The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

Andrew nodded his head, and continued to smile like a Cheshire cat as he sat there sprawled on the sofa.

"Do you like this state that you are in, Andy?" I asked him. He nodded his head but did not speak.

"Would you like to return to this state or an even deeper state than this, Andy?" I prompted him. Another head nod.

"Would you like me to be the person to help you return to this state again?" I queried him. A quick head nod.

"Do you trust me enough to help you return to this state? I can't help you come back to this state if you do not trust me, Andy." I said to him. An immediate nod of his head. I let out a silent sigh of relief. Now that we had some trust established, providing that Andrew wasn't lying to me, I could implant the signal for returning to hypnosis, with a very high probability of success.

"Wonderful, Andy," I said to him. "Now listen carefully. Each and every time that I say the phrase, 'purple fuzzy bunny slippers' you will immediately return to this state. You will go down twice as fast and twice as deep as before. When you return to this most wonderful of states, your eyes will close quickly and your head will nod forward as a wave of deep, wonderful and intense relaxation washes through your body. If you are standing or sitting, though you will remain that way and no matter how deep you may go, you will not slip slide, fall or topple over. When you understand all this, let me know."

I waited almost not daring to breath. It had been so long since I'd done ordinary hypnosis like this, that I could not be sure whether or not I was rushing things too fast. It was much more exciting than I'd remembered. The thrill of the unknown, and the possibility of failure made it all the more suspenseful. I had been doing too much super hypnosis and had forgotten the soul-stirring, heart-swelling and nerve-wracking commotion that hypnotizing a new subject brought out in me. It was ironic to realize that my powers of super hypnosis had caused me to become jaded about the very act of hypnotizing a man. I had forgotten what an aphrodisiac it could be for me.

These thoughts raced through my mind as I desirously watched Andrew for the reaction that I silently prayed for. It seemed like an eternity to me, but it was probably only a second or two before Andrew nodded his head once again. A wave of heat and relief passed through my body.

"What happens when I say 'purple fuzzy bunny slippers' to you, Andy?" I asked him.

"I come back down here," he said dreamily. "I go back down twice as fast and twice as deep as before. Feels so good."

"Exactly, Andy." I praised him. He smiled a big smile for a moment and then it faded back into that small satisfied smirk that had been his expression for the past little while.

"When you want to go even deeper, Andy," I said to him keeping my voice calm and soothing. "Undo your scarlet tunic, and push it open.. With each button that you undo, you'll go down even deeper and feel even better."

Before I finished the last word Andrew's hands were moving towards his waist, and quickly unbuckled the gun belt on his uniform jacket, and unclipped the shoulder strap. The shoulder flaps were undone next, followed by his hands reaching up and removing the snow white lanyard from around his neck. He fasten the lanyard around the right shoulder flap of his uniform, so that the lanyard would not get in the way. He lifted his head for a moment as his hands moved up to the top button of his uniform, directly under his chin, and quickly completed their task. Slowly, smoothly and effortlessly his hands worked their way down the front of his uniform jacket, undoing each button in turn. All the while Andrew continued to nod his head and to smile that smile of his. With the last button finally undone, Andrew reached up and pushed the front of his uniform jacket off to the side revealing a very muscular chest and a narrow waist. He was even more of a hunk than I'd thought! With his jacket pushed open , and his arms resting off to either side of him, I could see the plain light colored undershirt that he wore. I could not be sure of the color since there was only firelight to see by, but I would have guessed at white or off white. A black belt with a simple silver buckle and tongue kept his uniform pants at the proper level. My eyes quickly went back to that wonderful chest again. I was entranced with his build. I kept thinking about what it would feel like to have Andrew hold me in his arms, with his shirt off, and to be surrounded by such a strong powerful man, all the while knowing that he was willing to respond to my suggestions. It was a goal worth working towards.

"That feels so much better, doesn't it Andy?" I prompted him. A quick nod of his head was his response.

"When you wake up in a few minutes, you will not remember undoing your jacket, but everything else you will recall, if you wish to," I instructed him. "It will not upset you or cause you concern. In fact you might even find it funny, when you realize that your jacket is undone. When you hear me say the word, 'recall' though, the memory of undoing your jacket will return immediately."

Andrew nodded his head as soon as I finished speaking. I didn't have to ask him any more to do that. He was starting to do it automatically, which was another good sign.

"Excellent," I said. "In a few moments I will count from zero to five where zero is this state or an even deeper state than this, and five represents eyes open and wide awake. Here we go now. Zero. Starting to come up just a bit now, and as you do you notice a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. One. Coming up a bit more, and the smile has turned into a grin." Andrew was grinning happily as I looked at him sitting there I was almost loath to wake him up, he was so damn good looking!

"Two," I continued. "The grin getting bigger and bigger because the harder you try not to grin the bigger the grin gets. Three. A feeling of peace and calm flows through your body, and your mind become clear, calm and alert. Four. Nearly there now, and you feel the need for more oxygen so you take a long slow deep breath and let out." I savored the sight of Andrew's heavenly chest heaving before me as he took a very deep breath and let it out.

"Five. Eyes open. Wide awake! Wide awake!" I said to him. His eyes didn't open though. He sat there slouched on the sofa and did not open his eyes. All he did was to shake his head from side to side in a silent 'no' signal. I was surprised and somewhat happy that he hadn't come out of hypnosis, but also concerned too.

"Time to wake up now, Andy," I said to him.

"No. Don't want to," he said softly. "I want to say here. It's so nice...."

I was tempted to leave him there, but I needed to know how effective my post hypnotic suggestions were and to find out that he had to wake up.

"Fine, you stay there, Andy," I said to him sounding as if I had given up the desire to awaken him. "When you feel yourself going even deeper, because it feels so nice, you notice that your bladder begins to feel full. The longer you stay down in this state the more full your bladder feels. Soon, you will feel the need to relieve yourself, and you will have to ask me to bring you back out of hypnosis so that you can go and relive yourself. So just enjoy yourself now, Andy and continue to go even deeper. This suggestion works ONLY for this one session, though, Andy."

I watched Andy as he sat there on the sofa, and smiled to himself. He looked so nice sitting there, that I was tempted to reach over and fondle his jacket, just for fun. In a few minutes his smile faded and he began to look a bit uncomfortable. He started to fidget, and look more and more uncomfortable. As the minutes passed he began to squirm around, with a very unhappy look on his face. His legs suddenly moved together and his hands flew down to the fly of his uniform pants.

"I want to come out now," he muttered.

"Did you say something, Andy?" I asked him.

"I want to come out now," he said in a clear strong voice. "I have to go to the bathroom, very badly. Please, would you help me come out now?"

I'm not a cruel or mean person. Andrew was really suffering, and I did not want him to have an accident, so I responded immediately. "Of course, Andy," I answered. "Zero. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Wide awake! Wide awake!" I said in a clear and commanding voice.

Andrew's eyes popped open and he jumped to his feet, literally. He looked around frantically and then looked down at me.

"Down that hall, first door on the right," I told him answering the unasked question. Andrew nearly ran to the bathroom in his urgency to reach it in time. I heard the door slam closed, and I chuckled softly to myself. It might have been just a tiny bit mean to have used that method to wake Andrew up, but it was most effective. I waited patiently for Andrew to finish relieving himself, and idly wondered to myself what his reaction to all this would be.

Five minutes passed, the bathroom door opened, and a much happier Andrew appeared in the doorway. He looked at me, and started to laugh softly as he made his way back to the living room. His laughter was rich and full. Not bellowing, but the full bodied easy laughter that comes when one is genuinely happy. Andrew's laugh was even more pleasant to listen to than his speaking voice. His laugh was warm and inviting, like being offered a hot cup of cocoa on a cold winter afternoon. By the time he had returned to his position on the sofa next to me he was laughing continuously and he was not able to talk. It was all he could do to raise his right hand and waggle a finger at me. I merely smiled back at him and waited. It took several more minutes for Andrew to stop laughing and compose himself enough to talk to me.

"They were right," he said, and started laughing again.

"Who was right?" I asked, although I had a pretty good idea of who he was referring to.

"Jack and Steve," Andrew answered. "They told me you were good at this. They warned me that I was in for a surprise or two. I didn't believe them, though."

"And now?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.

"I believe,' he chortled, and looked right at me. "You're good. Very good. I had my doubts at first, but I'm convinced that you hypnotized me."

"Might I ask why you believe that?" I said.

"Well," he replied, smiling at me with warmth and friendship. "To begin with I've never felt so good in all my life. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine. I guess that was why I didn't want to come back out, when you told me to. By the way, that was a naughty trick you pulled to get me to wake up. I've never felt the need to pee so bad in my life. For a few seconds I was afraid I wouldn't make it to the bathroom in time. I do have one question for you, though."

"Which is?" I prompted him.

"How did my jacket get undone? Did you unbutton it, or did you have me do that?" Andrew asked me. "Tell the truth now," he said with a foreboding look on his face.. "Or else," he continued and then grinned at me.

"Or else, what?" I asked trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Or else, I'll take you over my knee and spank you, for lying to a police officer," he rumbled.

"As fun as that might be for you," I said to him with a smirk on my face., and a twinkle in my eye. "I think it more likely that you'd wind up over my knee, and loving every second of it. Don't you recall what happened, while you were hypnotized, Andy?" I asked him, and smiled. I was going to enjoy the next few minutes, immeasurably.

Andrew froze for a few seconds as the suppressed memories came flashing back into his mind. He looked over at me and chuckled softly, for a few moments.

"Well, that explains that, I guess," he said. "You really are good at this." He looked at me with a gleam in his eye, and a his smile melted into an expression of awe as he realized just what had happened so far tonight. "I never thought you'd be able to do it, though. I've tried hypnosis with therapists and doctors, but none of them was able to achieve anything like the depth that you achieved tonight. How did you do it?"

I looked at him and thought carefully about how to answer that question. Should I lie to him, or should I tell him what I thought the explanation was? The truth might scare him away, and I didn't want that. But, I'd always been truthful with my subjects in the past and now was not the time to change that. I steeled myself and took a deep breath.

"I'm no expert, mind you," I began as Andrew paid close attention. "But I think it comes down to trust. You trust me more than you did those other people, and I have an idea as to why that may be. Tell me, Andy, are you still in the closet, as I am?"

"Yes," he answered. "What does that have to do with it?"

"Come on, Andy," I teased him. "Think about it for a minute."

"I don't see where you are going with this," he said after a few moments thought.

"I already know that you are gay, so you don't have to worry about me accidentally finding this out about you," I said to him. "With those other people you did have to worry about that, and so you couldn't really let your guard down and trust them enough to help you achieve a deep level of hypnosis. You don't have that problem with me. You can trust me."

"When you put it that way, it seems to make sense," he agreed.

"Well, from tonight's session I would say that you are a very good subject and we can have a lot of fun. That is, if you want to," I said and winked at him.

"Oh, such as?" He said sitting up straight and tall, and crossing his arms defiantly in front of his chest, daring me to do something.

I quickly took up the gauntlet. "Purple fuzzy bunny slippers, Andy," I said to him.

Andrew blinked a few times and then his eyes closed and his head nodded forward. There was just the faintest suggestion of a smile on his lips, and he sat there, and started to nod his head slowly a sure sign that he was slipping down even deeper than before. I was going to say something to him about going even deeper but he was already taking care of that it seemed. His upper body was starting to sway just a bit as he continued to drift off.

"Attention!" I yelled out at him.

Andrew jumped to his feet and immediately assumed the position with his body erect and ramrod straight, eyes open and facing the front, arms at his sides and heels together. All trace of peace and calm was gone. He looked confused and bewildered.

"Constable Anderson, you are out of uniform!" I yelled up at him.

"Yes, Corporal! Sorry, Corporal!" he barked back at me automatically. His years of RCMP training and discipline were causing him to react without really thinking. He was responding to a voice of authority in an almost instinctive manner. Now you know why I love hypnotizing soldiers. They are already conditioned to respond to authority. But enough about that.

I shifted my position on the sofa so that I was sitting more in the center of it. "I expect better from a man with your experience, Anderson!" I yelled at him, using my best drill sergeant's voice. "Perhaps a little corporal punishment will help you to remember! Turn around and drape your backside across my lap. This is one lesson you're not going to forget!"

"Yes Corporal!" Andrew replied immediately. Smartly he spun around and looked down at me. Without blinking an eye he climbed onto the sofa and draped his body, (oh that sexy hunk of a body of his) so that his ass was positioned across my lap. "Ready, sir!" he called out while lying at attention, with his arms held stiffly at his sides and steeled himself for the pain.

I gently tapped his buttocks a couple of times, and then reached over, slipped my hands under the tails of his scarlet tunic and started to move my hands in slow even smooth circles on Andy's buttocks. Andy's uniform pants were warm and soft to the touch. They were smooth on the back without any indication of pockets. I had expected such, though. (How did I know that? Let's just say that I did my homework.) "Feeling good and going deeper, Andy," I said to him, in smooth and soothing tones. "Going deeper and relaxing more with each circle of my hands on your ass, Andy."

"Corporal???" He asked, puzzled. Moments later his entire body when limp as my hands completed a few circles on his ass. "Yes, Corporal. Going deeper, Corporal." He muttered contentedly. "Feels so nice, so good."

I massaged his buttocks for a few more minutes and then counted him back out. Slowly he opened his eyes, and carefully rolled over to look up at me.

"WOW!" He said, and then took notice of his position. "I've never met a Corporal like YOU before. Wish I'd had one back in my cadet days. It would have made learning the ropes a lot more fun." He grinned at me and slowly got up.

"Glad you liked it," I said to him. "I think that's all for tonight though."

"Why? It's early yet," Andrew complained. He glanced at the wall clock.. "It's not even 11 PM. Surely we can do a bit more, can't we? Hypnosis, I mean," he added hastily.

"I think not," I said quietly. "It's best not to go at this too fast. We've got lots of time, and there will be other nights, I'm sure."

"What's wrong with having a little harmless fun while we have the chance, Paul?" Andrew asked in confusion.

I looked at Andrew as he stood there in front of me waiting for an answer and I realized that I didn't have an answer for him, at least not one that I really wanted to tell him. How could I tell him that I was lonely, and had been for many long months since Bert Pope and I had gone our separate ways? How could I possibly make him understand how badly I wanted to hold a man in my arms, again? Was there any way he could begin to even dimly comprehend how tired I was of waiting and of searching to find the right man to share my life with? I was in lust, pure and simple. I lusted after Andrew and his fantastic body. I felt a yearning, almost a demand, to have Andrew hold me in his arms. I knew I wasn't in love with him. Maybe in time I might come to love him, but right now all I could think about was how wonderful it would be to have him hold me, and to feel safe and secure in those strong arms of his. I could feel myself starting to flounder in a swimming pool of emotions. This wasn't like me, though. I didn't normally lose control of my feelings like this. I was always the one in control, and now I felt out of control. I looked up at him silently. He looked down at me in puzzlement. Neither of us said a word. We just stared at each other in silence.

Once again, as I had so many times in the past few months, I got hold of myself. I swallowed a few times, and spoke. "I'm trying to control my raging lust for you, Andy. You are a fantastic looking man, and right now all I want is to have you hold me in your arms." Sometimes all you can do is to tell the truth, (well some of it anyway,) and see what happens.

"So you think that if we do any more hypnosis tonight, that something serious will happen?" Andrew asked me.

"Yes, I do," I answered him. "I think that I might try to take advantage of you. I'd rather not tempt myself with the possibilities."

Andrew looked at me and shook his head slowly and sadly before he spoke, in those wonderful honey smooth tenor tones of his. "As much as I am enjoying this hypnosis with you, Paul, rest assured that nothing serious is gong to happen tonight. I'm not interested in a one night stand, and I'm not easy." He smiled at me to take the sting out of his words as he continued. "Besides, I'm sure I could hold you off, if I had to."

"I'm sure you could," I agreed, with a faint smile. "You've certainly got the build for it. Listen I could really use a cup of tea right now. Would you mind waiting while I go and make it?"