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Hanson House Sequel: Jasminda

By: mjar65



Two years had passed since Jasminda, then a young novice submissive at Hanson House, had been presented to Mr Amin Al-Assad. That was almost two years since she had been sold to a Master as personal property. The young Filipina sometimes had to pinch herself to believe the life she'd been given.

"Sold" – Jas often thought about that concept. She knew it was "wrong" and an abomination to "proper society". Even at Hanson House, where it was normal for graduates to be offered to a Dominant as a suitable match, the female students always had some discretion, some say in their allocation. Jas, on the other hand, had been given to an owner in exchange for a handsome financial contribution. She had been honoured to be able to do such a thing for Hanson House and the wonderful Mistress Rose. There had been elation at being wanted so much that a powerful and wealthy man would pay a considerable sum to obtain her. 

The nature of the deal was that Jasminda had been given no say at all other than to sign away the rights enjoyed by most Hanson House graduates. She had been bought and her owner had unquestioned control of her body. Yet, for two years she'd known this was the life she wanted – the life of a sexual slave and a private possession. She'd been sold – not once, as it happened, but now twice.

The first Jasminda had known about it was the day she'd met Mr Assad. She'd been captivated by the stranger. He had an amazing charisma – something that Jas had never tired of. To be able to serve and worship such a man, to be not submissive but the property of her owner, was an idea she'd fallen in love with quickly. The fact that Mr Assad had the money and power to make it all possible only heightened her enthusiasm.

Since the sale, she'd been careful not to fall in love with Mr Assad. The senior instructors at Hanson House had warned her about that. Assad had paid a lot of money for Jas and yet, under the deal, he had the power to sell her at any time. That was the reason Hanson House had insisted on such a detailed agreement before the deal had been done.

Still, there was no denying Jas felt incredible gratitude towards the powerful and imposing Mr Al-Assad. From the moment she'd been told, by Mistress Rose personally, she had known she'd give everything to her owner. To be chosen was the greatest honour and Jas was determined to give her all as Hanson graduate. Partly, too, that was because Jas realised that she'd leapt ahead of her classmates. For her there was no more worry about whether she'd graduate and perhaps be assigned to a Dominant. Now she could serve - truly serve and obey a "higher" man.

Having been bought for money made the honour all the greater. Mr Assad had put a price on her. He had not merely chosen her - he'd selected her carefully and spent a considerable sum of money to procure her. For young Jas, a contented slave now, there could be no stronger validation. 

Jas was very much like her peers in one respect – sex was now a constant part of her daily routine. She was no longer that timid girl who was afraid of what men wanted from her. As a sexual slave she could expect almost constant demands for her to perform and to service cocks. Her new life seemed filled with endless sucking and fucking and she knew this was what she'd been born for. 

So Jas had quickly settled in to serving her owner. A'yan she was required to call him – it meant Lord. He was old-fashioned in some ways. As on their first meeting, he had a strict requirement that Jasminda show "respect" for him. Several times each day Jas could be required get down on the floor and kiss his shoes. The rule was that each time he entered the house she had to be ready to perform her act of obeisance. At least once each morning and night she would fall to her hands and knees and softly kiss his bare feet. She did it gladly, eager to worship the power and charm of this special man.

When her Lord was home, she was required to be awake each morning before him, waiting and ready to use her mouth or her hands to help him greet the day. Sometimes he would fuck her mouth to completion. Other times he might order a handjob and Jas would know she was to catch his load on her sweet face. Jas was always eager to pleasure his cock and receive his load.

Mr Assad came from a large and wealthy clan. They owned extensive business interests and A'yan had been given responsibility for some of the key companies. it meant that Jasminda enjoyed a life of luxury and opportunity. He had a wonderful house where even she was entitled to be cared for by servants and maids. She did question that but he was insistent.

"I have many fine things. Expensive cars, well-bred horses, my houses. All these things I have staff to care for. You are part of my collection of fine things. So the staff care for you as well."

As part of the deal with Hanson House she'd been able to continue her academic work and later her Lord had given her part-time work to combine with her studies. She sometimes was taken with him on business trips. Though she'd moved across country to live with Mr Assad, she had regular contact with her family and every few months he'd sent her home to visit. They'd been told that Assad was her employer. He gave Jas the finest of many things and one of her greatest delights had been learning to ride horses at Mr Assad's country home.

Perhaps the best thing for Jas was that she was no longer a virgin. Leaving Hanson House meant she could be fucked, properly – even Jasminda had surprised herself at how hungry and grateful she had been to finally be penetrated by a real man and his thick, hard cock. As his property, her Lord used her sexually in any way he wanted. He used her whenever he wanted. Jas was content that that was her place. 

With her conservative upbringing, Jas had always been taught that sex was an obligation to her husband. Then she had been chosen by Hanson House and the talented teachers there had unlocked something deep inside her. Jas had discovered that sex could be pleasurable and, more importantly, that she wanted to have a lot of it. Her owner recognised her talent and saw to it that Jas got almost as much sex as she could handle. The young Filipina had come to know that she was a true cockslut. Lust, pride and gratitude made it easy for Jas to give Mr Al-Assad anything he desired.

A'yan had taken her virginity the first week. She'd been overjoyed to finally lose that part of herself. Even better that it was a man such as Mr Assad. She'd been thrilled to have him penetrate her womanhood, to receive him as her first. It had hurt, of course – she was small and he was thick. More important to Jas was the sense that she was a whole woman at last and the knowledge that she could serve A'yan fully, totally. In a way, being fucked by him for her first time was a more important signal of her new role than any contract. Hanson House insisted its novice submissives remained virgins and now she understood why.

Her Lord was a generous and skilled lover and he'd gone to some effort to pleasure his new slave. Since that first time things had gotten better and better as Jas had learned more about her sexual response. Where she'd once thought it enough to have two orgasms, she'd developed into a truly multi-orgasmic creature. Her enjoyment of sex made Jas an even better slave and allowed her owner to show off his prowess.

Many women, especially wives, hoped to be able to please their men. Jas didn't need to worry about that – her owner had the right to take from her any pleasure he desired. If her Lord asked for more than most women could give then Jas knew she could rely on her training at Hanson House.

He'd taken her arse just a few days later. That had been a wonderful moment for her. Jas had learned early that she had a special capacity for anal sex. A'yan had not said a word as he prepared her passage but Jas had recognised what was to be done to her. Thanks to her training, she had known she'd be able to accommodate even his thick cock. He had gone slowly at first but once he started to pump into her stretched anus Jas had felt something better than all the toys and plugs of her training – hard flesh reaming her backdoor. Being arse-fucked was almost her favourite and A'yan made her body feel like it was singing.

Once he'd possesed both her holes, Mr Assad was ready to have Jas marked permanently. It was part of what made her a slave, personal property. Hanson House did not permit body modification as a rule. It wasn't always wise given that people could change their minds, or their preferences, and graduates could expect to be re-assigned to other members of the Hanson House network. Garish tattoos and outlandish piercings were frowned upon as a result. In Jasminda's case, given the sum of money that had changed hands, that rule did not apply. Mr Al-Assad had the right to exchange or even sell her outside the network. He was free to do anything that might enhance or reduce her sale price.

So Jas was taken to an exclusive salon where her owner had instructed the staff to give his slave rings in her labia. Four times Jas was pierced in her inner cunt lips and from that day she had constantly worn metal jewellery for him. When the piercings were ready, A'yan had had her fitted with gold rings - each one engraved with his name in Arab script. 

Jas loved her rings and took pride in them. Several times each day she would have a reason to feel them or to remember them. At those moments she couldn't help but smile. They were on display often, too, since Jas was required to be practically naked when inside the house. 

While her clothing at home was minimal Jas never felt truly naked. A'yan had had her fitted with a custom-made leather collar. It was heavy and yet comfortable. It usually went with her on business trips and she was required to wear it even in front of most visitors to Mr Assad's home. Jas didn't mind at all – she was proud of her collar and her status as an owned slave.

That was another part of her slavehood – her role as private property was virtually full-time. A'yan had paid well for her and he expected to be pleased by her at all times. Her Lord felt no need to hide her away. Her collar, her piercings and her almost complete nudity were always on display in his homes, no matter whether house staff or even friends were present.

It was true that her general appearance scandalised the house staff. Some of Assad's friends had been a little taken aback as well. Several of the staff had tried to express their pity for her but Jas had dismissed such folly. There was no need for pity when it came to her owner. A'yan liked to show off his slave and he wanted her to available to him at all times. Her clothing (or lack of it) was both symbolic and practical.

Assad was the rising son of a very wealthy family and he was accustomed to getting what he wanted – paying for things if he found just the right possession. The family had power and one day he would rise to head the family and its business empire. It was easy for him to demand submission and to expect compliance with his wishes. Having bought Jasminda there was no reason not to use her as he wished.

His sexual desire could erupt at almost any time. More than once he'd thrown her onto the dining table as he was having breakfast and pumped her holes till he came hard and deep inside her. A couple of times Jas had realised he was still eating his meal while he reamed her sphincters. He'd not missed a stroke and Jas had been humiliated and joyous at the same time.

Just as at their first meeting. Assad loved to spank her bottom. He would strike her any time the urge took him. It was meant as something playful, or so Jas felt. But there were the times, at least once each month, when Assad would be in the mood to deliver a proper beating. He would force her over some furniture or across his lap and take his time whaling on her tight little butt. Her soft skin and firm muscles always moved and reddened just as he liked. Once in a while he would use an implement, like a wooden paddle, but more often he preferred his hand, feeling his skin on hers as he abused his little brown slave. Jas was thrilled to have her Lord use her in that way and she was always well rewarded when Assad would present his swollen cock to her, spurting his cum on her face or down her throat.

At his country house Mr Assad liked to use her in the stables. Many times she'd been forced on hands and knees, face close to the soiled straw, while A'yan had spanked her. Then she'd been fucked, on the floor of the stall by the side of one of his stallions. 

On one occasion he'd tied Jas up firmly in one of the stalls and then watched as his younger brother had whipped her. "Go on brother," he had insisted. "This one you can hurt. She is mine and I am giving her to you now."

The brother had been much harsher than her Lord, seemingly enjoying the pain he inflicted on little Jas. She had cried out, helpless, each time the brother had slashed at her flesh. Despite her tears she had almost welcomed the blows. The marks left by the brother's riding crop were proof that she was the property of her Lord, who could use her or loan her if he so wished. 

The brother had fucked her that day as well – pounding her with the same savagery he'd used with the crop. Jas had been delighted to receive the brother's cock. The pounding in her cunt had dulled the pain in her butt and her flanks. When he was done, both men had stood in front of her, jacking off. Jas had stared at both cocks hungrily, enjoying the sight of two shafts so alike.

Then each had shot his seed over her face, still wet with tears, before going off to discuss family business. Unlike that first meeting with Mr Assad, she'd not flinched at all. Little Jas was doubly happy having man cum splashed on her face, feeling "right and proper" to be coated with the product of two cocks.

They'd left Jas like that for hours, tied and kneeling on the straw where they'd defiled her. Jas had never felt so much pride as she did that day, knowing she had been bought by a man of such passion and power. 

The one person apart from Assad who used her regularly was his friend and business manager, Jamal. He had access to her as if he was borrowing a friend's car or drinking his beer. Jamal frequently came to the house for business or even for social affairs. If A'yan was detained elsewhere, Jamal would kill time by playing with her holes or forcing his lovely fat cock into her mouth. 

Jas always found herself excited by the prospect of touching and sucking Jamal's beautiful cock. She didn't like Jamal so much but she found it hard to resist any man with a cock like his. As the closest friend of her Lord, there was no argument that Jamal was entitled to such delights. Pleasing Jamal was the same as pleasing her owner and Jas often was on her knees, waiting for his big hard cock, before Jamal needed to say anything. Each time he would yank her hair hard just as he was about unload his balls into her mouth.

Since the deal with Hanson House included giving Jas a "real world" career, Jas had become involved in running the family foundation. Several times Jamal had attended one of the management meetings at the office. He liked to arrive early and drag Jasminda into an empty room. There he would use her roughly and quickly. He shot so much cum that, more than once, Jas had been forced to sit in a meeting while some of Jamal's seed dried in her hair.

Under the terms of the sale, Jas still had to complete training at Hanson House. The first time Jas returned she'd felt very weird. Most of her former classmates were still there but she was already so different – she'd had her virginity taken and she'd been given the honour of truly serving a powerful man, a "higher" man. Naturally Amanda, Grace and Lisbeth pressed her for as many details as she could share. Each of them were agog at the extent of Jas' surrender to the exotic Mr Assad.

There was not much time for friendly chatter, however. Training still had to be completed. Jas had been delighted on her first return visit to learn that Mistress Candace had been given responsibility her further tuition. It was Mistress Candace who'd introduced Jas to the sensual pleasures, and the erotic submission, of anal fucking. 

Jas had been a little surprised to learn she was expected still to complete her "lesbian" training. She was definitely a girl who preferred cocks and, being owned by a rich and powerful man, had assumed she would not need such skills. It was made much better, though, by the realisation she'd be "instructed" by the lovely Candace. Jas happily followed every order she was given. She was still an eager pupil after all and, grateful as she was to Candace, determined to give as much pleasure as she could to her teacher. Jas enjoyed being called a "slut" and a "dirty bitch" as she ate Mistress Candace's cunt. She loved it even more when Candace had returned the favour and licked Jas to several astounding orgasms.

Then the strap-ons had come out. That was bound to arouse Jas' fancy. Candace knew she had little to teach Jasminda about anal now but happily took the chance for some illicit, private sex play with her student. The two women enjoyed several hours over the rest of that week teasing and thrilling one another with slow, deep arse-fucking. Such sessions became a regular occurrence whenever Jasminda returned to Hanson House and Candace was able to introduce the young Filipina to an array of new shapes and textures to test in their respective buttholes. Jas didn't really think of herself as an "anal slut" in that way but Candace made a note in her file anyway. Mr Al-Assad had been very pleased.

Jasminda was spanked as punishment for the first time after that return trip to Hanson House. Eager to show his mastery, Mr Assad had started his own lessons in deepthroating. Jas understood that, as an owned slave, she had no choice but to develop that special skill. Her Lord was big, though, and her little mouth was always going to struggle to receive his big cock. That first time, after she'd gagged and choked on his fat meat, Jas had been beaten.

"For every inch that you fail," he said to her sternly, "it is twenty of the paddle for you." Her poor butt had been tender for two days.

Mr Assad took seriously his commitment to continue Jas' training. For almost three months he insisted, whenever he was home, that Jas try to deepthroat him at least twice a week. She practiced in between, naturally, using one of her larger sex toys to assist. Jas had looked down on those students at Hanson House who struggled to accept a cock up their bum. Now she faced the same challenge of taking a size too big for her. 

Despite her practice the beatings had continued, becoming shorter only as Jas slowly increased the depth to which she could take A'yan's lovely cock. He was not satisfied until Jas was able to swallow his cock to the point where her nose touched his pubic hair. 

Not that A'yan communicated it in that way. Jas only learned of her success when her Lord chose to fuck her throat while Jamal watched and then, to her surprise, invited his friend to take a turn doing the same. To her shame, she'd felt like a horse with a new owner being offered to a friend as proof of the first man's expertise, invited to "try her out". Yet, Jas had felt a glow of pride at being so worthy of her owner.

Mistress Candace had been very pleased to hear all about it on Jasminda's next visit to Hanson House. Mr Assad had provided a detailed report already but there was nothing so instructive, and arousing, as hearing it, as it were, "from the horse's mouth". The instructor made sure to include some additional "practice" when using her strap-on with Jas. The student had been delighted to "force" Candace to swallow her own rubber cock in return.


Hanson House Sequel: Jasminda



Jas wasn't any more inclined to fuck women now than she had been. But Candace, an eager bi-sexual, was as randy as ever for the younger woman and insisted that Jas should continue with this "tuition". Jas didn't mind so much – she really liked Mistress Candace and was always willing to do whatever she could to please her instructor. She could not complain about the amazing orgasms she received from Candace. She had to admit, also, that she'd discovered she really enjoyed wielding a cock of her own. And Candace soon introduced the skill of double penetration and Jas learned all over again just how pliable her holes could be.

Most of the other "special lessons" Jas faced seemed to involve servicing cocks one way or another. That seemed a little strange to Jas since she was now fully "initiated". She also felt that she'd gained more experience than any other Hanson House pupil at being used by men and their cocks. It soon occurred to Jas, however, that these "lessons" were not so much focused on her as they were for the benefit of the male students. 

Given her unique position, and her "real world" experience, Mistress Candace let Jas take charge of these classes. There wasn't much technique involved, more it was a case of young men learning self-control and performing in a group setting. Happily, Jas remained as eager for cocks and their cum as any Hanson House student. 

For her first class, Jas was naked and on her knees as five trainee dominants used her mouth till she was raw. She'd grinned throughout, no longer intimidated by the male pupils and excited to take those five thick shafts into her mouth. At her signal, five young guys had each throbbed and erupted in her mouth, spewing their loads onto her tongue for Jas to hungrily swallow. It was actually more enjoyable for Jas now that she was no longer a pupil. Despite the five being younger than her owner, mere pupils still, she'd been incredibly turned on by the opportunity to service these five males. There were some terrific specimens amongst the group and it had thrilled Jas to taste their semen as it slid down her throat. 

The next class was smaller, only two students, and focused on deepthroating. Jas was so pleased to be given this task and to be able to show off her new skills. One of the boys was eight inches and too big for the little Filipina but she revelled, nonetheless, in the challenge of stretching her mouth and her throat around those two mighty weapons. Having been left her alone with the pupils Jas was free to indulge herself and to give some "extra tuition" of her own. To their astonishment, little quiet submissive Jas exposed her tits and invited the boys to fondle and suck them. She had lain back in the comfortable chair and spread her legs for them. Both the young men had quite adequately fingered her cunt until Jas had cum several times for them. Only when she felt satisfied by their technique did Jas permit them to cum. She'd grinned wildly as both boys had sprayed their semen over her face and her hair, getting it into her mouth and even her eyes. 

Jas had been giddy at her part in such teaching and the almost limitless opportunity to suck cocks in the service of Hanson House. She'd been reminded of her status as a slave when A'yan had taken her to his country house the following weekend. He went riding and left her in the custody of his brother. The brother had fucked her throat without mercy. He was noticeably smaller than her Lord but his ferocity had almost caused Jas to vomit. Then she'd been beaten with a riding crop, receiving welts that lasted for days after. When, finally, the brother had fucked Jas he'd been brutal, bruising her tiny cunt despite his smaller size. Sex with her Lord remained painful into a third day. Jas had slept in the stables for the entire weekend.

Secretly, Jas had been grateful for such treatment. It was sick and twisted, she knew that. But A'yan had reminded her that she truly belonged to him. That was so important to Jas. She was owned by a man with charisma and power and she was his private property. A'yan had put her back in her proper place and Jas could only admire and lust after him even more. 

Sometimes it surprised Jasminda that her Lord was so liberal in allowing his brother and his best friend to use her. Then again, she knew he was getting plenty of sex himself - not least from his wife. As Mistress Rose had predicted, Assad had recently married a woman chosen by his family. She lived in another of their homes in the home country. It meant that, between his business travels and his new wife, her Lord spent even less time with her. Jas didn't complain, not ever. She had still had academic work to complete and her role in the office of the family business was getting busier and busier. Despite her being owned property, Mr Assad had entrusted her with some crucial roles in helping to manage an important enterprise. His choice of purchase from Hanson House had, after all, been partly based on her academic abilities.

She never felt jealous about the wife. Each time A'yan returned from his her, he would be at his passionate best. The sex was always fantastic and Jas had begun to look forward to those times even more. 

Before her owner arrived home, Jas would check her collar to make sure it looked just right. She would also check her rings, her labia already flowering with arousal and making her golden hoops even more prominent. When A'yan stepped through the door she would already be on hands and knees where she would shower kisses over his shoes and, if she was permitted, to remove his shoes and lavish more kisses on his bare feet.

Usually on such occasions he would spank her long and hard, taking his time and playing with her holes as she lay over his lap or a desk. She always knew, as he slapped her, how much he had missed his little brown slave. Jas always squealed with delight when A'yan took his hard cock out before shoving it deep in her mouth. After his wife, her Lord would fuck her mouth without care and Jas loved the way he would use his thick member to choke her. Most times she would be required to take him doggy-style and he would slap her arse still more as he slammed into one or both of her holes. Assad never made her beg to cum and invariably she would explode over his cock and balls. 

Jasminda could not have been happier than to give pleasure like this to her owner whenever he returned from his marital duties. After these sessions she was always required to clean her Lord with her mouth. It was something he wanted after returning from his new wife, no matter which hole he'd used. Jas always found it so hard to taste her own arse on her Lord's prick. Yet, she knew she could never really resist an order to take his wonderful cock into her mouth. What was more, of course, she had no right to object. Luckily A'yan never seemed to mind if her cleaning was not so thorough after a buttfuck. She would always finish by kissing his feet once more. 

Such tasks were never too much for the little Filipina. Being owned as property gave her a sense of fulfilment others could only dream of. This made, her wonderful Lord, had given her everything. As a sex slave Jas was content with the knowledge she could serve him completely and that there was nothing she could not give him with her body.

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So it came as a great shock for Jas, even after the warnings of the Hanson House instructors, when A'yan told her he was planning to sell her. It came after she'd been his private property for only around eighteen months. She had known it was a possibility since men like Assad often took a casual attitude even to valuable property. But she'd never really expected such a day to come. 

Although he owed her no explanation, Mr Assad took some trouble to discuss the reason for his decision. There was no shortcoming on her part – it was simply that he desired a change. His first wife was learning about more kinky sex. He hoped his second wife would be just the same. He was ready for a new slave and this time he had decided it would be a white woman. In exchange for another generous donation Hanson House would make the arrangements.

The idea had frightened Jas a little as she really had no say in her future. A few weeks later she'd been flown back to Hanson House for a medical check-up and a short meeting with a prospective buyer. It was as simple as that.

As before, it was Mistress Rose who facilitated the transaction. She oversaw the check-up, though it was not much different to those Jas had endured as a student. Once more, careful measurements were taken of all her holes as well as her hips and her bust. She was also photographed in a variety of positions, including with her holes held open and objects inserted. Her new owner wanted to be sure his prospective property would meet his requirements. Again Jas felt herself as if livestock. Deep down she was excited and yet apprehensive about her new owner.

Mistress Rose explained about him. Mr Wilson was an expert in his field and very well paid. He was older, late forties and estranged from his wife. He had a large apartment in the same city as Hanson House but the same rules would apply about Jas, if she was purchased by him, being flown home to her family on a regular basis. A new job would be found as well – even as a slave Jasminda was expected to continue using her intellectual talents.

Mr Wilson was an experienced Dominant, someone known to Rose, who'd tired of his wife being "vanilla'. It had come to the attention of the Principal that he wanted a personal sex slave and Rose knew that Hanson House might be able to assist, making a special case as had been done for Mr Assad. Rose had learned that Mr Wilson preferred a "coloured" woman and had gotten in touch with Mr Assad. Inwardly, Jas groaned that these men could have such racially-based preferences. However, her chief concern was that she would "get on" with this Mr Wilson. She also knew she hoped he had a nice cock for her to worship and service.

Two days after the check-up, Jas was presented to Mr Wilson. He was older, taller and not bad looking. Jas was ordered to strip for the prospective buyer and naturally she found it easy to be displayed. Casually Mr Wilson ordered her to take up different poses as he inspected her physical attributes.

"As the check-up has shown," Mistress Rose said to him, "she is very suitable for you. She remains tight but her holes stretch easily and will accommodate your needs."

Mr Wilson had been fondling Jas' little brown tits. He seemed very keen on those. He also gave her backside a few firm pats, watching to see the way her flesh and her soft skin moved and bounced under his gentle slaps. The young Filipina still had her tight, high butt and that added to her sale price.

Mistress Rose offered him the chance of a "small sample" and Mr Wilson had reclined in one of those comfy leather chairs and unbuckled his pants. Jas noted his cock. Based on her experience he was only of average size. But she saw the way it stood proudly, pointed at the ceiling and hard as a poker. No instruction was needed – Jas obediently knelt between his legs and took the shaft between her lips.

As Jas worked, Rose and Mr Wilson continued to talk business. He wanted to know about the gold rings in Jas' cunt lips.

"That was a special request of her current owner. The Board gave approval for her to be pierced and have the rings fitted. You may prefer that we discount the price if you don't approve of the piercings."

"No no, not at all," said Wilson with a wave. "I'll give her some new ones of my own. We can have those removed and returned to the previous owner." Mr Wilson grabbed Jasminda's black hair and pulled her deep onto his cock as he spewed his seed down her throat. She smiled with gratitude to this important man once he released her and went back to the paperwork with Mistress Rose.

The transaction was as simple as that. Jas was bought and sold and the following week she had a new home, a new job and a new owner. Jas accepted her fate humbly. She was nervous about her new owner but there was nothing she could do about it. Once more she was a sexual chattel for a wealthy and important man. The important thing was that she relished her role and the honour of being sold by Hanson House.

Master didn't waste any time making use of his new possession. On the first night he fucked Jas hard in all three holes. Mr Wilson was very happy to find that her small anus was, indeed, able to accommodate his cock at full size. "They were right," he murmured to her. "Your little hole is quite perfect." He was especially rough in her bottom that first night but his praise for Jas had made it all the more enjoyable to be left sore in her bum.

Before entering Hanson House, Jasminda had been ashamed to admit to her desire for sex. As her training had progressed she'd found herself more and more horny, until she was aroused almost all the time. Sexual service had been a natural choice for Jas but always she'd hoped for endless demands for sex.

As things turned out, she actually liked her new Master. He was quiet and even a little nerdy, a man who spent most of this days in a laboratory. But there was no doubting his sexual drive and his liking of kinky play. She was a little surprised, given his age and his geeky profession. She'd been mistaken. 

Mr Wilson lusted after his new possession. Her small, brown body looked and felt perfect to him. He could never tire of watching Jas, touching her. Her soft brown tits, her "little brown mangoes", were a constant distraction. Master told her how he loved to watch them bounce as she was fucked hard and deep. Jas felt proud at hearing that.

Master's favourite thing was to use her arsehole. He especially enjoyed anal sex. With Jas it was even better, her firm little buttcheeks so snug around his shaft and giving extra stimulation as he slowly buried his cock in her. For her part, the little Filipina could not have been more pleased. She loved anal sex – she was proud that her tight little hole could stretch to fit a full-sized cock. Sometimes he only wanted her arse. She would slather his cock with saliva and then turn her tight brown bottom towards him. It did not bother Jas that her cunt would miss out on attention. She relished the intensity of arse-fucking and the sensation of every vein and ridge inside her tight bunghole. Though it was true that Mr Wilson was very skilled and his young slave discovered even more amazing orgasms while having her anus used.

At first Jas was a little concerned that her new owner had not collared her. But soon she learned that he was just a different man from her previous owner. He even kissed her face when he first saw Jas each evening. And he was sure to instruct his young Filipina slave on how to prepare herself for him and how she was to use her time to keep his apartment neat and clean. Jas didn't mind a little bit of cleaning for her owner since she reasoned lit left more time to service him sexually.

The most exciting times were when he took her into the playroom inside the apartment. He'd prepared the second bedroom for his new possession and installed several frames made of steel scaffolding, a padded horse and even a wooden cross. On the wall hung all manner of ropes and chains as well as an assortment of sex toys. He liked to tie Jas up tightly in vulnerable positions, her holes readily accessible, before taking his pleasure from her. Jas wasn't exactly surprised that Master's wife had found it hard to accept his kinky desires. After all, graduates of Hanson House understood only too well that they had rare talents for extreme and submissive sex.

When she was tied to one of his fucking frames, Master could take his time to enjoy any and all of her holes. Sometimes he even used his prized possession - a fucking machine. Jas had only seen such things in porn videos. 

Master could hardly wait to use the machine on Jas and over the first month tested a number of different-sized dildos in her cunt and her arse. She guessed that Master's real fetish was forcing huge toys into her small holes. He liked to test her limits, to stretch her holes almost to breaking, and he had a number of different-sized toys designed to do just that. One of Master's favourite techniques was to apply "double penetration", filling both her cunt and arse at once.

With his favourite "attachments" he would stretch her orifices more than she thought possible. It could be uncomfortable - even painful. Often he would make her cry out in pain. Such abuse scared Jas even more than the harsh whippings she'd received in the stables. Yet she never once dared to complain and certainly she never asked her new owner to stop. 

As an owned slave her pride would not permit it. Her fate was no more than to have her owner use her body as her Master wished. In fact, knowing how handsomely Mr Wilson had paid for her, Jas was convinced she should always give him her best.

Besides, on such nights Master never failed to make her cum - explosively at times. He was a clever one, with an eye for detail, and he knew how to work her body. The relentless pumping of the machine could make her sore but it always brought on climax after climax. Sometimes Master would use her mouth while she was tied in a face down position, double penetrated from behind with the machine. He would wait till she was done, exhausted. Then he'd cum himself – most often by stroking his cock till he spread his hot jizz over Jas' soft, sweet face. 

Her new Master didn't erupt with the usual force of younger men. It was more like a long continuous stream of cum. Jas reveled in it all the same. In fact, the first few times Mr Wilson came on her face Jas had been almost relieved. To be creamed on her face made her feel like a "good girl" and a deserving slave. As owned property, receiving Master's hot jizz reassured Jasminda that her performance had been up to scratch.

Other times Master was happy for simple fucking. On such nights he might tie Jas over the horse or on one of his frames and fill her with his cock. Jas would never know which hole her Master wanted to use. She enjoyed those nights the best. Her owner was an experienced lover and Jas always came so readily as his bare cock thrust into her body. Even when he didn't make her cum with his cock, Jas still got a load of Master's cock cream. 

Every now and again Master would be tired or would come home late from work. Then he would fuck her on the bed and watch her brown tits bounce and shake under the power of his thrusting. Those were the times when he would fuck her in a more vanilla way, using her bed in the corner of the playroom. On those occasions Master would indulge his other passion - eating cunt. It turned out that this was Master's real talent. He was highly skilled, the best Jas had ever experienced. Many times he would cause her to scream out her release and sometimes Master would go so far as to gag her. Whenever she saw that Master had placed her gag on the table she knew what was to come and would run to him excitedly.

He would eat her slowly, sometimes stroking her rectum with a large toy or even with two of his fingers. Such a technique never failed. Jas was always careful to thank Master profusely after one of his exhausting cunt-snacking sessions. 

Although she knew it was wrong, Jas came to love Master's mouth on her cunt so much that after a while she began to think of ways to encourage him to give her more. One time she put small ribbons on her labia rings to make sure Master noticed her cunt. This was after Master had done as he'd promised Rose and replaced the gold rings in his slave's labia. In their place were new rings made of shiny stainless steel. Jas liked them just as much and enjoyed the way they warmed so nicely next to her cunt. Master liked the rings as well. 




Hanson House Sequel: Jasminda



Young Jasminda had found that a more reliable approach was simply to ask "Master, would you like me to cum in your mouth tonight?" A few times, while watching TV after dinner, she'd found a reason to be naked for her Master. Then she'd spread her thighs wide and played with her rings until Master couldn't resist the offering.

Lately it was Master who'd introduced a little twist to such wicked behaviour. Several times he'd offered to eat her cunt on the condition she took something else. Master had bought an inflatable dildo and, on those nights, the price for a cunt licking had been to have it inserted in her rectum and then expanded to an incredible size. As she'd expected, it hurt to have such a massive object in her arsehole. The first time she was almost certain he was going to cause some damage as her sphincters strained to fit around the swelling inflatable toy. Jas would never have refused the offer in any event – she was driven to always please her Master. Besides, she'd learned that the pain in her bottom could make deliver an even more intense orgasm than Master's mouth alone. She'd been relieved, all the same, to find her anus return to its normal size after such abuse.

Mr Wilson seemed content enough with Jas' naughty behaviour. She was never punished by him, never beaten. Her first owner had demanded so much of her and beatings and whippings had been common enough. Jas had felt truly fulfilled to serve him in that way and had come to expect a slave owner would enjoy the gift of her pain. 

"I can hurt you whenever I want," Mr Wilson explained to her. "And in just the way I like," he went on with a sly grin. Jasminda had smiled in reply, already accustomed to her Master's passion for extreme insertions. "There's no reason to punish you. I bought you for a reason. And I got exactly what I paid for." 

Jas had been especially pleased by that. She'd also noticed how that night he seemed to slam his cock into her arse harder than usual. It had been thrilling to be used so harshly, feeling even more devoted to her new owner and contented that she could serve him so well. There was another thing too – Mr Wilson fucked her butt so skilfully that some nights she was actually happier for her Master to use her bottom. 

Other parts of the arrangement with Master were more mundane. Jas had to comply with certain rules that were inviolate. For example, she was not permitted to sit down until Master bade her so. Sitting next to him, as when they were watching television, was another privilege that required special permission. 

In addition, Master never let Jas sleep in his bed. Each night, whether or not he had fucked her, she would sleep in the same bed in the playroom. Every night she would be chained to the bed until morning. That was where things got a little more complicated since the chain created some practical concerns. Mostly these involved Jas using the toilet during the night. Master provided a metal bucket for that purpose. Jas always managed to hold her bowels until she was unchained in the mornings but most nights she was forced to release her bladder into the bucket. It was a humiliation for the young Filipina. The chain and bucket merely reflected her station in in life and in her owner's house. Pissing in a bucket each night kept her in her place and Jas happily accepted the rule.

Apart from the chain and the fucking machine, it occurred to Jasminda that Mr Wilson was content with a minimum of kink. Master had not even given a hint that he expected Jas to be fucked by other men or to service his friends. He was a clever man, a busy man and he seemed to be content to keep his pleasures to himself. 

None of this meant that she could not be sold again. Jas was no longer romantic about her place as a sexual slave, a private possession. The only security she really had was Hanson House and the wonderful Mistress Rose. Jas could not imagine her life without the training school and its amazing Principal. They had revealed to Jas her true self, shown her the way to happiness. 

With the end of her formal training, she missed some of the staff at Hanson House, especially Mistress Rose and Mistress Candace. She missed her old friends even more, though her owner permitted her to maintain contact on-line. She'd been excited to relay the details of her new servitude and giddy to hear all about their new placements as graduated submissives.

Jas was as proud of her friends as they were of her. But a small voice in her head reminded her that she'd found her true place. She was a sexual chattel and her future was total servitude. That would bring love and contentment in its own strange way - dedicated to these powerful, dominant men. She'd never have to confront the ordinary suburban life of a "good girl". Perhaps she'd be bought and sold again but whoever was her future owner she'd be just as pleased to serve him fully. The secret world to which she'd been admitted was centred on Hanson House. Whatever might happen, Jas knew Hanson House would continue to make sure she was safe and that nothing terrible could happen to her.