Flye Hudson, a Lesbian Pickup Artist, shares the story of how she met her “Asian Christian Grey” in this guest post. She also reveals an excerpt from her new memoir PET., the story of how she was seduced by her Asian Christian Grey and how they both joined forces to become prominent members of the underground seduction community.
(NOTE: Flye references sexual content and language that may be offensive to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.)
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A lot of people aren’t aware of the different types of relationships that occur for AMWF couples. A lot of people aren’t aware of the true dominance that Asian men really have. I read a lot of… romance books. And believe it or not, many of them are cheesy. What I’ve lived however is something that is very much on the dark side. A chaotic and messed up romance life in an underground community of seduction artists. I still can’t believe I am living the real thing.
There have been a lot of crazy things that have happened with my partner and I. We met off of a fetish website that catered to BDSM, which I was referred to by my former sorority sister. When I had filled out my profile, I was also trying to get back at my now ex girlfriend who had cheated on me with her girlfriend and her former boyfriends. I had specifically wrote in that I had high preferences for Asian men but was open to all kinds of men (at the time I didn’t think most Asian men would be attracted to my plainness. I was definitely the cat loving, rock loving, emo scene kind of girl back then unlike today). I had received MANY messages that were very inappropriate, especially some that were racist for me putting down Asian men. It’s amazing how insecure and rude some dudes can be on the internet.
I received a message finally from someone who approached me with the line: “Been hit up by a lot of creepers, huh?” At first I didn’t think anything of it because it was the first normal message I had ever received on the site. So maybe it was a little silly of me, but I went back and forth with him. But after a short exchange of messages, a Skype call, an accidental stand up on a date, and finally meeting in person, we ended up dating and getting into a lot of trouble.
Trouble means a lot of things. From obeying and serving an Asian Master, to having a threesome with my ex girlfriend on Halloween night, to two hospital visits, to learning the art of seduction, to the amazing parties and women we met on the way in our journey, to meeting his traditional Chinese mother who found our sex toy kit, we have been through so much. And while a lot of pain and torment came with some of our adventures, I do not regret them.
To get a taste of those adventures, here’s an excerpt from my new memoir PET.
“Hey, did you forget about our date?”
I had already f***** it up! Wednesday at 2. How could I have forgotten? Perhaps it was me checking my bank account every so often that I stressed a little prematurely- I had taken an additional shift at an odd job that I considered to be sweet but had me going more insane than I already was.
“You’re really pretty,” said a six year old, playing with my hair. I look up at a few of the workers. They smiled with their mouths but glared with their eyes.
“You know what I wish?” the boy asked.
“No idea buddy,” I said, brushing off their stares, “What do you wish for?”
“I wish I were a zombie so that I could sneak into your room every night and bite your face off.” He whispered, then proceeding to put his hands around my neck and squeeze. I laughed nervously and looked to the other counselors for help. They stared angrily for a few moments before snatching the kid off and leading him to a different activity.
I didn’t understand my passion for working in such crazy conditions. Maybe I just had a heart for people who needed help- or maybe I was just crazy and wanted to work somewhere that made me feel more normal. But none of it mattered for the time being, because I had just lost the most exciting thing that happened to me all month.
“I’ll make it up to You,” I reasoned, “Let’s do Friday. I’ll buy You lunch, my treat.”
“Sorry, I don’t like getting stood up,” Ryder said, “Good luck in the future.”
“I know, I forgot and I’m sorry,” I said, “but I was really working. I needed the money and I just got paid. Let me treat You out.”
“I don’t know.”
“Is there any way I can make You change your mind?” I asked.
Silence. Five minutes later, my phone buzzed.
Ryder. “Let’s talk on video tonight. Right now.”
“Why not? Are you a catfish? Why else would you be afraid?”
Because I looked like a pile of s***?
“Give me 30 minutes?” I texted.
Plenty of time to do makeup and fix that hairrrrrrr.
Within 30 minutes I had clicked onto the video screen, made the call, and then… Wow.
It was love at first Skype.
“Hey,” He said. But at the time, there was no trace of seriousness on Him whatsoever. He was smiling, grinning ear to ear.
“Hello,” I said, immediately attracted to the man who looked better than His pictures online. I couldn’t feel my face for a moment, until He started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I huffed, feeling insecure, “do You think I’m a catfish?”
“You’re hilarious,” He responded, “and no. I just never took you as a funny girl. But hey, thanks for not flaking on the call. You had me thinking you weren’t real.”
“Funny girl? Of course I’m real,” I justified. “And I’m sorry I flaked. Work, it just-”
Ryder laughed again. “No worries. You’re totally shady though.”
“Whatever you say,” I said, relaxing, “so You said You’re from Partytown University?”
“Yep. Now I work.”
“What do You do?”
“I’m a manager, remember?”
“Oh, that’s right,” I said, unfolding my fingers into quotes, “Ize Management Major.’”
He only laughed again. “Exactly.”
It was so confusing how calm and happy He seemed. His texts seemed a little more serious, but talking to Him- He was so laid back. It was just different from what I experienced.
But not bad, not bad at all.
“What about you?” He asked.
“I’m a social worker and some other s***,” I said, “interesting jobs.”
“How many jobs do you work?”
“2 part time.”
“How’s the money?”
“Decent enough,” I lied.
“You said you’re from Hometown?” Ryder asked.
“Yeah, it’s the pits.”
“Ain’t hard to imagine.”
“So what brought You to the site?” I blurted out. It was a question weighing heavily on my mind.
Another laugh- in a darker tone.
“I want to find a submissive,” Ryder said, “I had an ex girlfriend a while back who wasn’t into the lifestyle. Wasn’t very fun. So now I’m much more free to do as I please. I’m looking for someone who’s open minded, eager to learn, and who knows the meaning of loyalty. And what brings you here?”
“Have You ever had a submissive before?” I asked, cringing at the word ‘loyal’.
“A few. Have you always enjoyed avoiding questions?” Ryder snickered.
“Fine.” I said. Maybe I was playing too many games. “I’m here because I’m tired of the way I’m living my life. I’m not a bad girl or anything. In fact, I’ve usually spent most of my life being busy- even too busy for me. I want to figure out what I really want and experience more out of life with the right person. I just want to find someone that I can grow to love in servitude.”
Ryder’s expression was unreadable.
“I’m used to people f****** around with me,” I said suddenly, “people who like to push me over, use me, play their games. So if You’re here to play games and f*** me over, it’s not going to work.”
“But you’re the one who stood me up, right?” Ryder smirked.
He did have a point.
“Don’t worry,” Ryder said, “you’re not the only one in that boat.”
“How many girls have You been with?”
“9 or 10,” Ryder said, “you?”
“About the same,” I said.
“Guys or girls?”
“So you’re a pimp,” Ryder teased, “or should I say a madam.”
“No, that’s not nice,” I pouted.
“But I’m not a nice guy,” Ryder winked.
Something peered at me from inside the closet.
Flye Hudson is also known as “The Lesbian Pickup Artist” and is the author of PET., the story of how she was seduced by her Asian Christian Grey and how they both joined forces to become prominent members of the underground seduction community today. You can contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org