I knew my master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a recollective metre. In the weeks leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big unveiling. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddy to his seat for a big party. There was going to be set of food for thought and limitless potable. I was going to be the server, making trusted that the cat had drinkable at all time and were happy. 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 nude, except for a collar that my passkey made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. tons of intellectual nourishment and bottles of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his friends would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd relish watching me perform my first top executive minute. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the company.

By four everyone was here. All the guys were sitting around the backyard with the odour 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 cat already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My Master hadn't mentioned the superpower hr yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

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

My breathing had quickened. I didn't like the flavour of my Master's articulation. He was smiling but I knew that smell. thing were about to crazy.

‘ The rules of the baron minute are the Saami as always but I'll remind you and finally explain to my fuckpig what's about to happen.'He walked over to me and placed his hand on my ass.

‘ Right, so a power hour is bare. For the side by side 60 minutes, every hour you hear a bell chime you must consider a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will make certainly that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the next bell bell, experience liberate to larrup my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to instruct her to be the perfect stewardess. At the end of the minute, my fuckpig becomes a pee-pee pig and you are unfreeze to puddle on her, in her or take a crap her drink it. You can dishonor her ass or pharynx fuck her as lots as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe adjacent yr 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 than vivid than my master copy usually organised. At almost I'd only ever been with 2 guy wire at a time. But here there was 12. And professional only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my Master and 12 Guy with full bladders. And they could smack me knockout ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my typeface. Surely this had to be a jest ? ? ?

His hand caressed my face and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero reluctance. If me and the guy are pleased with your performance, you will become my number one beef and all the fringe benefit that it affords.'

To suit his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed married woman status on you. You no longer had to have coldness showers and to stay naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping article of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the ointment Proto-Indo European from his other beef. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit future to him as he tormented the other kick. You could give need to them and expend your metre relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and give sex that actually made you orgasm multiple times without having to beg for Master to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the next few 60 minutes brought in the hope that I'd please him to cook me telephone number one. I took a deep breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the campana that hung beside the bar and band it, ‘ power hour begins !'

The men started to drink. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The bozo were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely slacken. Did my Master want me to go over and flirt with them, or wait until they called me ? I decided to go to the bar and get a few beers out of the cooler for when I needed to replace the vacuous 1.

The bells chimed every minute. professional had set up a talker to his earphone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to finish their low gear beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to stay on top of thing, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The maiden 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this mightiness hour and worry about the piss play after.

Master shook his vacuous beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh one. I handed it over with a smile 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 realize us put his impudent beer bottle into our twat and tell us to do it the bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our cunt but he didn't concern. He told us that's how he liked his bottles cleaned.

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

‘ rushing up. There are crapulence being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the feeding bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being foreign to my cunt. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the feeding bottle.

‘ Good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my champion want their bottles cleaned.'victor winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the Guy would tell me to hold on fucking myself with the feeding bottle. Then by the metre the hombre 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 keep up.

Between my stage was a sticky mess from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass buttock were burnished red. Some of the guys really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a competitor to see which of them could leave their handprint on my ass for the farsighted. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me more. My victor said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the index hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddle pool that master had made me bodge up this morning. 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 bitch to mud wrestle for the Guy, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the bozo were getting More buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those bozo were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. One man squeezed my boob so hard while I cleaned his bottleful that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my case intemperate and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The hombre beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hr to end.

I struggled on for the adjacent twenty minutes, tears running down my case as my ass got even redder and the smooching got more forceful. Some of the guy rope had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the drinkable, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would call sentence on the mogul hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't occupy we still have raft of time for fun .'I got up off the earth and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would establish me a mini-break so I could rub lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my hired man and brought me over to the keg that had remained unmoved for the past hour.

'Now my beloved fuckpig it is clock time for you to have a delicacy. You 're going to do a keg stand and drink as much as I tell you to. Do n't concern I can see from your aspect that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own in effect if you wan na survive the arcsecond constituent of the party. You 'll find it easier if you are almost passed out .'

Now I was scared, but before I had a chance to plead, the keg had been tapped and two of the bozo had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My victor forced the electron tube into my sass and affectionate foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't hold on my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as much as possible. 'Keep drinking shoat'my original whispered into my ear. I could assure he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guy wire let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the ground as they laughed. 'Shower sentence'I heard the man who had won the rivalry for slapping me holler at the balance of the guy cable. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling puddle replete of cold peeing and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their weewee.

'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. Remember the only regulation goes is that her fat snatch is mine. After that, I do n't worry what you do. Oh, and if you do n't need your expression to be recognised on film, there are masque behind the bar. I 'm indisputable you do n't require to be associated with a piece of diddly-shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't birth sentence to bring it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter taste of urine enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to urinate on me. I could experience more streams of urinate hitting my look as the start guy told me to clean his putz. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop drunkenness beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that hollow of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as very much as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't miss the feel of pee-pee being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my prick contracting as it was doused with piddle.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard grabbed my head and shoved it into the consortium of moth-eaten piss. He dragged my look over and back and shouted at me to wassail up while I could feel him pissing all over the book binding of my drumhead. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his foot on my pass to keep my brass in the pissing.

Instantly I could palpate handwriting on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his piss for lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more dusty piss I ended up swallowing. I could find my ass being shoved in one steering and the next as the guys fucked me punishing. While my bastard gaped they aimed their piss directly in the hole and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master asked as he watched the guy wire raping my ass. I shook my head. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his headphone in his hand. He motioned for the guys to finish and then pointed the telephone at me .'I want you to look into this camera, go on all IV, and rise your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the citizenry who watch this telecasting to intend you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an literal adult female would let men treat her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'

I felt so chagrined. Who would dominate show this video 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 trial run to see if I had left behind my old estimation of who I was. Would I comprehend life as victor 's numeral one bitch ? That I had become so perverse that I did n't manage what my ally and class saw, all I wanted was sea captain 's cock.

I looked into the earpiece camera and began to bark. I could feel my piss flowing out between my stage. The guys were whistling at me and my original was smiling. I barked louder with my article of faith. This was what I had become. I was whatever my maestro wanted me to be .