The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

Dallas blinked his eyes several times as he came to his senses. He bolted upright. Well, that is he tried to bolt upright. Since he was still hog-tied it was rather difficult for him to move. "What the hell?" He cried out in surprise as he discovered that he was unable to get up. "What the bloody hell is going on?" He exclaimed as he looked up at me and then looked about the room in confusion. He spied Cody and Justin sitting on the sofa. "Wait just a doggone minute!" He whooped as the memories of the past few minutes flooded back into his mind. "I remember now! You hypnotized me into thinking I was a calf, and got Justin to tie me up like this!" Dallas kept alternating his glances between Justin and myself as he talked. After a few moments he started to calm down and gazed up at me with a slight smile on his lips.

"You're pretty good. I have to admit that," he said to me as he shook his head in silent amazement. "I never thought you'd have been able to get me to agree to do something like this. If it's all the same to you, how about letting me up now? I'm starting to become uncomfortable like this." There was a slight tone of pleading in Dallas's voice as he lay there and asked me for help.

I knelt down beside Dallas, near his head. I was to Dallas's left, which meant that the left side of Dallas's body was beside me and that I would have to reach across him to reach the right side of his body.

"Pretty soon, but not just yet," I told him smiling my most benevolent smile at him. "I want to reward you first for being such a good calf. So, this one time, when I next put my fingers on your forehead, you will slip back into your trance, and your eyes will close. When I remove my fingers from your forehead you will open your eyes and you will see me as the most desirable woman of your dreams or fantasies, whatever they may be. You will be so smitten with this woman of your dreams and fantasies that you'll find yourself unable to say 'no' to her. Whatever she asks you to do, will seem reasonable, because you don't want to disappoint her. Now, be a good little cowboy and nod your head when you understand." I knew that Dallas, like Cody and Justin earlier, was still in a highly suggestible and susceptible state. My suggestions would be accepted by his subconscious mind and would come into play just as I wanted them to. With ordinary hypnosis this would not be the case, but super-hypnosis has the unusual side effect of causing suggestions to be readily accepted by the subconscious mind.

"You've got to be kidding," Dallas said to me, looking at me as if I were a few bricks short of a full load. I smirked in satisfaction as he nodded his head up and down, while not even realizing that he was doing so. I waited a few seconds before I touched the fingers of my right hand to his forehead. Dallas's eyes closed gently, and he let out a long soft sigh as his entire body relaxed. I kept pressing down on his forehead for about thirty seconds, not because I had to, but because it was so pleasing to be kneeling beside this hog-tied yet totally relaxed cowboy. I withdrew my fingers from Dallas's forehead and waited for the fun to begin.

Dallas opened his eyes and blinked them several times as he tried to focus on me. "Sheila? Is that really you?" He muttered, his face seemingly frozen in awe. "Can it be? Can it really be you after all this time?"

"Yes, Dallas, it's really me," I answered him quietly. "How are you doing, stud?"

"Me? I'm okay, I guess," Dallas answered absently. "I'm just so glad that you're finally here." His voice cracked at the last word and a sob escaped him. He turned away from me, rolling on to his right side, and his entire frame shuddered a few times. I didn't have to be an expert to guess that he was, for some unknown reason, on the verge of tears and trying his best not to show them. This was a most unexpected development. I had thought he would be all goggle-eyed and panting with excitement.

"Dallas, my dear, what's wrong?" I asked him softly, and refrained from touching him. There was a problem of some type here and I needed to find out what it was before I could go any further.

"It's not right," he sobbed quietly in a shattered voice, some how keeping the tears from spilling out of his eyes. "I never wanted you to see me like this, so so helpless. I know you like your men strong and brave and here I am tied up like a lamb to be lead to the slaughter. It's so unmanly so degrading .so humiliating.." His sobbing continued as his humiliation and shame caused his face to turn bright red.

"Silly cowboy," I chided him. "You sure went deeper than I thought you would."

"What? What do you mean?" Dallas asked puzzled, as he rolled onto his back and looked at me. Clearly he did not know what Sheila (I) was referring to. The flush on his face slowly started to fade.

"Well, I hypnotized you when you came over here, silly. How else do you think I managed to tie you up like this?" I batted my eyes at him. "Sure I like strong men, but what I like more is to make them helpless and at my mercy."

"You do?" Dallas asked amazed. "Then then this is okay with you?" The relief on his face was profound as he came to realize that his predicament was exactly what his dream woman wanted of him.

"Yes, my big strong hunk of a cowboy. It is exactly what I want," I assured him. "You can't get free can you?" I asked him.

"Nope," Dallas assured me after a brief and only half-hearted struggle against his bonds. He grinned at me as he started to relax and really enjoy the situation. "I'm bound and at your mercy fer sure."

"Good. Now being as this is our first time we'll do something simple and easy," I informed him as I pitched my voice into a smooth and mellow tone. "While I have you tied up like that I'm going to make you cum all over your jeans and your shirt. Dallas my dear cowboy, anytime I touch any part of your body clothed or not, you are going to feel yourself getting more and more turned on."

"Cum on my clothes, Sheila?" Dallas asked in a confused voice. He could not seem to comprehend what was being told to him.

"It's what I want you to do, Dallas," I assured him.

"Oh, I guess it's okay then," he agreed readily, his objections gone as if a switch had been flipped in his mind. (That was probably a good analogy, come to think of it.)

"How's this?" I asked him as I moved my fingertips across his chest in a line from the left side of his body to the right side. The line was just above the top of the patch pockets on his royal blue cowboy shirt.

"Ohhhhh..yyyyeeeeeesssss" Dallas hissed as bolts of erotic pleasure crashed into his brain. He sighed lustily as he savored the sensations. I moved my hands over that handsome face, and planted a few soft kisses on his forehead and his cheeks. It was too much of a temptation for me to resist. I just had to feel Dallas's skin on my lips. At least I refrained from kissing him full on the lips. I knew that he would have enjoyed that, but I also knew that could lead to serious trouble. The man was as straight as an arrow, and I wasn't going to compromise that, no matter how badly I might want to kiss him. Actually, all I had to do was think of Andy, an the desire to kiss Dallas full on the lips faded very quickly. Well there was that, as well as the rather uncomfortable five o'clock shadow that was covering Dallas's face. I glanced at my watch and noted that it was 9:30 PM. Is it any wonder Dallas's face was getting a bit scruffy? I let my hands explore every inch of the skin on Dallas's face, as well as his neck (around the lasso), and the upper part of his shoulders. I decided not to undo any of the buttons of his shirt. I would leave that pleasure for later, but not too much later. Dallas moaned and groaned softly as he bathed in the pleasures of the moment.

"As my fingers travel over your nipples, Dallas, they will get harder and harder," I prompted him. I followed actions to words, and let my hands drift down past the upper region of Dallas's chest. Dallas let out a loud moan as my hands move over his nipples in slow smooth circles and then drifted down to his stomach area. Dallas had wonderful abdominal muscles from what I could feel. There wasn't any indication of fat or flab in that area.

"Oh God, my cock!" Dallas howled. "It's getting hard! I can feel it pushing against my jeans. Oh God!"

"And you just love that feeling don't you Dallas?" I needled him.

"OH God! YES! YES I DO!" Dallas cried out as his body shook with joy. "Please more?"

I moved my hands around Dallas's stomach area for a minute or so while my eyes began to search the area around Dallas's fly looking for that emerging monster of his. It wasn't' hard to spot the growing bulge in his jeans. Before my eyes I saw it get larger and larger like some snake moving just below the surface of the ground.

"You will shoot your load only when I tell you to, Dallas," I cautioned him. I didn't want any premature eruptions ruining my plans. I looked that that slowly growing monster and I was sorely tempted to start fondling it immediately. I realized though, that if I did that I'd have to have Justin untie Dallas very soon. I couldn't very well let Dallas remained tied up when he came. He would be sure to hurt himself if he came while still hog-tied. On the other hand I still wanted to get a good look at Dallas's butt while he was hog-tied. So letting out a sincere sigh of regret, I move my hands over to Dallas's left side and away from his pulsating prick.

"Roll over on your right side, Dallas," I directed him.

"Yes.uhhhh ma'am" Dallas responded between moans. Slowly he rolled his body over onto his right side. I dashed down towards his butt, as fast as my hands and knees would carry me. I sighed with undisguised delight at the view those jeans tightly pulled across Dallas's buttocks. I could not stop my hands from flying towards those denim wrapped mounds of manly flesh. (Yeah, like I even tried to stop myself? Get real!) I grabbed and squeezed and kneaded Dallas's big fleshy butt for all I was worth. My fingers really did some walking, if you know what I mean. Of course I wasn't able to explore in between Dallas's butt cheeks very well. The tight denim material acted like Hover Dam, keeping my probing digits out. I really didn't want to go there, though. I wasn't going to screw Dallas after all, just mess up his clothes a bit.

For Dallas I think it must have been a deeply moving and profound and religious experience. He kept crying out, "Oh my God!" Over and over again. (I knew I'd never be able to think that with a straight face.) Dallas had been excited and turned on before, but my fervent attention to his ass was giving him a pleasure overload. His body was jerking and squirming with delight as I kept at his ass with my hands, moving them around and over his ass heading for the erogenous zones of his inner thighs. I looked up and back at Dallas, and my heart skipped a beat. A dagger of fear stabbed through me. I lost my desire like a campfire doused by a pail of water.

"Justin, get over here and untie Dallas now!" I cried out, as I pulled my hands away from Dallas's butt. The lasso was already snug about Dallas's neck and it would soon choke him if it wasn't removed promptly. I shuddered as I realized just how close I'd come to hurting Dallas, however inadvertently.

"Dallas, your body is now frozen! You cannot move!" I cried out to him. I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw Dallas's body stiffen instantly. He would not be able to pull the lasso any tighter about his neck, now. I mentally kicked myself for forgetting such an obvious danger. While I had acted in time, it was still a near thing. I promised myself to be much more careful in the future. Light bondage such as this was fun, but even it had its dangers.

"Right away, sir!" Justin replied as he launched himself up off the sofa and scurried over to where Dallas was. Justin was quick and efficient. He bent down over Dallas and quickly got to work on untying his legs.

"Dallas, as soon as your limbs are untied, they will no longer be frozen. When the rope has been removed from around your neck, your entire body will unfreeze," I instructed Dallas and then waited. Justin was standing only a few inches away from me, bent over while he worked on freeing Dallas from the rope. Those snug jeans of his were now pulled tight as he removed Dallas's bonds. Unfortunately I could not see Justin's butt since he was facing me. I did manage to get a nice view of the front of his jeans though. It wasn't as entrancing as a view of his ass would have been, but it was rather nice all the same. With Dallas's legs now free they relaxed and stretched down away from the rest of Dallas's body. Quickly Justin moved on to uncoiling the rope from about Dallas's wrists, which took only a few moments. Released from their unnatural confinement, Dallas's relaxed arms flopped down and over to Dallas's right side. Loosing no time whatsoever, Justin loosened the lasso from about Dallas's neck and then gently slipped it off from around his head. I breathed several deep sighs of relief as Justin stood up, holding the rope and looking at me.

"All done, sir," he said simply and grinned down at me.

"Good job. Now coil up the lasso and carry it with you as you head back to the sofa and wait for further orders," I said as I congratulated him.

"Yes, sir," Justin replied as he gathered up the lasso, and trotted back to the sofa. I took in a quick eyeful of his ass he headed off to the sofa. I let out a soft sigh of delight. Well, enough of that, I had Dallas waiting for me.

"Dallas are you okay? Are you hurt at all?" I asked him, worried that I might have been too late in my actions.

"No, Sheila. I'm fine," Dallas assured me. "It's a good thing you removed that lasso when you did though. It was starting to choke me."

"I'm glad to hear that you're okay, Dallas," I said as I moved next to Dallas, ready to continue my fun with him. I looked over towards the sofa and was pleased to see that Justin had returned to sitting on the sofa and was staring off into space again, the lasso held loosely in his hands, forgotten for the moment.

"Dang it! Dallas suddenly yelled out, diverting my attention back to him. I was surprised to see a frown on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" I asked him as my worry surfaced again.

"It's not that!" He cried out exasperatedly "I'm starting to go soft now!"

"I think I can correct that situation," I said cheerily as I slapped my hands onto his buttocks and started kneading them again.

"SWEET JESUS!" Dallas yelled out. Any further words were lost in the grunts groans and moans that started pouring out of Dallas's mouth as I squeezed and grabbed, caressed and covered that glorious backside of Dallas's with both of my hands. It took me only a minute or so to bring Dallas back to that state of excitement where he was starting to rock his body back and forth slightly. I slipped my hands down past Dallas's butt and in between his legs, right at his crotch. I moved and stroked the inside of Dallas's thighs which wasn't easy because his left leg was still lying on top of his right leg, as Dallas lay there on his right side, rocking his body back and forth slowly with the rhythms of his rapture. Dallas was not helping matters any by squeezing his legs and thighs tightly on my hands and fingers. (Gee, do you think that maybe he liked what I was doing to him, and didn't want me to stop? Naw, that couldn't be. Could it? Yes, at times like this, I DO love my 'job'.)

"CHRIST! I"M SO FUCKING CLOSE!!!!" Dallas shouted out loud, not carrying who might hear him, or that he might deafen me in the process. Still it was nothing more than a minor annoyance, considering the pleasure and joy I was obtaining from this most delightful of situations. Regretfully, I withdrew my hands from in between Dallas's legs. Or at least I tried to. Unfortunately, I could not pull my hands and fingers out from in between Dallas's legs. He was clamping down on them too tightly for me to pull them out.

"Dallas, roll onto your back, and show me that big monster of yours," I commanded him.

"Yes, Sheila," he responded as he moved his legs slightly apart and started to roll over to his left. As soon as the pressure eased, with the parting of Dallas's legs, I withdrew my hands and fingers from between his legs. I moved out of the way as Dallas rolled onto his back and started to move his hands towards the front of his jeans. He began to fumble with his belt buckle, and for a moment I thought he was going to undo it. I was mistaken though. He was merely reaching up behind it to grab the tab on the zipper of his jeans. Dallas gave a strong yank on his zipper as he pulled it open with one smooth fluid motion. His hands dove inside his open zipper searching blindly for his vastly enlarged penis. He seemed to be having trouble finding his cock, as puzzling as that may have sounded. His hands moved about his white cotton briefs looking for the opening in them, that should have been there. He wiggled about and eventually located his cock with his fingers. He struggled for a moment to work it out from its confinement behind his jeans. At last it popped out in all it's glory, long hard and stiff, hardly waving about at all.

"Gently grab hold of your cock, Dallas, and point it towards your stomach," I directed him. A part of me wanted to hold that monster of his in place for Dallas, but I remembered my promise to Andy, and knew that I couldn't live with myself if I were to break my word to him. I briefly recalled how I had touched the cocks of these cowboys earlier in the evening. It had been only one or two fingers on the top of the shaft of the cocks, but I knew that I would still have to talk with Andy about it. I didn't want to keep any secrets from him, even something as small as that.

Dallas nodded his head as he wrapped his hands around that long throbbing member of his and pushed it back and up towards his stomach. He was moaning and groaning prohibited him from verbally acknowledging my instructions. A shudder passed through his body as he lay there on the edge of his release.

"Say the sentence, 'I am a fucking jerk of a cowboy', and you'll shoot your load, Dallas," I told him. I decided that injecting a little truth into the situation would be appropriate at this time.

"I AM A FUCKING JERK OF A COWBOY!!!!!!" Dallas screamed out to the high heavens as he released his load, and thrust himself up and off of the floor, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward. It was a most impressive sight, I had to admit. The way his cum shot out and landed just below the second button of his cowboy shirt was remarkable. He had managed to shoot over and beyond that huge belt buckle of his, and to let that white sticky liquid of his form a small pool in roughly the center of his cowboy shirt. Dallas relaxed and then shot a second load out from his still hard and throbbing cock. Again his body arched up off of the floor with the force of his release,. This load of white did not become airborne though. It merely oozed out from the slit of his cock and flowed down across Dallas's hands. He hung there with his weight only on his heels and his shoulders as his body remained suspended in the air for what seemed like minutes. Actually the time was much shorted than that, I later realized. I was just so amazed at the force of his release that time seemed to stop for a short while as I gawked at Dallas lying there on the living room floor.

Dallas's muscles relaxed, and he collapsed back onto the living room floor. He didn't seem any worse off for the experience. The look of utter bliss and contentment on his face was testimony to that. His cock had deflated like a punctured tie.