I knew my Master had been waiting for this vacation weekend for a long clock time. In the weeks leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big launching. It was the St Saint Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddies to his stead for a big company. There was going to be oodles of food and unlimited boozing. 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 put on an kit and he had just laughed.

It was three in the good afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely naked, except for a choker that my Master made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. Lots of food and nursing bottle of beer with my master copy setting up the BBQ. I knew his acquaintance would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd delight watching me execute 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 guy wire were sitting around the backyard with the smell of BBQ wafting through. When each of the guy rope 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 guys already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My schoolmaster hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my force hr are one of the highlights of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power hour debut. She has no idea 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 tone of my passkey's voice. He was smiling but I knew that look. Things were about to crazy.

‘ The rules of the power 60 minutes 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 hand on my ass.

‘ right wing, so a office hour is simple. For the next 60 minute of arc, every minute you hear a Vanessa Stephen chime you must take a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will have sure that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the following bell chime, feel free to larrup my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to learn her to be the staring air hostess. At the end of the hr, my fuckpig becomes a take a leak pig and you are free to wee-wee on her, in her or make 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 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 bozo laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more intense than my schoolmaster usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a metre. 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 broad bladder. And they could smell me heavy ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my human face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

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

To become his issue one was a big batch. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife condition on you. You no longer had to throw frigid showers and to stay naked at all sentence in the sign of the zodiac. You didn't have to chagrin yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the ointment pie from his former bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit succeeding to him as he tormented the former bitches. You could give demands to them and expend your meter relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and sustain 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 mystifying breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the Bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ power time of day begins !'

The men started to salute. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guys were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely loosen up. 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 substitute the empty ones.

The bells chimed every hour. maestro had set up a speaker to his telephone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to finish their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to stick around on top of affair, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The inaugural 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be ok. I could survive this ability hour and worry about the urine play after.

master copy shook his empty beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh one. I handed it over with a grinning 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 establish us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and enjoin us to fuck the nursing bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our pussy but he didn't fear. He told us that's how he liked his bottle cleaned.

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

‘ Hurry up. There are swallow being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the feeding bottle into my slit, the ice-cold tactile sensation being alien to my twat. 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 supporter want their nursing bottle cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to escape beers because the guys would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the sentence the guys 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 hold back up.

Between my legs was a glutinous jam from the unlike beers they all drank and I knew my ass face were bright red. Some of the bozo really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a competition to see which of them could give their handprint on my ass for the longest. 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 master key said aught, 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 splash around pool that headmaster had made me be adrift up this dawning. 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 grapple for the guys, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guys were getting more than buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those cat were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. 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 case severe and shouted that I was a dolt screw pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at professional and his nerve remained completely passive voice. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next XX minutes, tears running down my case as my ass got even redder and the kissing got more forceful. Some of the guy had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the crapulence, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would call metre on the force hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the bell. A few of the Guy booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't vex we still have plenty of time for fun .'I got up off the earth and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would hand 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 retiring minute.

'Now my lamb fuckpig it is time for you to take in a treat. You 're going to do a keg stand and drink as a lot as I tell you to. Do n't concern I can see from your nerve that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own good if you wan na survive the second part of the company. You 'll find it easy 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 had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My captain forced the tube into my mouth and affectionate foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my headmaster. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as much as possible. 'Keep crapulence 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 soil as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competitor for slapping me bellowing at the rest of the cat. 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 piss.

'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. Remember the sole formula 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 want your face to be recognised on plastic film, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't require to be associated with a piece of music of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't possess time to bring it up with superior when I felt the hot bitter gustatory modality of piss enter my oral fissure. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to piss on me. I could sense more streams of wee-wee hitting my case as the first guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and distribute your asscheeks, sweetheart, fourth dimension 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 slap and stung badly but I could n't miss the touch sensation of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my asshole contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard snap up my head and shoved it into the pool of stale piddle. He dragged my look over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could feel him pissing all over the book binding of my fountainhead. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his foot on my heading to hold on my face in the piss.

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 piss for lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the Thomas More stale pee I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guys fucked me arduous. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the hole and cheered each early when they hit the target area.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master 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 headphone in his manus. He motioned for the guys to end up and then pointed the earpiece at me .'I want you to look into this photographic camera, go on all fours, and face-lift your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this telecasting to think you believe you are a dog. They would never guess 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 video to ? Would it go viral ? Would people see me pissing like a dog and manoeuver me out on the street ? I knew this was a test to see if I had left behind my old estimation of who I was. Would I embrace life as Master 's number one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my friends and family line 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 leg. The guys were whistling at me and my lord was smiling. I barked louder with my conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .