Random Dirty Story Ideas (NSFW)

There is no coherent plot to these various ideas. Perhaps some of them will find a home in future stories I write, but maybe not. For now, these are just loose scenes that exist in my head. Be warned: this post is Not Safe For Work. Within I use naughty words and describe sexual situations. This post is smutty and intended only for mature readers. If you do not like stories of male Dominants and female submissives, and/or descriptions of sexual situations, turn back now. You have been warned.

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Number 1

The woman is on her knees. She is naked and covered in perspiration. A yoga mat separates her from the hardwood floor. Several red stripes decorate her back and ass. Slick moisture is collecting on her warm crotch. Her hands are behind her, bound at the wrists with purple silk ribbon. Her arms strain as she yearns to touch her vaginal lips.

The room is large and mostly empty. At the four corners of the ceiling, surveillance cameras are watching her. Near her is a tall, little table with items on it that she dare not think about. There is one window to her left. Nothing covers the window, and sunlight filtered by a thick canopy of green leaves streams into the room.

Some time ago she wondered what might happen if a passerby might look through the window and see her, but that has not happened. And with her thoughts fogged by lust, now she can think only of the sexual release she craves.

Behind her a door opens. She hears footsteps as the man approaches. His boots make loud sounds on the hardwood floor. She starts to turn her head to him. She gasps as the riding crop he carries makes another red stripe on her back.

“Eyes front!” he commands.

She looks forward. She can barely form words.

“Please,” she says with a gasp. “Please let me—”

“Silence. I had come to tell you that your punishment is almost over. But you just spoke four words. That means your punishment is now extended by twenty minutes.”

“But—”

“Twenty-five.”

“Oh God…”

“Thirty-five. So now, you have more time left than I had originally given you. You need an additional incentive. So I will start again. Tsk-tsk. You really should learn to listen.” He smirks. He walks over to the small table and picks up a vibrating wand in a short metal stand. He places the stand between her thighs. The large head of the wand rests against her wet labia.

She whimpers as she bites her lip to stop herself from speaking. Yet as he turns on the wand, and the hard vibrations against her pussy turn her will to mush.

“Ohmygod!” She looks up at him. She feels a confusion of fear and lust and adoration and need.

“Fifty extra minutes.” His smirk turns into a mischievous smile. “Will you try for a full hour?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head.

“Good choice. You can learn. There may be hope for you yet.” He pats her head gently. “I will be back in ten minutes to check on you,” he says as he walks out.

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Number 2

The woman is in a meeting at work. This is an important meeting with all of the department heads. She is wearing the tailored black business suit that she thinks of as her power suit. And underneath the suit she is wearing the purple lace demi bra and thong panties that she thinks of as her sexiest lingerie.

When she glances around, she can see the intimidation and admiration others feel in her presence. She smiles.

The time comes at last for her to stand and give her presentation about her department. And at that very moment, the remote control dildo inside her pussy begins a slow, pulsing vibration.

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Number 3

The man is working in the backyard. He is raking leaves. Sweat is soaking into his shirt and the waistband of his jeans. He hears a noise, and glances up. He can just see a glimpse of his neighbors over the tall wooden fence that surrounds his yard.

The neighbors appear to be sitting on patio chairs. The sun is low in the sky. The neighbors, thinks the man, are probably drinking beer and relaxing.

The man smirks and returns to raking leaves. A few minutes later, the woman calls his name.

She is standing in the doorway, and looking nervous. She is wearing a black vinyl catsuit. The suit has a round hole that exposes her cleavage, and another round hole that leaves her ass bare. She also is wearing red vinyl thigh high boots and red vinyl opera gloves.

He grins and waves for her to come outside.

She shakes her head.

He stops smiling. He snaps his fingers and points at the ground beside him.

She nods timidly and steps outside. She kneels down and glances to the fence. Then she begins to slowly crawl toward him.

He unfastens his belt and pulls it from his jeans.

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Number 4

She is sitting alone. She is fully clothed, but she feels exposed. Her clothing is ordinary: a blouse, a modest skirt, and flats. She sips her coffee and waits. Her cell phone sits silently on the table.

She jumps when the phone beeps, even though the volume is at its lowest setting. She immediately picks up the phone and looks to see what message he has given her.

“Take off your shoes,” says the text message.

“Yes, Sir,” she immediately replies. And then she sends him another text, “Obeyed,” once she has removed her shoes.

“Exit the café,” says the next text from him. “Leave your shoes.”

“Yes, Sir,” she texts back.

She stands and begins to walk toward the door.

“Ma’am,” says the young waiter, “You forgot your shoes.”

“I don’t want them anymore,” she says and keeps walking. She stops at the door because her phone beeps once more. She reads the text. She bites her lips. She turns back and sees the waiter staring at her.

She blushes. She lifts her skirt and shows the waiter her thong panties. Across the front of the panties is the phrase “Thank you!”

She put her skirt down, and dared not look at the waiter again. After she exited the café, she sent a text with one word.

“Obeyed.”

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Number 5

The man is smiling. He is looking down at her body. She is naked, coated in glossy sweat and tied spread eagle to the bed posts. She is breathing hard and shivering with the aftershocks of orgasm.

Sticking up from her crotch is a riding crop. The handle is buried inside her wet cunt.

The man is also naked and covered in sweat. But he is standing on the floor at the foot of the bed. He reaches out and flicks the riding crop with his hand.

She shudders and moans.

“You look beautiful,” he says admiringly.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says softly.

“Whose slut are you?”

“Yours, Sir.”

He slaps her calf.

“Full sentences, slut.”

“This slut is yours, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

She shudders.

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That is enough for now. Hopefully you found some enjoyment in this post.

There will probably be more smut in the coming weeks (no pun intended). And also some more serious D/s talk. And, of course, more libertarian ranting rational commentary. And perhaps a couple of other surprises will appear soon as well. You will just have to keep coming back every day to find out.

4 Responses to “Random Dirty Story Ideas (NSFW)”

  1. Quite some enjoyment thank you Sir.

  2. Wonderful job! Maybe if you could incorporate this a into one novel..!

  3. May I ask? What happens in Number who has the remote? what? is it her? is it who?/ that one leaves me wondering, very vivid picture. Thank you

  4. #2 my 2 button is bunk

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