"Sorry, your butt looked familiar."
It was those words that changed my life. I remember lifting my head to glare at the man who uttered those words. Truth is, I had a great ass. Still do. And, when you go to a fetish/hypnosis convention, you wear something that will accentuate it. I chose tight latex. I knew I made the right decision with the number of heads that turned, man, woman, or anything delightfully in between and beyond.
So, when someone snuck up behind me to call me Charlotte as I dug through a well-organized stack of sex toys, I did not pay him any attention. When he put his hand on my hip, I turned. Realizing his error, he uttered those words and changed our worlds.
I was at least a foot shorter than him. Pudgy, as I still am, stuffed into latex that left little to the imagination. He had messy long hair, dazzling eyes, soft lips, and a smile that melted my anger. He stood like a coat rack, thin and wearing a suit off the rack that did not flatter.
I'll admit it. It was his eyes. Those adorable, adorable eyes of his. I should have been madder at him than I was. But, those eyes.
Instead, I noticed his uncomfortable stature. And the pure embarrassment of mistaking me for this Charlotte.
"I'm Amy," I said. "And usually you have to take me out to dinner before my butt becomes familiar."
I learned later those were the words that changed his world. At that moment, he laughed. The way the skin crinkled around his eyes when he smiled. That did me in. No matter who Charlotte was, I needed more time with him.
I didn't come to the convention to find someone, mind you. I went to free myself of shame and guilt for what I enjoyed. A good mind-fuck. I found a few people like me online and found out it wasn't so weird to like what I liked. So, I got brave, drove to another town where no one knew me, dressed up, and went. I was having a blast until I ran into him. Then, it became something else.
"I'm so sorry," he said. His voice. English accent. Nice and deep. Maybe it was the hot latex. But, something warmed up inside of me. "I'm Pierce. I was looking for my friend, Charlotte."
"And you usually touch your friend's butt?"
"If it's that kind of friend, then yes."
The way he swayed from embarrassment to confidence wowed me as well. The devilish grin also helped.
"I'm looking for those kinds of friends," I said, grinning back. "But, I need to get to know them first."
"Ah."
"So, take me out to dinner?"
Pierce folded his arms and looked at me. I'll never forget that look. He had no idea what to do. I learned later that Charlotte dragged him to the convention and was eagerly hooking up with a hypnotist. He wasn't all that interested in her but came because he was living a secret life as an erotic hypnotist. I didn't know any of that, at the moment. He didn't know that I was not that outgoing or provocative. But, no one knew me here. I made a promise to myself to experience this convention fully.
He didn't know that. Hence, the look. Looking me over. Deciding how he wanted his night to go.
No offense to Charlotte, but it was a no-brainer. I won.
"What do you think about sushi?" He asked.
"I think I found my dinner plans," I said, following Pierce.
That night, after we changed out of our fetish clothing and had a good sushi night, we exchanged a nervous kiss and exchanged numbers. He lived here. I lived forty minutes away. Still, there was something.
Neither one of us talked about erotic hypnosis that night. Obviously, with both of us at an erotic hypnosis convention we understood we liked it, but we found so many other things to talk about. It would come up a few nights later, during a horny evening when our texting turned downright filthy. We made plans to reenact what we talked about that weekend. However, things would change and it take longer for our deepest desires to emerge and be fulfilled.
Just not the way we thought.
***
"So, you want to do it?"
The hesitation in his voice felt thin compared to the desire, the need for me to say yes.
Time moved on, and I found myself unable to be with anyone but Pierce. At first, when our weekend plans fell through, we decided to keep things casual. Sex happened within the first month. He tried dating a few women and I tried dating a man or two. Yet, I found myself coming back to Pierce. Talking in depth with him. Sharing. We connected on much more than a physical level.
And, there was the other thing. The unspoken (at least in person) thing that both of us had deep desires for.
Hypnotism.
I knew he wanted to hypnotize me. And, I started masturbating regularly to that thought after a month or so with him. But, we kept dancing around the subject. Every time I went home without discussing it, without asking if it could happen, I kicked myself. I later learned he did the same.
Finally, one night he blurted out "Do you like being hypnotized?"
And we discussed it. I didn't let him know how deep that kink went for me, but we shared. It felt uncomfortable talking about something so vulnerable and yet it felt exhilarating.
Finally, he said those words.
"So, do you want to do it?"
I remember the moisture leaving my throat. I remember my cheeks burning with heat. I nodded, eager like a puppy.
On his uncomfortable couch, we stared at each other. Then, he started talking.
"I just want you to look into my eyes, Amy. Let's start nice and easy. Staring into my eyes, just relaxing. Breathing. Good. Good. Breathe and relax now."
Oh, his voice felt like honey dripping on my brain. I wanted this moment the first time he thought of my butt. I felt like an excited kid at Christmas. I stared and attempted to relax.
"Good, you're doing so good."
