Charlotte - Inhibited
Charlotte had felt frustrated for most of her life. Frustrated by her family, by her conservative upbringing, and by the nuns school she'd been forced to attend where everything had been considered a sin. Even thinking about committing a sin was a sin. And sex, the idea, the mere mention of it had been the biggest sin of all. There had been no sex education and the girls were supposed to be chaste, reserved and prepare themselves for marriage, it was like something out of the 1950s but transported to the 21st century. She had also suffered bullying and been constantly mocked for her looks. She had been an awkward teenager who, because she was constantly growing, always had everything out of proportion. She had big red lips and an outsized mouth for her teenage face and she was nicknamed ghost because of her porcelain skin and ridiculed for her piercing green eyes. The only things she had enjoyed at school were horse riding and gymnastics and Charlotte had been a very promising gymnast but competition had been frowned upon by the nuns as a waste of time and she was never sent to participate in any championships.
Mobile phones had been banned at the school and Charlotte's sex education had been crammed into the holidays when she could escape her family's controlling tendencies and prying eyes. Her sex education was right off the internet and mostly porn and this had given rise to a young woman who was highly sexed and a mass of contradictions as far as her sexuality was concerned. She wanted to do everything, she was attracted to everything, in particular fetish wear and fetish acts but was simultaneously afraid of trying anything and there hadn't been much opportunity for experimentation in any case in the picturesque but extremely boring little French village where she'd grown up.
She'd lost her virginity to a young farmhand at the relatively late age of 19 and hadn't particularly enjoyed the experience, neither of them had really known what they were doing. Word travelled fast in small communities, especially when the young man in question was a blabber mouth, and word soon reached her conservative parents' ears and they were both shocked and disgusted and swiftly made plans to marry her off to a distant cousin.
Charlotte was of course incredibly affronted by this. She was furious, she was an adult so she could have sex with whoever the hell she wanted, even if it had been shit, and she had no interest in getting married and even less interest in marrying some cousin, the slightly incestuous idea of it revolted her and she rapidly made plans to leave her parents' home and village for good.
The one good thing her family had was money. The family run vineyard had produced substantial profits for decades and Charlotte had her own bank account with an extremely healthy balance and now she was over 18, her parents couldn't block it on a whim like they used to. She packed her suitcase with her boring clothes, the village having a very limited choice of fashion, and headed straight for Paris where she knew no one and had no friends but then she'd had very few friends in the village and no close ones. She left one morning when her parents had gone shopping in the nearby big town. She'd left them a terse note that simply said "Non" and which expressed her feelings about the archaic notion of an arranged marriage but could have just as easily referred to her whole life up until then. She'd got in her small car, driven out of the village and never looked back.
She'd arrived in Paris, rented an apartment in the centre and got a job in a bar waiting on tables, ostensibly to meet people, she didn't really need the money. She'd hung out with coworkers and gone clubbing with them and made some friends. She'd been hit on a lot and was often told she was a great beauty, which made her laugh. She couldn't see it but she actually was a great beauty and because she had matured and grown into her body, all the previously awkward parts of her face now fitted together perfectly. She had a beautiful sensuous mouth with full red lips, stunning porcelain skin that was flawless, high cheekbones and incredible green eyes that burned with an other world intensity and the vast majority of men, and quite a few women turned to look at her or even stare when she passed in the street.
The problem for Charlotte was when she looked in the mirror, she only saw the awkward kid who had been mocked mercilessly at school. She had lots of sex, unsatisfactory sex she thought, she never came, in fact she had never had an orgasm without masturbating, and she had the impression that the young men she fucked had plenty of energy but very little skill. These same young men had wanted her to give them oral sex and had wanted to give her oral sex and she had been into the idea but there was something in her conservative school upbringing that was holding her back and it was the same when it came to anal sex though in this case she was also afraid of being hurt by men who didn't seen to have a clue what they were doing. Neither did she shave her bush, she wanted to, she loved seeing the women in porn videos with their waxed or shaved smooth pussies but those damn nuns and their medieval approach to education had made that seem dirty as well. She had a name for this, she called the part of her which held her back and controlled her, The Joy Killer.
Charlotte was a mass of contradictions and her upbringing had left her messed up and confused and she was keenly aware of this. A good example was when she had a breast augmentation a year later. She'd never been happy with her small tits and went for a 36 D bust and had been delighted with the full and heavy chest the skilled surgeon had given her. The paradoxical nature of her actions wasn't lost on her, she could go under the knife but couldn't shave her pussy. It was perplexing.
She updated her wardrobe and dyed her long hair purple and red and began a goth phase with lots of lace and leather. She then discovered she really liked leather, and especially PVC skirts, tops and in particular boots. The boots got taller and the heels higher until one day she went to a sex shop in her neighbourhood and bought a pair of PVC thigh high platform boots with a four inch spike heel, took them home, put them on and masturbated in front of a wall mirror. She loved wearing these boots and soon bought more and some other items of fetish wear from the sex shop. A job position became available in the shop and she applied and got the job which allowed her to dress in fetish wear all day long and this made her very happy indeed.
She had her breasts pierced, she was acutely aware this was another paradox, and she became very interested in porn videos with women in fetish wear which in turn led her to watch videos with Mistresses and domination. She found the light domination, teasing and denial and sex in these situations really turned her on. She loved masturbating in her fetish wear and thigh boots to Mistresses and Goddesses having sex in their fetish wear or dominating men and women.
There was a Mistress she had seen on the internet who was an occasional visitor to the shop and one day she approached her shyly and asked her if she could speak to her in private when the shop closed in half an hour. Mistress Dominique readily agreed and they went to a coffee shop down the street where their respective thigh boots and fetish outfits attracted a lot of attention from other patrons. Charlotte was very interested in getting work in Mistress Dominique's sector, she felt it was something she really wanted to do but wasn't quite sure how one became a Mistress and thought the older woman who had a lot of success on the internet with her website and obviously had extensive experience in the sector could help.
She was really attracted to this striking woman in her late twenties who had a slightly goth look like herself. She had dark purple hair, white makeup and different shades of dark purple lipstick and eyeshadow. She'd seen in her website videos that she had a toned body, she often wore skin tight PVC clothes and showed a lot of cleavage when she came in the shop and Charlotte knew her breasts, like her own, were enhanced. She'd love to get involved with a woman like this but first she wanted to pick her brains.
Mistress Dominique, in turn, was extremely taken with this incredibly hot young woman with purple and red hair, full red lips, flawless porcelain skin and high cheekbones. She was truly a beauty and those green eyes, they were magnificent. She liked how she dressed and she had a fine body from what she could see and she had first noticed her on one of her visits to the sex shop and had been attracted to her immediately. She couldn't help but notice her as this woman's beauty took the breath away and she'd also noted how the shop was full of people who didn't seem to buy much and spent most of their time sneaking glances at this stunning young woman who seemed completely unaware of her many admirers. She'd made more visits than were strictly necessary in the hope she would get to know this beautiful young woman better and here she was now in a coffee shop and it had been this hot young thing who had instigated matters.
"Mistress Dominique, I wou.."
"Please call me Dominique, I'm not on the clock," she smiled, her gleaming PVC crotch high boots with five inch heels creaking slightly as she crossed them.
"Dominique, I am very interested in what you do and would like to work in this area but haven't the faintest idea how one gets started," and this was music to Dominique's ears.
She had been looking to expand and she wanted new young blood but she was very particular about who she was going to bring in because it was a big investment of time and money to train someone who would hopefully be a future partner in the business. She didn't want just anyone either but this hot young woman with beautiful green eyes already had a head start from what she could see. She was absolutely gorgeous, she seemed very sweet, though a little innocent perhaps, she had a great body and was comfortable with or possibly addicted to fetish wear, and fetish wear and boots were essential in her line of business.
"Ok," she said evenly. "Why me?"
"Well I don't know anyone else," and Dominique laughed though Charlotte failed to see the joke.
"It's not exactly a ringing endorsement, is it?"
"I also love your site. I don't like the more extreme elements of domination and you don't have any of that. You also seem to have great sex and lots of it," and the Mistress nodded.
Her work was all about pleasure, both the giving and receiving of it and she loved teasing and denial and dominating people but she hated things like ass to mouth, severe whipping, slapping, humiliation or torture in general. She wasn't against other people doing these things consensually on their sites but she certainly wasn't doing it on hers. She asked Charlotte what other sites she looked at and wasn't surprised when one of the sites she mentioned was Mistress Tasha. She didn't share the information that she knew Natasha personally and had been intimate with her and her team on more than one occasion.
"All right, it's obvious from how you look and dress that you have an exhibitionist streak, very important in our line of work where you will be constantly observed. Ok, let me ask you some questions about your body and sexual history," and Charlotte notably tensed, which didn't escape the Mistress's attention.
