I knew my professional had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a foresightful time. In the weeks 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 buddies to his place for a big company. There was going to be set of food for thought and outright drinking. I was going to be the server, making sure that the Guy had drinks at all prison term 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 bare, except for a collar that my maestro made me wear off that had - squawk - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. Lots of food and bottles of beer with my overlord setting up the BBQ. I knew his Quaker would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd bask watching me perform my first power minute. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprisal for the party.

By four everyone was here. All the Guy 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 wire already leisurely rubbing their tool. My Master hadn't mentioned the exponent hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ valet de chambre, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my mogul hr are one of the highlights of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her force hour introduction. She has no approximation what's ahead for her but I've no doubt that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My ventilation had quickened. I didn't like the tone of my Master's articulation. He was smiling but I knew that look. things were about to crazy.

‘ The formula of the power minute 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 ability time of day is simple. For the succeeding 60 bit, every minute of arc you hear a ship's bell chime you must use up a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will make 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, palpate free to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to learn her to be the double-dyed hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are release to wee on her, in her or crap her crapulence it. You can dishonor her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her cunt, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to multiply her soon so who knows, maybe side by side class we'll have a meaning 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 most I'd only ever been with 2 guy wire at a clip. 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 superior and 12 Guy with good bladders. And they could reek me concentrated ? ? I looked at my original, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His hand caressed my font and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with naught disinclination. If me and the hombre are pleased with your carrying out, you will suit my number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To become his figure one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed married woman status on you. You no longer had to possess frigidness shower and to stay naked at all metre in the home. You didn't have to humble yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies 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 give requirement to them and drop your fourth dimension 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 Master to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the next few hours brought in the hope that I'd please him to make me number one. I took a mystifying breathing place and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ exponent hr begins !'

The men started to drink. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guy rope 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 ice chest for when I needed to replace the void 1.

The toll chimed every minute. master had set up a utterer to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The cat 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 minutes went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this power minute and worry about the piss dramatic play after.

Master shook his hollow beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a newly one. I handed it over with a smiling 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 evening if he was having a beer he would relieve oneself us put his fresh beer bottle into our kitty-cat and tell us to bang the bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our twat but he didn't care. He told us that's how he liked his 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.

‘ hurriedness up. There are drinks being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my slit, the ice-cold feeling being foreigner to my cunt. I thrust it a few meter, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussycat. I handed back the bottleful.

‘ commodity fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my friends want their bottles cleaned.'lord winked. This was where it all began to ravel. I started to drop beers because the guys would assure me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the sentence the guy cable who put me over their laps and spanked me intemperate, I'd be racing trying to get more than beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep up.

Between my legs was a gummy mess from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass boldness were lustrous red. Some of the guys really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a contest to see which of them could allow their handprint on my ass for the longsighted. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me lack changing beers just so they could slap me Sir Thomas More. My sea captain said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the ability minute, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddling pool that lord had made me blow up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would happen out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch to mud hand-to-hand struggle for the bozo, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guy cable 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 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 difficult and shouted that I was a pudden-head fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at victor and his brass remained completely inactive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty mo, crying running down my face as my ass got even redder and the kissing got more forceful. Some of the guy wire had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the drink, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would call time on the power time of day.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the Alexander Melville Bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't vex we still have plenty of time for fun .'I got up off the reason and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would establish me a mini-break so I could rub application onto my ass. Instead, he took my hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past hr.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is clock time for you to take in a goody. You 're going to do a keg sales booth and drink as much as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your grimace that you do n't really desire to. But believe me, this is for your own good if you wan na survive the secondly component part of the company. You 'll happen it prosperous 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 overlord forced the metro into my back talk and warm foamy beer was rushing down my pharynx. I was gagging but that did n't stop my passe-partout. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as a lot as possible. 'Keep drinking piglet'my Master whispered into my ear. I could tell he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guy wire let me down. I was featherbrained and fell immediately to the primer coat as they laughed. 'Shower clip'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me bellow at the rest of the guys. The bozo who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool broad of stale peeing 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 just 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 need your face to be recognised on film, there are masquerade behind the bar. I 'm for sure you do n't desire to be associated with a patch of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't induce time to bring it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter taste of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to pass water on me. I could experience more streams of piss hitting my cheek as the showtime guy told me to clean his stopcock. They all had so much piss from an 60 minutes of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and distribute your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that maw of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his knickers. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as lots as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't overlook the impression of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my shit contracting as it was doused with piddle.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard snap up my principal and shoved it into the consortium of stale pee. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to wassail up while I could experience him pissing all over the backbone of my head. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his substructure on my head to observe my face in the pee.

Instantly I could feel mitt on my pelvic girdle 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 Sir Thomas More moth-eaten urine I ended up swallowing. I could palpate my ass being shoved in one focussing and the succeeding as the guys fucked me firmly. While my asshole gaped they aimed their spend a penny directly in the hole and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My victor asked as he watched the bozo raping my ass. I shook my promontory. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his phone in his manus. He motioned for the guys to finish and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to look into this camera, go on all fours, and repeal your leg like the kick you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the mass who watch this video to think you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an existent 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 embarrassed. Who would Master show this video to ? Would it go viral ? Would people see me pissing like a dog and target 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 life as lord 's phone number one bitch ? That I had become so misdirect that I did n't handle what my friends and fellowship saw, all I wanted was Master 's cock.

I looked into the phone camera and began to skin. I could find my weewee flowing out between my legs. The Guy were whistling at me and my passe-partout was smiling. I barked louder with my judgment of conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .