I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a longsighted time. In the weeks 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 crony to his place for a big party. There was going to be dozens of food and unlimited beverage. I was going to be the server, making sure that the Guy had drinks at all times and were glad. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to have on an outfit and he had just laughed.

It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely naked, except for a dog collar that my Master made me hold out that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. pile of nutrient and nursing bottle of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his ally would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My overlord had said he'd savor watching me do my beginning major power hr. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the company.

By four everyone was here. All the guy rope 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 passe-partout hadn't mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ gentleman, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my index hours are one of the highlights of the yr. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her superpower hr debut. She has no estimate what's ahead for her but I've no dubiousness that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My breathing had quickened. I didn't like the musical note of my Master's vocalism. He was smiling but I knew that expression. Things were about to crazy.

‘ The regulation of the king hour 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 helping hand on my ass.

‘ right hand, so a power hour is wide-eyed. For the next 60 mo, every arcminute you hear a ship's bell chime you must take a tumid swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will make certain that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a boozing 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 air hostess. At the end of the time of day, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are free to spend a penny on her, in her or stool her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as lots as you want. Her twat, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe side by side year we'll have a fraught 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 Master usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 guy at a metre. 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 Guy with wax bladders. And they could smack me toilsome ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my grimace. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His hand 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 proud of with your execution, you will become my number one squawk and all the perk that it affords.'

To get his phone number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to take in cold exhibitioner and to continue naked at all sentence in the house. You didn't have to chagrin yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the cream Proto-Indo European from his other beef. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other gripe. You could kick in demands to them and spend your sentence 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 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 cryptical breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ world power hour begins !'

The men started to drink. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The hombre were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my maestro 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 ice chest for when I needed to replace the evacuate ones.

The Melville Bell chimed every min. schoolmaster had set up a Speaker to his phone 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 matter, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The first 15 proceedings went by and everything seemed to be O.K.. I could live this power minute and concern about the pee-pee romp after.

headmaster shook his empty beer nursing bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a invigorated 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 eventide if he was having a beer he would make us put his fresh beer bottleful into our twat and tell us to get it on the bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our cunt but he didn't care. 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 nominal head of other men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ Hurry up. There are drinks being finished.'My original smiled. I inserted the bottle into my puss, the ice-cold feeling being outlander 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.'skipper winked. This was where it all began to untangle. I started to escape beers because the guy rope would tell me to prevent fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the fourth dimension the guys who put me over their circle and spanked me concentrated, I'd be racing trying to get Sir Thomas More beers from the bar. I just couldn't celebrate up.

Between my legs was a sticky great deal from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass impertinence were bright 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 pull up stakes their handprint on my ass for the retentive. I cried every fourth dimension they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me lose changing beers just so they could slap me more than. My passkey said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the mightiness minute, I noticed that some of the hombre were peeing into a paddle consortium that Master had made me blow up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would find out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch to mud grapple for the guys, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guy rope were getting more buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guy 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 dullard fucking pig. The guy cable beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his boldness remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty dollar bill minutes, tears running down my nerve as my ass got even cherry-red and the fondling got more emphatic. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all tetrad to get the drinks, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at skipper, hoping that he would promise time on the power hr.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the campana. A few of the cat booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't concern 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 consecrate 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 uninfluenced for the preceding hour.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to induce a dainty. You 're going to do a keg stand and drink in as a lot as I tell you to. Do n't vex I can see from your boldness that you do n't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own unspoilt if you wan na survive the second contribution of the party. You 'll come up it prosperous if you are almost passed out .'

Now I was scared, but before I had a luck to plead, the keg had been tapped and two of the guy cable had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My lord forced the tube into my mouth and lovesome foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't break my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to booze as much as potential. 'Keep drinking piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could differentiate he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the basis as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me hollo at the relief of the guy wire. The cat who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full of stale urine and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their piss.

'Now that the fuckpig is in lieu, she is now the new urinal. Remember the simply rule goes is that her fat kitty-cat is mine. After that, I do n't wish what you do. Oh, and if you do n't want your face to be recognised on motion picture, there are masquerade party behind the bar. I 'm sure as shooting you do n't want to be associated with a part of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't let time to convey it up with master key when I felt the hot vitriolic preference of piddle enter my oral fissure. I could see a few guy were already lined up ready to urinate on me. I could feel more streams of piss hitting my look as the first off guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so much water from an hour of non-stop drink beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, meter to water supply that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as much as I could. They were still hot from the smack and stung badly but I could n't drop the tone of weewee being aimed directly for my asshole. I could palpate my son of a bitch contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my chest so hard catch my head and shoved it into the pool of dusty pissing. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could find him pissing all over the back of my foreland. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his metrical unit on my straits to keep open my face in the piss.

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 lubricator and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the to a greater extent stale pee I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the following as the guys fucked me concentrated. While my asshole gaped they aimed their pissing directly in the kettle of fish and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My schoolmaster asked as he watched the guy wire 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 paw. He motioned for the bozo to finish and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to look into this television camera, go on all fours, and come up your leg like the squawk you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the mass who watch this video to reckon 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 abash. Who would Master show this video 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 mental test to see if I had left behind my old estimation of who I was. Would I cover life as Master 's bit one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my friends and kin saw, all I wanted was Master 's prick.

I looked into the phone camera and began to bark. I could sense my weewee flowing out between my legs. The guys 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 .