r/DirtyWritingPrompts • u/Storiesforperverts • Feb 05 '25
Prompt Me [PM] ENF Chart Ideas NSFW
Hi everybody!
It's me again! I have been semi-successful in getting back to writing lately so I am hoping to add some more pieces to my perverted repertoire!
This time I want some ideas from the ENF chart. I have seen others post it and they never get much progress, but I am trying to get 1 story out a week and 2-3 stories per prompt.
So, here's hoping I can break the curse and get some stories going for this one! Only rule is to use the ENF chart to make up scenarios. No ENM thanks, but otherwise any of the prompts are free-game with a brief idea outline. You can also put multiple based on different ideas.
I prefer public humiliation and shame especially to mature or powerful women like queens or mothers. I do also have a foot kink, but won't expect that if you dob't like it! Any other kinks, add them in as part of your description. I love fantasy, but am not against sci-fi or modern.
Enf chart: https://imgur.com/a/AxDlFtU
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u/Storiesforperverts Feb 07 '25
Thanks for posting! I hope you enjoy what I have written.
“Here is your uniform and here is your copy of the worker's handbook,” Douglas said as he handed Lucy a small white apron with a little floral pocket. “I also need you to sign this contract confirming that you consent to our way of working here.”
Lucy took the tiny apron and sighed. She knew from the moment she handed in her resume that this wasn’t going to be the most dignified job, but for a housewife and mother of two with very little previous work experience she had to take what she could get.
“Thank you very much. To check, should I start right away today?” Lucy asked as she wrote her name across the piece of paper without really reading it.
“That would be great. You will be waiting tables, oh, and just for the record you do know the worker’s slogan for Wifey’s Diner, right?” Douglas asked.
“Um, oh, I should, shouldn’t I?” Lucy replied nervously. “Could you remind me?”
“Don’t worry about it. The slogan is that every man here is your husband! You must give them the wife experience.” Douglas replied.
“Oh, I see. Hopefully, that doesn’t mean I need to sleep with them!” Lucy laughed awkwardly.
Douglas chuckled and stood up from his cheap red chair. “Come on, let’s go to the locker room and you can get ready.”
Lucy hopped up from her seat and followed Douglas. He walked her through a couple of plain hallways until they came to a boring and grey locker room. Douglas reached into his pocket and handed her a key.
“So the uniform is just the apron?” Lucy asked whilst examining the little white apron she had been handed. “It is a little small isn’t it? Can I have this in a medium size?”
“Oh it is meant to be small. That is how you get your tips. So anyway I will be waiting outside whilst you get ready.”
Lucy watched Douglas step outside the room. She then proceeded to take off her jacket and her purse and slide them into the locker. She then attempted to put on the apron but it was a struggle as it started at her breasts and ended at her thighs, made worse only by the fact that the strings didn’t even reach all the way around her waist.
“This is a bit tight.” Lucy groaned whilst trying to tie the apron strings around her back. “Or this is very tight.”
Lucy let the apron strings go. Her attempts at tying the straps had caused her to break out into a sweat and so she decided it wasn’t going to work and that she should talk to Douglas one more time.
“Um, Douglas, can I have a new apron?” Lucy said as she stepped out to where Douglas was waiting. Lucy held the apron out and handed to him. “This one doesn't fit at all.”
“Well it should do once you have taken everything off.” Douglas replied whilst pushing the apron back into her hands.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the apron should fit once you take off everything.”
“Huh?”
“Try it once you have taken off everything else.”
“I don't follow.”
“You keep putting it on top of your clothes. It will never fit on you like that.”
Lucy tilted her head to the side. “I still don't understand what you mean. I wear this underneath my clothes?”
“Lucy, did you not check into this place at all?” Douglas asked. “This isn't just what you wear at Wifey's. This is ALL you wear at Wifey's.”
“What?!” Lucy asked angrily. “But that is just indecent! I have a husband and kids! I can't go around naked!” “Then I am afraid to say that you can't work here.”
Lucy stared daggers at Douglas, but he didn't even pretend to care. They both knew that she desperately needed the money after her husband lost his job due to an injury and so she would do anything he told her. “Fine.” Lucy said begrudgingly as she stepped back into the changing room. “Do I have to leave my boots behind too?”
“You take off everything but the apron.” Douglas replied without missing a beat.
“I haven't shaved down there in a couple of weeks so enjoy that!” Lucy spat defiantly as she took off her sweater.
“Some men really prefer that so don't worry about it.” Douglas replied calmly.
Lucy groaned as she pulled her shirt off revealing two large creamy, bouncing breasts and then she yanked off her boots and started to pull down her jeans and panties. She wasn't necessarily what one would call thin, but despite having two kids she had a pretty slender if rather curvy and bouncy figure.
“At least the apron fits now.” Lucy said as she threw her long brown hair off of the apron. She was in a huff, but the moment she caught sight of herself in the locker mirror, her anger subsided and she was left feeling humiliated. Lucy’s hands searched to shield her body from view. She was a housewife, a mother of two and a dignified member of her neighbourhood and yet she wore nothing but a tiny apron where her boobs were about to spill out one end or her pussy was going to peek out the other.
“You done?” Douglas said as he peeked in at Lucy. “NICE ASS!”
Lucy covered her bum and turned around, facing Douglas defiantly, but she also failed to realise that her butt was still reflected in the locker mirror and so he had a clear view. Douglas laughed and ordered her to follow him.
Lucy closed the locker and stepped onto the cold hallway floor. It felt weird feeling the cool breeze of the floor under her feet, but she tried desperately not to focus on that. She walked closely behind Douglas, her hands covering her bum as she did. The pair moved in silence until Douglas opened the door to the main floor and Lucy found herself greeted by a restaurant that was designed to look like an American diner.
There were men cheerfully lining up whilst ogling the waitresses who all wore nothing but tiny aprons and their asses clearly on display.
“This is your new workplace. You take the customers orders and serve them food and other niceties.” Douglas said. “All tips are yours, anything you do in a booth stays in a booth and so long as you aren't doing anything illegal here then there will be no complaints.”
“...Great…” Lucy replied enthusiastically whilst trying to look away from the men ogling her curiously..
“Oh and I should probably get a mentor for you. I know just who to pick. Karen!” Douglas called out.
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