One Year Anniversary!!

Today marks ONE YEAR since the launch of The SMUT Project!

We’ve worked hard, and it’s taken us a long way in just a short time. We’ve:

  • produced over 100k words of FemDom and foot fetish erotica (including 15 completed short stories)
  • as well as 11 thought-provoking essays on kink, BDSM, and the intersection between sex and society
  • established a catalog on Amazon, Smashwords, and Goodreads


  • gained 122 followers between this website, Twitter and Tumblr. (Follow us!)

In the year to come we hope to be able to bring you even more! We’re looking forward to establishing SMUT Project Studios (home to our forthcoming visual and documentary efforts), bringing you new print works and merchandise designs, and continuing to build relationships with other kinky creatives!

Thanks to all of you for everything thus far!


Mr. Yours Truly


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Synopsis: Chloe’s friends Kacey and Danielle want to have a lesbian sex party with Chloe, but if she wants to bring her boyfriend along he’ll have to become one of the girls.

This F+ (Multiple Mistress Femdom) story features:

Feminization, Chastity, Erotic Humiliation, Orgasm Control, Foot Fetish, Sock Fetish, Footdom in Socks, Strapon Play/Pegging, Cunnilingus/Facesitting, Squirting, and Lesbian Sex.

I had begged and pleaded, but Chloe was firm and insistent, and I sighed and placed my head on her shoulder as she clicked the lock in place. She kissed my forehead and we looked down together, at the shiny metal cage around my manhood. She tugged gently at the lock, making sure it was secure, and then she held my locked dick in her hand. She ran her thumb over the thin metal bars sweetly and caringly. “Good boy,” she said.

She told me to pull up my pants and my underwear, and I felt the new sensation of the cage around my crotch, more than aware of its presence. I remembered Chloe dropping the news on me the day before. “Yeah,” she had said. “They want to do it tomorrow night. But there are a few conditions we agreed on…”

Chloe ordered me down onto my knees in front of her, and she sat back on the couch and held up the key, admiring it as it glinted in the light. I looked up at it too, and at her, and I realized how humbled I was by that tiny piece of metal, how much it symbolized her power over me. She reached down for a moment and attached it to the anklet on her right foot. I watched it hang there against her skin, and she smiled, and then she brought her foot up to my face and pressed it into me.

“I’m so proud of you,” she said, bringing her other foot up and smothering my face with the both of them. “You’re a good boy for Mistress. Okay. Now fetch me my shoes and socks and let’s go shopping!”

I helped put them on her, a pair of white, purple, and peach geometric ankle socks (the dirty ones she had already worn three times that week), and a classic pair of black and white Vans. Her anklet with the key on it dangled into the mix, and as I looked down at them I couldn’t help but sigh with the finality of it all.

“No dresses,” I said in the car as she drove.

“No? Haha.”

“No. If I’m gonna be a girl I wanna be a boi.”

“Haha, well we’ll see. Don’t worry, we’ll make you a rad, pretty lesbian. We’ll find something that suits you.” She held my hand and I watched the world streak by outside the window.

“Heyy!” she said brightly, answering the phone and smiling at the person on the other end, which apparently was Kacey, who was in many ways the mastermind of this whole thing. “What up slut? Are you excited?!”

I heard the enthusiastic cry from the other side of the line, and Chloe continued on. “Yeah, we’re actually just headed to the store now. Do you guys wanna come over about 6? I think that should be… Yeah… Oh! Okay, yeah, that’s great… Yay! Okay betch, see you soon! Mm, byee.”

The car was quiet for a minute, just the road noise, and in my head I played back the voicemail Kacey had left on Chloe’s phone. Danielle is down but he’s gotta be one of the girls…

Chloe turned on the radio and flipped around a bit, settling on the second half of Green Day’s “Minority” as we pulled into the parking lot of one of your standard big box retailers (the good one, naturally). I looked at her again for a moment, watching her head turn and her eyes look around for a parking spot. She was so beautiful.

It was Kacey’s birthday, apparently, or at least it was on Sunday, and she wanted (what else?) a lesbian sex party with Chloe and her girlfriend, Danielle. Chloe had insisted she be able to bring me along, but between the three of them they had decided that they still didn’t want any “boys” around.

“What?” I had said. “You mean like forced feminization?”

Chloe had laughed. “No dahling,” she said in that East Coast sophisticate way that she imitated whenever she said the word. “Not forced. Enforced. You are feminine! You have a beautiful feminine side. We’re just gonna make you show it. I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot lately. I’ve wanted to involve it in our play. If this goes well I might make you be a girl with me more often.”

© 2018

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PUBLIC PREVIEW – Ash’s Punishment

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Synopsis: Ash’s slave gets greedy, and she works up a little something to make sure he doesn’t misbehave again.

This F (Femdom) story features:
Punishment, Cum Play, Erotic Humiliation, Orgasm Control, Foot Fetish, Sock Fetish, Footdom in Socks, Dildo Play, and Spanking.

I’m sorry ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am.

The lopsided scrawl of the lines I had written sat beneath me, and my lip trembled as I looked down at them one last time, and came. My semen splashed across the page and I squinted hard, overcome by my orgasm and the humiliation of what she had instructed me to do.

“Good boy,” her message read as it arrived beneath the picture, and for a moment I thought it was over, but as the next one followed I knew I was still in trouble. “I’m gonna be done with work in half an hour, and in an hour’s time I expect you to be at my apartment with that letter in hand. Let me know when you’re on your way.”

I looked at the time and nearly ran into the bathroom to turn on the shower. The hot water splashed against the chill running down my spine as I replayed the events in my mind, anticipating whatever it was that she had in mind for when I arrived.

It had been a small infraction, or so it would seem, but in the short time I had been seeing her Ash had surprised me with how strict she could be. She had a thing for making me remove her socks using just my tongue, and she’d wait for minutes while I struggled. She would also sit on my face with little provocation, just to make sure I knew what was what. But today I hadn’t seen it coming at all. We had been texting while she was at work, and she had instructed me to imagine sucking her big toe while I masturbated for her, and when I texted back how much I wanted them in my mouth I had accidentally typed “toes” plural.

“How dare you you greedy little slut?!” she had responded. “If I was there right now I’d shove my whole foot in your mouth for that. You’re in trouble.”

In another 30 minutes I was knocking on her door. I shifted my weight as I waited, the smeared ink and dried cum staining the letter in my hands, and as the door opened she laughed.

“Geez,” she said. “Haha. You must be trying to get yourself in even more trouble. Get on your knees when you greet me! What do you think this is?”

© 2018

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PUBLIC PREVIEW – Performance Review (Katy Did, Part II)

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Part II in The Office Slut Saga!

Synopsis: Katy goes back to work with a new job description and has to serve not only her boss but her co-workers too.

This L+ (Multiple Mistress Lezdom) story features:
Blackmail, Punishment, Bondage, Strapon Play, Anal Sex, Erotic Humiliation, Orgasm Control, Spanking/Slapping, and Cuntbusting.

I knew better than to be late, and it was 7:43 when I walked in the building. I went through the revolving doors into the lobby and past the security desk, giving all the outward appearance of normalcy and confidence, but inside I was shaking.

Last night had convinced Amanda I was worth keeping on, but both as she left and in text messages this morning she had made it clear that I was not out of the woods when it came to keeping my job.

I took the elevator to the 29th floor, shuffling in with all the other passengers, and I became acutely aware again of my clothes, or rather my particular lack thereof. As Amanda had instructed in her curt, deliberate texts, I had dressed for the day in my normal professional attire, but with a single, glaring omission; beneath my long khaki jacket, below my pressed cornflower blouse, and above my smart combination of knee high boots and socks, I wore nothing at all.

I had gotten up early to trim and shave my intimate areas, to make myself, as she said, presentable, rubbed myself down with coconut oil, and when I left the apartment the presence of the day’s unseasonably cool breeze was quite apparent indeed. It made my ride on the subway a fraught one, made me nervous as I descended the stairs to the platform, made me opt to stand even in the half empty car, made me nervous again as I climbed the stairs back to the street. It made me conscious, from the moment I awoke to her instructions, how under her control I was.

I stepped off of the elevator alone, into the empty hallway, and I was surprised to see a note taped to the glass door to our offices:

Closed for the day, 8/27
Please hold all deliveries

I peered through into the dark reception area, confused, and I pulled on the door to find it locked.

My mind went in circles, puzzling over Amanda’s very clear instructions, and I finally decided to try my badge on the card reader, something I had never had to do before. It beeped, and I heard the lock open. I pulled on the door, surprised again by the stillness and quiet in the usually bustling office.

I tiptoed through the welcome area and down the hallway, listening for signs of the other women’s presence but it appeared I was alone. I took out my key and unlocked the door to Amanda’s office, last night’s events flashing for the hundredth time in my mind.

She had told me to lock myself inside and wait for her arrival. When I turned around and switched on the light I saw that her office was neat and tidy as always, but on the desk, backlit by the window, there was the conspicuous addition of the same pair of thick black cuffs that had bound my wrists last night, and a long, jet black dildo gag with a leather strap.

I jumped as the door to her adjoining private bathroom opened and I heard her voice. “You’re here. Good.”

© 2017-2018

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About The SMUT Project

The SMUT Project is a small, enthusiastic, sex/kink/fetish-positive organization established in 2017 for the support and promotion of the erotic arts.  Its mission is to elevate erotic expression in the literary and artistic worlds and to connect the curious to quality works that inspire, delight, and enrich.”


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Synopsis: Annie and her boyfriend are new in the building, and things quickly turn kinky when they invite their fetching next-door neighbor over for dinner.

This F/L (Couples’ Femdom) story features:
Bondage, Cunnilingus/Facesitting, Cuntbisting, Foot Fetish, Sock Fetish, Footdom, Cum Play, Erotic Humiliation, Forced Orgasm, and Strapon Play.

“That’s her!” I mouthed to Annie as we turned the corner, and sure enough there was a moment where we stood just a couple of feet apart at our doorways, and she let it hang in the air for a second or two before turning to us and smiling. She introduced herself and welcomed us to the building. We smiled back and in a roundabout way managed to say we hoped we weren’t too noisy, and she almost laughed but waved it off as we continued chatting a little in the hallway.

“Well we were just getting ready to make dinner. Would you like to join us?” I was surprised. Annie wasn’t usually very outgoing. She wasn’t shy exactly, just meek and a little nervous, but as I looked at her I could tell that something in her was drawn to the woman and wanted her company. Kim adjusted the laptop bag slung over her shoulder and smiled again, and she said she’d love to once she got settled in after work.

When we got inside Annie hurriedly put down the grocery bags she was carrying on the counter and spun around with wide eyes and an excited expression. “Oh my god!” she whispered, and I smiled back as I set down my bags too. “She’s gorgeous!”

I agreed that she was, and Annie looked flushed as she said how hot it was to hear her masturbating while we fucked. We whispered briefly about the night’s potential, excitedly considering the possibilities, and then Annie started scurrying around to tidy up while I started cooking. She put on a little background music and misted the room with some essential oil spray. She came up behind me at the stove and kissed my neck, putting her hands on my hips, and I turned around and we were kissing when we heard the knock at the door.

“I hope we’re having something that goes with red,” she said, holding up the bottle of wine she had brought over as Annie let her in. She had changed out of her work clothes and adopted a slimming black top and matching comfortable pants and sneakers, but even dressed down she looked well put together.

“Perfect!” Annie said with a grin, and she poured us each a glass and invited Kim into the living room and they sat down on the couch together. We all chatted for a while, what we did for work, what we did for fun. We learned that Kim was in marketing and that she lived alone, spending most of her spare time at the gym or watching movies.

“That is, of course, when I’m not…” She laughed.

“What?” Annie prompted her.

“Well, haha, you know, I’ve got another major interest. You could almost call it a hobby.” She grinned again and we waited for her to elaborate. “I mean, these walls are thin so you must have some idea. I think our beds actually sit against the same wall.”

I stirred the sauce one last time and turned around, and I saw Annie blushing as she stared, transfixed, at Kim.

“What can I say?” she continued. “I like to show myself a good time.” We all agreed that was a good thing, and I set the plates on the table and told them it was ready. “I mean,” she said as we all sat down, “I don’t know why the sexual experience isn’t a central interest for most people. I don’t know how anyone can just ignore it or not care about it. They don’t know what they’re missing.”

Our forks and knives scraped and squeaked on the plates as we discussed this, as we talked about sexual identity and sexual expression and exploration. I bristled when I felt the side of her sneaker brush against my calf, just for a moment, and then I felt a chill as she stopped.

“Well that was just delicious,” she said happily, and Annie kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for cooking as she got up to take our dishes to the sink. “Does he do all the cooking?”

“Most of the time, yeah,” Annie replied over the sound of the water. “When we don’t eat out. He does a lot of the cleaning too, he says he likes to take care of me.” She looked over her shoulder and winked at me, and I felt Kim’s sneaker return to my leg.

“Wow! Haha. Does he serve you?”

Annie dropped the fork she was washing. She picked it back up and looked over her shoulder at Kim. “What do you mean?”

Kim finished her wine and smiled again. “Well, I mean, have you got him trained?” Her eyes fixed on me. “Is he a good boy?”

Annie shut off the water, wiped her hands, and turned around. “You mean…” Kim giggled and leaned back, withdrawing her leg and bringing it up to the edge of her chair.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” she said. “I just wondered what the score was around here.” Annie and I exchanged mildly puzzled looks. “Ah,” she continued. “I see. You two haven’t worked that out yet.”

Annie stepped back to the table and poured the last of the wine into Kim’s glass. “Do you mean… like are you into…” She couldn’t seem to finish her sentence. Kim raised her glass and took another sip before answering.

“I just think there’s an order to these things. A natural way about them. I think everybody’s happier when they know their place.”


© 2018

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