I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long time. In the calendar week leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big entry. It was the St St. Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddies to his place for a big party. There was going to be lots of food and unlimited drink. I was going to be the server, making trusted that the guy wire had drinks at all sentence and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to fag out an outfit and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely raw, except for a collar that my professional made me assume that had - cunt - written across it in rhinestones. The political party was all set up. circle of food and bottle of beer with my superior setting up the BBQ. I knew his friends would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd delight watching me perform my starting time baron minute. 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 olfactory modality 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 cocks. My Master hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my edict.

‘ valet, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my power hour are one of the high spot of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power hour introduction. She has no thought what's ahead for her but I've no dubiousness that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My breathing had quickened. I didn't like the flavor of my Master's voice. He was smiling but I knew that look. matter 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 script on my ass.

‘ Right, so a king hour is simple. For the next 60 bit, every minute you hear a bell chime you must take a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will get to sure that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drinkable by the next bell chime, find free to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to instruct her to be the hone air hostess. At the end of the minute, my fuckpig becomes a wee-wee pig and you are free to piss on her, in her or realise her drinkable it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as a good deal as you want. Her twat, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe succeeding year we'll have a meaning 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 Master usually organised. At nigh I'd only ever been with 2 guy at a time. But here there was 12. And overlord only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my professional and 12 guys with full-of-the-moon bladders. And they could thwack me hard ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His manus caressed my face and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero reluctance. If me and the bozo are pleased with your performance, you will become my figure one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To go his identification number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife condition on you. You no longer had to have inhuman showers and to bide naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to abase yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies from his early squawk. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other cunt. You could hand demands to them and spend your time 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 Master to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the next few time of day brought in the hope that I'd please him to make me issue one. I took a inscrutable breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the Melville Bell that hung beside the bar and call it, ‘ power 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 passe-partout 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 supersede the empty ones.

The Melville Bell chimed every minute. lord had set up a loudspeaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The hombre had begun to fetch up their inaugural beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to stay on top of matter, 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 survive this big businessman hour and worry about the pee-pee play after.

Master shook his empty beer nursing bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh one. I handed it over with a grin 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 nominate us put his fresh beer bottle into our kitty and assure us to get laid the nursing bottle while he watched. It would be insensate and wet in our slit but he didn't caution. He told us that's how he liked his bottles cleaned.

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

‘ Hurry up. There are drinks being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my snatch, the ice-cold flavour being alien to my cunt. I thrust it a few sentence, some beer spilling out and going all over my slit. I handed back the bottle.

‘ trade good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my champion want their bottle cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guy rope would severalise me to stay fresh fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the time the guy cable who put me over their lick and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't continue up.

Between my pegleg was a embarrassing mess from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass buttock 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 leave their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every prison term they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me lose changing beers just so they could slap me More. My sea captain said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the major power hr, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddling pool that schoolmaster had made me blow up this sunup. 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 gripe 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 guy wire were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. One man squeezed my tit so hard while I cleaned his bottleful that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face hard and shouted that I was a stunned fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his case remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, crying running down my face as my ass got even redder and the necking got more emphatic. Some of the guy rope had commanded that I crawl on all quaternion to get the drunkenness, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would foretell clip on the power hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have quite a little 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 hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the by minute.

'Now my beloved fuckpig it is prison term for you to give a kickshaw. You 're going to do a keg stand and wassail as much as I tell you to. Do n't interest I can see from your face that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own practiced if you wan na survive the 2d division of the political party. You 'll find oneself it easier 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 rope had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the subway system into my lip and warm foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my professional. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to tope as much as potential. 'Keep drink piggy'my master copy whispered into my ear. I could say he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was featherbrained and fell immediately to the earth as they laughed. 'Shower metre'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the rest of the guy rope. The guy wire who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full phase of the moon of stale water and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their water.

'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. recall the only prescript 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 require your boldness to be recognised on film, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a piece of turd like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't cause meter to bring it up with skipper when I felt the hot sulfurous penchant of piddle enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to take a leak on me. I could feel more watercourse of wee-wee hitting my face as the first guy told me to clean his turncock. They all had so lots piss from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and distribute your asscheeks, truelove, fourth dimension to water that hole 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 miss the feeling of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my son of a bitch contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard snap up my principal and shoved it into the pool of stale piss. He dragged my typeface over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could sense him pissing all over the vertebral column of my head. I was coughing and spluttering from the pissing, but he just put his foot on my oral sex to continue my typeface 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 water for lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more stale piss I ended up swallowing. I could find my ass being shoved in one focal point and the future as the bozo fucked me laborious. While my shit gaped they aimed their micturate directly in the muddle and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My maestro asked as he watched the guy wire raping my ass. I shook my foreland. 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 land up and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to calculate into this camera, go on all fours, and lift your leg like the cunt you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this video to recall you believe you are a dog. They would never cerebrate that an real adult female would let men plow her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'

I felt so chagrined. Who would Master show 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 embrace lifespan as professional 's number one bitch ? That I had become so perverted that I did n't handle what my friends and class saw, all I wanted was maestro 's cock.

I looked into the telephone camera and began to bark. I could find my piss flowing out between my branch. The guys were whistling at me and my passe-partout was smiling. I barked louder with my conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my passkey wanted me to be .