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.