I knew my Master had been waiting for this holiday weekend for a long sentence. In the calendar week 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 lots of food and unlimited drink. I was going to be the waiter, making indisputable that the guys had drinks at all clip and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to wear an rig 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 skipper made me wear out that had - beef - written across it in rhinestones. The 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 Master had said he'd delight watching me perform my get-go superpower time of day. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the company.

By four everyone was here. All the guys were sitting around the backyard with the look of BBQ wafting through. When each of the guy cable walked in their oculus 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 dick. My skipper hadn't mentioned the major power hour yet so I was still waiting for my social club.

‘ Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my king hours are one of the highlights of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her magnate hour debut. She has no idea what's ahead for her but I've no doubt that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

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

‘ The rules of the great power hour are the Saame 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.

‘ rightfulness, so a power hour is simple-minded. For the following 60 transactions, every minute you hear a bell chime you must take a boastfully gulp from your drinking. The fuckpig here will pee certain that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a drink by the future bell chime, feel gratuitous to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to instruct her to be the perfect hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a urine pig and you are liberal to piss on her, in her or make her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her twat, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to breed 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 Sir Thomas More intense than my Master usually organised. At virtually I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a time. But here there was 12. And victor 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 guys with full bladders. And they could taste me hard ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke ? ? ?

His handwriting caressed my face and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero hesitation. If me and the guys are please with your performance, you will suit my issue one bitch and all the perk that it affords.'

To turn 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 have cold showers and to bide naked at all time in the house. You didn't have to mortify yourself by humping article of furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the ointment pies from his former bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a fagot. You would sit side by side to him as he tormented the other beef. You could turn over demands to them and spend your time relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and deliver sex that actually made you orgasm multiple sentence without having to beg for captain to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the next few 60 minutes brought in the Leslie Townes Hope that I'd please him to make me routine one. I took a deep breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ power hour begins !'

The men started to booze. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guys 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 void I.

The bells chimed every minute. passkey had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to complete their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to stay on top of thing, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The first 15 arcminute went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this power hour and worry about the pee-pee dramatic play after.

Master shook his empty beer feeding 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 arrive at us put his clean beer bottleful into our pussy and distinguish us to fuck 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 bottles cleaned.

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

‘ Hurry up. There are drink being finished.'My original smiled. I inserted the nursing bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being stranger to my cunt. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my cunt. I handed back the nursing bottle.

‘ commodity fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my booster want their bottles cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to leave out beers because the guys would say me to keep fucking myself with the bottleful. Then by the sentence the guys who put me over their laps 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 sticky pot from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were bright red. Some of the Guy really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a challenger to see which of them could leave their handprint on my ass for the retentive. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me young woman changing beers just so they could slap me Sir Thomas More. My overlord said zero, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the power hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a toddle pool that victor had made me blow up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would come up out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another beef to mud grapple for the Guy, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the Guy were getting to a greater extent buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guy cable were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinkable. One man squeezed my boob so hard while I cleaned his nursing bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my side intemperate and shouted that I was a poor fish fucking pig. The bozo beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his aspect 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 face as my ass got even violent and the fondling got more forceful. Some of the guy cable had commanded that I crawl on all foursome to get the swallow, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would call metre on the world power hr.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and call up the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't vex we still have mess 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 untasted for the past 60 minutes.

'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to stimulate a treat. You 're going to do a keg sales booth and drink as much as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your face that you do n't really desire to. But believe me, this is for your own good if you wan na survive the endorse part of the party. You 'll find it comfortable 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 guys had grabbed my wooden leg and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the thermionic vacuum tube into my backtalk and strong foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't stop my sea captain. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to tope as much as possible. 'Keep crapulence piggy'my Master whispered into my ear. I could evidence 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 clip'I heard the man who had won the competitor for slapping me holler at the rest of the guys. The guy wire who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool wide of stale peeing and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their urine.

'Now that the fuckpig is in billet, she is now the new urinal. Remember the lone 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 photographic film, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't need to be associated with a piece of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't have time to convey it up with lord when I felt the hot bitterness perceptiveness of piss enter my backtalk. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to piss on me. I could feel more streams of take a leak hitting my face as the first guy told me to cleanse his cock. They all had so much urine from an 60 minutes of non-stop drinking beer.

'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, truelove, metre to water 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 slap and stung badly but I could n't miss the flavour of piss being aimed directly for my arse. I could experience my mother fucker catching as it was doused with piss.

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

Instantly I could experience hands on my pelvic girdle 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 moth-eaten piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one focus and the following as the hombre fucked me hard. While my bunghole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the hole and cheered each former when they hit the object.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My Master asked as he watched the guy cable raping my ass. I shook my headway. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his phone in his script. He motioned for the guy to cease and then pointed the phone at me .'I want you to depend into this 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 think that an literal woman would let men plow 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 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 thought of who I was. Would I bosom life as Master 's phone number one gripe ? That I had become so depraved that I did n't manage what my admirer and family saw, all I wanted was Master 's cock.

I looked into the phone camera and began to bark. I could feel my piss flowing out between my stage. The guy cable were whistling at me and my Master was smiling. I barked louder with my strong belief. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .