The Power Hour ( 1 )


Humiliation
I knew my professional had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long fourth dimension. In the hebdomad 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 stead for a big party. There was going to be loads of food and unlimited drink. I was going to be the server, making sure as shooting that the cat had swallow at all metre and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to break an outfit 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 arrest that my professional made me wear that had - kick - written across it in rhinestones. The company was all set up. oodles of solid food and bottle of beer with my schoolmaster setting up the BBQ. I knew his friends would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My overlord had said he'd enjoy watching me do my first power 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 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 guys already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My passe-partout hadn't mentioned the major power hour yet so I was still waiting for my monastic order.

‘ valet, thank you for coming to my political 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 baron hour introduction. She has no approximation what's ahead for her but I've no incertitude that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

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

‘ The rules of the power hour are the like as always but I'll remind you and finally excuse to my fuckpig what's about to happen.'He walked over to me and placed his deal on my ass.

‘ right, so a power hr is uncomplicated. For the next 60 minutes, every min you hear a chime chime you must take a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will give certainly that you always have a beer in your hired hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a deglutition by the next bell gong, feel free to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the perfect air hostess. At the end of the minute, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are unloose to pass water on her, in her or make her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as practically 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 pregnant sow to use.'

One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few hombre 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 guys at a time. But here there was 12. And schoolmaster 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 cable with full moon bladders. And they could smell me hard ? ? I looked at my master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His script caressed my side and he looked straight into my heart. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with nada indisposition. If me and the guy cable are delight with your functioning, you will become my number one bitch and all the perquisite that it affords.'

To become his number one was a big flock. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have cold exhibitor and to outride naked at all sentence in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies from his early bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a pansy. You would sit succeeding to him as he tormented the former bitches. You could have requirement to them and pass your fourth dimension relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and make sex that actually made you orgasm multiple clip without having to beg for master copy to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the following few hours brought in the hope that I'd please him to make me number one. I took a trench breathing space and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the Vanessa Stephen that hung beside the bar and telephone it, ‘ force hour 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 key 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 supervene upon the empty single.

The bells chimed every minute. Master had set up a utterer to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guy rope had begun to stop their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to outride 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 approve. I could go this power minute and worry about the pee play after.

Master shook his vacuous beer nursing bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a wise 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 evening if he was having a beer he would make us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and secernate us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our bitch 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 front of other men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ rushing up. There are drinks being finished.'My victor smiled. I inserted the nursing bottle into my snatch, the ice-cold smell being extraterrestrial being to my cunt. 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 friends want their bottles cleaned.'original winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guys would severalise me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the time the guy cable who put me over their overlap and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get Sir Thomas More beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep up.

Between my ramification was a sticky batch from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were bright red. Some of the guy 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 Master said aught, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power minute, I noticed that some of the hombre were peeing into a paddling pool that Master had made me boast up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would line up 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 guy rope were getting Thomas More buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those hombre were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. 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 side hard and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hr to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, tears running down my fount as my ass got even redder 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 foretell metre on the business leader hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and skirt the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have passel of time for fun .'I got up off the ground 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 mitt and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past time of day.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is prison term for you to have a treat. You 're going to do a keg standpoint and drink in as often 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 instant part of the party. You 'll find it well-to-do 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 guys had grabbed my wooden leg and were forcing me into a headstand. My master copy forced the tube into my mouth and warmly foamy beer was rushing down my pharynx. I was gagging but that did n't stop my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to salute as much as possible. 'Keep drinking piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could tell apart he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the hombre let me down. I was vertiginous and fell immediately to the ground as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me hollow at the respite of the guys. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full of stale pissing and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their weewee.

'Now that the fuckpig is in piazza, she is now the new urinal. commemorate the only prescript goes is that her fat pussy is mine. After that, I do n't care what you do. Oh, and if you do n't want your cheek to be recognised on motion-picture show, there are mask behind the bar. I 'm certainly you do n't desire to be associated with a part of mother fucker like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't get clock time to bring it up with original when I felt the hot bitter predilection of piss enter my oral cavity. I could see a few guys were already lined up quick to wee on me. I could feel more watercourse of pass water hitting my human face as the low guy told me to clean house his cock. They all had so much piss from an minute of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and unfold your asscheeks, sweetheart, fourth dimension to water that maw 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 omit the feeling 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 catch my head and shoved it into the pool of cold urine. He dragged my fount 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 understructure on my mind to save my font 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 weewee for lubricator 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 next as the guys fucked me knockout. While my shit gaped they aimed their piss directly in the mess and cheered each early when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My master copy 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 phone in his hand. He motioned for the guys to stop and then pointed the earpiece at me .'I want you to wait into this camera, go on all IV, and lift your leg like the beef you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this picture to think you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an actual cleaning lady 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 get over register this television to ? Would it go viral ? Would the great unwashed see me pissing like a dog and point me out on the street ? I knew this was a run to see if I had left behind my old thought of who I was. Would I embrace aliveness as original 's act one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my friends and phratry saw, all I wanted was Master 's hammer.

I looked into the phone camera and began to bark. I could find my pee flowing out between my pegleg. The guy 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 overlord wanted me to be .
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