Smut For Sinners

TW: Light BDSM, Nothing else

Tessa didn’t know much about the Cat and Pussy Café. The description was vague on the website, just that you could pet cats in one room and pet pussies in the other. She wasn’t sure it was really hygienic, but she was interested.

What she hadn’t realized was the BDSM spin.

Tessa spent only a few minutes with the cats, including a loving, curious one named Pumpernickel, before descending the stairs. For a moment, while she walked down it, she felt like she was descending into Hell.

It was clearly a sex room when she got down, but not a dark room with a few couches and a bar, maybe a stage with strippers, like she expected.

Instead, it was a full lesbian sex-dungeon, with people chained to the ceiling, people in cages, and a variety of furniture that she knew was for sex, though she didn’t know how.

A woman came up to Tessa, one with pale skin, black hair, small breasts, and almond eyes. She was tall and thin and she wore a black corset and a black thong. Tessa didn’t know if she herself was over or under dressed in her jeans and pink blouse, but she knew something was different.

“Hello lovely, you’re new here. Who are you?”

Tessa paused for a moment. “Celine.”

“Hello, Celine. You can call me Dalia. What kind of flavor are you?”

“Uh…. Mocha?”

“Oh, you’re into dark-skinned women?”

“No, sorry, I thought you were talking about—No, sorry, I’m—I don’t know. I’ve never—with a woman.”

Dalia laughed. “Never what Celine? Be specific.”

“I’ve kissed a few girls while drunk.”

“Kissed or made out?”

Tessa felt the blush across her cheeks. “Made out. Nothing more though.”

“Okay. That tells me a bit. But I want to know what you do like. And you can say you don’t know, but I bet there are things you want to try. Tell me, does anything here interest you?”

“Well… There’s a… There’s a huge bed over there.”
“Yes, that’s for orgies. Would you like an orgy?”

“No!” She gasped. “No, sorry, I don’t mean to sound shocked just—just I’d like to start simpler.”

“That’s perfectly fine. Let’s try something different. Would you rather I take the lead Celine?”

Celine paused. “Can you… Can you tell me a bit about you first?”

“Sure. My name may or may not be Dalia. I’m STD free, tested weekly, but I will not be having full-sex with you today anyway. I read a lot of gay male smut. I like walking through the city, people watching, more than hiking. Pumpernickel is my favorite cat.”

“Pumpernickel?”

“Yes, Pumpernickel.”

“Okay, you can take the lead. I just uh— don’t want it to hurt.”
“Of course, Celine. From now on, you can call me Miss Dalia, and I am going to take such good care of you. I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I just need you to trust me. I will ask you often what color you are. The colors are green, good to go, yellow, I’m unsure, or red, stop. Any time you’re anything other than a green, I want you to let me know. I also will check in often. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Don’t forget Miss Dalia.”
“Understood Miss Dalia,” Tessa said, unable to hold back a little giggle. She was a real-life BDSM girl!

“Perfect. Are you wearing underwear and a bra?”

“Yes, Miss Dalia.”

“Okay, what color do you feel about striping to them?”

Tessa paused. She thought maybe Dalia would rush her to an answer, but instead, she sat quietly, waiting. Finally, she looked at all the naked women around her, and said, “Green.”

“Green Miss Dalia.”
“Green Miss Dalia.”

“Perfect. Strip.”

Tessa pulled off her shirt. Her boobs were huge and heavy, sagging a bit if not in a bra, but the bra raised them perfectly. Her stomach was tight and smooth, and her ass was small, but still had a handful or two.

“Beautiful Celine. Now, we’re going to walk over to that wall. What I need you to do is set your hands on the wall, and lean, head near the wall with your feet further, butt up.” Tessa listened, and Dalia grabbed something from a rack, then brought it under Tessa’s head, where she could see it. It was a stick with white patches of thick, soft, blanket-y fabric attached to it. Dalia held it under her, it swinging a little bit in the wind. “This is soft, it’s going to feel a lot like the comfort of getting in bed, then the fun pillow-fight nights. What color do you feel about me dragging it across your ass?”
“Green Miss Dalia.”

Dalia stepped behind her and the blanket fabric swooped over her hips, her ass, her thighs, her lower back, and even in her ass crack, a little tickle, odd, not painful, but heightening. Her whole body was focused on her ass.

“Okay, I want your honesty here Celine. How would you feel about me hitting you with this? Just on the ass.”

Tessa thought for a moment. “Green, Miss Dalia.” Tessa vaguely heard noise behind her, then the fabric hit her. She knew it was flung hard, but it still felt mostly like being hit with a thick blanket. Still, though she didn’t understand it, she felt her pussy moistening.

“How is this Celine?”

“Good.”
“Ah ah,” Dalia said, and she stepped back, pulling the fabric back. Tessa felt her ass rock, missing it. “Answer correctly.”
 “Green Miss Dalia.”

“Good. I’m going to put this with the dirty toys, so it can be thoroughly cleaned. Then we’ll get something new.”

She walked back to the rack, then dangled a new toy under Tessa. It was a similar handle, but attached to it were pieces of fake black leather, wide but fairly thin. “What color do you feel about me touching your butt with this Celine?”

“I don’t know about me being hit with it, Miss Dalia.”

“That’s okay Celine, all I’m asking is about me running it over your butt. Just letting you feel what it feels like.”

“Green Miss Dalia.”

Dalia ran the fabric over Tessa’s ass, and this one felt different. It had much more substance, more of a pressure, but it wasn’t hard, stiff, or stabbing.

“Celine, how do you feel about me just picking up and putting it down on you in different spots, so you get used to it? No flicks of the wrist.”

“Green Miss Dalia.”

Dalia picked it up and touched different places with it, first her ass, then her hips, then her thighs, then her back. When Dalia followed down her ass swiftly angled it right, it grazed her outer lips. Celine screamed out in pleasure, her pussy clenching around nothing.

“Color Celine?”

“Yellow, fuck, yellow, Miss Dalia.” It felt great, but Tessa didn’t want to come in front of all these people.

Dalia pulled it off and walked to Tessa, setting it down on her way. “Would you like to take a break Celine?” She got to be able to look her in the face.

“It felt great, just, I don’t know about all this right now. I mean—Miss Dalia.”

“Okay, scene over. Don’t worry about the miss anymore. Stand up, sit down, or sit on the couch, wherever you’re comfortable.”
“Can I sit on the bed?”
“Of course. Do you want me to come with you? I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Yes, I think that would be nice.” Tessa didn’t know how she got herself into this. She was way too shy for this. “Can I have my clothes?”

“Sure, I’ll grab them.” She walked to the bed with them, and they both sat down. “Would you like to talk about what you’re feeling?”

“I—I need to think to process.”
“Okay, it’s too soon to talk. That’s okay. If you need to discuss it later but don’t want to come in, you can call. I’m almost here. For now, I want to teach you a bit about aftercare. I’m going to get you water. Would you like a blanket?”
“Uh—No. I feel really hot.”
“Okay, would you like a cold washcloth?”

“You’re being really nice. Aren’t you just here for sex?”

Dalia smiled softly. “I believe that, even in BDSM, being nice is a part of sex until someone specifically tells me they don’t want it. And even then, if I’m mean in the bedroom, I prefer to be nice in aftercare. I don’t generally play with people who don’t like that. Final thought on that cold washcloth?”

“No thank you.”

“Okay, let me grab that water.”

Tessa slipped back in her clothes, trying not to think about the fact that her pussy was still wet, and it only got wetter as her clothes slipped over it. When Dalia came back with the water, she took a long sip.

“Perfect. You can sit here for as long as you like. If you need a private room, I can get you one, free of charge. It even has a bed, since you like beds so much. We have the next one booked in an hour, and if you’re using it, then in half an hour we’ll have to come in and change the sheets, but feel free to take your time till then, if you’d like that.”

“Thank you. That would be great.”

Dalia took Tessa back to the other room, and as she opened the door, she whispered, “I bet you’re going to touch that wet pussy, aren’t you, sweet girl? I want you to say my name when you come, and I want you to say it loud enough I can hear it out here.” Then she shut the door.