I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long clip. In the calendar week leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big debut. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his crony to his spot for a big company. There was going to be lots of food and outright swallow. I was going to be the server, making sure that the guys had drinks at all times and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to wear an outfit 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 choker that my professional made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. rafts of nutrient and bottles of beer with my lord setting up the BBQ. I knew his acquaintance would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My overlord had said he'd enjoy watching me perform my first force 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 flavour 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 rooster. My Master hadn't mentioned the king hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ valet, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my power hours are one of the highlights of the class. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our thick, making her power time of day unveiling. She has no idea what's ahead for her but I've no doubt that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

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

‘ The prescript of the ability time of day 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 hand on my ass.

‘ Right, so a office hour is simple. For the succeeding 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell chime you must take a enceinte gulp from your drink. The fuckpig here will make trusted 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, 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 time of day, my fuckpig becomes a make pig and you are unfreeze to piss on her, in her or construct her drink it. You can spoil her ass or pharynx fuck her as a lot as you want. Her slit, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe adjacent year we'll have a meaning sow to use.'

One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few guys laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more acute than my Master usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a time. 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 professional and 12 guys with full bladder. And they could smack me hard ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my typeface. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His deal caressed my aspect and he looked straight into my centre. ‘ 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 issue one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To become his number one was a big wad. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have cold rain shower and to stay naked at all metre in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping article of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pie from his other bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other bitches. You could hand requirement to them and spend your sentence relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and give 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 minute brought in the hope that I'd please him to fix me number one. I took a late breathing spell and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the Alexander Bell that hung beside the bar and environ it, ‘ magnate 60 minutes begins !'

The men started to booze. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The Guy were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely loosen up. Did my sea captain 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 minute. passe-partout had set up a speaker to his telephone set and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to finish their number one beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to appease on top of thing, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The first of all 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this magnate minute and headache about the pass water gambling after.

schoolmaster shook his empty-bellied beer nursing bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a freshly 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 even if he was having a beer he would make us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and enjoin us to fuck the feeding bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our cunt but he didn't caution. 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 line of other men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ rushing up. There are drink being finished.'My sea captain smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my cunt. I thrust it a few times, 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 ally want their bottleful cleaned.'overlord winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the bozo would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the time the Guy who put me over their circle and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't sustain up.

Between my legs was a sticky mess from the dissimilar beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were shining 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 longsighted. 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 baron hr, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a coggle syndicate that Master had made me blow up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would get 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 Guy 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 face firmly and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his expression remained completely passive. I now really wanted this minute to end.

I struggled on for the future twenty minutes, tears running down my boldness as my ass got even redder and the fondling got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all Little Joe to get the swallow, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would forebode fourth dimension on the power hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the Alexander Bell. A few of the guy booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have mess 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 mitt and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the by hr.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is prison term for you to have got a treat. You 're going to do a keg stand and drink as often 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 good if you wan na survive the indorse part of the company. You 'll receive it well-fixed 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 had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My captain forced the tube into my mouthpiece and ardent foamy beer was rushing down my pharynx. I was gagging but that did n't break my sea captain. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to tope as lots as possible. 'Keep crapulence piglet'my overlord whispered into my ear. I could tell apart 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 metre'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the quietus of the guy wire. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full phase of the moon of stale piss 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 only linguistic 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 cheek to be recognised on motion picture, there are masquerade behind the bar. I 'm sure 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 hold fourth dimension to get it up with original when I felt the hot caustic appreciation of water enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to piss on me. I could finger more watercourse of piss hitting my aspect as the first guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so a great deal weewee from an hour of non-stop imbibing beer.

'Bend over and broadcast your asscheeks, sweetie, sentence to water that fix of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as a good deal as I could. They were still hot from the smack and stung badly but I could n't miss the feeling of piss being aimed directly for my bunghole. I could feel my bunghole contracting as it was doused with peeing.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard snaffle my nous and shoved it into the pond of dusty piss. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could feel him pissing all over the back of my head. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his pes on my caput to keep my grimace in the piss.

Instantly I could experience hands 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 stale piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guys fucked me voiceless. While my cocksucker gaped they aimed their wee directly in the kettle of fish and cheered each other when they hit the quarry.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My passkey asked as he watched the guys 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 handwriting. He motioned for the guys to polish off and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to wait into this camera, go on all fours, and lift your leg like the squawk you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the citizenry who watch this video to think you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an genuine womanhood 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 show this video to ? Would it go viral ? Would the great unwashed see me pissing like a dog and show me out on the street ? I knew this was a test to see if I had left behind my old ideas of who I was. Would I embrace aliveness as Master 's number one bitch ? That I had become so deprave that I did n't manage what my admirer and sept saw, all I wanted was Master 's cock.

I looked into the phone camera and began to bark. I could feel my pissing flowing out between my wooden leg. The guys were whistling at me and my Master was smiling. I barked louder with my strong belief. This was what I had become. I was whatever my overlord wanted me to be .