I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a yearn clip. In the hebdomad leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big debut. It was the St Saint Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his crony to his office for a big party. There was going to be lots of solid food and unlimited drink. I was going to be the host, making sure that the guys had drinks at all clip and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to hold out 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 shoe collar that my Master made me wear down that had - bitch - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. muckle of food and bottle of beer with my headmaster setting up the BBQ. I knew his protagonist would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd enjoy watching me execute my first power 60 minutes. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the party.

By four everyone was here. All the bozo were sitting around the backyard with the smell of BBQ wafting through. When each of the Guy 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 peter. My victor hadn't mentioned the great power minute yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ gentleman's gentleman, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my king hours 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 estimation 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 tincture of my professional's voice. He was smiling but I knew that look. Things were about to crazy.

‘ The formula of the power hour are the same 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 manus on my ass.

‘ Right, so a power 60 minutes is simple. For the adjacent 60 transactions, every minute you hear a bell gong you must take a large draught from your drink. The fuckpig here will make sure that you always have a beer in your deal. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drunkenness by the next bell chime, feel unloosen to spank 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 minute, my fuckpig becomes a make pig and you are free to make water on her, in her or make her drink it. You can plunder her ass or pharynx fuck her as much as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to cover her soon so who knows, maybe next class 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 Master usually organised. At nearly I'd only ever been with 2 guy cable at a time. 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 bladder. And they could smack me hard ? ? I looked at my passkey, worry etched all over my font. Surely this had to be a jocularity ? ? ?

His hand caressed my case and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero indisposition. If me and the Guy are please with your performance, you will become my number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To go his number one was a big softwood. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have cold shower and to stay on naked at all fourth dimension in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping article of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies from his other bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a fag. You would sit adjacent to him as he tormented the other bitches. You could give demands to them and spend your time relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and ingest 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 following few hour brought in the Hope that I'd please him to give 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 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 tank for when I needed to substitute the vacuous ones.

The bell shape chimed every minute. Master had set up a talker to his phone 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 last out on top of things, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The kickoff 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be OK. I could survive this force hr and worry about the piss play after.

overlord shook his hollow beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh 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 wise beer feeding bottle into our pussy and narrate us to fuck the feeding bottle while he watched. It would be stale and wet in our cunt but he didn't care. 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.

‘ hurriedness up. There are drinks being finished.'My schoolmaster smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my twat. I thrust it a few sentence, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the bottleful.

‘ Good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my supporter want their bottles cleaned.'master key winked. This was where it all began to ravel out. I started to miss beers because the guy cable would recite me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the meter 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 save up.

Between my legs was a sticky mountain from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass brass were undimmed red. Some of the hombre 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 tenacious. I cried every metre they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me more. My Master said nada, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power hr, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddling pool that master had made me blow up this cockcrow. 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 bozo, 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 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 face operose and shouted that I was a stupid ass pig. The guy rope beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely passive voice. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, crying running down my font as my ass got even redder and the fondling got more emphatic. Some of the guy rope had commanded that I crawl on all four-spot to get the drinkable, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at master copy, hoping that he would prognosticate time on the mogul hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and echo the bell. A few of the guy rope booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have tidy sum of time for fun .'I got up off the land 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 bridge player and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past hour.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to get a treat. You 're going to do a keg point of view and drink as a lot as I tell you to. Do n't occupy I can see from your brass that you do n't really require to. But believe me, this is for your own practiced if you wan na survive the second base part of the party. You 'll rule it easygoing 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 guys had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My victor forced the tube into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my pharynx. I was gagging but that did n't stop my passkey. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to toast as much as possible. 'Keep imbibing piggy'my superior whispered into my ear. I could enjoin he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the cat let me down. I was empty-headed and fell immediately to the primer coat as they laughed. 'Shower fourth dimension'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me hollering at the rest of the guy rope. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool broad of stale piss 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. commend the solitary principle goes is that her fat kitty-cat is mine. After that, I do n't manage what you do. Oh, and if you do n't desire your face to be recognised on motion-picture show, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm for sure you do n't need to be associated with a piece of damn like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't consume prison term to bring it up with victor when I felt the hot bitter taste of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up gear up to pee-pee on me. I could feel more current of piss hitting my face as the first off guy told me to houseclean his cock. They all had so a lot urine from an 60 minutes of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and circulate your asscheeks, sweetie, prison term to weewee that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as lots as I could. They were still hot from the smacking and stung badly but I could n't miss the feeling of piss being aimed directly for my bastard. I could feel my dickhead contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard grabbed my head and shoved it into the pool of dusty piss. He dragged my side over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could sense him pissing all over the back of my drumhead. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his invertebrate foot on my brain to retain my face in the pee.

Instantly I could palpate custody on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his piddle for lubricating substance and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the to a greater extent moth-eaten piss I ended up swallowing. I could finger my ass being shoved in one focus and the side by side as the hombre fucked me strong. While my asshole gaped they aimed their weewee directly in the hole and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My master copy asked as he watched the guy rope raping my ass. I shook my point. 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 finish and then pointed the headphone at me .'I want you to look into this camera, go on all fours, and lift your leg like the beef you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this video recording to recall you believe you are a dog. They would never retrieve that an existent woman would let men handle her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'

I felt so block. Who would Master testify this TV to ? Would it go viral ? Would people see me pissing like a dog and manoeuvre me out on the street ? I knew this was a mental testing to see if I had left behind my old ideas of who I was. Would I embrace lifetime as Master 's number one beef ? That I had become so demoralise that I did n't care what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was master 's turncock.

I looked into the phone camera and began to bark. I could feel my piss flowing out between my stage. The guy cable were whistling at me and my Master was smiling. I barked louder with my judgment of conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my schoolmaster wanted me to be .