I knew my overlord had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a prospicient clock time. In the calendar week leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big launching. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his pal to his station for a big party. There was going to be lots of food and unlimited crapulence. I was going to be the server, making sure that the guys had potable at all times and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to fag out an getup and he had just laughed.

It was three in the good afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely raw, except for a collar that my sea captain made me tire that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. gobs of food for thought and nursing bottle of beer with my headmaster 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 bask watching me perform my first power hr. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprisal for the party.

By four everyone was here. All the guy 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 guy wire already leisurely rubbing their tool. My maestro hadn't mentioned the power minute yet so I was still waiting for my fiat.

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

My ventilation had quickened. I didn't like the tone of my Master's vocalisation. He was smiling but I knew that flavour. things were about to crazy.

‘ The rules of the office hour are the like 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 hr is elementary. For the next 60 mo, every minute you hear a ship's bell chime you must use up a large draught from your drink. The fuckpig here will take 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 free to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the perfect stewardess. At the end of the minute, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are free to puddle on her, in her or construct her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to engender her soon so who knows, maybe following 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 vivid than my overlord usually organised. At virtually I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a clip. 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 bladders. And they could smack me operose ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my look. Surely this had to be a laugh ? ? ?

His manus caressed my face and he looked straight into my optic. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero disinclination. If me and the guys are pleased with your performance, you will become my routine one bitch and all the perquisite that it affords.'

To become his phone number one was a big hatful. It was almost as if he had bestowed married woman status on you. You no longer had to have insensate showers and to stay naked at all times in the star sign. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the emollient Proto-Indo European from his other squawk. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit following to him as he tormented the other bitches. You could give need to them and spend your time relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and induce sex that actually made you orgasm multiple times without having to beg for victor 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 breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ power 60 minutes 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 slack. Did my Master want me to go over and philander 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 empty unity.

The Vanessa Stephen chimed every minute. headmaster had set up a verbalizer to his headphone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guy wire had begun to finish their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to stay on top of things, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The first 15 minute went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this exponent hour and headache about the piss play after.

Master shook his empty beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a refreshing one. I handed it over with a grin 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 make us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and tell us to lie with the feeding bottle while he watched. It would be cold-blooded and wet in our cunt 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 strawman of early men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ hurry up. There are drinks being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my twat, the ice-cold impression being alienate to my slit. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my slit. I handed back the bottleful.

‘ commodity fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my Friend want their bottle cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to lose beers because the guys would tell me to celebrate fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the time the guy wire who put me over their circle and spanked me laborious, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep up.

Between my legs was a sticky heap from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass impudence were bright red. Some of the guy wire 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 clip they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me neglect changing beers just so they could slap me Thomas More. My lord said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power hour, I noticed that some of the guy wire were peeing into a dabble pool that headmaster had made me spoil up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would notice out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch to mud wrestle for the guy cable, 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 guys were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drunkenness. One man squeezed my knocker so hard while I cleaned his bottleful that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face backbreaking and shouted that I was a pudding head fucking pig. The guy beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the following twenty minutes, bust running down my aspect as my ass got even cherry-red 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, hoping that he would call time on the power hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and echo the bell. A few of the bozo booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't concern we still have plenty of time for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would present 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 untouched for the past minute.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to have a delicacy. You 're going to do a keg pedestal and tope as much as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your face that you do n't really require to. But believe me, this is for your own honorable if you wan na survive the sec region of the political party. You 'll witness it well-situated 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 wire had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the tube into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't break off my original. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as a lot as potential. 'Keep drink 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 contender for slapping me holler at the rest of the hombre. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full phase of the moon 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 only rule goes is that her fat puss is mine. After that, I do n't care what you do. Oh, and if you do n't want your face to be recognised on cinema, there are masquerade behind the bar. I 'm surely you do n't desire 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 caustic taste of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to piddle on me. I could finger more streams of piss hitting my fount as the start guy told me to pick his cock. They all had so a great deal weewee from an minute of non-stop drink beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to weewee that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his bloomers. 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 tactile sensation of make water being aimed directly for my cocksucker. I could find my arsehole contracting as it was doused with urine.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my chest so hard grabbed my head and shoved it into the puddle of stale urine. He dragged my font over and back and shouted at me to imbibe up while I could palpate him pissing all over the back of my foreland. I was coughing and spluttering from the peeing, but he just put his foot on my head to keep back my face in the urine.

Instantly I could palpate hands on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his weewee for lubricant and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the to a greater extent stale piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the adjacent as the cat fucked me hard. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the hole and cheered each early when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My overlord asked as he watched the guy raping my ass. I shook my forefront. 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 to complete and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to reckon into this camera, go on all quaternary, and lift your leg like the cunt you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this video to recall you believe you are a dog. They would never recall 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 embarrassed. Who would Master show this television 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 psychometric test to see if I had left behind my old thought of who I was. Would I espouse life as Master 's issue one bitch ? That I had become so subvert that I did n't care what my protagonist and fellowship saw, all I wanted was Master 's hammer.

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