ensuring the ropes were snug but not too tight. She wrapped the rope around Olivia's waist, securing her to the chair back. Then she moved to her knees, tying them together before securing them to the chair's left front leg.

Olivia's excitement didn't wane as she felt the chair leg press against her shins. The ropes around her chest and stomach felt snug, but Kate had made sure they weren't too constricting. "Now, I'm going to tie your ankles to the chair leg," Kate said, her voice calm and measured. Olivia nodded, her heart racing with anticipation.

Kate worked quickly but carefully, looping the rope around the chair leg and Olivia's ankles. She tightened the knot, ensuring it wasn't too tight, then stepped back to survey her handiwork. "Remember, sweetie, this isn't comfortable, and you can't move much."

Olivia beamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thanks, mum!" she exclaimed, immediately starting to wiggle her fingers and toes, testing her newfound 'restraint'. Despite Kate's warning, she found the sensation thrilling, a real-life taste of the adventures she devoured in her books. The ropes felt more restrictive than she had imagined, but she knew the lesson was more about the psychological than the physical experience.

“Happy now.” Asked Kate.

Olivia nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. But then she spoke again, her voice slightly muffled by the scarf Kate had used to gag her. "Can you blindfold and gag me with the scarves and tape, please?"

Kate felt a chill run down her spine. The request was too real, too close to what she'd experienced. But she knew Olivia wasn't asking out of malice, just a desire to fully understand the reality of her fictional heroines. With a sigh, Kate chose a soft, red scarf which She folded into a makeshift blindfold, placing it over Olivia's eyes. "Are you okay with this?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and resignation.

Olivia nodded, her breathing slightly quickened. "I'm ready, mum," she whispered.

Kate took a deep breath, her heart heavy as she picked up the tape. She carefully folded a scarf into a makeshift gag, placing it in Olivia's mouth before securing it with the tape. She stepped back, her eyes scanning her daughter's bound figure, ensuring everything was done safely. The living room was now eerily silent, save for the muffled sounds of Olivia's breathing and the rain outside.

“OK. Can you talk?”

Olivia tried to spea, the ropes around her chest jostling slightly. The gag was in place, but Kate had made sure it wasn’t too tight. She could still mumble and breathe easily through her nose but the sounds were quiet and unintelligible.

Kate sat down on the couch, her heart racing. She had never felt so conflicted. Part of her was proud of Olivia’s curiosity, her desire to understand and emulate the heroes she read about. But another part of her was scared. Scared of what this meant for Olivia that she was so obsessed she wanted to experience it.

“OK. You know morse code.” Said Kate. “If you want out give me an S.O.S. Three short, three long, three short.”

Olivia nodded her understanding. Kate sat back down on the couch put her feet up on the table once more and lit another cigarette. The living room was quiet, except for the occasional squeak of the chair as Olivia shifted her weight and the faint sound of rain outside.

The next five minutes felt like an eternity to Kate as she watched Olivia's bound figure, her eyes closed tightly behind the blindfold, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. The cigarette in her hand had burned to the filter, but she barely noticed. She was lost in thought, contemplating whether she'd made the right decision.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. "Olivia," Kate called out, her voice cutting through the silence. "Are you okay?"

There was a pause before the muffled sound of Olivia responded with a clear nod. But Kate could see the tension in her body language, the way she was wriggling and squirming in the chair. It was clear that the reality of being tied up was more intense than she had anticipated.

“Do you want to be untied?” A shake of her head. “You want to stay like that longer?” A nod.

Kate sighed, her cigarette forgotten in the ashtray. She knew she had to let Olivia experience this, but the sight of her daughter, bound and gagged, was making her increasingly uncomfortable. She went to the kitchen, poured a large glass of wine then padded back to the lounge. Switched the TV on and lit another cigarette. The stress was getting to her.

Olivia, in her chair, was sweating now, the reality of her situation sinking in. The ropes felt tighter than they had at first, and the gag was starting to dry her mouth. But she didn’t want to give up. She was a detective, just like her mother, and detectives had to face danger and discomfort to save the day.

Kate checked her watch again. It had been five minutes since she had last asked if Olivia was okay. Again the answer was “yes” and when asked if she wanted to be untied “no”. The same at fifteen minutes and half an hour.

The TV show she had put on had grabbed her attention and she was now engrossed in the plot. It was a good one, a classic whodunit with twists and turns that had her on the edge of her seat. The wine helped too, soothing her nerves as she watched the detectives on the screen unravel the mystery before them. She had almost forgotten about Olivia, sitting silently in the chair.

Glancing over, Kate noticed her daughter had stopped moving. Concerned, she muted the TV and called out, "Liv, are you okay?"

“Mmmppppvv” and a nod.

The TV screen went black, the room plunged into darkness except for the soft glow of the standby lights TV and the embers of Kate’s final cigarette. Two hours had passed since Kate had secured Olivia to the chair. Two hours of her daughter's bound body sitting still, experiencing a slice of the reality she craved. Two hours of Kate oscillating between pride, fear, and doubt.

Finally, Kate stood up, her legs stiff from the tension of the evening. She walked over to Olivia, kneeling down beside her. "Alright, sweetie," she said softly, "It's time to get you out of there."

Olivia nodded eagerly, her breathing quick and shallow. The scarf around her mouth had loosened slightly, allowing her to mumble a faint, "Thank you, mum," as Kate began to untie the knots. The ropes fell away, and Olivia's limbs felt heavy with relief and a strange sense of disappointment. She had enjoyed the thrill, the adrenaline that came from being tied up and 'helpless', just like in her books.

Kate's hands moved quickly and efficiently as she worked through the knots, her eyes never leaving Olivia's face. When the last one was undone, she gently removed the scarf gag and blindfold. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice thick with a mix of concern and relief.

Olivia nodded, taking a deep, shaky breath. "I'm okay," she mumbled, her voice hoarse from the fabric. She wiggled her fingers and toes, feeling the blood rush back into her limbs. "It was... awesome."

Kate couldn't help but smile despite herself. "I'm proud of you for being brave," she said, her voice gentle as she rubbed Olivia's arms, trying to restore circulation. "But remember, this isn't a game. Being tied up is serious, and you should never do it without an adult around."

Olivia nodded, her eyes shining with a newfound sense of understanding. "I know, mum," she said, her voice still a little hoarse from the gag. "But can we do it again?"

[MisterB]

very well done! Here's hoping Olivia's first time isn't her only time!

[Monty]

Fantastic work

[latin-self-bound]

Awesome story! I like how both characters develop their feelings during a brief event. I hope Olivia gets what she wants another time.

[dymoke]

what a lovely story, "many thanks"

[Gem]

Fun read. I like the way Mom is apprehensive but still tries to let her have what she wants in a safe manner.