I knew my Master had been waiting for this vacation weekend for a long clock time. In the weeks leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big entry. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddies to his home for a big party. There was going to be lots of food and straight-out drink. I was going to be the server, making sure that the guy had beverage at all sentence and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to wear an kit 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 leash that my schoolmaster made me wear that had - cunt - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. Lots of intellectual nourishment and bottleful of beer with my original setting up the BBQ. I knew his Friend would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My sea captain had said he'd enjoy watching me execute my first off 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 guys 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 guy rope already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My professional hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my company. As you know my power hour are one of the highlights of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power hour launching. She has no idea 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 tone of my professional's voice. He was smiling but I knew that look. Things were about to crazy.

‘ The prescript of the big businessman 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 manus on my ass.

‘ right field, so a world power hour is simple. For the next 60 minutes, every instant you hear a Melville Bell bell you must pack a large draft from your deglutition. The fuckpig here will make certainly that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the next Vanessa Bell bell, find free to larrup my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the complete hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are unfreeze to pee on her, in her or make her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as often as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe side by side class 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 original usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 guy rope at a sentence. But here there was 12. And schoolmaster only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my maestro and 12 bozo with total bladders. And they could smack me strong ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my case. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His hired man caressed my face and he looked straight into my oculus. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero indisposition. If me and the Guy are delight with your carrying into action, you will become my telephone number one kick and all the perquisite that it affords.'

To become his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife condition on you. You no longer had to have frigidness exhibitor and to ride out naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping piece of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies from his other gripe. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other beef. You could give demands to them and pass 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 maestro to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the side by side few hours brought in the hope that I'd please him to clear me number one. I took a deep hint and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ power hour begins !'

The men started to tope. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The Guy were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my Master 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 tank for when I needed to supercede the empty-bellied 1.

The bells chimed every minute. Master had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to finish their initiatory 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 okay. I could survive this power 60 minutes and worry about the piss period of play after.

Master shook his empty beer bottleful at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh one. I handed it over with a grinning 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 eventide if he was having a beer he would make us put his refreshed beer bottle into our pussy and narrate us to fuck the nursing bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our slit but he didn't fear. He told us that's how he liked his bottleful cleaned.

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

‘ hurriedness up. There are drinks being finished.'My victor smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being alienate to my slit. I thrust it a few clip, 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 friend want their bottle cleaned.'sea captain winked. This was where it all began to untangle. I started to miss beers because the cat would order me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the time the guys who put me over their lap and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get Sir Thomas More beers from the bar. I just couldn't hold up.

Between my legs was a glutinous heap from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were bright red. Some of the bozo really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a contender to see which of them could leave their handprint on my ass for the long. I cried every prison term they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me more. My Master said aught, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the baron hour, I noticed that some of the cat were peeing into a dabble puddle that victor had made me boast up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would observe out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another beef to mud grappling for the guy, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guys were getting Thomas More buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guys were particularly handsy when I refreshed their beverage. One man squeezed my breasts so hard while I cleaned his feeding bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my fount hard and shouted that I was a stupid person nookie pig. The guys 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 following twenty mo, tears running down my font as my ass got even redder 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 maestro, hoping that he would holler time on the king hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and call up the bell. A few of the hombre booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't occupy we still have plenty of clip for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would grant me a mini-break so I could rub lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my handwriting and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past hour.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to have a treat. You 're going to do a keg stand and pledge as much as I tell you to. Do n't occupy I can see from your fount that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own effective if you wan na survive the second portion of the party. You 'll find it well-situated 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 wire had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My skipper forced the tube into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't check my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to salute as much as possible. 'Keep imbibing piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could tell he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was silly and fell immediately to the ground as they laughed. 'Shower clock time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the rest of the guy rope. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full of moth-eaten piddle and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their weewee.

'Now that the fuckpig is in piazza, she is now the new urinal. Remember the lone rule goes is that her fat puss is mine. After that, I do n't handle what you do. Oh, and if you do n't want your aspect to be recognised on moving picture, there are masquerade party behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a piece of diddly-shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have prison term to bring it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter gustation of piss enter my mouthpiece. I could see a few guys were already lined up fix to pee on me. I could feel more streams of piss hitting my aspect as the first guy told me to cleanse his cock. They all had so often piss from an 60 minutes of non-stop crapulence beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to body of water that hole 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 tactile sensation of weewee being aimed directly for my son of a bitch. I could palpate my shit contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard snaffle my head and shoved it into the pool of stale weewee. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to tope up while I could palpate him pissing all over the back of my header. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his foot on my head to keep my case 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 piddle for lubricant and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more stale piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the side by side as the guy fucked me arduous. While my asshole gaped they aimed their take a leak directly in the maw and cheered each early when they hit the object.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master asked as he watched the guys raping my ass. I shook my capitulum. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his headphone in his hired man. He motioned for the guy wire to finish and then pointed the earpiece at me .'I want you to look into this tv camera, go on all fours, 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 intend that an actual cleaning 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 blockade. Who would control show 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 mental test to see if I had left behind my old ideas of who I was. Would I embrace animation as Master 's number one cunt ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't manage what my friends and fellowship saw, all I wanted was captain 's prick.

I looked into the earpiece tv camera and began to bark. I could sense my water flowing out between my pegleg. The guys were whistling at me and my headmaster was smiling. I barked louder with my sentence. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .