The weather is cooling… but I never do.
There’s a certain pleasure in this season – when the nights draw in, the air sharpens, and distractions become fewer. It’s the perfect time to settle somewhere warm, scroll through my catalogue, and lose yourself in what I’ve built.
If you’ve been craving something to keep you company – something that gets under your skin and stays there – I have just the thing. Lineage is the latest addition to The Smyth Fund collection: a study in power, inheritance, and the exquisite inevitability of surrender. But it’s far from the only story worth your attention.
You’ll find dozens of my works waiting for you – each one crafted to make you ache, obey, and spend. From quiet devotion to ruinous obsession, there’s a story for every kind of submission.
So, as the temperature drops, you know what to do.
Stay in. Warm up. Read. Send.
Recommendations
Lineage: A History of Men Made Useful and a Legacy of Erotic Obedience
Across generations and data sets, institutions and interfaces, their power never wavered. From ledgers inked in candlelight to biometric bonds enforced by code, men were repurposed – refined – made useful.
Generation after generation, the Countesses expanded their reach, their wealth, their will, making every era their own. Each successor perfected the doctrine of obedience, recording every act of devotion as yield, every surrender as inheritance.
From the quiet cruelty of Victorian documentation to the algorithmic precision of post-human desire, Lineage traces the evolution of power through six eras of elegant domination. They were not one woman, but an unbroken principle: a legacy of women who mastered the art of ownership – and never once relinquished it.
Bankrolled by You: A Lifestyle of Quiet Luxury – A Story of Cold, Passive Financial Drain
She never asked. She never needed to. She simply lived – elegantly, expensively, without interruption – and you paid, because that’s what it meant to orbit someone so far above you. The spending wasn’t decadent. It was inevitable. You weren’t funding fantasies. You were financing her comfort. Seamless upgrades. Silk against skin. Dinners that dissolved into candlelight and never once included you. There were no thank-yous. No messages. Just the soft, exquisite silence of a woman who doesn’t need to notice you to drain you completely.
You adjusted everything to keep pace. Rearranged your life to preserve hers. Every deduction became devotion. Every transaction, a confession of how far you’d go just to remain useful – just to be the unseen mechanism behind her pleasure. You stopped needing her attention. You started craving the ache instead. And when the charges finally ceased, when the silence deepened beyond recovery, you realised what hurt most wasn’t that she was gone… but that she had never needed you to begin with.
Authorised: Every Throb Is Billable – A Story Where You Serve as My Human ATM
I do not audition men. I assess them. You arrive as a neat irregularity in an otherwise disciplined month, and I smooth you the way I smooth silk at my cuff – precise, unhurried, inevitable. This is a story about policy that feels like pleasure: Authorise when I lift my card, Reconcile without commentary, breathe on my timing, behave on my terms. No perks. Only standards.
London glows behind glass, the marble stays cool, and your role is simple – to keep the glide perfect while I choose what pleases me. Every page is first person, Ms. Smyth, quiet and expensive. You will hear the language you crave – statement cutoff, ratio, late fee – arranged like silk ribbon through buttonholes. Waiting becomes fabric, receipts become devotion, and denial stops being a threat and starts being the air you live in.
You are not promised access. You are invited to perform correctness until it fits. If you prefer spectacle, look elsewhere. If you want a slow, elegant tightening that leaves you calm, aching, and certain you were made for policy, this will feel like home. Proof first. Everything else – when policy allows…