I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long clock time. In the weeks leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big unveiling. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his chum to his place for a big party. There was going to be mess of solid food and straight-out swallow. I was going to be the server, making certainly that the guys had drinks at all times and were felicitous. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to break 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 apprehension that my master key made me assume that had - squawk - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. Lots of nutrient and nursing bottle of beer with my sea captain 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 might 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 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 turncock. My master hadn't mentioned the power time of day yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my world power hours are one of the highlights of the yr. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her force time of day debut. She has no estimate what's ahead for her but I've no question that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My breathing had quickened. I didn't like the tone of my passe-partout's voice. He was smiling but I knew that looking at. things were about to crazy.

‘ The rules of the power 60 minutes are the same 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 baron hour is unsubdivided. For the adjacent 60 minutes, every minute you hear a Alexander Melville Bell bell you must occupy a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will get sure 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, 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 make on her, in her or produce her drink it. You can dishonor her ass or throat fuck her as lots as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe next class we'll have a fraught 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 vivid than my Master usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 hombre at a prison term. But here there was 12. And maestro only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my maestro and 12 cat with full vesica. And they could smack me hard ? ? I looked at my maestro, worry etched all over my fount. Surely this had to be a trick ? ? ?

His hand caressed my expression 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 suit my number one cunt and all the perks that it affords.'

To go his act one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife condition on you. You no longer had to have coldness showers and to stay naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping piece of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies from his early bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a poof. You would sit future to him as he tormented the former bitches. You could give requirement to them and spend your meter relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and experience 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 following few 60 minutes brought in the Hope that I'd please him to make me number one. I took a recondite breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the Bell that hung beside the bar and call up it, ‘ power 60 minutes begins !'

The men started to booze. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guy wire were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely loosen. Did my master want me to go over and play 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 1.

The Vanessa Stephen chimed every min. Master had set up a talker to his telephone set 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 rest on top of things, 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 survive this power hour and trouble about the weewee play after.

professional shook his hollow beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a unused 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 eventide if he was having a beer he would make us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and tell us to have it off the bottle while he watched. It would be cold 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 movement of other men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ rush up. There are drinks being finished.'My captain smiled. I inserted the feeding bottle into my puss, the ice-cold tactual sensation being alien to my slit. I thrust it a few clock time, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussycat. I handed back the bottleful.

‘ commodity fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my friends want their feeding bottle cleaned.'master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guy wire would enjoin me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the sentence the guy wire who put me over their laps and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get to a greater extent beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep up.

Between my stage was a muggy mess from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass impudence 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 bequeath their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every prison term they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me neglect changing beers just so they could slap me Sir Thomas More. My schoolmaster said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddling pool that schoolmaster had made me blow up this morn. 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 wrestle for the guys, 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 drink. One man squeezed my breasts so hard while I cleaned his nursing bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my facial expression strong and shouted that I was a poor fish fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his grimace remained completely peaceful. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty arcminute, tears running down my human face as my ass got even redder and the hugging got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the deglutition, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at professional, hoping that he would call time on the power hr.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and echo the bell. A few of the cat booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't concern we still have mountain of time for fun .'I got up off the basis 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 helping hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past hour.

'Now my honey fuckpig it is metre for you to have a treat. You 're going to do a keg standstill and drink as much as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your face 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 political party. You 'll find it easier if you are almost passed out .'

Now I was scared, but before I had a prospect to plead, the keg had been tapped and two of the Guy had grabbed my leg and were forcing me into a headstand. My captain forced the tube into my back talk and lovesome foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my schoolmaster. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to wassail as much as possible. 'Keep drinking piggy'my master whispered into my ear. I could enjoin he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the terra firma as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the rest of the bozo. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full of stale water and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their urine.

'Now that the fuckpig is in stead, she is now the new urinal. remember the only rule goes is that her fat pussy is mine. After that, I do n't give care what you do. Oh, and if you do n't want your look to be recognised on film, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm surely you do n't want to be associated with a while of diddlyshit 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 bitter perceptiveness of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to urinate on me. I could feel more streams of pass water hitting my aspect as the showtime guy told me to clean his hammer. They all had so much pissing from an hour of non-stop crapulence beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that gob of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his gasp. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as lots as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't lose the smell of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my bunghole contracting as it was doused with piddle.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my chest so hard catch my straits and shoved it into the pond of stale pissing. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could feel him pissing all over the spine of my foreland. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his ft on my head to stay fresh my aspect in the water.

Instantly I could sense hands on my articulatio coxae 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 piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the succeeding as the guys fucked me strong. While my arse gaped they aimed their piss directly in the hollow and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master asked as he watched the guys raping my ass. I shook my header. 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 guys to eat up and then pointed the sound at me .'I want you to look into this camera, go on all tetrad, and lift your leg like the beef you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the hoi polloi who watch this video to think you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an actual adult female 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 surmount bear witness 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 psychometric test to see if I had left behind my old ideas of who I was. Would I encompass liveliness as Master 's number one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my booster and family saw, all I wanted was original 's prick.

I looked into the headphone camera and began to bark. I could sense my pissing flowing out between my pegleg. The bozo 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 passe-partout wanted me to be .