I knew my victor had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a tenacious time. In the weeks leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big launching. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddy to his station for a big party. There was going to be lots of food and unlimited drinking. I was going to be the server, making sure as shooting that the guys had drinks at all times and were felicitous. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to wear an getup and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely defenseless, except for a choker that my Master made me tire out that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. batch of food and bottles of beer with my overlord setting up the BBQ. I knew his friends would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My passkey had said he'd enjoy watching me perform my commencement power hour. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the party.

By four everyone was here. All the cat were sitting around the backyard with the smell of BBQ wafting through. When each of the guy cable 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 Master hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ gentleman, thank you for coming to my company. As you know my power hours are one of the highlight of the twelvemonth. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her magnate hour entry. 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 tonus of my Master's voice. He was smiling but I knew that look. Things were about to crazy.

‘ The pattern of the mogul hour are the Lapplander 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 hand on my ass.

‘ Right, so a power hour is bare. For the succeeding 60 second, every moment you hear a bell chime you must fill a big swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will pass water sure that you always have a beer in your manus. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the next bell chime, feel free 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 hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are complimentary to make on her, in her or seduce her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as a great deal as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to engender her soon so who knows, maybe next yr we'll have a pregnant sow to use.'

One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few guy laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more intense than my Master usually organised. At well-nigh I'd only ever been with 2 Guy at a prison term. 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 key and 12 cat with full vesica. And they could smack me difficult ? ? I looked at my master copy, worry etched all over my human face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His hand caressed my fount and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero reluctance. If me and the guys are pleased with your functioning, you will become my phone number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To go his bit one was a big mickle. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have frigidness showers and to stay naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to mortify yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the ointment pies from his early gripe. Instead, you would be treated like a tabby. You would sit following to him as he tormented the other squawk. You could open demands to them and spend your prison term relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and feature 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 hours brought in the promise that I'd please him to make me number one. I took a deeply breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell shape that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ exponent hour begins !'

The men started to drink. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guy were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely slack. 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 replace the empty ones.

The bells chimed every bit. Master had set up a utterer to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guy rope 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 first 15 second went by and everything seemed to be ok. I could survive this power hour and headache about the piss child's play after.

master copy 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 smile 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 eve if he was having a beer he would progress to us put his tonic beer feeding bottle into our kitty-cat and tell us to screw the nursing bottle while he watched. It would be frigidity and wet in our cunt but he didn't attention. 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 former men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ rushing up. There are drinks being finished.'My captain smiled. I inserted the nursing bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold belief being alien 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.

‘ trade good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my friends want their bottle cleaned.'lord winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to neglect beers because the guys would tell me to keep fucking myself with the feeding bottle. Then by the time the guy wire 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 keep on up.

Between my legs was a sticky mess from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass face were promising red. Some of the cat really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a competition to see which of them could go away their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me lack changing beers just so they could slap me to a greater extent. My Master said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power 60 minutes, I noticed that some of the guy cable were peeing into a toddle pool that lord had made me blow up this sunup. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would find out out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch 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 guys were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinkable. 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 knockout and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at overlord and his face remained completely inactive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the side by side twenty dollar bill minutes, split running down my fount as my ass got even crimson and the fondling got more emphatic. Some of the bozo had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the swallow, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would call up time on the power hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and phone the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't concern we still have plenty of sentence for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would move over me a mini-break so I could rub lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my script and brought me over to the keg that had remained unaffected for the past minute.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is clock time for you to have a treat. You 're going to do a keg bandstand and drink as much as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your face that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own honest if you wan na survive the indorse part of the party. You 'll find it easygoing if you are almost passed out .'

Now I was scared, but before I had a hazard to plead, the keg had been tapped and two of the guy had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the tube 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 fuddle as much as possible. 'Keep drinking piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could order he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guy rope let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the ground as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the rivalry for slapping me holler at the quietus of the guys. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling syndicate total of stale piss and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their peeing.

'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. commend the solitary dominion 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 look to be recognised on motion-picture show, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a piece of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't hold time to play it up with headmaster when I felt the hot bitter taste of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up fix to piss on me. I could feel more streams of piss hitting my face as the first guy told me to clean his shaft. They all had so much piss from an hr 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 drawers. 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 overleap the tactual sensation of pee-pee being aimed directly for my bunghole. I could experience my asshole catching as it was doused with peeing.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard seize my forefront and shoved it into the pocket billiards of stale peeing. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to booze up while I could feel him pissing all over the back of my read/write head. I was coughing and spluttering from the pee, but he just put his pes on my headland to keep my look in the piss.

Instantly I could find men on my rose hip and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his piss for lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more cold piss I ended up swallowing. I could sense my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guys fucked me hard. While my shit gaped they aimed their pee directly in the yap and cheered each other when they hit the fair game.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master 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 headphone in his hand. He motioned for the cat to polish off and then pointed the earpiece at me .'I want you to await 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 hoi polloi who watch this video to reckon you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an actual charwoman would let men process her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'

I felt so embarrassed. Who would Master prove this video to ? Would it go viral ? Would citizenry see me pissing like a dog and point 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 cover life as Master 's number one kick ? That I had become so corrupt that I did n't care what my Friend and family saw, all I wanted was captain 's hammer.

I looked into the sound camera and began to bark. I could palpate my piss flowing out between my branch. The guys were whistling at me and my Master was smiling. I barked louder with my conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my master key wanted me to be .