NEW HALLOWEEN STORY – Trick or Treat…

Because we’re feeling festive, this story is NOW AVAILABLE for FREE on SMUTProject.com until Nov. 1. Click here to read the whole thing!


Synopsis: Bridget throws an impromptu Halloween get together for her friends, and gives them a naughty demonstration of her witchy feminine powers.

This F+ (Multiple Mistress Femdom) story features:
Foot Fetish, Edging, Orgasm Control, Spanking, Erotic Humiliation, Footdom in Socks, Nylons and Sandals, Trampling and Cum Play.


It wasn’t actually quite Halloween just yet, it was the day before, but as I approached the house, of course, you couldn’t have told the difference. There were glowing three jack o’ lanterns on the steps, each with their own cartoonish, exaggerated expressions, there were spider web decorations on the porch and in the trees, and there were green, orange, and purple lights along the side of the house, pointing upwards and making it look like the “spook factory” that I knew that Bridget delighted in having it be.

In fact, the house had looked like that for close to two weeks, an overeager Bridget having decorated as soon as she had the time, and I smiled as I walked past the skeletons “crawling out of” the yard. What could I say? It was her favorite holiday, and I liked seeing her go a little overboard. I liked seeing the glee and the scheming and the planning. I liked that she put so much effort in and paid so much attention to all the little details, crafting the world that most suited her for the one time of year in which it was suitable to do so.

It was cold, and a thin layer of icy snow crusted the lawn, with its skeletons and foamcore gravestones. She had said it was her ambition to be the scariest house on the block, and as I glanced up and down the street I saw that she had certainly achieved it. I smiled to myself, proud of her I suppose, and stepped up onto the porch.

A big, veiny eyeball stared at me as I rang the doorbell and searched my coat quickly for the stray blonde hairs of my dog, and shuddered a little in the cold. I didn’t know what I had to be nervous about. She had told me that it was just going to be a trial run for tomorrow, hanging out with some of her friends while we all made sure our costumes were perfect, and watched a couple of movies. I guess it was Samantha and Vanessa if I’m honest. We had never had problems or anything, it was just that when Bridget got around them her sense of humor took on an aspect that I never quite knew how to make sense of. It was still fairly early in our relationship, and while I loved her very much I never quite knew what to expect from her. I guess, if I’m honest again, that was one of the things I loved the most.

(…)


© 2018

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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

AND

  • 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!

Sincerely,

Mr. Yours Truly

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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.”

PUBLIC PREVIEW – The New Roommate

This story is NOW AVAILABLE to backers on Patreon who subscribe at the $10/month level or higher.  Current subscribers can click here to read the whole thing!


Synopsis: A convenient living arrangement gets complicated when it turns out that Elaina is a domme with a fetish.

This F (Femdom) story involves:
Foot Fetish, Sock Fetish, Footdom in Socks, Trampling, and Domestic Servitude.


I slid open the door to the patio of my apartment and stepped into what felt like a sauna, squinting in the harsh July sunlight. I felt the thickness of the hot air on my face as I sat down at the little patio table and lit my cigarette, and as I pulled out my phone I decided to check the temperature– 96 degrees. I cringed as I saw it and flipped back to the text message Elaina had sent me just a few minutes before:

“On my way home.”

We had entered into an unusual arrangement over the last nine weeks or so. I had needed a roommate to afford the ungodly cost of housing in my city and when it happened that she was looking for a place at the same time it seemed to make a lot of sense. I had known her through being friends with her younger sister, had met her a few times here and there, and I found her quite attractive so when she suggested moving in together I was pleased, not least of all because I thought even if nothing ever happened between us it would be nice to have her around.

She was tall, about 6′ 1″.  Taller than me certainly, and when we saw the place for the first time I couldn’t help noticing that her high ponytail was nearly brushing the ceiling. She had a slim and alluring, but powerful shape, an extremely casual style (she was usually seen in a long sleeved t-shirt and pajama bottoms when at home and she rarely wore anything fancier than jeans when she left), and a “chill”, laid-back attitude.  She laughed often, smoked a little weed now and then, and was more than comfortable hanging out with me at nights.

There had definitely been something between us when we first met, flirting a little here and there before we had even thought about living together, but for a couple of unimportant, incidental reasons nothing had ever come of it. It was something of a shock then, in the early days of living together, to see her lounging around the house, to hear her in the shower, and to find myself in her room and on her bed from time to time.

We were good roommates.  We didn’t argue about bills, or cleaning, or noise.  We would have little parties and do things together, little shopping trips and home projects, and we became friends apart from just being people who lived in the same apartment.  But by the second or third week together it was apparent that we were becoming something more.

We had been unpacking some boxes in the living room and putting stuff up on the walls, and the whole apartment was starting to get hot because of the season. I was hanging a framed print of hers on the wall, an oddly appropriate vintage poster for Attack of the 50 Ft. Woman actually, and when I turned around to ask her how it looked I was surprised to see her laid out on the couch with her feet up on the arm of it, shaking her ankles for a moment before kicking off her worn black, low-top Converse.

“I’m tempted to just let you hang all of my stuff,” she said, closing her eyes as she put her hair up in a ponytail and wiggling her toes in a pair of faded royal blue ankle socks. “My feet are killing me.” I knew, from a moment of uncontrollable curiosity I had indulged a few days prior, that she wore a size 13, and I could see that her socks were wearing, and damp.

“Oh yeah?” I replied. “You’re just gonna lay there, all comfortable, while I do all the work, is that it?”

“That’s right,” she said with a tough, satisfied smile, “and when you’re done with that you can rub my feet.”

(…)


© 2018

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4 New Stories!!

We’re pleased to announce the publication of 4 hot, kinky new femdom stories right here on SMUTProject.com!

Squad Goals – A women’s rugby team makes it to the playoffs, and its star players have a locker room celebration at the expense of the opposing team’s captain. (FREE PREVIEW)

Slave to Her Slippers – Lily decides to indulge her slave, but with a humiliating twist. (FREE PREVIEW)

The New Roommate – A convenient living arrangement gets complicated when it turns out Elaina is a domme with a fetish. (FREE PREVIEW)

Our Neighbor – 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. (FREE PREVIEW)

These sexy, naughty stories are available exclusively at SMUTProject.com, to Patreon subscribers who pledge $10/month or more. SUBSCRIBE NOW to access these and 8 other completed stories, as well as more shorts, 3 novellas, and a full-length novel in progress.

PUBLIC PREVIEW – The Glass Half Full

PUBLIC PREVIEW – The Glass Half Full

This story is NOW AVAILABLE on Amazon and Smashwords ($3.99) and FREE HERE to backers on Patreon who subscribe at the $10/month level or higher.  Current subscribers can click here to read the whole thing!


Synopsis: A dominant woman sets a difficult task for her slave, and enlists a helper to see that it gets done while she’s at work. (6,026 words)

This F (Femdom) story involves:
Cum Play, Punishment, Discipline, Orgasm Control, Ruined Orgasms, Spanking, Foot Fetish, Nylon/Pantyhose Fetish, Sock Fetish, Footdom in Nylons and Socks, Trampling, Facesitting, and Strapon Play.


“I really don’t know what else to do with you,” she said, her tone sweet, as always, but severe. “If you can’t follow my instructions and do as I say while I’m gone, then you’ll require supervision and that’s all there is to it.”

“So what, you’re saying you got me a… what, a sitter?”

She smiled at the word. “You can think of Audrey however you like. But she is an extension of my discipline and I expect you to do what she says and to treat her with respect. Now look,” she said, looking at her slim wristwatch, “she’s going to be here any minute and I’ve got to finish getting ready, so why don’t you just go and make yourself presentable.”

She turned back from the closet and sat down at her vanity, slipping on her black high heels and donning a few tasteful pieces of jewelry. I couldn’t believe how strict and unrelenting Sarah was being. Ever since we had moved in together she had grown more and more demanding, imposing arbitrary rules and exacting ridiculous punishments when they were broken. I couldn’t believe it had gotten this way.

She had told me pretty clearly as things started getting serious between us that she had found she was a “dominant woman,” but I had thought… I don’t know, I guess I had thought that would mean things like holding my hands down when she rode me and pushing me around. I hadn’t known she’d be so… bossy. And now this.  It was true, what she said about not following her instructions, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. There had been a couple slips and mistakes, I guess– loading the dishwasher the wrong way, incorrectly folding her laundry– but she hadn’t really been upset with me until the last couple of days.

Two mornings ago she had sat down at the breakfast table while I was having my coffee, and she produced a thick-walled shot glass that she had pulled off of the espresso machine. She let it clack to the table as she set it down, let me look at it and back to her, and then she rested her hand next to it and pointed to the thin white line above the text reading 1.5 oz.

(…)


© 2018

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