CHAPTER 6: THE TRAINING
The transition from my home to the Baldwin's home took almost no time, at all. He must have been supremely confident about my response to their proposal and that I would defer to his taking control because he had everything coordinated to happen. He had a realtor and an estate liquidator ready. The realtor would even contract to have certain items in the house updated to maximize the sale. The liquidator would sell or donate anything left in the house and garage. Mr. Baldwin sat me down in his home office to explain everything, even the importance of where and how to donate items for tax benefits. As their employee, I would have taxable income, not to mention bonuses, which he said might come into play later. I had no idea what bonuses might entail but I continued to nod and agree with him. My trust in him was absolute. My confidence and acceptance of him taking control were complete.
Mrs. Baldwin also took charge immediately by establishing some rules and routines. She controlled my outfits to be worn around the house and my responsibilities in it. I would rise in the morning early to make coffee and prepare breakfast. I would be naked during this time until Mr. Baldwin left for work or until told to dress for the day on the weekends. Mrs. Baldwin would lay out my outfit for the day. It always included high heels. The rest might be thigh-highs only, or with a self-bra. It might be a sheer little white skirt that didn't cover my entire butt or a sheer white apron that hid nothing. She became very creative. But I was always exposed. When her friends came over, I was no longer another friend who they had fun with but now a servant they groped and probed. And, I welcomed it.
It was a new world, a new life that revolved around arousal. But what I was getting used to was only the beginning.
I served the two of them in the dining room. It was a meal I had tried for the first time and it had turned out perfectly. The dining room was set semi-formally. The table was without leaves making it an oval but not the length it could be. The spare chairs lined the wall. They were seated at the ends, the serving plates and three candles in the center. There was a routine for this, too. I would eat with them but only after serving them from each dish. There was always more if they wanted it, but I was careful to cook meals not only balanced but to a specific caloric level by serving size. If they went over, it was their choice by taking seconds. Once I served them and poured the wine, I could sit on the side between them. I was very careful to take serving sizes. Despite an increase in working out, my attention to my body drove a need to stay trim and firm. The other evening meal routine for home was our dress. Mr. Baldwin remained in his business suit until after dinner. Mrs. Baldwin changed into a dress while I finished with preparation before he returned. My dress? It was very specific and defined for me by Mrs. Baldwin. After serving them a drink after his arrival home, I would rush up to my room to change. Sometimes it would be a baby-doll, sometimes a floor-length negligee that gaped when I moved. Always it included thigh-high stockings and high heels. Sometimes, like this night, it was the thigh-high stockings, heels, and a shelf-bra that left my nipples exposed. Despite the occasional shelf-bras, panties and thongs were rarely included. They enjoyed fingering my pussy and pinching my nipples so easy access dictated the outfits I wore.
Dinner was finished and I began to rise to clear the table when Mr. Baldwin stopped me. "Karen, we need to talk." He sounded nervous. Is something wrong, I wondered? I glanced at Mrs. Baldwin and received a wink. I returned my attention back to him. "You've been amazing, Karen. Considering what your experience was before we started, you've been very open and eager. Abby and I are pleased. There is only one thing that could make us happier."
"Anything, sir." My response was overflowing with eagerness to fully please them.
He smiled. "We know that about you, dear. You are always very eager to please us. And, for the most part, you do." I squeezed my eyebrows together with a concerned look. Most part? "Sex... you've progressed well." My inexperience. Catching up with me? "Remember when we talked before? Way back when? It was your inexperience... your lack of exposure to a wide variety of sex... that was immediately identified, even by you." I nodded. I have experienced more, though, since then. Even women. Even Sarah on my own. He glanced at his wife and must have received the signal he wanted to continue. Despite his controlling, dominant nature, it seemed they were a well-suited pair when it came to the house and their private life and I was a part of both. "Remember the group we belong to?"
"Of course, sir. Mrs. Baldwin's friends are from there."
He chuckled, "Yes, a horny group. Well, you have been the topic of much discussion there because of those women. The entire group has become quite excited to... well... have you. And, as excited as we might be to share you with them, we are also concerned for you. A new person into the group, especially a sexy woman, draws a lot of attention and interest."
I cocked my head, "Sir?"
Mrs. Baldwin jumped in. "Usually the group is more like a swapping event. A woman would have one, maybe two partners. Everyone has been told you are a slut... our submissive slut. They would expect more from you."
Back to Mr. Baldwin, "When you submitted, you committed to our wishes, to learn all you could to please us and anyone we chose to share you with."
"Yes, sir. I meant it and still do. My greatest desire is to please you in every way. Anything, sir. Whatever I need to do or learn to be the slut you want, I'll do it. Even now, my body is reacting as it always does when I think about some way that might please either of you more. What is it I need to do?"
