The Great Power Hour ( 1 )


Humiliation
I knew my schoolmaster had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long time. In the hebdomad leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big first appearance. It was the St Saint Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his brother to his place for a big company. There was going to be lots of food and unlimited crapulence. I was going to be the waiter, making trusted that the Guy had drunkenness at all times and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to don an outfit and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely defenseless, except for a collar that my victor made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. mint of nutrient and bottle of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his champion would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd enjoy watching me perform my first mightiness hour. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the company.

By four everyone was here. All the bozo were sitting around the backyard with the flavor of BBQ wafting through. When each of the cat 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 hombre already leisurely rubbing their stopcock. My Master hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my king hr are one of the highlights of the twelvemonth. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her powerfulness hour introduction. She has no idea 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 step of my Master's vox. He was smiling but I knew that looking at. matter were about to crazy.

‘ The pattern of the baron 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 hand on my ass.

‘ rightfulness, so a power minute is simple. For the side by side 60 minutes, every minute you hear a gong bell you must acquire a large swig from your drinking. The fuckpig here will take a crap sure as shooting that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a beverage by the next bell chime, finger free to larrup 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 time of day, my fuckpig becomes a pee-pee pig and you are unblock to piss on her, in her or stimulate her drinking it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as a lot as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to engender her soon so who knows, maybe next year we'll have a significant sow to use.'

One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few guy rope laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way Thomas More intense than my maestro usually organised. At nigh I'd only ever been with 2 guy rope at a sentence. But here there was 12. And captain only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my original and 12 guys with full vesica. And they could smack me hard ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His deal 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 hombre are pleased with your performance, you will turn my identification number one bitch and all the perquisite that it affords.'

To go his telephone number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed married woman status on you. You no longer had to have stale showers and to stay on naked at all meter in the business firm. You didn't have to abase 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 queer. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other gripe. You could hold demands to them and spend your time relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and throw 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 succeeding few hours brought in the Bob Hope that I'd please him to hit me number one. I took a bass breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the Vanessa Stephen that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ power time of day begins !'

The men started to drink. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guy rope were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my Master 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 supercede the empty ones.

The bell shape chimed every minute of arc. Master had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The hombre had begun to finish their first 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 inaugural 15 mo went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this power hour and worry about the pass water manoeuvre after.

skipper shook his vacate 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 eve if he was having a beer he would realize us put his fresh beer bottle into our kitty and differentiate us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be low temperature and wet in our twat but he didn't care. He told us that's how he liked his nursing 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.

‘ Hurry up. There are drinks being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold look being alien to my puss. I thrust it a few times, 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 friends want their bottles cleaned.'overlord winked. This was where it all began to untangle. I started to drop beers because the guys would tell me to sustain fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the time the guys who put me over their laps and spanked me gruelling, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep open up.

Between my wooden leg was a awkward mess from the dissimilar beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were smart 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 time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me more. My Master said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the powerfulness hour, I noticed that some of the guy were peeing into a dodder pool that superior had made me botch up up this morning. 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 grappling for the guy wire, 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 hombre were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. One man squeezed my titty so hard while I cleaned his bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face concentrated and shouted that I was a pillock roll in the hay pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely passive. I now really wanted this time of day to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, split running down my face as my ass got even redder and the smooching got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all quadruplet to get the drinks, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at original, hoping that he would call clock time on the superpower hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and resound the bell. A few of the Guy booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have plenty of time for fun .'I got up off the flat coat and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would have 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 retiring 60 minutes.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is fourth dimension for you to have a treat. You 're going to do a keg stand and booze as very much as I tell you to. Do n't occupy I can see from your boldness that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own unspoiled if you wan na survive the bit part of the company. You 'll ascertain 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 bozo had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My professional forced the subway into my mouth and warm 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 very much as possible. 'Keep imbibition shoat'my Master whispered into my ear. I could secernate he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guy wire let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the solid 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. The bozo who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling syndicate total of moth-eaten piddle 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. Remember the sole 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 face to be recognised on moving-picture show, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm trusted you do n't want to be associated with a man of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have metre to bring it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter taste of urinate enter my rima oris. I could see a few bozo were already lined up ready to piss on me. I could feel more watercourse of piss hitting my face as the first gear guy told me to pick his peter. They all had so practically weewee from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to piddle that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as practically as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't miss the feeling of micturate being aimed directly for my asshole. I could finger my asshole contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my boob so hard seize my head and shoved it into the puddle of moth-eaten piss. He dragged my facial expression over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could feel him pissing all over the back of my headspring. I was coughing and spluttering from the water, but he just put his foot on my head to preserve my face in the piss.

Instantly I could feel mitt on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his piss for lubricant and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more cold piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one counseling and the next as the hombre fucked me hard. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the pickle and cheered each other when they hit the objective.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My lord asked as he watched the guy cable 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 end and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to look into this camera, go on all Little Joe, and lift your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this video to think you believe you are a dog. They would never remember that an genuine 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 embarrassed. Who would Master indicate this video to ? Would it go viral ? Would people see me pissing like a dog and maneuver me out on the street ? I knew this was a test to see if I had left behind my old approximation of who I was. Would I embrace animation as Master 's number one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my friends and kinfolk saw, all I wanted was Master 's cock.

I looked into the headphone camera and began to bark. I could feel my piss flowing out between my legs. The guys were whistling at me and my original was smiling. I barked louder with my strong belief. This was what I had become. I was whatever my master copy wanted me to be .
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