Prolog: How I ended up here
I sit here for the hundredth time today browsing through help wanted ads, with no luck. I have to get out of this frozen waste land. My uncle wants me gone. Frankly, I don't blame him. He doesn't understand me. He feels I'm a waste of space, and all I do is just sit around and run up the utilities. But of course conveniently forgets everything that I do around the place.
I write for a living. I'm 33 years old now and a published freaking author. I write those cheesy romance novels, although, I would say my last book was mostly smut with some romance thrown in. I'd really enjoyed writing it even though it took longer than it should have, I'd found myself getting worked up far too often, I'd found myself playing with my clit when I should have been writing. My uncle calls my work trash, and me, trashy for writing it. I'm single and have been for a while. I get wrapped up in my writing and forget the world. The guys I have dated didn't really appreciate that much. They couldn't get that they weren't the centre of my attention. If only they knew what they were missing if they bothered to take the time.
My uncle is a farmer in Minnesota. He raises animals for slaughter. He's got that whole mountain man look going for him right now. He is the youngest of all seven of my uncles, and the closest to where I used to live. At 47 years old, I imagined if he'd shaved, then he would look more like a 20 something. He's in great shape, but he's also a grumpy ass. The two of us don't really click. Of course I'm grateful to him for letting me stay here, but really I can't take it any more. Something's got to give.
Today it's expected to be balmy -31 degrees outside. It's much colder than that right now though. It's almost one in the morning. My brain won't turn off. I'm starting to feel like this place is like quicksand, almost impossible to escape. Two months ago my apartment complex burnt to the ground. I'd lived on the beach in beautiful South Florida where the beach was literally my backyard. I would sit for days on my balcony and watch the waves roll in while I hammered out my latest story. But now I sit in the front of the fire in my uncle's living room in the middle of a giant meat popsicle stand, where I have to get as close to the wood burning stove as I can get without setting my blankets on fire.
I'm expected to be up in 4 hours to feed the animals. I get up and refill my glass of wine. I've decided that masterbation is the only way I'm going to sleep anytime soon. I run back to bed before my feet freeze, dive under the cover and click on the internet. It's the only way I can keep in touch with the outside world. I log onto my favorite porn story website. I settled on a story. 30 minutes later my hand slipped down between my legs and was furiously rubbing my clit. I see the scene vividly in my mind.
A woman, red hair, large breasts, is on her knees in an outdoor shower. One cock in her mouth and another in her hands. She's sucking and stroking both. Water beating down on her. A woman standing in front of her flogging her torso and pussy. Eyes closed, I can imagine the sting of the lash. Every time my pussy is flogged I'd scream. Anytime she doesn't have a dick in her mouth someone grabs the chain secured to her nipple clamps and gives it a sharp pull. Being pulled to the next cock waiting to use her open mouth
I cum so hard imagining I'm her. I'm whimpering as I imagine the feel of the crop on my skin. I want it so bad. The water beating down on me. The struggle for air as I deep throat the closest cock, while grabbing another to stroke. Gagging as it goes deeper so I choke on the hard flesh filling my mouth. I can see it all in my imagination. I pinch and pull on my erect nipples, needing to feel the bite of the nipple clamps on my flesh as they are viciously pulled. The warm sensation grows from deep in my core and takes over me. My body convulses as I cum hard.
The next morning I wake up to the sound of my uncle banging around in the kitchen. He bellows "Get up lazy ass it's time to do some work." I heard the coffee pot bang on the stove and groan. It is going to be a long morning. I put on three pairs of socks, a tank top, a t-shirt, a long sleeve shirt, two pairs of fleece lined leggings and a pair of sweatpants. I make my way to the front door and climb into my coveralls. I feel like that kid from the I'm going to shoot your eye out movie. I slip on my rubber boots and make my way to the barn.
I feed the turkeys, horses, pigs and cows. I then hook the cows up to the milking machine. My first day here I stuck my finger inside the milking tube and now I wonder what it would feel like having it hooked up to my own tits. The thought of it makes me groan. It won't ever happen though, it's way too cold for me in this barn. If it was summer I'd love to find out how it felt. I shake my day dream and continue working. Some hours later. The animals have been put out to pasture and the barn is cleaned. The animals all have fresh bedding and I am starving.
I head in the house and start stripping as soon as I enter it. I am butt naked by the time I hit the bathroom. I crank the hot water up and proceed to warm my soul with it. After my shower, I make myself some breakfast. Sitting down with my plate hopping today is the day I can find a job that will get me out of this icebox and allow me to write. I open my laptop and find the web browser open to the same story I read last night. I smile and save the story to my favorites. If I had more time I'd read it again, but I know I'd end up on my bed, legs spread rubbing my clit. It would be so good but it wouldn't find me a job. I start browsing the web site and come across a help wanted section.
I read the titles of the ads looking for anything that catches my attention. I don't expect to find a real job here but maybe someone needs a story editor or something like that. Something I can do for now.
I see offers for:
Sissy boy wants man to dominate me
COUPLE SEEKS GIRLFRIEND
Wanted pictures of women's feet
Woman wanted to financially dominate me
MAN SEEKING WOMAN FOR A
GOODTIME
Wanted housekeeper
BBW WANTED FOR NUDE PICTURES
Couple seeking surrogate and family toy
That last one caught my attention. I opened it.
We are a married couple searching for a surrogate for our married son. The surrogate will be compensated nicely. Our son and his wife want a child of their own but she doesn't want to be pregnant. nor does she want to adopt and raise another man's baby. Surrogacy is the option we agreed to. The surrogate will be expected to conceive a child and pump breast milk while staying in our home until three months after the child is born. We will provide everything. Once the surrogate is pregnant my wife and I would like to use you as a toy sexually. We are into bdsm and some other fetishes. You will not be with us and our son at the same time. We are serious about this. It's now or never to produce a child for our son. If interested please respond to this ad. Please no hate or SHAMING messages.
I read the ad several times. I'd forgotten all about being a surrogate. I'd done it once for my best friend. I'd had a child of my own but she passed away with her father in a car accident. Could I really do it again? I'm not getting any younger that's for sure. What about the other part? Could I be a couples sex toy? They are into BDSM which is great. I haven't had a dom since my husband died 6 years ago. All my fantasies have been about being dominated by a man. Maybe it's time. No harm in messaging them right? Just the thought of something to get me out of this frostbite farm made the decision easy.
My reply:
I read your help wanted ad. I am interested in the position but I have lots of questions. Where are you located? What kind of BDSM things are you into? Parading me around town and letting a bar full of strangers screw me is not what I imagine for bdsm. I am, or, was a sub in the past and liked it. I've been alone for a while. I've also been a surrogate before so I know what to expect. I am a writer. I write romance novels for a living. Relocating would not be an issue for me as long as I can continue writing. What are you and your wife like? Would you be willing to exchange pictures? I'm 5'6. I have strawberry blonde hair and blue/green eyes. I'm a bigger girl. Well I feel like I have bombarded you with enough questions for one email. I will be waiting for your reply. Looking forward to hearing from you.
Jennifer
After I sent my reply I checked the local jobs again without finding anything as interesting as the one I'd answered. Bored, I called my editor. She has been very understanding with the changes I've had to go through lately. I do my best to keep her updated. Today she was pushy. She needs me to have a new book out by the end of summer. It's currently November. I really need to get a book cranked out for her. I've got several books started but none I feel I want to complete. Maybe I will get a response to that ad and could use that as a story. The idea of that gets me a little excited. I'd make a start today. I could flesh out an idea and maybe give my pussy some more attention. I realize I'm already wet. The thought of being a couples plaything has really got me turned on. Maybe the writing could wait a little longer. I almost ran to my room, stripping in anticipation of some naughty fun under the sheets. I wouldn't even need the help of a story. I already had one of my own running around my head that would make me cum, maybe more than once tonight.
The next morning
I wake up and go through my normal routine of feeding the animals. Showering and breakfast. Today we have to prepare for a snow storm. It seems we are expecting at least a foot of snow by the end of the week. Before I moved here I can't remember the last time I saw snow. God I miss the beach. I put on a pot of ham and beans and then I help bring in firewood. Check the water troughs throughout the property and board up the windows on the north side of the house. My uncle being his rude grumpy self saying things like keeping working like this and your fat ass might actually get a shape to it the entire time. Humiliating me in the wrong way. I have got to get out of here. I'm all for some humiliation and being degraded to a point, and have enjoyed it. But not the way he's going about it. By the end of the day I'm sore and tired and fed up with his grumpiness. At least he was pleased that everything was ready for when the snow came.