The World Power Hour ( 1 )
HumiliationI knew my master copy had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a farseeing fourth dimension. In the weeks leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big debut. It was the St St. Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his sidekick to his lieu for a big company. There was going to be lots of food for thought and unlimited drinkable. I was going to be the server, making indisputable that the guys had beverage at all sentence and were well-chosen. 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 collar that my Master made me fag that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The company was all set up. rafts of intellectual nourishment and bottles of beer with my sea captain setting up the BBQ. I knew his supporter would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My skipper had said he'd delight watching me do my offset power hour. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprisal for the political party.
By four everyone was here. All the guys were sitting around the backyard with the feeling 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 gild.
‘ gentleman's gentleman, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my power hours are one of the highlights of the yr. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power hour debut. She has no theme what's ahead for her but I've no doubtfulness that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'
My respiration had quickened. I didn't like the shade of my Master's interpreter. He was smiling but I knew that look. matter were about to crazy.
‘ The formula of the power hour are the like 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 mitt on my ass.
‘ Right, so a power hour is simple. For the next 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell chime you must consume a boastfully swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will make indisputable that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the next bell bell, palpate resign to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to learn her to be the thoroughgoing hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are free to piss on her, in her or hold her drinking it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her twat, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe next twelvemonth we'll have a meaning sow to use.'
One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few cat laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more than acute than my professional usually organised. At well-nigh I'd only ever been with 2 hombre 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 Master and 12 guy rope with full bladder. And they could smack me severe ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?
His hired hand caressed my facial expression and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zip reluctance. If me and the bozo are pleased with your functioning, you will become my figure one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'
To become his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have frigid 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 ointment pie from his former bitch. Instead, you would be treated like a pouf. You would sit side by side to him as he tormented the other bitch. You could give 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 fourth dimension without having to beg for schoolmaster to let you cum.
I knew I had to do whatever the next few minute brought in the Bob Hope that I'd please him to make me phone number one. I took a rich breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell shape that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ office time of day 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 want me to go over and mash 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 replace the empty ace.
The Alexander Bell chimed every minute. victor had set up a speaker to his telephone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guy had begun to finish their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to quell 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 survive this magnate hour and vexation about the piss play after.
Master shook his empty beer feeding bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a new 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 lay down us put his overbold beer bottle into our twat and tell us to bonk the feeding bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our cunt but he didn't care. He told us that's how he liked his bottles cleaned.
I took his beer and squatted down. I'd never done this in front of other men before and suddenly I felt perverted.
‘ hurriedness up. There are drinks being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being exotic to my pussy. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the bottle.
‘ trade good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my Friend want their bottles cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guy wire would secernate me to keep fucking myself with the feeding bottle. Then by the time the guy wire who put me over their circuit and spanked me arduous, I'd be racing trying to get Thomas More beers from the bar. I just couldn't proceed up.
Between my pegleg was a sticky sight from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were lustrous 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 will their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every fourth dimension they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me leave out changing beers just so they could slap me more than. My passkey said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.
About halfway through the power hour, I noticed that some of the bozo were peeing into a paddling pool that victor had made me blow 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 gripe to mud wrestle for the Guy, 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 breasts so hard while I cleaned his nursing bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face hard and shouted that I was a stupid piece of ass pig. The bozo beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his aspect remained completely peaceful. I now really wanted this 60 minutes to end.
I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, tears running down my face as my ass got even cherry-red 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 victor, hoping that he would call metre on the office 60 minutes.
Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the bell. A few of the guy booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have wad 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 untasted for the past hour.
'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to consume a delicacy. You 're going to do a keg stand and fuddle as much as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your face that you do n't really need 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 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 cable had grabbed my leg and were forcing me into a headstand. My superior forced the tube into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't kibosh my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to wassail as much as possible. 'Keep boozing piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could secernate he was enjoying this.
Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the undercoat as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the quietus of the guy cable. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool replete of stale water and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their weewee.
'Now that the fuckpig is in home, she is now the new urinal. remember the solitary rule 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 film, there are masquerade party behind the bar. I 'm certain you do n't need to be associated with a piece of shit like this pig .'
I had never been filmed before but I did n't have sentence to contribute it up with superior when I felt the hot bitingly perceptiveness of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guy were already lined up cook to piss on me. I could find more current of weewee hitting my boldness as the start guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.
'Bend over and unfold your asscheeks, steady, time to water that fix 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 slap and stung badly but I could n't miss the spirit of pass water being aimed directly for my bunghole. I could experience my asshole contracting as it was doused with piss.
Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my titty so hard seize my head and shoved it into the pool of moth-eaten piss. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could feel him pissing all over the cover of my psyche. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his base on my head to keep 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 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 finger my ass being shoved in one charge and the next as the guys fucked me hard. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the kettle of fish and cheered each other when they hit the target.
'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 mitt. He motioned for the guy to finish and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to reckon into this camera, go on all IV, and hoist your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the hoi polloi who watch this picture to call up you believe you are a dog. They would never call back that an factual adult female would let men treat her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'
I felt so stymie. Who would Master express this telecasting to ? Would it go viral ? Would hoi polloi 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 idea of who I was. Would I sweep up life as Master 's bit one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't give care what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was passkey 's dick.
I looked into the speech sound camera and began to bark. I could feel my weewee flowing out between my legs. The Guy were whistling at me and my passkey was smiling. I barked louder with my condemnation. This was what I had become. I was whatever my master wanted me to be .