The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

This Mr. Turner was about five feet ten inches in height, with a slim build from what I could see, and young. Much younger than I had expected. I would have put his age at somewhere in his mid twenties, or maybe it was his boyish good looks that gave the impression of youth. He had medium length sandy blond hair that was neatly combed, with a part on the right side of his head. His eyes were blue, but not the light sky blue that I would have expected to find. His were a deep and dark cobalt blue. A battleship steel blue, that under normal circumstances would have been, well, if not unfriendly then cautiously neutral. These were hardly normal circumstances, though. (Duh!) His cobalt blue eyes seemed soft and inviting, almost glowing. They certainly matched the inviting smile that was making itself abundantly plain on his face. Even ivory white teeth framed in a warm and cheerful almost sexy smile, that is what I saw when I looked at his face. His mustache was a few shades darker than his blond hair, but it was full and neatly trimmed. The rest of his face was clean shaven. No sideburns. It was hard to describe what the rest of his face looked like. His face was well balanced, and none of his features were out of proportion to the rest. He was good looking, maybe even a bit on the sexy side, but when you've seen one good looking guy, you've seen them all. That is what he was basically. Just another good looking guy. Of course there was one minor difference, he was now in that delightful state of mind where he was ready to do whatever I told him to. (Super hypnosis powers: Ya gotta love'm!)

"...and.....obey," the guard said, slowly. "Hear.....and......obey." His face was now totally blank, except for the smile that seemed frozen on his lips. He seemed peaceful and at ease, and he was no longer looking at me or anything else. He was staring off in the distance, swaying slightly as he stood there in front of me. What a delicious sight it was. I sighed softly to myself, as I enjoyed the moment. I savored the sweetness, for a minute or so as I waited to see if he was going to say anything else. I'd lost count of the number of times that he'd said 'hear and obey', because I had been busy checking out his attire.

I had to fight down the urge to reach over and explore the front of Mr. Turner's pants, and find out if his equipment matched the rest of him. It was such a wonderful opportunity, though, that it was very hard to resist. (I get hard right now, thinking back to that situation. Sigh) I mean, you really had to consider all the pertinent facts. The man was standing there, oblivious to everything, and the only thought in his mind right then was to 'hear and obey.' He was young, good looking and willing, and frankly did not really care what was going to happen to him. Tempting was a tame word for the situation. Irresistible would probably be closer to the truth. Unfortunately, I have a moral and ethical streak running through me, that prevented me from going off the beam. It was not the time or the place for something like that, but it did not mean I could not think about it. (sigh)

"Bernie," I said as I turned an addressed him. "Is this the guard you got the tape from?"

"Yes," Bernie replied immediately. He looked around nervously, like some small kid expecting to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Fine." I said to him and turned my attention back to the guard. "I need you to do me a little favor, Mr. Turner. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, sir," the guard replied immediately and turned his attention to look directly at me. He smiled at me and blushed as his continued. "I will do anything you want, sir."

"I need you to get the second copy of the tape that you gave the doctor, here," I said to him. "The doctor needs to erase a portion of that tape."

"Yes, sir," the guard replied. "I can erase part of the tape for you if you would like. The doctor does not need to do that."

"Bernie," I said as I turned to address him. "You head back to your office and when that tape is done you return it to the guard. I don' think I'll be needing you any more today."

"Yes, Mr.....uh sir," he replied. He was a smart man and changed his response in mid sentence when I raised an eyebrow in caution as he started to speak my name. He quickly hurried off, headed back to his office. I am sure he was happy to leave.

"Now, show me where that tape is," I instructed the guard.

"Please, sir, follow me," the guard said as he happily walked over to the security door and unlocked it. He gallantly held the door open as he said, "Please, you first, sir."

"Thank you, Mr. Turner," I said to him. His face lit with pleasure. He reminded me of a dog that's just been praised for having performed a trick for its master. I suppose it was not too far from the truth. I walked into the security office.

The security room was not very large, but it was well lit. I was surprised to discover that the far wall was covered with row upon row of VCR machines, all of which appeared to be in use. A few simple tables next to the racks of VCRs had piles of VCR cassettes neatly stacked on them. Most of these tapes appears to be unopened, so it was a safe assumption that they were probably blank tapes. Further along this wall were several large closed storage cabinets, which I guess contained full VCR cassettes. I stood there mired in confusion as I realized I had no idea which machine contained the tape I needed. Fortunately, that was one problem that soon solved itself. Quickly and efficiently, the guard walked over to one of the tables and snatched up an unopened cassette. After tearing off the plastic cover and putting it into the garbage, the security guard removed the cassette and then pulled out the thin sheet that contained the blank adhesive label that was shipped with the VCR cassette. The guard then patted his jacket pockets as he searched for something. He looked around the room as he continued to pat his chest and a slight frown crept onto his face.

"You wouldn't happen to have a pen on you, would you, sir?" He asked me.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do," I said to him and dug out my pen from the right front pocket of my jeans. I held it out it him and he smiled as he reached out to take it from me. Silently he took note of the time, and scribbled something on the label, which he then pealed off and stuck onto the empty cassette. Confidently Mr. Turner walked over to the seemingly endless racks of VCR machines and located the machine he was interested in. He pressed a few buttons and the tape in that specific machine popped out. He read the label on the tape and after adding a few more lines to the label of the new tape, he then inserted the new tape into the VCR and pressed a few more buttons. He turned back to face me, with a grin so big I was sure it went from ear to ear.

"All done, sir," he declared happily. "The new tape is in the machine, and this tape is now available for your use." He held up the tape like a trophy in his right hand. You would think that he was the only person in the world who could have accomplished this task. He held out my pen in his left hand.

"Good," I said to him, as I took my pen from his left hand and returned the pen to the right front pocket of my jeans. "There is a certain section that needs to be erased on that tape. This won't get you into trouble, switching tapes like this, will it?" I asked him. I did not want to get him fired or anything like that.

"No sir, not at all," he said cheerfully. "It is not unusual to have someone borrow a tape or need a tape before it is full. It is a bit of an annoyance having to track the extra tapes, though." I raised one eyebrow in a silent question. Seeing that he quickly added, "Not when it comes to you though, sir. I enjoy helping you in any way that I can."

The guard turned and walked over to the end of the row of VCRs where I noticed that a couple of VCRs were a bit separated from the rest, and there were a couple of small fourteen inch television sets. He turned on one of the televisions and inserted the tape into the VCR that was directly below it.

"We can view the tape here, sir," the guard said.

"Very good," I replied. "Now go and return to your desk. I'll call you when I need you."

"Yes, sir," he replied, crestfallen. Clearly, he wanted to spend more time with me.

"It's nothing personal, Mr. Turner," I said to him. "It is only that I do not want you to see what is on this tape either. By the way, what is your first name anyway?"

"Jay, sir," he said as he headed back to his desk. He was no longer sad about me sending him away like that, but he still didn't enjoy it. I watched him as he walked over to the security desk. I had to admit that he moved well, and it was pleasing to gaze upon him. But I had work to finish. I glanced down at my watch and realized I just MIGHT have enough time for a bit of fun.

It did not take long to locate the section of tape that I was interested in. Fortunately the tape was date and time stamped while it was recorded. I made note of the time as to when I entered Steven's room, and then scanned the tape forward to locate the end of the incriminating section. Incriminating was the wrong word. We hadn't done anything wrong, legally. Well, whatever word you want to use, I determined the length of time that the tape would need to be erased and then rewound the tape. "Jay, come here please," I called out to him.

"Yes, sir!" He exclaimed as he jumped up from his desk and bounded over to stand next to me. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Start recording on that tape, I said to him.

He looked at me blankly for a second as if he could not understand why I had not done that myself, but then he shrugged his shoulders and pressed the necessary buttons. "All done, sir," he said and looked at me expectedly.

"You've done a fine job so far, Jay," I said to him. "But you will have to monitor this tape until the entire section of tape is erased. That will take an hour. Please note the current time."

"Yes, sir," he replied and sighed quietly after looking at his watch to check the time. It sounded boring, and he was right. It was a boring task, which is why he was going to do it for me.

"Listen carefully to my instructions and obey them, Jay," I said firmly.

"Hear...and...obey," Jay replied and a smile grew on his face.

"When the hour is up you will put the tape away just as you would normally," I said to Jay in a clear and commanding tone of voice. "When the tape has been put away you will awaken from your trance and recall NOTHING of what has happened since you first looked into my eyes. However, your subconscious will remember that any time you hear me say the phrase 'gowned and bagged' you will return to this state again, going down twice as fast and twice as deep as before. And when you return to this state you will think of nothing but how good it feels when you obey me. Kiss the toes of my boots when you understand and accept these instructions. Remain that way until I tell you to stand up."

Jay's eyes blinked maybe twice before he dropped down to all fours and planted a loud wet kiss on the toe of each of my cowboy boots. I looked down at Jay as he knelt there in front of me, with his head still bent over my right cowboy boot. The sight of this slender good looking man kneeling before me with his face on my boots was a most welcome and satisfying sight. It was also very stimulating, but I think you probably already deduced that for yourself. I was hard and turned on somewhat. I really wanted to walk around and start playing with Jay's butt. I wanted to gaze upon the sight of his pants stretched tight across his buttocks, and reach down and run my hands over those beautiful cheeks. Time enough for that though. It would be so much more satisfying to work towards that, instead of rushing into it straight off.

"Stand up," I said to him.

As Jay climbed back up to stand in front of me, I suddenly realized that I'd made a spoonerism when I'd given Jay his trigger phrase. Instead of 'bound and gagged', I'd said 'gowned and bagged'. I smiled to myself and chuckled softly. At least the trigger phrase was unique, and not one I was likely to forget. I have no interest in S&M, or bondage. It just so happened that 'bound and gagged' was the first phrase that popped into my mind when I tried to think of a good trigger phrase for Jay. As Jay stood there, looking at me patiently, I wrenched my thoughts back to the task at hand.

"Now in the meantime, Jay, I have a reward for you," I said to him. (Okay, so the reward was more mine than his, but he was going to enjoy himself. I would make sure of that.)

"Really, sir?" He asked as his eyes lit up.

"Just stand there looking at the blank television screen," I told him, after I reached over and turned it off. I positioned myself in front of him, being careful not to block his view of the television. Slowly I drew my finger across the front of his chest from his left shoulder over to his right shoulder. "You like that don't you, Jay?" I asked him.

"It's okay, sir," he replied blandly. It didn't interest him at all. At least he was being honest about it.

"My touch is magic, Jay," I said to him. "Each time that I touch you or even press down on your clothes you can feel a sense of pleasure and joy that seems to flow from my fingers and into your body." I waited a few seconds to let that sink in. "You will feel this way, because you have to feel this way. Remember that you hear and obey, Jay."

"Hear...and...obey...yes, sir," Jay replied automatically. He swallowed a few times and softly asked me. "Please, sir, would you touch me like that again?"

In answer I drew my finger across his chest again from his left shoulder to his right. "Ohhhh, yessssss" he hissed at me, softly. "I like that. Yes. Please do it again, sir."

I smiled at him, and traced my finger across his chest a second time.

"So..... nice....", he said and then softly moaned with pleasure.

He was responding well, as expected. I traced my finger across his chest a third time. I was starting to enjoy this as well. He moaned with delight, but said nothing, keeping his eyes fixed on the television set. I checked on the compulsion field outside the security office and reinforced it, while I wait for Jay to respond.

"Please, sir. More, please? Please touch me again?" Jay said softly. It was not a whimper, just a polite, calm request. He was begging me with his eyes, though, as he stood there waiting for me to do something.

"I will do much more than that, Jay," I said to him. He continued to stare at the blank television, and nodded his head in silent agreement. "I am going to run my hands all over your body, and search every pocket of your clothing. Whatever I find I will remove and drop on the floor. Each time either of my hands is inside any of pockets of your clothes, you will feel yourself becoming more and more aroused. You will feel so sexy and so turned on that your cock will be harder than ever before. You will continue to get harder and harder, and feel yourself slowly building to an orgasm unlike anything you have ever felt before. You will cum when and ONLY when I let you. No matter how close you feel, you will not be able to cum until I let you. Waiting to cum on command will increase your pleasure even more."

Jay gulped a few times and slowly nodded his head. "But I'm not gay, sir," he said with a look of confusion on his face. "I don't think I'll react as you said I would." Jay actually looked doubtful and seemed a bit concerned that his lack of reaction would disappoint me.

"It does not matter if you are gay or straight, Jay," I told him firmly. "My touch is magic, and your body and mind will react just as I have described. In fact, right now I am going to insert one of my hands into the upper welt pocket of your jacket. When you feel my hand in that pocket your cock will instantly become rock hard as you feel a very intense wave of sexual pleasure and joy pass through you. After a few seconds, when the wave has passed, you will tell me how you feel, and what you want to do." I was going to enjoy proving Jay wrong almost as much as I was going to enjoy playing with him.

"If you say so, sir," Jay replied still unconvinced.

I waited for a few seconds and then reached over and inserted my right hand into the upper welt pocket of his jacket, firmly and wiggled my fingers around a bit.

Jay's mouth dropped open, and his eyes grew wide with surprise and shock. "Oh God!" He called out as the intense feelings of pleasure and joy overtook him. "My cock!" He screamed out. His eyes remained fixed on the television set, but he wasn't paying it any mind. My eyes darted downward to look at the front of his pants, which I noted appeared to be a snug fit around his crotch and fly. In only a few seconds I was treated to the delightful sight of a bulge growing near the bottom of the fly of his pants. In less than a minute his cock was clearly outlined against the front of his pants. His rock hard and fully erect cock was pushing, straining against the fabric of his pants. What a wonderful site it was to behold and from the way Jay kept moaning, he was enjoying the sensation immensely. (Boy is THAT an understatement! He was rocking back and forth gently as he moaned in rapture. I was surprised that he didn't cum then and there. I slowly withdrew my hand from the upper welt pocket of his jacket, and his rocking gradually diminished. I reached down and ran my fingers lightly over the bulge that was his rock hard cock as it strained against his pants.

"Oh my! Your....your fingers stroking my cock!" Jay cried out but softly. "I never thought...I never imagined anything could feel so good. Your hand in my jacket pocket. It was like a all the best orgasms I've ever had happening all at once. I don't know how else to describe it." His eyes were unfocused and his face was plastered with ecstasy. He was breathing heavily, and had a slight bit of trouble talking. (Gee, I can't image why? Can you?) He was lost in a state of euphoria. Slowly he became aware of his surroundings again, and he focused his attention on me. He smiled a gentle satisfied smile, and moaned a few more times before he spoke. His breathing started to become less labored, as he spoke. "I want to do more than just obey you, sir. I want to do more than just to serve you, sir. I want....I want you to be my master." I didn't say anything, nor did I stop my stroking of his cock. He looked at me sadly, and his lips trembled as he reached down and brushed my hand away from the front of his pants. I had to admit, that surprised me. He was obviously enjoying my caressing of his rock hard cock, and I could not understand why he would want me to stop. He took a step backward away from me, and just looked at me, with a worried and nervous expression. I do not know if he was worried about what I would do or say now, or if he was only sad because I wasn't stroking his cock any more.

I didn't get a chance to think much about it, because Jay suddenly dropped down onto his hands and knees and started to bark at me! He was acting like a dog! (Yup, there you have it. More evidence of that keen analytical mind of mine.) He barked at me a couple more times, and then wiggled his butt back and forth as if he were trying to wag his tail. I was too shocked to say anything, while all this was going on. I had never dreamt that Jay wanted something like this.

"I want to be your dog, sir," he said suddenly, pulling my attention back to him and away from my own thoughts. "Please sir, let me be your faithful, obedient dog. Let me lie at your feet and breath in the wondrous aroma of your socks and boots. Let me fetch for you. Command me to do whatever you like, and reward me with a pat on the head or a rub on my tummy. Pet and stroke any part of my body that you want, whenever you want, sir. Your touch is heaven to me. Let me bring you pleasure in whatever form you desire. Let me experience the joy of your power over me. Control me, and train me as you see fit, sir. Clothes or no clothes, you decide, sir. Please, oh please sir, be my MASTER!" He remained on all fours in front of me and looked up at me. He did not say anything more, but his expression was clear. He was pleading and begging me to do this for him.