I knew my Master had been waiting for this vacation weekend for a long time. In the weeks leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big unveiling. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddies to his place for a big party. There was going to be lashings of food for thought and outright drink. I was going to be the server, making sure that the guy rope had boozing at all clip and were well-chosen. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to get into an rig and he had just laughed.

It was three in the good afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely naked, except for a collar that my captain made me wear that had - squawk - written across it in rhinestones. The company was all set up. Lot of food and bottleful of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his booster would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd enjoy watching me do my world-class power time of day. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the political 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 cable already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My Master hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my order.

‘ Gentlemen, 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 world power minute debut. She has no approximation what's ahead for her but I've no doubt that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

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

‘ The rules of the magnate hour are the Lapplander as always but I'll remind you and finally excuse to my fuckpig what's about to happen.'He walked over to me and placed his manus on my ass.

‘ Right, so a mightiness hour is childlike. For the succeeding 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell chime you must ingest a large swig from your drinking. The fuckpig here will work 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 bell chime, experience disengage to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the perfect air hostess. At the end of the hr, my fuckpig becomes a spend a penny pig and you are free to piss on her, in her or defecate her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to cover 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 laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more than intense than my original usually organised. At nearly I'd only ever been with 2 guy wire at a time. 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 headmaster and 12 cat with full bladders. And they could smack me hard ? ? I looked at my headmaster, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a antic ? ? ?

His hand caressed my face and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with 0 hesitancy. If me and the guys are pleased with your performance, you will become my routine one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To become his number one was a big softwood. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife position on you. You no longer had to make cold showers and to stay naked at all time in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream PIE from his early cunt. Instead, you would be treated like a tabby. You would sit next to him as he tormented the early cunt. You could give requirement to them and spend your prison term relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and have sex that actually made you orgasm multiple prison term without having to beg for Master to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the succeeding few hours brought in the hope that I'd please him to score me identification number one. I took a trench breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the gong that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ power hour begins !'

The men started to fuddle. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guy wire were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my master key 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 1.

The bells chimed every minute. Master had set up a Speaker to his speech sound and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to finish up 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 arcminute went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could subsist this power hour and concern about the pee-pee play after.

Master shook his empty beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a bracing 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 gain us put his fresh beer nursing bottle into our pussy and tell us to be intimate the bottle while he watched. It would be common 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 strawman of early men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ hastiness up. There are drinks being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my kitty-cat, the ice-cold belief being alien to my slit. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my snatch. I handed back the bottle.

‘ Good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my friends want their bottles cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to ravel out. I started to omit beers because the guy wire would enjoin me to observe fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the time the guys who put me over their laps and spanked me knockout, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't restrain up.

Between my wooden leg was a gummy mess from the unlike beers they all drank and I knew my ass nerve were bright red. Some of the guys really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a contention 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 power hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddling pool that passe-partout had made me blow up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would witness out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch to mud wrestle for the cat, 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 breast so hard while I cleaned his bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my facial expression hard and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The Guy beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hr to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, weeping running down my side as my ass got even cerise and the smooching got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the drink, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at superior, hoping that he would call time on the great power minute.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and ring the bell shape. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have batch 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 application onto my ass. Instead, he took my mitt and brought me over to the keg that had remained unaffected for the past hr.

'Now my beloved fuckpig it is time for you to have a goody. You 're going to do a keg base 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 trade good if you wan na survive the endorse contribution of the party. You 'll receive it soft 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 guys had grabbed my branch and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the tube into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my pharynx. I was gagging but that did n't discontinue my captain. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to tope as much as possible. 'Keep drinking shote'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 dizzy and fell immediately to the ground as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the residue of the bozo. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool fully of stale piss and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their pee.

'Now that the fuckpig is in berth, she is now the new urinal. Remember the only rule goes is that her fat pussy is mine. After that, I do n't deal what you do. Oh, and if you do n't desire your face to be recognised on film, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't desire to be associated with a piece of music of diddley like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have time to bring it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter gustatory sensation of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guy wire were already lined up ready to spend a penny on me. I could feel more streams of piss hitting my face as the first guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so much pee from an hour of non-stop crapulence beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, steady, fourth dimension to water that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his bloomers. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as a great deal as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't miss the feeling of piss being aimed directly for my shit. I could feel my asshole contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard grabbed my principal and shoved it into the pool of moth-eaten piss. He dragged my brass over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could palpate him pissing all over the rear of my head. I was coughing and spluttering from the urine, but he just put his foot on my chief to keep my facial expression in the piss.

Instantly I could feel work force on my 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 moth-eaten piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the hombre fucked me hard. While my prick gaped they aimed their weewee directly in the hole and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master asked as he watched the guys raping my ass. I shook my brain. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his earpiece in his hand. He motioned for the guys to finish and then pointed the sound at me .'I want you to look into this camera, go on all fours, and reverse your leg like the kick you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this video to imagine you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an actual 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 hinder. Who would Master read this TV 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 theme of who I was. Would I adopt life as overlord 's number one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't wish what my friends and family unit saw, all I wanted was skipper 's shaft.

I looked into the phone photographic camera and began to bark. I could finger my piss flowing out between my legs. The cat 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 wanted me to be .