I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long time. In the calendar week 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 lieu for a big political party. There was going to be passel of food and straight-out drink. I was going to be the server, making for certain that the guys had deglutition at all times and were well-chosen. 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 apprehension that my passe-partout made me fag out that had - cunt - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. mint of food and bottle of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his admirer would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My lord had said he'd enjoy watching me perform my first power hour. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprisal for the party.

By four everyone was here. All the hombre were sitting around the backyard with the smell of BBQ wafting through. When each of the guys 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 dick. My master copy hadn't mentioned the power time of day yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ valet de chambre, thank you for coming to my political party. As you know my power time of day are one of the highlight of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her major power minute debut. She has no mind what's ahead for her but I've no incertitude that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My external respiration had quickened. I didn't like the tone of my Master's vocalism. He was smiling but I knew that looking at. Things were about to crazy.

‘ The linguistic rule of the world power hour are the Sami 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 handwriting on my ass.

‘ right hand, so a power hour is dewy-eyed. For the future 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell bell you must take a large gulp from your drink. The fuckpig here will nominate sure 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 chime, feel gratuitous to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to instruct her to be the perfect hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a puddle pig and you are free people to wee-wee on her, in her or ready her swallow it. You can rape her ass or pharynx fuck her as 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 fraught 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 vivid than my Master usually organised. At almost I'd only ever been with 2 guys 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 schoolmaster and 12 guy wire with full bladders. And they could peck me hard ? ? I looked at my maestro, worry etched all over my fount. Surely this had to be a trick ? ? ?

His hand caressed my grimace 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 wire are pleased with your carrying into action, you will get my number one bitch and all the fringe benefit that it affords.'

To turn his number one was a big mickle. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to own cold exhibitioner and to stay naked at all meter in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the ointment PIE from his other bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the former bitches. You could throw demands 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 captain to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the succeeding few hours brought in the Hope that I'd please him to make me number one. I took a deep breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ business leader time of day 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 toy 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 vacate ones.

The bells chimed every arcminute. Master had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guy had begun to end 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 second went by and everything seemed to be hunky-dory. I could live on this power time of day and worry about the wee-wee play after.

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

‘ clean and jerk 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 draw us put his unused beer bottle into our pussy and tell us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be dusty and wet in our snatch but he didn't care. He told us that's how he liked his feeding bottle cleaned.

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

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

‘ Good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my booster want their nursing bottle cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guys would assure me to go along fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the time the guys who put me over their lap covering and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't celebrate up.

Between my peg was a sticky mess from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were brightly 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 their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every clock time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me Sir Thomas More. My Master said zilch, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power hour, I noticed that some of the guy cable were peeing into a toddle consortium that Master had made me blow 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 beef to mud wrestle for the guy, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the hombre were getting Sir Thomas More buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guy wire were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. One man squeezed my knocker so hard while I cleaned his nursing bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my human face severe and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely peaceful. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, snag running down my face as my ass got even flushed and the fondling 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 key, hoping that he would bid time on the mightiness hr.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and call up the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have pot of time for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would turn over me a mini-break so I could rub application onto my ass. Instead, he took my hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past times time of day.

'Now my dearest fuckpig it is time for you to take a goody. 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 face that you do n't really need to. But believe me, this is for your own just if you wan na survive the second part of the party. You 'll recover 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 guy cable had grabbed my ramification and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the tube-shaped structure into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't cease my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to booze as lots as possible. 'Keep drinking piggy'my captain 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 clip'I heard the man who had won the challenger for slapping me holler at the rest of the guys. The guy rope who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full of stale piddle and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their water.

'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. call back the alone 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 facial expression to be recognised on plastic film, there are masquerade party behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a slice of SOB like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't ingest prison term to play it up with professional when I felt the hot vitriolic taste of puddle enter my back talk. I could see a few guy cable were already lined up set to piss on me. I could feel more streams of piss hitting my face as the world-class guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so a great deal urine from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and scatter your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. 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 neglect the look of puddle being aimed directly for my motherfucker. I could experience my asshole catching as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my titty so hard grabbed my head and shoved it into the syndicate 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 ft on my head to keep back my look in the piss.

Instantly I could find hands on my hip and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his piddle for lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more stale weewee I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guy wire fucked me hard. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the fix and cheered each other when they hit the target area.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master asked as he watched the bozo 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 hired hand. He motioned for the guys to land up and then pointed the sound at me .'I want you to await into this tv camera, go on all fours, and raise your leg like the cunt you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the mass who watch this television to think you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an actual woman would let men process 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 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 to see if I had left behind my old idea of who I was. Would I squeeze life as Master 's number one bitch ? That I had become so reprobate that I did n't care what my Quaker and family saw, all I wanted was maestro 's peter.

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