I knew my maestro had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a foresighted time. In the workweek leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big debut. It was the St St. Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddies to his lieu for a big party. There was going to be lots of food and outright drinking. I was going to be the waiter, making sure that the guys had drinkable at all meter and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to tire an rig and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely raw, except for a choker that my Master made me get into that had - gripe - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. sight of solid food and nursing bottle of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his acquaintance would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My professional had said he'd bask watching me perform my first off power hour. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the party.

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 cable 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 dick. My Master hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ gentleman's gentleman, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my power hours are one of the highlight of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power hour debut. She has no approximation 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 Master's articulation. He was smiling but I knew that facial expression. things were about to crazy.

‘ The regulation of the power 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 tycoon hour is simpleton. For the next 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell gong you must take a large gulp from your drink. The fuckpig here will pee sure that you always have a beer in your bridge player. If your beer runs out and you don't have a beverage by the succeeding Vanessa Stephen chime, feel dislodge to paddle my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the gross hostess. At the end of the 60 minutes, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are free to piss on her, in her or make her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as very much as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to cover 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 guys laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more intense than my schoolmaster usually organised. At nigh I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a meter. 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 guy wire with full bladder. And they could peck me hard ? ? I looked at my master copy, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a caper ? ? ?

His hired man caressed my face and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with aught reluctance. If me and the Guy are pleased with your public presentation, you will become my number one cunt and all the perk that it affords.'

To turn his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have cold cascade and to persist naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to chagrin yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies from his other cunt. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit following to him as he tormented the former bitches. You could give demand to them and pass your prison term 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 headmaster to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the future few hours brought in the Hope that I'd please him to progress to me number one. I took a cryptical breathing time 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. 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 headmaster 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 vacuous ones.

The bells chimed every minute. superior had set up a speaker to his telephone set and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to land up their maiden 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 of arc went by and everything seemed to be ok. I could pull round this power hour and worry about the piss gambling after.

Master shook his empty beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a brisk 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 even if he was having a beer he would give us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussycat and tell us to fuck 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 front man of early men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ haste up. There are crapulence being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my kitty-cat, the ice-cold feeling being disaffect to my bitch. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the bottle.

‘ Good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my acquaintance want their bottles cleaned.'passe-partout winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to overleap beers because the guy would tell me to go along fucking myself with the feeding bottle. Then by the clock time the cat who put me over their lap covering and spanked me toilsome, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep up.

Between my legs was a viscous quite a little from the unlike beers they all drank and I knew my ass brass were brilliant 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 alone their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me more. My schoolmaster said nix, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the big businessman 60 minutes, I noticed that some of the guy rope were peeing into a coggle puddle that master had made me blow up this aurora. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would get hold out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch to mud hand-to-hand struggle for the guys, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the Guy were getting to a greater extent buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those Guy were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. One man squeezed my boob so hard while I cleaned his bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my side hard and shouted that I was a stupid screw pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely inactive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty moment, tears running down my side as my ass got even ruddy and the fondling got more forceful. Some of the hombre had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the drinks, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at superior, hoping that he would send for metre on the power time of day.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the Vanessa Stephen. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have plentitude of time for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would kick in me a mini-break so I could rub application onto my ass. Instead, he took my paw and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past hour.

'Now my dearest fuckpig it is clip for you to possess a treat. You 're going to do a keg base and drink as much as I tell you to. Do n't concern I can see from your human face that you do n't really need to. But believe me, this is for your own commodity if you wan na survive the arcsecond persona of the 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 hombre had grabbed my peg and were forcing me into a headstand. My original forced the thermionic valve into my mouth and quick foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as much as possible. 'Keep boozing shoat'my master copy whispered into my ear. I could order he was enjoying this.

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

'Now that the fuckpig is in topographic point, she is now the new urinal. Remember the only rule goes is that her fat pussy is mine. After that, I do n't wish what you do. Oh, and if you do n't need your face to be recognised on moving-picture show, there are masque behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a piece of music of diddlyshit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have time to land it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter gustatory perception of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guy rope were already lined up gear up to piss on me. I could finger more streams of piss hitting my face as the first guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so a lot weewee from an time of day of non-stop imbibition beer.

'Bend over and broadcast your asscheeks, sweetie, clock time to water that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his trouser. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as a lot as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't miss the tactile sensation of weewee being aimed directly for my mother fucker. I could sense my shit contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard snap up my read/write head and shoved it into the pool of moth-eaten piss. 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 piss, but he just put his foot on my head to keep open my aspect in the urine.

Instantly I could find hired man on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his peeing 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 cable fucked me hard. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piddle directly in the hole 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 head teacher. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his phone in his bridge player. He motioned for the bozo to fetch up and then pointed the telephone at me .'I want you to look into this camera, go on all fours, and lift your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the citizenry who watch this video to think you believe you are a dog. They would never call back that an actual cleaning 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 humiliated. Who would Master indicate this picture 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 mental test to see if I had left behind my old ideas of who I was. Would I adopt life as Master 's number one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't deal what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was Master 's cock.

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