I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long fourth dimension. In the hebdomad leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big debut. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddies to his billet for a big party. There was going to be lots of food and unlimited drinking. I was going to be the server, making sure that the guy had drinks at all times and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to outwear 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 catch that my passe-partout made me wear that had - beef - written across it in rhinestones. The company was all set up. oodles of nutrient and bottleful 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 revel watching me perform my commencement baron hour. 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 odor of BBQ wafting through. When each of the guy wire walked in their optic looked me up and down. I was so exposed to them, I knew I must be blushing. I could see a few guys already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My Master hadn't mentioned the world power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my power hours are one of the highlighting of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power 60 minutes debut. She has no idea what's ahead for her but I've no dubiousness that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

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

‘ The rules of the power hour are the same 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 hired man on my ass.

‘ Right, so a ability hour is simple. For the future 60 min, every bit you hear a gong gong you must make a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will get sure that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a deglutition by the next bell shape 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 free to piss on her, in her or make her drink it. You can dishonor her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her snatch, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe adjacent year we'll have a pregnant sow to use.'

One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few guy rope laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more intense than my captain usually organised. At near I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a sentence. But here there was 12. And captain 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 bozo with full bladders. And they could peck me severe ? ? I looked at my original, worry etched all over my boldness. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

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

To get his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife position on you. You no longer had to give birth insensate showers and to appease naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the emollient pies from his other squawk. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit following to him as he tormented the other beef. You could hand 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 original to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the future few hour brought in the Bob Hope that I'd please him to relieve oneself me phone number one. I took a oceanic abyss breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ power hour begins !'

The men started to drink in. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The hombre were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. 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 abandon I.

The bells chimed every moment. Master had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to stop their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to delay on top of matter, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The first 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could endure this major power hour and worry about the piss play after.

master copy shook his empty beer feeding bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a bracing 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 relieve oneself us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and assure us to have intercourse 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 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.

‘ hurry up. There are drinks being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the nursing bottle into my kitty-cat, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my slit. 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 protagonist want their bottleful cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guys would narrate me to keep fucking myself with the feeding bottle. Then by the time the Guy who put me over their laps and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get Thomas More beers from the bar. I just couldn't preserve up.

Between my legs was a sticky spate from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass brass were bright red. Some of the cat really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a rivalry 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 overleap changing beers just so they could slap me Sir Thomas More. My Master said zip, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the might hr, I noticed that some of the bozo were peeing into a paddling kitty that master copy had made me bodge up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would detect out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another squawk to mud wrestle for the hombre, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guys were getting More buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guy wire were particularly handsy when I refreshed their crapulence. One man squeezed my breasts so hard while I cleaned his feeding bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face hard and shouted that I was a dolt screw pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at overlord and his face remained completely passive. I now really wanted this 60 minutes to end.

I struggled on for the next 20 minutes, tears running down my facial expression as my ass got even redder and the caressing got more emphatic. Some of the guy rope had commanded that I crawl on all quartet to get the potable, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at superior, hoping that he would call clip on the index time of day.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and knell the bell shape. A few of the guy cable booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have plenty of clip 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 lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my bridge player and brought me over to the keg that had remained unmoved for the by hour.

'Now my honey fuckpig it is time for you to have a dainty. 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 typeface that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own honest if you wan na survive the 2d voice of the company. You 'll come up it loose 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 guys had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My professional forced the tube into my mouth and warmly foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't arrest my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to tope as practically as potential. 'Keep drinking piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could secern he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the Guy let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the ground as they laughed. 'Shower meter'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holloa at the rest of the guys. The hombre who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling puddle wide of stale piss and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their piss.

'Now that the fuckpig is in property, she is now the new urinal. Remember the solitary prescript goes is that her fat pussycat is mine. After that, I do n't care what you do. Oh, and if you do n't require your expression to be recognised on film, there are masquerade party behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a piece of damn like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have fourth dimension to bring it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter penchant of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few hombre were already lined up ready to urinate on me. I could finger more watercourse of piss hitting my aspect as the first guy told me to clean his tool. They all had so much piss from an 60 minutes of non-stop crapulence beer.

'Bend over and scatter your asscheeks, truelove, meter to piss that golf hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his knickers. 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 escape the notion of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could sense my asshole catching as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard snap up my foreland and shoved it into the pond of moth-eaten water. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could finger him pissing all over the back of my head. I was coughing and spluttering from the peeing, but he just put his foot on my head to hold back my expression in the pee.

Instantly I could feel hands on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his peeing for lubricant and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the to a greater extent stale pee I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one steering and the future as the guys fucked me grueling. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the fix and cheered each former when they hit the target area.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My sea captain asked as he watched the Guy raping my ass. I shook my oral sex. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his phone in his paw. He motioned for the guys to finish and then pointed the sound at me .'I want you to appear into this photographic camera, go on all quatern, and swipe your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the citizenry who watch this video to recollect you believe you are a dog. They would never call up that an actual woman would let men treat her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'

I felt so abash. Who would Master evidence this picture to ? Would it go viral ? Would people see me pissing like a dog and bespeak me out on the street ? I knew this was a test to see if I had left behind my old estimate of who I was. Would I embrace life as passkey 's numeral one squawk ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my friends and sept saw, all I wanted was Master 's cock.

I looked into the phone camera and began to skin. I could feel my weewee flowing out between my legs. The guy 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 skipper wanted me to be .