Understanding Amy

Chapter 4: Explorations

I would like to take a minute to thank my great friend Master Min for allowing me to document some of his exploits for all you good people, also I would like to say, Min you will receive the bill from the cleaners and our next adventure is long overdue.

Also I would like to add, the following two chapters have a lighter side than their counterparts.

Enjoy.

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I smiled as I watched the motorcade slowly make its way up the driveway. Ordinarily I would have left the 'meet and greet' to Tristan however this was a special case; it had been a long time since my good friend had arrived on my doorstep, and as eccentric as ever. Master Min had been a trusted companion of mine for many years and some of our adventures were still mentioned in the Manor frequently.

From his grin through the window-screen, I knew the Jaguar must have been a new acquisition, and the two limos behind meant he was here to stay for a while. His white silk scarf was flapping wildly in the wind. I couldn't help but let out a laugh, it was more of a 'biggles' moment, his dress as he stepped out the car showed the English Gentleman out for a day in the country complete with tweed jacket. He bounded up the steps to greet me heartily.

"Sino. How goes it chappy? It's been too long." He almost ripped my arm from the socket shaking my hand.

"Master Min. Indeed to long my old friend. I see you are still the rogue Top, the others are complaining about."

"Hah, glad to see I'm still the topic of conversation. You like the car." He pointed over admiring it whilst considering his next words.

"I like the scarf, Biggles." I said indicating his choice of wardrobe.

"Dress to impress and all that." He scoffed. "1956 Jaguar Roadster. Acquired it from a most unreasonable chap last week right after I took his estate, the regions filled with these upstarts, so much for the good old days what? Despite it to say his hide is now displayed next to that American girls on my wall, you know, the one from the club where the."

"Yes, yes I remember the one." I jumped in quickly to quell the tale before it came public knowledge. "You seem to forget old friend in the good old days we were the upstarts." Thankfully, before our trip down memory lane continued, one of Min's slave's appeared at his side holding two leashes with another two slaves attached and in tow. "I see your prepared for your stay."

"Got to have something to pass the time and keep me amused old chap." We both smiled as I led my old friend to his suite in the VIP wing, his large entourage in tow.

"Anything you need, speak to Tristan I've reserved you a chamber as always." I made a hasty retreat at that point before any more tales of the past came-to-light.

I spent the rest of the morning warning Tristan on the dangers of Min, his reputation was wild even by the Manor's standards, and his ability to turn an informal party into one massive orgy was somewhat of a legend.

I sat there thinking back to when we first left the service of our respective Mistress' and started out on our own. Our military might back then was somewhat lower than our status. I had spent 5 months talking to Generals and other military officials in hopes of receiving some backing. We finally agreed to get them altogether and hold talks. At least that was my plan. Within 20 minutes of all our guests arriving Min walked in with full leathers on and over a dozen trained subs in tow. Within an hour of his arrival, the whole room was engaged in anything but talks. That wouldn't have been too damaging if it hadn't been for the chocolate sauce wrestling taking place in the middle of the room.

I was utterly amused at the site of one of the Generals parading round the room naked with a harness and butt-plug horsetail, by a petite blonde intermittently taking swipes at his ass with a riding crop. Only Min could turn a bunch of stuffy paper-pushers into sex craved deviants. The grin on his face, showed how pleased he was with his handiwork.

It was then I spotted the lovely blonde Major.

I had her on her back in an instant kissing her deeply while fondling her breasts. I kissed her continuously, sucking her lower lip then tasting the skin on her neck. It was as though my tongue was on a long thorough journey over her body.

I sucked, licked and nipped her nipples until she was gasping. I continued to lap her belly button and down to her bush. I didn't eat her though, instead I licked my way down one thigh, nipping at her calf then sucking her toes. Only on my way back up her body did I finally seek the nub nestled away, sucking at it until she nearly screamed.

When I finally entered her, I had her legs over my shoulders and both my hands tormented her breast's, as I pumped hard into her. It was a long, hard ride. Her hips met my every move enjoying my roughness. Just after she stopped coming, I pulled out and shot my load all over her dress shirt.

By the end of the night every guest in the room had agreed to support us, that and receiving a lifetime membership to our respective clubs. I seem to remember the dry cleaning cost was ungodly. Fond memories.

Tristan seemed amused by my recount of the tale, but understood that my intentions were one of control. The last thing I needed was another immense cleaning bill.

More and more guests piled through the door every hour, and nearly every one of them wanted an audience to convey their congratulations on our upcoming connubial. Amy and I had received gifts and praise from what seemed like an ever-growing flow of people.

Master Min had sent one of his favourite slaves as a present for Amy along with a wonderful South African rhinoceros-hide whip for myself, which I was later informed was called a Sjambok. To be honest I was more interested in the slave, Summer. I had to admire Min's fine eye for detail. He knew before I had even told him of my intention to train Amy as a Mistress after the Rose Ceremony, perhaps that was why our friendship had lasted for so long.

A few hours later, I had retreated to my chamber to sign off some paperwork, and in truth to avoid public scrutiny for a while. Strange I thought to myself considering I am in nature an exhibitionist, however that said one does not necessarily eat Filet Mignon every day of the week.

I should have known better, I should have told Tristan that I was not to be contacted. I really shouldn't have picked up the phone. I honestly couldn't remember when I had spoken to Security last, but to be told there was a situation in the lobby that required my attention meant something big was happening. I had a suspicion and I just hoped it wasn't whom I thought.

I raced down to the lobby to be greeted by a sight which I should have been shocked, no, not the right word, annoyed by, instead all I could do was suppress a grin spreading from ear to ear. Security trying there best to break up the ever-evolving scene between Min and 4 subs. Min looked over never stopping from his assault on a lovely little brunette, bullwhip in hand, keeping security from breaking up his little display. To the side a blonde was sandwiched in between 2 male servants pounding away for all they were worth. A loud crack of the bullwhip aimed toward one of the security officers head brought me back to my senses. "Just like old times." I said still trying to lose the mirth in my voice, before putting on my most masterful scornful faces.

"Just like old times old chap, the chocolate sauce for the wrestling match is on ice as we speak." He continued pounding the brunette whilst smiling broadly to all and sundry. I knew he was deadly serious about the sauce. I also knew myself it should have stopped there but to be honest I felt the hedonist awaken in me and felt tempted to join in. Tristan stood smiling at me probably realising what my thoughts were.

"Clear the lobby of all the guests and call off Security." I said waving the security off with my hand. Tristan almost fell to the floor, not fully taking in my orders and in part to the scene in front of him.

"Jolly sporting of you old chap." Min jumped in. "Now we need more play things, you rusty over here." Sarah had picked the worst possible time to walk through the lobby.

"She's mine." I snapped quickly before Min had any pause for thought. Insulted my dear redhead Sarah was to be his new plaything.

"Master." Sarah looked over to me unsure of what to do before averting her eyes to the floor.

"It's ok pet. Disrobe and come to me." She immediately dropped the dress to the floor and crawled over to my feet.

"Great googly moogly." Min chorused watching Sarah as her dress pooled at her feet before speeding up his assault on the brunette. "I never realised what talent you had here."

I shot a scolding look over at Min. "Master Min!"

"Well, what do you expect me to say? She's a little honey pot. It seems someone's forgotten how to share!"

"We'll see about that." I lost before I started. By accepting his challenge, I conceded defeat. Gods why didn't I stop the scene when I had the chance, still as always if I was going to join the battle I was going to fight like hell in the battle. "Tristan get in here." Tristan came running back into the lobby. He knelt at my feet next to Sarah. "Get me my equipment and get some subs in here sharpish." Two minutes later, the lobby began filling with slaves. An hour later, the whole room was filled with naked sweaty bodies all engaged in some form of devious sexual act. It was glorious. I finally gave up the battle when the chocolate sauce wrestling and naked leapfrog games began I just went with the flow. I actually forgot how much fun chocolate sauce wrestling was. God I was going to be paying the cleaning bill for years to come. Of course, that would wait; I was too busy pounding into that brunette's ass whilst trying to keep my footing, not an easy matter when covered in chocolate sauce. She was wonderfully responsive though. The last thing I remember was receiving a fantastic blowjob from Sarah she slid to her knees, and grabbed my cock. She covered it with kisses, worshipping it, before she took it whole into her mouth. She loved blowjobs, and attacked my dick with vigour. She reached around to squeeze my butt, as she increased her pace. I looked over to find Min in some kind of kinky game of Twister with a smile on his face, bullwhip still in hand.

The last sound I heard before slipping into an unconscious stupor was the sound of the clock striking Midnight followed by "Woo Hoo, choc's away old boy!" The undeniable sound of Master Min, the rogue Top and ultimate hedonist, enjoying the ample delight's of my dear Sarah, hanging on for dear life before collapsing in a spent heap on the floor.

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