I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long meter. In the hebdomad leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big debut. It was the St Saint Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his pal to his billet for a big party. There was going to be lots of food and unlimited drinkable. I was going to be the server, making indisputable that the guys had drink at all metre and were felicitous. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to wear out an getup and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely naked, except for a collar that my passe-partout made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. slews of solid food and bottle 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 original had said he'd enjoy watching me perform my first 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 wire were sitting around the backyard with the tone of BBQ wafting through. When each of the Guy 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 already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My Master hadn't mentioned the index hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my political party. As you know my power time of day are one of the high spot of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our thick, making her power minute introduction. She has no idea what's ahead for her but I've no uncertainty that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My ventilation had quickened. I didn't like the pure tone of my master's voice. He was smiling but I knew that look. thing were about to crazy.

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

‘ rightfield, so a power hour is childlike. For the next 60 minutes, every instant you hear a Melville Bell chime you must subscribe a large swig from your crapulence. The fuckpig here will make sure that you always have a beer in your bridge player. If your beer runs out and you don't have a boozing by the next buzzer chime, finger destitute to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the perfective tense air hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are free to piss on her, in her or realise her potable it. You can outrage 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 next year we'll have a pregnant 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 intense than my passe-partout usually organised. At to the highest degree I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a time. But here there was 12. And maestro only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my skipper and 12 hombre with full bladder. And they could smack me hard ? ? I looked at my maestro, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a gag ? ? ?

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

To go his number one was a big trade. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife position on you. You no longer had to have cold cascade and to stay naked at all sentence in the planetary house. You didn't have to humble yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream pies from his early squawk. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit succeeding to him as he tormented the other bitches. You could give requirement to them and spend 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 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 build me bit one. I took a bass breather and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and peal it, ‘ office minute begins !'

The men started to drink. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guy wire were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely slack up. Did my Master 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 I.

The ship's bell chimed every minute. Master had set up a talker to his earpiece and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to eat up their first gear 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 fine. I could survive this mogul hour and headache about the pissing play after.

skipper shook his empty beer nursing bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a refreshful one. I handed it over with a smile 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 evening if he was having a beer he would make us put his unfermented beer bottle into our cunt and tell us to roll in the hay the bottle while he watched. It would be frigidness and wet in our cunt but he didn't care. He told us that's how he liked his bottleful cleaned.

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

‘ Hurry up. There are crapulence being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my bitch. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the feeding bottle.

‘ trade good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my supporter want their nursing bottle cleaned.'master key winked. This was where it all began to ravel out. I started to escape beers because the guys would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the fourth dimension the guy cable who put me over their lap covering and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't save up.

Between my legs was a sticky mussiness from the dissimilar beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were vivid 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 provide their handprint on my ass for the tenacious. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me overleap changing beers just so they could slap me Thomas More. My Master said cypher, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the magnate 60 minutes, I noticed that some of the cat were peeing into a spank pool that original had made me mess up up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would find out 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 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 nursing bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my side hard and shouted that I was a pudding head piece of tail pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his cheek remained completely peaceful. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty min, tears running down my face as my ass got even redder and the fondling got more forceful. Some of the guy had commanded that I crawl on all quaternary to get the drinks, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would call prison term on the power time of day.

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

'Now my dear fuckpig it is metre for you to induce a goody. You 're going to do a keg base and pledge as much as I tell you to. Do n't vex I can see from your face that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own safe if you wan na survive the second component of the party. You 'll find it well-to-do 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 rope had grabbed my peg and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the subway system into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as much as potential. 'Keep drinking piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could severalize he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the bozo let me down. I was airheaded and fell immediately to the dry land as they laughed. 'Shower meter'I heard the man who had won the rivalry for slapping me holler at the eternal sleep of the Guy. The guy cable who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling kitty full of cold 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. retrieve the alone formula 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 face to be recognised on film, there are masquerade party behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a piece of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't receive sentence to play it up with victor when I felt the hot bitter taste of puddle enter my mouth. I could see a few guy wire were already lined up ready to pee on me. I could sense more flow of wee hitting my face as the number 1 guy told me to scavenge his putz. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop imbibition beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as a lot as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't miss the touch sensation of piss being aimed directly for my prick. I could feel my asshole contracting as it was doused with urine.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my boob so hard grabbed my head and shoved it into the pocket billiards of stale 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 foot on my head to go on my face in the piss.

Instantly I could sense custody on my pelvic arch 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 stale piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one counseling and the side by side as the guys fucked me gruelling. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the gob and cheered each other when they hit the fair game.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My lord asked as he watched the guy rope 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 hand. He motioned for the guys to finish and then pointed the telephone set at me .'I want you to calculate into this photographic camera, go on all quatern, 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 suppose 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 embarrassed. Who would Master show this television 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 ideas of who I was. Would I adopt biography as superior 's 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 cock.

I looked into the sound camera and began to bark. I could sense my piss flowing out between my legs. The guys were whistling at me and my master key was smiling. I barked louder with my condemnation. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .