I knew my Master had been waiting for this vacation weekend for a long time. In the workweek leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big entry. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddies to his place for a big party. There was going to be batch of food and unlimited drinkable. I was going to be the server, making sure that the hombre had drinks at all multiplication and were glad. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to wear an outfit and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely naked, except for a dog collar that my master made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. draw of food and nursing bottle of beer with my overlord setting up the BBQ. I knew his protagonist would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My master had said he'd revel watching me perform my number 1 power minute. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the party.

By four everyone was here. All the guy cable were sitting around the backyard with the smell of BBQ wafting through. When each of the guys walked in their eyes looked me up and down. I was so exposed to them, I knew I must be blushing. I could see a few hombre already leisurely rubbing their dick. My Master hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my social club.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my power hours are one of the highlights of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power hour entry. She has no approximation what's ahead for her but I've no doubt that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My external respiration had quickened. I didn't like the flavour of my Master's articulation. He was smiling but I knew that look. Things were about to crazy.

‘ The ruler of the tycoon hour are the same as always but I'll remind you and finally explicate to my fuckpig what's about to happen.'He walked over to me and placed his deal on my ass.

‘ right wing, so a mogul minute is simple. For the next 60 minutes, every bit you hear a bell chime you must learn a declamatory gulp from your potable. The fuckpig here will make sure that you always have a beer in your mitt. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the succeeding bell chime, feel free to paddle my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the perfect hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are unblock to piss on her, in her or nominate her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as very much as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe next year we'll have a pregnant sow to use.'

One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few guys laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more intense than my passkey usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a time. But here there was 12. And schoolmaster only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my professional and 12 cat with full bladders. And they could peck me hard ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a jocularity ? ? ?

His mitt caressed my face and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with aught hesitancy. If me and the guy cable are pleased with your performance, you will become my telephone number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To become his identification number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to give birth cold showers and to stay naked at all clip in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream PIE from his other bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a poof. You would sit next to him as he tormented the former bitch. You could leave need to them and spend your time relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and have sex that actually made you orgasm multiple times without having to beg for superior to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the future few hours brought in the promise that I'd please him to produce me numeral one. I took a deep breathing space and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and call it, ‘ index 60 minutes begins !'

The men started to salute. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guy were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely loosen. Did my passe-partout want me to go over and dally with them, or wait until they called me ? I decided to go to the bar and get a few beers out of the tank for when I needed to replace the evacuate one.

The bells chimed every minute. Master had set up a utterer to his headphone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to fetch up their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to delay on top of things, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The first 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be all right. I could survive this power hour and headache about the peeing play after.

Master shook his empty beer feeding bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh one. I handed it over with a grinning and said ‘ I hope everything is to your liking ’.

‘ clean my bottle.'

I gulped. I didn't think he was going to say that. Sometimes in the evening if he was having a beer he would make us put his fresh beer bottleful into our pussycat and tell us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be insensate and wet in our slit but he didn't care. He told us that's how he liked his bottles cleaned.

I took his beer and squatted down. I'd never done this in nominal head of former men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ hastiness up. There are drinks being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the nursing bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold smell being foreigner to my cunt. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the bottle.

‘ trade good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my friends want their bottles cleaned.'lord winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to pretermit beers because the guys would tell me to keep on fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the fourth dimension the guys who put me over their laps and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't hold open up.

Between my legs was a unenviable stack from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were bright red. Some of the bozo really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a challenger to see which of them could result their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every sentence they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me more. My Master said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power hour, I noticed that some of the Guy were peeing into a paddling pool that maestro had made me blow up this break of the day. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would find out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another squawk to mud wrestle for the guy wire, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guy cable were getting More buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those hombre were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. One man squeezed my chest so hard while I cleaned his bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my fount backbreaking and shouted that I was a stupid screwing pig. The bozo beside him just laughed. I looked at passkey and his typeface remained completely inactive. I now really wanted this minute to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty minute, tears running down my face as my ass got even redder and the smooching got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the drinks, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would promise fourth dimension on the power hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and call the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have plenty of prison term for fun .'I got up off the flat coat and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would give me a mini-break so I could rub lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained unmoved for the past times minute.

'Now my lamb fuckpig it is time for you to have a kickshaw. You 're going to do a keg stand and tope as much as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your grimace that you do n't really desire to. But believe me, this is for your own good if you wan na survive the endorse part of the party. You 'll encounter it well-situated if you are almost passed out .'

Now I was scared, but before I had a luck to plead, the keg had been tapped and two of the guys had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the subway into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as a great deal as possible. 'Keep drinking piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could tell he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the ground as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the balance of the Guy. The cat who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full moon of cold pissing and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their piss.

'Now that the fuckpig is in station, she is now the new urinal. commemorate the just formula goes is that her fat puss is mine. After that, I do n't handle what you do. Oh, and if you do n't want your face to be recognised on film, there are masquerade behind the bar. I 'm certainly you do n't want to be associated with a piece of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have time to bring it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter gustatory perception of micturate enter my oral fissure. I could see a few guy cable were already lined up ready to make on me. I could feel more current of piss hitting my face as the first guy told me to strip his tool. They all had so much weewee from an hour of non-stop crapulence beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pant. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as much as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't miss the feeling of pissing being aimed directly for my bastard. I could feel my arse contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my titty so hard grabbed my promontory and shoved it into the pool of dusty pee. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could feel him pissing all over the back of my head. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his foot on my head to celebrate my face in the piss.

Instantly I could feel bridge player on my hip joint and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his piss for lubricator and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more moth-eaten peeing I ended up swallowing. I could experience my ass being shoved in one guidance and the next as the bozo fucked me hard. While my asshole gaped they aimed their take a leak directly in the fix and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My captain asked as he watched the guys raping my ass. I shook my heading. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his phone in his hand. He motioned for the guy cable to finish and then pointed the telephone set at me .'I want you to reckon into this tv camera, go on all fours, and rise your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this TV to think you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an actual woman would let men cover her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'

I felt so embarrassed. Who would Master show this TV to ? Would it go viral ? Would people see me pissing like a dog and point me out on the street ? I knew this was a test to see if I had left behind my old theme of who I was. Would I embrace life as captain 's act one beef ? That I had become so vitiate that I did n't give care what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was master key 's turncock.

I looked into the phone television camera and began to bark. I could finger my piss flowing out between my legs. The guys were whistling at me and my Master was smiling. I barked louder with my conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .