I knew my passe-partout had been waiting for this vacation weekend for a long 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 brother to his place for a big party. There was going to be lashings of food and inexhaustible drink. I was going to be the server, making sure that the guys had deglutition at all prison term and were well-chosen. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to endure an outfit and he had just laughed.

It was three in the good afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely naked, except for a collar that my Master made me endure that had - cunt - 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 friends would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My passe-partout had said he'd enjoy watching me execute my kickoff king hour. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the political party.

By four everyone was here. All the guys were sitting around the backyard with the olfaction of BBQ wafting through. When each of the guys walked in their optic looked me up and down. I was so exposed to them, I knew I must be blushing. I could see a few hombre already leisurely rubbing their cock. My Master hadn't mentioned the magnate minute yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my political party. As you know my power hr are one of the highlights of the twelvemonth. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her major power hour debut. She has no musical theme 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 lord's vocalization. He was smiling but I knew that look. matter were about to crazy.

‘ The convention of the magnate hour are the Lapp 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 paw on my ass.

‘ rightfield, so a power hour is simple. For the following 60 minutes, every minute of arc you hear a bell chime you must subscribe to a large swig from your potable. The fuckpig here will make sure that you always have a beer in your helping hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drinkable by the succeeding bell gong, palpate free to larrup my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the double-dyed stewardess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are free to piddle on her, in her or make her drink it. You can dishonor her ass or throat fuck her as lots as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed her soon so who knows, maybe next class 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 Master usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a fourth dimension. 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 master copy and 12 guys with full vesica. And they could taste me severely ? ? I looked at my professional, worry etched all over my nerve. 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 guys are delight with your execution, you will become my act one kick and all the perks that it affords.'

To go his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have cold shower bath and to stay naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to humble yourself by humping article of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the pick Proto-Indo European from his other cunt. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit succeeding to him as he tormented the other bitches. You could give need to them and spend your clip relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and accept 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 succeeding few hours brought in the promise that I'd please him to make me routine one. I took a recondite breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the Alexander Melville Bell that hung beside the bar and band it, ‘ top executive hour begins !'

The men started to imbibe. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The Guy were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. 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 cooler for when I needed to replace the empty unity.

The doorbell chimed every minute. Master had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to terminate 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 showtime 15 second went by and everything seemed to be OK. I could survive this force hour and worry about the piss play after.

Master shook his vacuous beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a novel one. I handed it over with a grin 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 tell us to lie with the nursing bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our bitch 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 early men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ Hurry up. There are boozing being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottleful into my cunt, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my cunt. I thrust it a few prison term, 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 ally want their nursing bottle cleaned.'victor winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to pretermit beers because the bozo would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the time the Guy 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 ramification was a embarrassing spate from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were bright red. Some of the bozo really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a contention to see which of them could go out their handprint on my ass for the farseeing. I cried every sentence they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me fille changing beers just so they could slap me more. My original said nix, so I knew it must be allowed.

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

Also, the guys were getting more buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guy cable were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. One man squeezed my chest so hard while I cleaned his bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face voiceless and shouted that I was a stupid ass pig. The guy cable beside him just laughed. I looked at master key and his aspect remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the next 20 minutes, tears running down my face as my ass got even redder and the snuggling got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all tetrad to get the boozing, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at skipper, hoping that he would name prison term on the magnate hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and reverberate the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't worry we still have plenty of fourth dimension for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would ease up 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 uninfluenced for the preceding hr.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is meter for you to give birth a dainty. You 're going to do a keg pedestal and drink as a great 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 effective if you wan na survive the second part of the 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 cat had grabbed my peg and were forcing me into a headstand. My superior forced the tube into my rima oris and warm foamy beer was rushing down my pharynx. I was gagging but that did n't break my overlord. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to pledge as a good deal as possible. 'Keep boozing piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could separate he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the bozo let me down. I was silly and fell immediately to the background as they laughed. 'Shower sentence'I heard the man who had won the contest for slapping me holloa at the respite of the guys. The bozo who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pocket billiards to the full of cold piss and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their water.

'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. think the only rule goes is that her fat twat is mine. After that, I do n't care what you do. Oh, and if you do n't desire your face to be recognised on film, there are masquerade behind the bar. I 'm certain you do n't require to be associated with a man of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have time to bring it up with lord when I felt the hot virulent sense of taste of pee-pee enter my rima oris. I could see a few guys were already lined up quick to piss on me. I could feel more current of urine hitting my expression as the maiden guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and circularise your asscheeks, sweetie, fourth dimension to piddle that hole of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his trouser. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as much as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I could n't miss the opinion of pissing being aimed directly for my motherfucker. I could feel my arsehole contracting as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard snaffle my head word and shoved it into the pocket billiards of dusty pee. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to drink in up while I could finger him pissing all over the backrest of my head. I was coughing and spluttering from the weewee, but he just put his animal foot on my head to keep my face in the piss.

Instantly I could feel hands 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 cold water I ended up swallowing. I could finger my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guys fucked me grueling. While my asshole gaped they aimed their make water directly in the hole and cheered each other when they hit the target area.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My professional asked as he watched the Guy raping my ass. I shook my top dog. 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 phone at me .'I want you to look into this television camera, go on all fours, and filch your leg like the cunt 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 think that an genuine cleaning lady 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 point this telecasting to ? Would it go viral ? Would mass 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 embrace life as Master 's number one bitch ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't care what my friend and family saw, all I wanted was superior 's stopcock.

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