I knew my master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a prospicient meter. In the workweek 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 political party. There was going to be pile of nutrient and outright crapulence. I was going to be the host, making surely that the guys had potable at all multiplication and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to wear thin an outfit and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely nude, except for a apprehension that my Master made me wear that had - kick - written across it in rhinestones. The political party was all set up. Lots of food and bottles of beer with my Master 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 enjoy watching me perform my start 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 guy cable 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 guys already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My Master hadn't mentioned the power 60 minutes yet so I was still waiting for my monastic order.

‘ valet de chambre, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my top executive hours are one of the high spot of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her powerfulness hour debut. She has no idea what's ahead for her but I've no dubiousness that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

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

‘ The ruler of the power hour are the Saami 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 elementary. For the next 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell chime you must submit a orotund swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will make sure that you always have a beer in your handwriting. If your beer runs out and you don't have a beverage by the adjacent Vanessa Bell chime, feel rid to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to learn her to be the perfect hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a pissing pig and you are free to piss on her, in her or spend a penny her crapulence it. You can assault her ass or pharynx fuck her as much as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to engender her soon so who knows, maybe next twelvemonth 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 maestro usually organised. At nigh I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a time. But here there was 12. And passe-partout only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my passe-partout and 12 guy with full-of-the-moon bladders. And they could taste me laborious ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His deal caressed my face and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero reluctance. If me and the hombre are pleased with your functioning, you will turn my number one bitch and all the perk that it affords.'

To go his number one was a big peck. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have got cold shower and to abide naked at all meter in the star sign. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the ointment pies from his former squawk. Instead, you would be treated like a fagot. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other kick. You could ease up demand to them and spend your meter relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and have sex that actually made you orgasm multiple time without having to beg for maestro to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the following few time of day brought in the hope that I'd please him to make me number one. I took a deep breather and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the buzzer that hung beside the bar and call up it, ‘ business leader hour begins !'

The men started to drink. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guys were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my Master want me to go over and romance 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 unity.

The gong chimed every moment. overlord had set up a talker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The bozo 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 transactions went by and everything seemed to be okey. I could go this power time of day and worry about the make frolic after.

passe-partout shook his vacate beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a sweet 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 evening if he was having a beer he would make us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and enjoin us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be insensate 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 front of former men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ hurriedness up. There are drinks being finished.'My passkey smiled. I inserted the bottle into my kitty-cat, the ice-cold notion being extraterrestrial being 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 friends want their bottles cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to ravel. I started to miss beers because the Guy would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the time the guys who put me over their overlap and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get Sir Thomas More beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep up.

Between my ramification was a sticky mess from the dissimilar beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheek 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 leave their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every meter they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me lose changing beers just so they could slap me Thomas More. My superior said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the magnate minute, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a totter puddle that lord had made me bollocks up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would detect out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch to mud wrestle for the guy wire, 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 guys were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. 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 hard and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at lord and his cheek remained completely peaceful. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the succeeding twenty minutes, tears running down my face as my ass got even redder and the fondling got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all quaternary to get the drinking, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at passe-partout, hoping that he would call sentence on the power hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the chime. A few of the cat booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have mountain of time for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would pay me a mini-break so I could rub application onto my ass. Instead, he took my script and brought me over to the keg that had remained unmoved for the past times hour.

'Now my honey fuckpig it is prison term for you to ingest a treat. You 're going to do a keg stand and toast as a good deal 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 undecomposed if you wan na survive the second part of the company. You 'll find it easier if you are almost passed out .'

Now I was scared, but before I had a probability to plead, the keg had been tapped and two of the guys had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My overlord forced the tube into my mouth and ardent foamy beer was rushing down my pharynx. I was gagging but that did n't stop my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to wassail as a great deal as possible. 'Keep drinking piglet'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 clock time'I heard the man who had won the rivalry for slapping me roar at the rest of the guys. The guy wire who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling puddle full moon of stale pissing and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their pee.

'Now that the fuckpig is in blank space, she is now the new urinal. Remember the only 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 need your grimace to be recognised on film, there are masque behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a small-arm of darn like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't sustain time to wreak it up with Master when I felt the hot acerbic appreciation of piss enter my sass. I could see a few hombre were already lined up ready to piss on me. I could feel more streams of wee hitting my face as the first guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so often pissing from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and circulate your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that fix of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as often as I could. They were still hot from the slap and stung badly but I could n't miss the feel of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my asshole catching as it was doused with piss.

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

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 piss for lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the to a greater extent moth-eaten piss I ended up swallowing. I could experience my ass being shoved in one way and the next as the guy rope fucked me unvoiced. While my asshole gaped they aimed their wee 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 cat raping my ass. I shook my straits. 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 cat to finish and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to look into this tv camera, go on all fours, and lift your leg like the beef 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 consider 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 show this video to ? Would it go viral ? Would multitude see me pissing like a dog and point me out on the street ? I knew this was a exam to see if I had left behind my old idea of who I was. Would I squeeze life as passe-partout 's identification number one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was master 's turncock.

I looked into the speech sound camera and began to bark. I could feel my piss flowing out between my legs. The guy cable 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 passe-partout wanted me to be .