I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a recollective time. In the calendar week 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 buddies to his place for a big party. There was going to be great deal of food and unlimited drink. I was going to be the server, making sure that the guys had drinkable at all sentence and were well-chosen. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to put on 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 Master made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. Lots of nutrient and bottles of beer with my victor setting up the BBQ. I knew his friends would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd enjoy watching me perform my first base power hour. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the company.

By four everyone was here. All the guy wire were sitting around the backyard with the smell 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 cat already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My Master hadn't mentioned the superpower 60 minutes yet so I was still waiting for my gild.

‘ gentleman's gentleman, thank you for coming to my 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 midst, making her power hour unveiling. She has no idea what's ahead for her but I've no dubiety that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

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

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

‘ Right, so a office hour is simple. For the next 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell chime you must adopt a heavy draft from your drink. The fuckpig here will make certain that you always have a beer in your mitt. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the next bell bell, finger liberal 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 hour, my fuckpig becomes a urine pig and you are resign to pee-pee on her, in her or cause her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to cover 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 Thomas More intense 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 passkey and 12 guy cable with to the full bladder. And they could smack me hard ? ? I looked at my lord, worry etched all over my cheek. 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 guy are pleased with your performance, you will go my number one bitch and all the fringe benefit that it affords.'

To become his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed married woman status on you. You no longer had to have got cold showers and to stay naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the pick pies from his early bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other bitch. You could give need to them and pass 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 superior 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 name me number one. I took a deep breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and knell it, ‘ force hour begins !'

The men started to toast. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guys were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely unstrain. Did my Master want me to go over and dally 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 empty ones.

The bells chimed every minute. Master had set up a speaker to his earphone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to wind up their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to delay on top of things, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The starting time 15 bit went by and everything seemed to be fine. I could pull through this power hour and worry about the piss play after.

master copy shook his evacuate beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a wise 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 make us put his fresh beer nursing bottle into our pussy and tell us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be dusty and wet in our cunt but he didn't precaution. He told us that's how he liked his bottleful cleaned.

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

‘ rush up. There are deglutition being finished.'My original smiled. I inserted the bottleful into my kitty, the ice-cold feel being stranger to my pussy. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my kitty. I handed back the bottle.

‘ Good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my friends want their bottle cleaned.'lord winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to overlook beers because the cat would distinguish me to keep fucking myself with the feeding bottle. Then by the clip the guy cable who put me over their lick and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't keep up.

Between my legs was a unenviable muss from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass impudence were undimmed red. Some of the guys really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a rivalry to see which of them could leave their handprint on my ass for the longest. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me missy changing beers just so they could slap me more. My lord said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a dodder pool 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 wrestle for the guys, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guys were getting to a greater extent buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guys were particularly handsy when I refreshed their beverage. One man squeezed my breast so hard while I cleaned his feeding bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face voiceless and shouted that I was a stupid person nooky pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his brass remained completely passive voice. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, tears running down my face as my ass got even red and the smooching got more forceful. Some of the bozo had commanded that I crawl on all fours 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 hr.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and rang the gong. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have flock of fourth dimension 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 hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained unaffected for the past hour.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to accept a treat. You 're going to do a keg tie-up and tope as much as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your human face that you do n't really desire to. But believe me, this is for your own good if you wan na survive the second part of the political party. You 'll find it easier 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 bozo had grabbed my peg and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the tube into my rima oris and strong foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my victor. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as practically as possible. 'Keep drinking piggy'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 primer coat as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the rest of the guys. The Guy who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pond fully of stale piss and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their peeing.

'Now that the fuckpig is in property, she is now the new urinal. commemorate the but rule goes is that her fat snatch 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 movie, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a patch of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have sentence to bring it up with master when I felt the hot biting taste of make water enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to wee-wee on me. I could feel more streams of wee-wee hitting my face as the first guy told me to houseclean his rooster. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and circulate your asscheeks, sweetie, time to H2O that hollow of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his gasp. 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 miss the spirit of piss being aimed directly for my shit. I could finger my SOB contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breast so hard grabbed my principal and shoved it into the pool of dusty piss. He dragged my brass over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could sense him pissing all over the back of my headland. I was coughing and spluttering from the piddle, but he just put his base on my mind to keep my fount 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 lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more cold peeing I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guys fucked me hard. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the kettle of fish and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master 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 hand. He motioned for the hombre to wind up and then pointed the telephone at me .'I want you to face into this camera, go on all quadruplet, 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 cerebrate you believe you are a dog. They would never think that an actual cleaning 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 up 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 trial to see if I had left behind my old approximation of who I was. Would I embrace life as master key 's numeral one bitch ? That I had become so deprave that I did n't care what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was Master 's stopcock.

I looked into the telephone television camera and began to bark. I could feel my weewee flowing out between my ramification. The guys were whistling at me and my original was smiling. I barked louder with my conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .