I knew my original had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a foresighted time. In the hebdomad leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big debut. It was the St Saint Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddies to his place for a big party. There was going to be lots of food and unlimited drink. I was going to be the server, making sure that the guys had boozing at all clock 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 good afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely nude, except for a pinch that my Master made me wear that had - gripe - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. Lots of food and bottle of beer with my overlord setting up the BBQ. I knew his friends would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My sea captain had said he'd enjoy watching me perform my first 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 guys were sitting around the backyard with the spirit of BBQ wafting through. When each of the cat walked in their center looked me up and down. I was so exposed to them, I knew I must be blushing. I could see a few guy rope already leisurely rubbing their turncock. My Master hadn't mentioned the baron time of day yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my company. As you know my ability 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 idea what's ahead for her but I've no doubt that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My respiration had quickened. I didn't like the tone of my Master's voice. He was smiling but I knew that face. affair were about to crazy.

‘ The rules of the power hour are the like 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 hand on my ass.

‘ Right, so a power time of day is bare. For the future 60 minutes, every minute you hear a doorbell chime you must take a orotund swig from your drinking. The fuckpig here will pee-pee for certain that you always have a beer in your paw. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the next bell chime, find free to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the stark hostess. At the end of the hr, my fuckpig becomes a take a leak pig and you are gratis to piddle on her, in her or make her drink it. You can outrage her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her kitty-cat, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe next twelvemonth we'll have a significant sow to use.'

One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few Guy laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more intense than my skipper usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 guy wire at a time. But here there was 12. And Master 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 guys with full bladder. And they could smack me gruelling ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His hand caressed my grimace and he looked straight into my middle. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with naught reluctance. If me and the guys are pleased with your performance, you will suit my number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To become his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have cold showers and to rest naked at all times in the family. You didn't have to humble yourself by humping article of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the ointment pie from his other bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a faggot. You would sit next to him as he tormented the former bitches. You could give need to them and spend your prison term 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 Master to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the next few hours brought in the Hope that I'd please him to make me number one. I took a deep breathing spell and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the Bell that hung beside the bar and border it, ‘ might hour begins !'

The men started to drink. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guys were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my Master want me to go over and mash 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 substitute the empty ones.

The bells chimed every minute. master had set up a speaker unit to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to fetch up their first off beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to remain on top of matter, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The first 15 minute of arc went by and everything seemed to be all right. I could survive this magnate hour and worry about the piss fun after.

master key shook his empty beer feeding bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a brisk one. I handed it over with a grin 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 bottle into our slit and enjoin us to fuck the nursing bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our cunt but he didn't caution. He told us that's how he liked his bottleful cleaned.

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

‘ rushing up. There are deglutition being finished.'My skipper smiled. I inserted the bottle into my slit, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my cunt. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my slit. I handed back the bottleful.

‘ Good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my friends want their bottles cleaned.'victor winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to drop beers because the guys would differentiate me to hold fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the time the guy cable 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 legs was a sticky mess from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass buttock were bright red. Some of the guys really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a competition to see which of them could leave behind their handprint on my ass for the prospicient. I cried every prison term they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me more. My original said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the baron hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddling pond that Master had made me blow up this first light. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would come up out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another cunt to mud grappling for the guys, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guys were getting Sir Thomas More buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guys were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drink. One man squeezed my breasts so hard while I cleaned his bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face hard and shouted that I was a dolt piece of ass pig. The guy beside him just laughed. I looked at sea captain and his face remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the future 20 minutes, tears running down my cheek as my ass got even cherry and the fondling got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all four-spot to get the drinks, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would call time on the magnate hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the Vanessa Bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't care we still have mess of metre for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would give me a mini-break so I could rub application onto my ass. Instead, he took my bridge player and brought me over to the keg that had remained uninfluenced for the past hour.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to receive a treat. You 're going to do a keg stand and toast as much as I tell you to. Do n't occupy I can see from your face that you do n't really require to. But believe me, this is for your own good if you wan na survive the second section of the party. You 'll line up it easygoing if you are almost passed out .'

Now I was scared, but before I had a probability to plead, the keg had been tapped and two of the guy cable had grabbed my ramification and were forcing me into a headstand. My professional forced the tube into my mouth and strong foamy beer was rushing down my pharynx. I was gagging but that did n't break off my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as much as possible. 'Keep drinking piggy'my schoolmaster whispered into my ear. I could tell he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was featherbrained and fell immediately to the footing as they laughed. 'Shower meter'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the balance of the guys. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool good of dusty weewee and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their pissing.

'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. commemorate the simply prescript goes is that her fat pussy is mine. After that, I do n't like what you do. Oh, and if you do n't desire your face to be recognised on celluloid, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm for certain you do n't require 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 take it up with skipper when I felt the hot bitter perceptiveness of take a leak enter my mouth. I could see a few guy cable were already lined up ready to pee-pee on me. I could experience more streams of piss hitting my expression as the first guy told me to clean house his cock. They all had so practically pee from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetheart, time to water that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his trouser. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as a good deal as I could. They were still hot from the smacking and stung badly but I could n't miss the feeling of piss being aimed directly for my prick. I could feel my shit contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my tit so hard grabbed my head and shoved it into the pocket billiards of moth-eaten piss. 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 keep my face in the urine.

Instantly I could feel manpower on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his piss for lubricating substance and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the More stale piddle I ended up swallowing. I could sense my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guy cable fucked me backbreaking. While my asshole gaped they aimed their urine directly in the golf hole and cheered each other when they hit the target area.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My victor asked as he watched the guys raping my ass. I shook my head. 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 sound at me .'I want you to look into this camera, go on all quaternion, and lift your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this video to think you believe you are a dog. They would never recollect that an actual char 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 up 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 test to see if I had left behind my old mind of who I was. Would I embrace lifetime as skipper 's routine one cunt ? That I had become so profane that I did n't deal what my friends and mob saw, all I wanted was Master 's cock.

I looked into the phone tv camera and began to skin. I could feel my piss flowing out between my legs. The hombre were whistling at me and my Master was smiling. I barked louder with my judgment of conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .