The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

"It's a long, long story," I said to Bernie in an attempt to avoid explaining what had just happened in the store. "Let's just leave it at that okay?"

"Whatever you say, sir," he replied. Then he smiled at me and winked. "I've got a surprise for you, sir."

"Oh really?" I said as I looked at him and wondered what he was talking about.

Bernie reached into the bag containing my new shirts and dug around for a second or two. Clearly he was looking for something, but I couldn't imagine what it was. "It's got to be in here somewhere!" He cried out in frustration, as he continued his search. "Damn it! I'll have to do this the hard way." He reached into the bag and removed one of the shirts, handing it carefully to me. "Would you mind holding this for a minute, sir?" He asked me.

"Sure," I replied curious as to where this was leading. I placed the shirt on my lap. Bernie dug into the bag again and produced the second shirt which he handed over to me. His arm descended into the bag a third time and he let go a whoop of joy as his hand closed over whatever it was that he'd been searching for. He looked up at me, and his face softened in to a timid and bashful expression, with soulful eyes that silently begged for understanding. He looked innocent and vulnerable, completely unsure of himself. It was a remarkable transformation from only a few minutes ago in the store. Suddenly, I wasn't sure if I was going to like this surprise.

"This....this is for you, sir," Bernie said softly as he withdrew his arm and hand from the bag and presented me with a plain white lidded box about six inches by three inches.

I almost didn't open the box, but my curiosity got the better of me. I removed the lid, and my jaw dropped open in surprise and awe. Inside was a beautiful rectangular cowboy belt buckle! On it was a gold eagle with wings outstretched on a silver background with a gold rope border. The buckle was at least four inches long, and two and a half inches wide. But the surprise didn't stop there. Nestled next to the buckle in the same bed of soft white cotton was a matching bolo tie with a matching eagle pattern! I was speechless with emotion. I didn't know what to think. It was a very touching gift, and also very expensive. So expensive, that I knew that I'd never spend that much money on myself just for a buckle and tie. I looked up at Bernie, once I could tear my eyes away from the gifts.

"Why?" I asked. It was all I could think of to say.

"I thought you would like it, sir," Bernie said softly. "Is something wrong, sir? Don't you like it?" Bernie was starting to look a bit nervous now, as if he had done something wrong and was not sure what.

"It's beautiful, Bernie," I said. "I am deeply touched by your gift. It is something that I always wanted for myself, but never thought I would have. But why did you buy it? I never asked or even hinted to you that I wanted something like this."

"I bought it, because I admire and respect you, sir," Bernie said staring to smile as he realized just how 'right' his gift had been. "I'm not in love with you or anything like that, sir. I just wanted you to know that I think you are a wonderful and special man, and that you deserve something for all the help that you've given me and others. It is also my way of saying that 'I am sorry' for the harm that I tried to inflict on your friends back at the hospital. I know that it will take a while for you to forgive me for that, but in the meantime I hope you will accept these items as tokens of my respect and admiration for you. You are a very special man."

I was flabbergasted, and could only sit there and look at Bernie for a few minutes. Finally my brain started working again, and I smiled back at him. "Thank you, Bernie. With all my heart, thank you." Then I lead over and kissed him gently on the cheek. He didn't pull away or flinch. He merely accepted it for what it was intended as, a simple 'thank you' kiss.

'Well, sir," Bernie said with a sneaky grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. "There was one other little reason why I bought that for you."

"Oh, really?" I said raising my eyebrow in faked surprise. I decided to play along with him and see what this other reason was. "And just what would that be, pray tell?"

"I'm hoping that someday soon, you and I can arrange for another hypnosis session, like in my office, except of course that you won't have to force me into it," Bernie answered. "And I'm hoping that you'll wear those gifts so that I have two bright and shiny things to look at when you hypnotize me."

"I'm sure that can be arranged, Bernie," I laughed. "You've more than earned it."

"Sounds good, sir," Bernie said with a delighted grin on his face. "Where to now?"

"I could go for some lunch right now," I said to him as I looked at my watch. It was only 1:30 PM, and not too late to grab lunch.

"Great, sir!" Bernie said, and then as an afterthought. "It's my treat sir, and I won't take 'no' for an answer." So we headed off for a leisurely and long lunch. Regretfully neither Bernie or I had time for anything more after lunch. He was due back at the hospital by 3 PM, and I had to do some housework and get ready for my session this evening with Jay Turner. Bernie's next session with me would have to wait for a while, until I could set something up. He understood that as well as I did, so we parted that afternoon as friends. Not the best of friends, but maybe that would change with time.

Chapter 8. Puppy Love.

"Doesn't ANYONE ever arrive on time anymore these days?" I muttered to myself for the umpteenth time. Here it was 7:30 PM, and still no sign of Jay Turner my scheduled hypnosis subject for the evening. For a brief moment I thought that maybe my suggestions to him hadn't worked, but that just did not make any sense. I had seen the suggestions take root in his mind and seen his mind accept the suggestions. He could no more resist them, then he could stop breathing. However, that certain fact did not stop me from feeling annoyed and frustrated. I decided to fall back onto my tried and true remedy in situations like this: I made myself a cup of tea and sat back to relax and enjoy it. It worked. Some fifteen minutes later, I was feeling much calmer and my frustration and anger had faded to a case of mild annoyance.

The doorbell rang just as I finished putting my cup and saucer into the kitchen sink. "Good timing," I thought to myself, and went to answer the door. I peered through the peephole and was slightly pleased to see a confused and bewildered Jay Turner on the other side. He dressed in his security guard outfit from the hospital. In his left hand he held a familiar looking scrap of paper, which he looked at with a puzzled expression on his face. His right arm was pointed in the direction of my doorbell button. Beside his right leg was a tan duffel bag. The doorbell rang a second time. Putting on my warmest and most friendly smile I opened the door.

"Hello. May I help you?" I asked politely.

"I..I'm not sure, exactly," Jay replied hesitantly. He held the scrap of paper in front of me, close enough for me to be able to read it clearly. "Is this your address?" He asked.

"Yes, it is," I answered. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"I don't know exactly why I'm here," Jay answered looking back at the paper even more puzzled than before. "I do not know this address, and I do not know you, but for some reason I had to come here tonight. I was hoping maybe you might know something about all this."

"Would you like to come inside and talk about it?" I asked him.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Jay said cautiously.

"Puppy Love," I said clearly and distinctly.

Jay looked up at me and blinked his eyes as if he did not understand what he had just heard. His left hand crumpled the paper as he made a fist of his left hand. He bent down and picked up the duffel bag. Looking more and more confused, Jay came suddenly to attention and then briskly marched past me into the living room. His mouth hung open in astonishment, and surprise, as he marched by me. . He didn't have a clue as to what was happening to him, and couldn't even put two words together. I closed the door, locked it, and then turned around to watch Jay. When he reached about the center of the living room, he stopped and executed a snappy one hundred and eighty degree about face. Looking directly at me, Jay dropped the duffel bag and snapped off a salute that would have pleased any drill sergeant. There he stood saluting me, mystified at what had just happened to him.

"H....help? W...what's happening to me? Who....who are you? Why can't I move?" Jay squeaked out his questions. He was clearly upset at what had just happened, and was becoming more so by the minute. I could see his body start to tremble with fear as he stood there frozen like some kind of living mannequin. It was an understandable reaction. He felt completely out of control, and had no idea of what all of this meant. I was going to take a few minutes to take a close look at how Jay was dressed, but quickly dismissed that idea. There was no point in prolonging Jay's fear. I looked at Jay and returned his salute.

Jay's body relaxed instantly and he stopped trembling. His eyes went very wide and his jaw dropped in surprise as the events of his first session played back in his mind. He stared at me but his gaze was vacant. He wasn't seeing me, only the events of his first session with me. I waited quietly, and took the opportunity presented to look over Jay's outfit. He was dressed in a black single breasted jacket, unbuttoned, with a badge on the chest pocket. The badge was a simple black rectangle with the word 'security' on it and the name J. Turner below that. The rest of the outfit consisted of a white shirt and black tie, accompanied by medium gray pants with a plain black leather belt. I glanced down to see a pair of nondescript plain black shoes on his feet. Yes, he was dressed as he had been when I first met him in the hospital security wing. He had carried out his instructions.

"You...you did it," Jay said timidly, wrenching my attention off of Jay's cloths and back to him. "You controlled me. You made me obey you...then....and now." Jay's vacant stare melted into one of amazement and then joy. His eyes moved to find my face, and he smiled at me. I looked back at him silently. He blushed a bright beet red and then asked in that timid voice, "Did I do okay....uh...sir?"

"Yes, you did fine, Jay," I said in a soothing voice. "Do you know why you are here now?"

"I think so, sir," Jay replied. "You made me come here. You ordered me to come here. You said that we would take up where we left off at the hospital. I don't even know what your name is. Are you going to control me again?" He looked at me with soulful begging eyes. He remembered how his last session felt and he wanted to feel that way again.

"Correct on all counts, Jay," I answered. "My name is Paul. Gowned and bagged."

Jay looked at me as the trigger phrase impacted on his mind. His face went blank and his body shuddered once as his eyes closed. He let out a soft sigh and then started to sway slightly. A smile started to build on his face as he slipped down deeper and deeper. Slowly he raised his head up and looked around. He saw me standing near him and walked over to where I was. He looked at me and then slowly smiled at me, with a warm and tender almost sensual smile. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "Thank you sir, for taking me back here. I feel so good now, sir. I hear and obey you, sir."

"Good Jay," I said to him. "We will now pick up where we left off earlier at the hospital."

"Sir? I don't understand." Jay said confused.

Silently I drew my finger slowly across the front of Jay's chest over his jacket, shirt and tie, just about the level of where his nipples should have been. "Do you remember my touch, Jay?"

"Oh, yesssssssssss........" Jay breathed in delight, as a shudder of pleasure overtook his body. "Your.....touch....is....magic." 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, just below his collarbone.

"Ohhhh, yessssss" he hissed at me, softly, and closed his eyes in delight. "I like that. Yes. Please do it again, sir."

I smiled at him, and moved my finger across his chest a third time.

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

He was responding well, as I had expected. I moved my finger across his chest a fourth time. I was starting to enjoy this as well. He moaned with delight, but said nothing, keeping his eyes closed, but not tightly.

"Please, sir. More, please? Please touch me again?" Jay said softly. It was not a whimper, just a polite, calm request, with an undercurrent of pleading that was all too evident.

"I will do much more than that, Jay," I said to him. He 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 becoming more and more aroused. You will slowly start 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. "Yes, sir. I remember that now. I can't wait for you to start."

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

"Ohhhhhh," Jay cried out softly as the pleasure surged through him. My eyes darted downward to look at the front of his gray pants, which I noted appeared to be as snug a fit around his crotch and thighs as I remembered. In only a few seconds I was treated to the delightful sight of a bulge slowly growing near the bottom of the fly of his pants.

Easily I slipped my hand out of the upper breast pocket of his jacket and into the left outside pocket of his jacket. I moved my hand around for a few moments. The pocket was empty, but Jay didn't mind. A couple of low animal groans forced themselves out from between his sexy lips. I had nearly forgotten how good looking Jay Turner was. I estimated Jay's age at somewhere in his mid twenties, or it could have been his boyish good looks that gave the impression of youth. At about five feet ten inches in height, with a slim build, Jay was the type of guy that would definitely have caught your eye (or both eyes in my case). 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, and maybe that is the best way to describe him. Jay was a handsome young man, of average built with comely features that were most pleasing to gaze upon. I sighed in silent joy, as I let my eyes drink deeply of the magnificent sight that stood only inches away from me.

"Deeper, Jay," I muttered into his ear as I stood beside him. He swayed ever so lightly, as his sexy lips melted into what can only be described as an alluring, seductive smile, that silently begged for me to continue. I slipped my hand out of the left outside pocket of Jay's jacket and slowly dragged my hands across Jay's back and over to his right side as I slowly walked around him. One hand I dragged across Jay's back, and the other across Jay's butt.

"Yesssssssssss." Jay moaned softly, as he slowly wiggled his body with pleasure He moaned several more times as I slipped my hands into the right outside pocket of Jay's jacket and searched it. I did not find anything in that pocket, either. Jay's reactions to such simple stimulation was much stronger than I had expected, so I decided to continue slowly. It would be better for Jay, and a heck of a lot more enjoyable for me. I removed my hands from the outside right pocket of Jay's jacket and then stood in front of him. As I waited for Jay to calm down, I indulged myself, and gazed down at the front of Jay's pants. The bulge in his pants had become more pronounced, and for just a second I was tempted to place my hands down there to see just how large Jay had become. I'd determine that soon enough.

"Hold your jacket open, Jay," I instructed him. Jay silently nodded his head in agreement. He moved his hands slowly but steadily up towards the front of his jacket. He firmly grabbed the left and right sides of his jacket front and slowly pulled his jacket open. His eyes remained closed as he carried out my instructions.

I let my eyes roam all over Jay's front, admiring his trim and fit body. He was not a gym rat, but he kept himself in shape. His white dress shirt lay against his chest and stomach closely, but not snugly or tightly. The shirt helped to emphasize the difference between Jay's chest and his narrow waist. The black tie he wore hung down in a straight line and stopped short just above his belt buckle. The collar of his shirt was close around his neck but he looked comfortable. The front of Jay's pants were intriguing. The front pockets were not the side angle ones I had expected, but rather were top pockets sort of what you would find on a pair of jeans. The front of the pants thus were smooth and not pleated. This caused those pants to fit somewhat closely (okay they fit very snugly and a bit tightly) to Jay's crotch and hips. The curve of Jay's hips from his waist down to the top of his thighs was emphasized by those smooth gray pants he was wearing. There was a noticeable bulge in the front of Jay's pants. It was not pronounced, but even as I continued to look at it, the bulge grew a bit longer. All in all, Jay's front was a most inviting sight.

I moved my eyes, with a bit of difficulty I might add, to the left inside of Jay's jacket and did not notice anything. I slipped my right hand inside the inside breast pocket that was there and wiggled my fingers about looking for anything. I didn't find anything, but Jay hooted with pleasure a few times. I turned my attention to the right inside of Jay's jacket and noticed a suspicious bulge in the inside breast pocket that was located there. I plunged my left hand into that pocket and my probing fingers quickly located a leather object. I plucked it out and was delighted to find that I had successfully retrieved Jay's wallet. It was a plain black leather wallet, unremarkable except that it was very, very thick. Could it be money inside there? I doubted it and even if that were the case I wasn't really interested in money from Jay. I flipped the wallet open and in the process discovered that it was one of the kinds of wallets that folds over twice instead of just once. This explained why the wallet made such a big bulge in Jay's pocket. I let the wallet drop to the carpeted floor with a soft thump.