The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

It was my turn to have my eyes go wide with surprise and shock. I could not believe what I was hearing from Jay. It took a few minutes for it to sink into my head, during which Jay slowly crawled over to me and started to rub his head against my knee like a cat. Maybe he was confused as to whether it was a cat or a dog that he wanted to be. The clothes conscious part of my mind noted that as he crawled around his tie was dragging on the floor.

A minute or so later, Jay sat back on his heels and looked up expectedly at me. He nodded his head, while still smiling at me. I didn't know what to say. A part of me was shocked and repulsed at what I had just heard Jay say, while at the same time, another part of me was attracted and excited at the idea. This was a secret fantasy that I'd had many times about some of the men that I had hypnotized.

"Stand up in front of me, Jay," I said to him. He quickly and silently complied. I looked at him, and tried to think of what to say to him. As I stood there looking at him, the smile and hope on his face slowly started to fade. I didn't need to use my powers to determine what he was thinking. It was written on his face. He was sad and disappointed that I had not accepted his offer. He wasn't going to get what he had hoped for. I supposed part of that was my fault. I should have been looking at something else, rather than Jay, while I was trying to think. Jay was a bit of a distraction, and a very pleasing one at that.

"We do not have time right now to discuss this issue in detail," I said to him calmly. "Are you available Saturday night at say, 7 PM?"

"I have a date sir," he replied with a smile. "But I'll cancel it, so that I may be with you." He blushed, and looked at me coyly.

"Good." I told him. He smiled at me. "Now listen carefully, and pay close attention. All the suggestions I gave you previously in this session regarding me emptying out your pockets are now removed. Instead that will happen on Saturday night when you come over to my apartment. You will be sure to wear the same outfit to my apartment as you are now wearing. You will bring along some extra clothes including some extra underwear, a snug or tight fitting pair of jeans, and a casual shirt. Don't forget a belt for the jeans too." I paused for a few seconds to let Jay absorb the instructions. I reached over and wrote my address down on a piece of paper on a nearby pad and ripping off three sheets to insure that no impression of what I had just written remained on the pad.

"Take this paper and put it in your wallet," I instructed him. He whipped out his wallet, stuffed the paper into it, and returned the wallet to the inside right pocket of his jacket, as soon as I finished speaking. I was startled for a second, and then continued. "Jay, you will not remember that paper until 6 PM Saturday night, when you will take it out of your wallet and realize that for some reason you HAVE to be at that address by 7 PM. You will not break any traffic laws to get to the address, but you will find it is an irresistible urge. The more you try to fight it the stronger the urge becomes. If not already dressed in your current outfit, you will change into it without really noticing or caring that you are changing clothes. You will bring the extra clothes that I mentioned, and again, this will seem a perfectly normal thing for you to be doing at around 6 PM on a Saturday night. You will have no conscious memory about the events that occurred during this session. Your subconscious mind will remember the instructions and the trigger phrase, and so you will execute them on Saturday night. When I answer the door, you will be a bit confused as to why you have come to my apartment, and so will want to check the address with me. When you hear me say 'puppy love' you will pick up your bag, or whatever it is that you brought your clothes in, and march past me into the living room, turn around to face me and then salute me. You will remain like that, again not knowing why you are behaving in such a manner but powerless to stop yourself, until I return the salute. Once I do return your salute, you will remember everything that happened during this session. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I understand," Jay replied quietly.

"Oh, one last point," I said. "No matter how upset you might become with me, you will be unable to harm me in any way." After my experience with Doug Davenport, I wasn't about to take any chances.

"Yes, of course sir," Jay agreed.

"Now, when I leave this room, you will sit down and gaze at your watch. Do you know what to do after that?" I asked him.

"Yes, sir, I do," he replied. "When the hour is up, I stop the tape and put it away. Then I return to my desk and sit down. When I do, I will wake up and not remember anything about this session, or you.. On Saturday night I will obey my instructions to get dressed as I am now, bring some extra clothes including some snug jeans, and make my way over to your apartment. I will be puzzled as to why I am there. When you answer the door I will ask you if this is the correct address. When I hear you say 'puppy love' I will pick up my bag and march into your living room, turn around and salute you. I will not understand why I am doing that and I will be helpless to stop myself. When you return my salute I will remember everything that has happened to me. I will not hurt or harm you, even if I am upset with you."

"Excellent, Jay," I praised him.

"Thank you, sir," he replied.

I turned and left the room. I wanted to stay and look at Jay for a while longer, but I had other things to take care of. Besides there was going to be plenty of time on Saturday night. I smiled to myself as I realized that I'd left Jay Turner with one heck of an erection, and he was going to have no idea, at least not until Saturday night, as to why he had it or how it had come about. See I can be 'naughty' at times too.

Chapter 7. New Duds.

I glanced at my watch after sipping my second cup off coffee that Saturday morning. As always, the coffee at The Coffee Shop, was aromatic, and rich. A true treasure to sip. I sighed contentedly. It was a bright and warm spring day on a Saturday morning, and I was looking forward to doing some window shopping. I had the evening planned with Jay Turner, the security guard from the hospital, but for the next few hours I was going to indulge myself in a somewhat different way. It was a couple of minutes before 10 AM. I glanced out of the window. Still no sign of Bernie, but then again, I didn't even know what his car looked like. Foolishly I realized that I had not asked Bernie to tell me what type of car he drove. It wouldn't have helped anyway, because I don't know one type of car from another. (Okay, I can tell the difference between a min-van and a pickup truck, but that is about it.) I went back to reading my paper, and waiting for Bernie to arrive.

I sensed, rather than felt, a slight buzzing or tingling at the back of my head, and looked up and around the restaurant. Everything seemed normal for a Saturday morning. Nothing looked or felt out of place. I glanced back towards the coffee counter and noticed that Mary was looking at me. Not in my general direction but directly at me. Her expression was unreadable. Neutral and guarded. Something was amiss, but I'd be damned if I knew what it was. When I had arrived this morning, I had thought that Mary's greeting to me had not been the normal warm and friendly greeting that she always wore. There had been a slight dip in the voltage of her smile, and the cheer in her voice lack a degree or two of warmth. Clearly I had not been imagining things. I wasn't really in the mood for a mystery this early in the morning, so it was a bit of a relief to me when Bernie walked up to me and said hello.

"Good morning to you, Bernie." I greeted him warmly. "Did you want something to eat or a cup of coffee before we start out?" I asked him.

"No, thanks, if it is all the same to you, Paul," he said a bit nervously. "I'm ready to go whenever you are."

"Okay, then," I said to him. "Lead the way to your car."

Bernie turned around and started towards the door. I followed him. During the short walk to his car I studied Bernie closely. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, with a brown belt, and a navy blue short sleeved casual knit shirt. He wore running shoes on his feet, and his wallet was nicely snuggled into the right hip pocket of his jeans. I smiled to myself as I watched Bernie's ass move back and forth as he walked in front it me. It wasn't as if he had a pair of killer buns concealed in those jeans, but his butt was a rather nice sight, especially this early in the morning. We arrived at his car, a two door sports model of some kind, that was an emerald green in color, and climbed inside. "Don't start the car just yet," I said to Bernie as he reached over to put the keys into the ignition.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Bernie asked. In public he used my first name, but in private, like this, he knew to address me as 'sir'.

"Yes, Bernie," I said to him. "Something is wrong. You do not seem all that happy to be with me today. Please, tell me what the problem is."

"Well, I...." Bernie hesitated.

"Go on," I prompted him.

"I would rather not be with you today," Bernie said quietly, with a clear note of dread in his voice. "I do not know what it is that you want me to do, but I know that I will not like it. I also know that you can force me to do what you want anytime you want. I feel helpless and completely at your mercy. I do not like feeling this way. For all I know you're going to have me give some stranger a blow job, or have me strip in public. If I could, I'd push you out of the car, drive off and leave you here."

Bernie said all of this while looking me directly in the eye, and I could tell that he meant every word. Talk about water putting out a fire! I wasn't about to let Bernie spoil what I was hoping would be a good time.

"A pickle in my cowboy boots," I said in a clear and commanding voice.

Bernie looked at me, without shock or surprise on his face. Clearly he had expected me to hypnotize him again today. It did not hasten how quickly and deeply he went back into his hypnotic trance. His eyes closed quickly, and his head nodded forward until his chin was resting on his chest. His entire body wilted, like a house plant that hasn't been watered for a while. Sitting there in the car next to me, lost again in hypnosis, he was enticing.

"Going down deeper and deeper, Bernie," I said to him. "With each word that I utter and with each breath that you take. And as you go deeper and remember how good it feels when you obey me, your cock starts to react. You'll feel that cock of yours getting harder and harder. As you feel it push against your jeans, you'll discover how good that feeling is. You'll start to softly moan out loud, expressing the pleasure that you feel."

Bernie sat there and slowly a smile came to his lips. He wiggled around a few times, and his hands went to the front of his jeans as he adjusted his cock into a more comfortable position. He moaned, and then sighed deeply. He wiggled around a bit more, and moaned a few more times. The smile on his face had grown into an outright grin, and he slowly open his eyes and turned to face me. He moaned several more times, and continued to smile at me with a blissful expression on his face. A few more moans later and he slowly raised his right hand and softly caressed my cheek. "You're so...... good to...... me, sir," he said between moans. "Command me.......and I.......I will obey." Bernie looked at me as if I were now the most important person in his life. To him I was. I was the giver of pleasure and joy, which he could not get enough of.

"Do you want to know what we are going to do today?" I asked him.

"Oh yes.......yes, sir," he replied between moans. "I really don't......care what it is that you......want me to.....do, sir. Command me...and I.....obey, sir."

"We are going to a favorite store of mine, to shop," I told him. "I am going to try and find something that I would like to buy. You are going to pay for my purchases. If someone asks why, you can tell them something like you lost a bet with me. I may ask your advice as to whether or not something looks good, and I want your honest opinion. Do you understand?"

"Completely, sir," he replied and then moaned again.

"Your cock now returns to it's normal size, and you stop moaning, Bernie," I said to him. It was getting difficult to talk to him with all the moaning going on. "You will feel very good accompanying me on this trip, because you know that you are obeying me, even though you are wide awake at the time. Do you know why you will pay for my purchases?"

"Because you have told me to, sir," Bernie said to me. He was relaxed and comfortable now, and the grin on his face had faded back to just a hint of a smile on his lips. He was feeling good, happy even, as he spoke to me.

"Yes, for that reason and for one other," I said to him. "You still owe me for what you tried to pull back at the hospital, and this is how you are going to repay me for that." (Those members of the Ethics Committee who are objecting to this action on my part would do well to remember that I am not tricking Bernie into this. This is merely a simple pay back to right a wrong. I am not injuring Bernie by doing this, after all I know he can afford it. If I could afford this little shopping trip, then Bernie certainly can.)

"I understand sir," he said as he looked at me and sighed softly. "I agree that what I tried to do back at the hospital was wrong. I know that I am getting off lightly. You could have me do many other things, and I am thankful that you chose this method of repayment." And with that Bernie leaned over and gave me a heartfelt hug of gratitude and thanks. It was unexpected and awkward, but sweet nonetheless.

"0...1...2...3...4...5, WIDE AWAKE!" I said to him.

Bernie blinked his eyes a few times and, looked around to get his bearing. He looked down at his jeans, and then looked up at me, and blushed.

"You're naughty, sir," he said with a lopsided grin at me. "Getting me all worked up and turned on like that, and then deflating my expectations."

"Well, I don't think you'd want to walk around in public with a raging hard on, would you?" I asked.

"I suppose not," he agreed reluctantly. "But do you think that after you are done with your shopping you could arrange for me to have a complete experience, as it were?"

"Maybe," I said. "But I make no promises. We'll see how the day goes. By the way, how do you feel about spending time with me now?"

"I'm enjoying myself, sir," he said and smiled at me. "Oh I know that you commanded me to feel that way, just now. It is but another example of how much control you really do have over me. I was feeling apprehensive about spending the day with you, sir, but not any more. In fact I am a bit in awe of you, sir. You have this amazing ability to control me, and you don't seem to even want to hurt or abuse me. I feel safe with you, sir. And sir?"

"Yes, Bernie?" I asked.

"I really don't care how much of my money you spend today sir," he said to me, gazing directly into my eyes. "Whatever the amount, it will be worth it. You've taken a day that I was dreading, and turned it into something wonderful. So where are we off to, sir?"

"The Cowboy Corral," I said, and gave him the address in case he did not know where it was.

"Please do up your seat belt sir, and we can go," Bernie said to me as he buckled himself in.

I fumbled for a second or two locating the darn thing, but finally got myself strapped in. Bernie started the car, turned his head to grin at me, and then pulled out of the parking lot. It was a quite trip. I listened to the radio while Bernie drove us there. Before too long we were in the parking lot of the Cowboy Corral. It was a short walk to the store entrance. We went inside. I stopped for a second or two just inside the entrance to get my bearings, then I headed off for the shirts section to see what new stock they might have gotten in since my last visit. Bernie followed closely behind, and swiveled his head back and forth as the size of the store began to impinge on his mind. You didn't have to be a mind reader to know that this was his first time in this store. The entire wall of boots along the left side of the store amazed him. His jaw dropped and his mouth hung open with surprise. His eyes bugged out just a bit. Not enough to be really noticeable, but the experienced clerk behind the counter could spot the signs easily enough. The clerk grinned at me as we walked by, and jerked his head at Bernie while Bernie was turned away. I nodded my head slightly an shrugged my shoulders in a silent agreement with him. I also noticed that the clerk was dressed as a cowboy (Like he was going to be wearing a three piece suit & tie in this store?), and was attractive. I didn't have time for more than a quick look at him, before heading off to the shirts section. I reached the racks of shirts and stopped. Bernie bumped into me with a sudden thump. He had been distracted by something, and had not been watching where he was going.

"Sorry about that, Paul," he said immediately. We were not in private so he stopped addressing me as 'sir'. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"So I see," I said as I turned around to look at him. "So what is it that caught your attention?"

"Well, that wall of boots for one thing," he answered. "I've never seen so many boots in my life. There were a few other things I'd like to take a closer look at, if you don't mind."

"Sure, go ahead," I said to him. "I'll be here in the shirts when you need to find me." Bernie headed off eagerly to whatever it was that fascinated him so much. Knowing him it was probably some willowy blonde woman in white cowboy boots, and a very short denim skirt. I tried to push such unattractive thoughts out of my head. I had no concerns or worries that Bernie might try to ditch me and leave. Such a thought would never even cross his mind. He was feeling too good being with me to consider leaving on his own. I knew that was true, as I'd scanned his mind when he'd hugged me in the car. I always double check when I give someone a suggestion. Caution is necessary, and it can be fun too.

I started working my way through the shirts, to see if anything caught my eye. I took my time and looked at each shirt to see if it interested me at all. Jeans I had enough of, but I could always use another cowboy shirt. I was on the third rack when an unknown voice off to my right side said, "Is there anything in particular that I could help you find, sir?"

I looked up to see the clerk from the counter standing beside me with a warm smile on his face. Up close he was even more attractive, than I'd first thought. He was about five feet, eleven inches tall, not counting the straw cowboy hat that was perched on top of his head. Most of his chestnut colored hair was hidden underneath the hat (now that was a shame in itself), but there was enough hair on the sides of his head to give me a rough idea that his hair was straight and cut short. The smile on his face was warm and just a bit sexy (or maybe that was just me, I'm not sure), and showed off his white teeth and smooth sensuous lips to their best advantage. His nose was a bit on the small side, and he did not wear any glasses, which was a blessing. Glasses might have hidden those incredibly lovely aquamarine eyes of his, which were looking out at me innocently. His skin was smooth and evenly tanned, without any blemishes or scares. I also took note that he was wearing a half white and half black cowboy shirt, with a red line running diagonally from his left shoulder down to the right side of his waist, that split his shirt in two. White on the right side and black on the left. It was an interesting shirt, and an ideal excuse for me to give his body a good looking over, as I took inventory of this guy. He had an average build, neither fat nor muscled, but he did look good in that shirt. Where the shirt ended at his waist, my eyes encountered a pair of light blue jeans, encircled by a black leather belt with an ordinary belt buckle. Not a cowboy belt buckle as I'd expected. The jeans were snug fitting, but not tight by any stretch of the imagination. They fitted him well, and showed off his assets (at least from the front, I hadn't seen his backside yet), without attempting to call undo attention to them. I glanced down briefly to note that he was wearing a pair of black cowboy boots. Then I looked back up at his face.