I knew my captain had been waiting for this vacation weekend for a long time. 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 sidekick to his post for a big company. There was going to be lots of food and inexhaustible drunkenness. I was going to be the server, making trusted that the guys had drinks at all clip and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to jade an turnout and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely au naturel, except for a collar that my victor made me wear upon that had - beef - written across it in rhinestones. The company was all set up. peck of intellectual nourishment and bottleful of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his Friend would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My victor 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 political party.

By four everyone was here. All the guy cable 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 prick. My Master hadn't mentioned the tycoon hour yet so I was still waiting for my Order.

‘ man, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my world power 60 minutes 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 idea what's ahead for her but I've no doubt that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

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

‘ The pattern of the tycoon hour are the Same 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 script on my ass.

‘ Right, so a power minute is simple. For the next 60 instant, every hour you hear a gong chime you must take a large swig from your deglutition. The fuckpig here will arrive at sure that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the next campana chime, finger 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 piss on her, in her or make her drink it. You can ravish her ass or throat fuck her as practically as you want. Her puss, 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 guy cable laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more acute than my Master usually organised. At well-nigh I'd only ever been with 2 guys 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 sea captain and 12 guy cable with fully vesica. And they could smell me hard ? ? I looked at my victor, worry etched all over my fount. Surely this had to be a prank ? ? ?

His deal caressed my look 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 become my number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To turn his numeral one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to accept cold showers and to stay naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping article of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the pick Proto-Indo European from his other bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the early gripe. You could sacrifice need to them and spend your clock time relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and have sex that actually made you orgasm multiple meter without having to beg for Master to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the next few hour brought in the Leslie Townes Hope that I'd please him to make me numeral one. I took a bass breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the gong that hung beside the bar and call up it, ‘ mightiness 60 minutes begins !'

The men started to imbibe. 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 schoolmaster want me to go over and coquet 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 supplant the abandon I.

The bells chimed every minute. Master had set up a utterer to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to finish their 1st 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-class honours degree 15 proceedings went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this business leader minute and concern about the piss turn after.

passkey shook his empty beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh one. I handed it over with a smiling and said ‘ I hope everything is to your liking ’.

‘ clean and jerk 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 tell us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our cunt but he didn't upkeep. He told us that's how he liked his bottleful cleaned.

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

‘ rushing up. There are drinking being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my kitty, the ice-cold feeling being extraterrestrial being to my cunt. I thrust it a few fourth dimension, 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 supporter want their bottles cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guys would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the sentence the guy rope who put me over their circuit and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep up.

Between my legs was a sticky pile from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass brass were bright red. Some of the guys really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a rival to see which of them could leave their handprint on my ass for the prospicient. 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 goose egg, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the king hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddle pool that master copy had made me swash 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 guy wire were getting Sir Thomas More buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guy were particularly handsy when I refreshed their crapulence. One man squeezed my breast 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 stupid shtup pig. The bozo beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his aspect remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the adjacent 20 minutes, tears running down my look as my ass got even redder and the fondling got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all IV to get the drinks, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at original, hoping that he would call prison term on the index hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the buzzer. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have plenty of time for fun .'I got up off the primer 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 unaffected for the past hour.

'Now my love fuckpig it is sentence for you to experience a kickshaw. You 're going to do a keg rack and drink as much as I tell you to. Do n't care I can see from your face that you do n't really need to. But believe me, this is for your own in effect if you wan na survive the arcsecond part of the party. You 'll incur it well-fixed 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 bozo had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My master key forced the tube into my mouth and affectionate foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my overlord. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as much as possible. 'Keep boozing shoat'my Master whispered into my ear. I could state he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the primer as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the remainder of the Guy. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling puddle full 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. think the only dominion goes is that her fat puss is mine. After that, I do n't care what you do. Oh, and if you do n't desire your look to be recognised on film, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a composition of diddley like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't take metre to bring it up with overlord when I felt the hot acerbic gustation of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few cat were already lined up gear up to piss on me. I could feel more streams of pissing hitting my case as the first guy told me to clean his hammer. They all had so very much piss from an time of day of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and circulate your asscheeks, sweetie, time to pee that pickle of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his gasp. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as much as I could. They were still hot from the smack and stung badly but I could n't leave out the feeling of micturate being aimed directly for my asshole. I could palpate my asshole contracting as it was doused with water.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard take hold of my head and shoved it into the pool of stale piss. He dragged my boldness over and back and shouted at me to tope up while I could feel him pissing all over the back of my fountainhead. I was coughing and spluttering from the urine, but he just put his foot on my head to celebrate my face 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 lubricant and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more moth-eaten piss I ended up swallowing. I could sense my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guy rope fucked me hard. While my whoreson gaped they aimed their piss directly in the hole and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My overlord asked as he watched the guys raping my ass. I shook my headspring. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his phone in his paw. He motioned for the cat to finish and then pointed the earphone at me .'I want you to appear into this tv camera, go on all tetrad, and lift your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the multitude who watch this television to opine you believe you are a dog. They would never consider that an actual woman would let men care for her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'

I felt so abash. Who would Master express 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 test to see if I had left behind my old mind of who I was. Would I sweep up life as maestro 's routine one cunt ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was Master 's cock.

I looked into the speech sound camera and began to bark. I could finger my water flowing out between my legs. The guys were whistling at me and my Master was smiling. I barked louder with my sentence. This was what I had become. I was whatever my master copy wanted me to be .