The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Good boy, Dallas," I congratulated him. "Now take your hands and fingers and spread that lovely cum of yours all over your shirt and the front of your jeans. As you do that, you'll feel even better. Keep your eyes open as you do that, so that you'll enjoy it more."

"Yes, Sheila," he said as he opened his eyes and looked down at himself. He moved his hands towards the small pool of cum on his cowboy shirt and gingerly touched it with his fingers. His smile grew larger and he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as he started to spread his cum around his shirt. "It's so warm and sticky," he observed. "I never knew it would feel so good to do this."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, Dallas," I said to him. "Now when all your cum has dried and you can't spread it around any more, you can put your cock back inside your jeans and do them up. Afterwords you can go take a seat on the sofa and return to your normal hypnotic trance. When you sit down on the sofa, you will no longer see me as Sheila. You will see everyone for who they really are, and everything for what it really is, but you won't care about anything. You wont' even care about what you've just done. When you understand your instructions, bark once."

"Woof," Dallas called out a second or two after I finished speaking. I left him there to finish his task as I stood up and walked over to the sofa. I had two more rodeo events to attend.

'Justin and Cody stand up now and look at me," I directed to the two cowboy zombies who had remained motionless and oblivious during Dallas's erotic adventures.

"Yes, sir. Yes, boss," they responded as they stood up and looked at me, still smiling.

"Cody, take the lasso from Justin's hands and put it around Justin's chest, but under his arms," I instructed Cody. "Justin you help out Cody with that. Oh, and Justin, remove your hat first and toss it on the sofa. You won't be needing it for this."

"Yes, sir," Justin said as he handed the lasso over to Cody. Justin plucked his hat from his head and tossed the hat onto the sofa. He held his arms out in front of him to make it easier for Cody to slip the lasso around him.

"Done, boss," Cody said as he finished placing the lasso about Justin's torso, at the level of Justin's armpits.

"Good, Cody. Now wrap the remaining rope of the lasso about Justin's middle until you have only a little bit left to grab hold of," I told him.

"Yes, boss," Cody said as he proceeded to carry out my instructions. Justin meanwhile stood there looking puzzled at Cody's actions. Justin wasn't concerned just puzzled.

"Done, boss," Cody said as he completed his task.

"Fine," I said to him. "Cody, you're a bull rider right?" I asked him.

"Yes, boss, I am," he confirmed as he answered my question.

"Excellent," I said to him and smiled. " This one time, when I snap my fingers Justin will be the bull and you will be trying to ride him for the full eight seconds. Get down on all fours, Justin," I directed.

"Yes, sir," Justin replied reluctantly. "I don't feel like a bull, though, sir." Nevertheless he dropped down onto his hands and knees. Cody took the cue and climbed aboard Justin, setting himself on top of the bull, just as he would have done on a real bull.

"Cody, be sure not to put much weight on Justin the bull. I do not want you hurting him. And as you, Justin the bull, you may try to buck Cody off of your back, but you will not try to spin around rapidly or try to roll him off of your back. Is that understood by both of your?" I asked as I finished my instructions to these cowboys.

"Yes, boss. Yes, sir," they replied. I held up my right hand, being sure that they could both see it, and placed my right middle finger next to my thumb as I prepared to snap my fingers.

SNAP!

Despite his misgivings and doubts, Justin proved to be an outstanding bull. He bucked and wiggled and moved around trying to dislodge Cody from his back. His bucking involved a slight bit of cheating on his part, though. Justin's idea of bucking was to raise his body up from his knees and onto the toes of his boots. Cody, was taken by surprise at first and nearly let go of the short length of rope he had gripped in his right hand. He quickly recovered and rode that bull for all he was worth. The ride lasted somewhat longer than eight seconds, though, and the fault is mine. I was so enthralled at watching Cody ride Justin that I didn't want the ride to end. It was with sincere reluctance that I called out the word TIME to end the ride.

Cody dismounted from Justin like the professional bull rider that he was. As he headed over to me to find out what his score was for that ride. I called out to Justin, who was still moving about the apartment. "Freeze Justin! You are no longer a bull. You are yourself but still deeply hypnotized. Stand up and remove the lasso, then wait for further instructions."

"Yes, sir," Justin replied as he slowly got to his feet, and wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his right hand. He looked down at his chest and slowly started to unwrap the rope that was coiled about him.

"So how'd I do, judge?" Cody asked me as he stood before me grinning an I'm-the-best-in-the-west smile.

"You got an 85, Cody," I said to him. His grin got bigger and he raised both his arms up in a salute to victory. "But you need to take a nap now," I continued as I touched his forehead with my fingers.

"What, boss?" Cody asked puzzled at my statement. "I'm not the least bit tir.." His words cut off in mid-syllable as he slipped back into his trance.

God, I was having one hell of a good time with these readily suggestible cowboys. It was such a relief being able to have them slip back under using whatever suggestion I wanted, whenever I wanted. Just talking them back into hypnosis by telling them that is what would happen was so enjoyable, it was almost sinful. But I didn't have time to dwell on that. I had Justin to attend to, and when I was done with him, Cody.

"Go and sit back on the sofa and star off into space, like the happy little cowboy you are, Cody," I told him. "Be sure not to sit on Justin's hat," I cautioned him.

Cody opened his eyes and looked at me. "Yes, boss. Sit on the sofa and stare off into space like the happy little cowboy I am," he agreed joyfully as he turned around and headed off to the sofa. Cody sat down next to Dallas who was sitting on the far left end of the sofa. I had not noticed when Dallas had returned to the sofa. I had been too intent on Cody and Justin's performance. Unfortunately Dallas was too far away from me for me to see clearly just how much of his jeans and shirt he had stained with his semen. Of course the fact that he was wearing dark blue jeans and a royal blue cowboy shirt only made it that much more difficult to determine the extent of the stains. Enough of that. I turned my gaze and attention back to Justin.

Justin was standing there looking at me, the lasso coiled up and held in his right hand. He had a slight smile on his face, and seemed completely relaxed and at ease as if pretending to be a bull and being ridden by another cowboy was an everyday event for him. For all I knew, it just might be. (I made a mental note to do some research on the World Wide Web about "cowboy bondage". You never knew what you might find.)

"Put the lasso on the dinning room table and then go and stand up against the living room wall. Pick out a clear area that doesn't have any pictures or other wall hanging," I directed Justin as I looked at him.

"Yes, sir," he replied calmly as he turned about and walked over to the dinning room table. I stood where I was and enjoyed the sight of Justin walking about the room. He was a good looking man, with an attractive body, and it would have been a shame indeed not to spend a little time appreciating such a fine physical specimen. (Okay, I admit it. I ogled Justin as he walked around. I wanted to have a little fun too, after all.) Moments later Justin returned to the living room and walked over to a clear area of one of the living room walls. He stood in front of the wall, turned about smartly and stood there waiting patiently. He seemed totally indifferent to what might happen to him next. It was both exciting and titillating. No matter how many time I see it, I am still aroused by the sight of a good looking hypnotized man standing there looking at me with a small smile on his face as he awaits his next order from me. In this case, though, it was extra special because Justin was one of three men who had attempted to hurt me earlier this evening. It was knowing that just a tiny little pinch of revenge was being added to this situation that made it all the more sweet.

"Well done, Justin," I praised him. "How are you feeling?"

"Thank you sir. I feel very good sir," he answered. "I like doing what you tell me to do, sir."

"I'm glad," I said to him as walked up to him and stood just in front of him. I placed my hands on his chest, on that white cowboy shirt of his and moved them around until the palms of my hands were directly over the nipples on his chest."What? What are you doing, sir?" Justin asked looking confused and bit concerned at my unexpected physical contact with his body.

"I'm getting you sexually aroused, Justin," I told him simply.

"Sir? I'm sorry sir, but that's not true," Justin said to me and gulped nervously at me, as he looked me in the eye. He seemed just a touch scared at what I was suggesting to him. "I'm not feeling uh excited by you at all, sir. I'm not gay, sir. Frankly, sir, I find your touching me like this is making me feel very uncomfortable, and I wish you would stop it."

"Really?" I said to him. It was more of a statement than a question. "The amazing thing about hypnosis with me is that as soon as I tell you something it starts to become true," I continued completely ignoring his earlier comments and protests. "For example, right now you are finding the pressure of my hands on your nipples is starting to turn you on more and more. It is a simple physical reaction that you can't control. It becomes more and more intense, more and more pleasurable for you, as I start to move my hands about your nipples in slow smooth circles." I so enjoyed the feeling of the thin white cotton material of that cowboy shirt beneath my fingertips and palms. It was so easy to feel the firmness of the muscles on Justin's chest. I thought about ripping that shirt off of Justin, or maybe just undoing a few buttons to get a good long look at his chest, but I restrained myself. I had a specific plan in mind for this evening, and I didn't have time for any side trips.

"You're hands on my nipples is going to turn me on, sir?" Justin asked completely confused now. Such an idea did not make any sense to him, and he visibly fought the suggestion. It was but a token resistance at best. A shudder passed through Justin's body after a few more circles of my palms on his pectoral muscles and the nipples thereon. "Oh, sir! You're hands on my nipples? Oh, sir! It it feels so good, sir!" Justin cried out softly, with surprise.

"I'll bet you'd like me to move my hands all over your chest and stomach wouldn't you, Justin?" I asked him. It was more of an order than a question though. "When you want me to do that, to move my hands all over your chest and stomach, but stay above your belt, you just let me know, Justin."

"Your hands on my nipples, sir!" Justin cried out in that same soft voice, as he closed his eyes in sensuous pleasure. "I never imagined another man's hands on my body would feel so good. Why is that, sir?" He asked me as a small moan escaped his lips.

I was surprised at his question. I was surprised that he was able to ask any coherent question at all. He must not have been as aroused as I'd hoped he would be by this stage. I thought about his question for a moment as I continued to move my hands in slow smooth circles about his nipples. Something about the situation didn't seem quit right to Justin, and he was voicing his doubts about that to me.

"In hypnosis, my hypnosis of you, strange and wonderful things are possible, Justin," I answered him carefully. "I know where the erogenous zones on a man's body are. After all, who would know that better than another man? My hypnosis is making those zones more sensitive to my touch, thus you feel yourself starting to be come sexually aroused and turned on. The fact that is it another man touching you is not relevant. Anyone's touch right now would turn you on. It's a normal physical reaction, because my hypnosis of you has made you more aware of the erogenous zones of your body."

"There that explanation, should satisfy him," I thought to myself. "There is just enough truth in it that it sounds sensible."

"Oh, I see." Justin said as a sudden moan cut off his words. He moaned several more times as he began the inevitable surrender to the pleasure that was beating its way into his brain. "Would you mind touching the rest of me like you said you would, sir?" Justin finally asked me.

In answer I let my hands travel and explore the rest of Justin's chest and stomach. I even brushed my right hand against Justin's belt and pressed down on it firmly a few times. Justin's answer was more moans and few groans of unbridled delight as he savored the sensations of my hands exploring his chest and stomach. Putting my hands on automatic for a few moments I stole a glance down to the front of Justin's jeans. I was more than pleased to see that there was a significant case of tented trousers (or I should say dented denim?) developing.

"Doesn't that feel nice, Justin?" I asked him.

"Oh yes sir. It does indeed sir," Justin quavered as he forced out the words in between moans that tumbled out of his mouth as his body quivered with joy.

"I never go where I'm not invited, Justin," I said to him, in a soothing mellow voice. "And that includes my hands. If you want me to do more, you need only ask me or show me where you want me to go," I prompted him. My hands continued to explore the area between Justin's belt and his jaw, while I waited for him to pick up on the not so subtle hint that I had given him. The caressing of Justin's upper torso continued, while he stood there and did nothing but moan. (Well, he did lean backward against the living room wall, but I'm not counting that.) I earnestly wanted to explore other areas of Justin's body, but I knew it would be more gratifying if Justin were to ask me or show me what he wanted me to do. I waited a bit longer, continuing my caressing of that slightly muscular rib cage and flat stomach of his. Soon however, I began to despair and wondered if I would have to hit him with a verbal two-by-four to get him to do what I secretly wanted him to do.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime or two, I saw Justin's arms slowly move as he brought his hands upward. Much to my surprise they did not stop at the level of his fly, crotch or his belt. Instead his hands continued to move upwards until they were just below and in front of the uppermost button of his cowboy shirt. I watch with some dismay as his fingered fumbled their way to undoing that first button of his shirt. I kept my mouth shut as Justin's hands slowly traveled down to the next button of his white cowboy shirt and undid that one too. I sighed with dejection as Justin proceeded to undo all the buttons of his cowboy shirt down to the waist of his jeans. Justin let his arms and hands dangle by his sides, as if that simple task had exhausted him. I had hoped for so much more. The only good result of Justin's action is that I could see a lot more of his naked chest as I moved my hands round on his shirt. He wasn't wearing an undershirt so I could clearly see the light sprinkling of dark chest hairs across his chest.

Suddenly Justin's hands flew to the open sides of his cowboy shirt. His hands clamped down on the open front sides of his cowboy shirt and he pulled the shirt open, pushing my hands off of his chest in the process. I blinked my eyes with surprised, but Justin's next words caused me to rock back on my heels in mild shock.

"Suck my nipples, sir! Please, sir, please!" Justin cried out to me, as he bared the targets to me.

What else could I do? He had invited me after all. Mind you, it was not the invitation I had hoped for. Still, it would have been rude of me to have refused such a gracious invitation, now wouldn't it? I planted my mouth onto Justin's right nipple like a hungry newborn seeking his momma's breast, while I wrapped my arms about Justin's chest. Not to say that I wasn't gentle. At first I only kissed his nipple and then let my tongue gradually explore that dark inviting surface. Justin moaned and quivered shamelessly. His breathing was rapid but shallow, as if he were afraid he would buck me off of his nipple if he breathed too deeply or vigorously. I played my tongue all over Justin's nipple for a good five minutes, while doing my best to ignore any chest hair that got sucked into my mouth. I paused for a moment before I tackled Justin's left nipple.

"I'm going to suck your left nipple now, Justin, and it will feel even better than when I sucked your right nipple," I told him. I didn't have to say that, but I was hoping that the increased pleasure would trigger the response in Justin that I wanted.

"CHRIST YES, SIR!" Justin screamed out, as he wiggled his body and pressed it up firmly against the living room wall. I took a deep breath and started my tongue lashing of Justin's left nipple. After only a few licks Justin started to move his entire body up and down while still leaning against the living room wall. He was not moving it back and forth as if he were pumping his hips, but up and down as if he were standing up on his toes and then dropping back down to his heels. I paused for a second and looked down to see that this was exactly what he was doing. It was surprising but it did not present any problems for me, as I had a good grip on Justin's chest with my arms.

"DON'T STOP! PLEASE, SIR, DON'T STOP!" Justin cried out, when I momentarily halted my attentions on his left nipple. I got back to work. Since I was pressed up next to Justin it was easy for me to recognize that Justin was becoming very stimulated and aroused by my attentions. His cock was getting larger and larger with each passing moment. It was digging into my left thigh as it pushed against the front of Justin's jeans. Soon it stopped getting any larger but it continued to remain hard and firm.

"Your cock seems to be saying that you like this, Justin," I said to him as I paused momentarily in my sucking of his left nipple.

"My cock is right, sir!" Justin agreed. "It knows best. It it" Justin's voice trailed off.

"It knows what, Justin?" I asked wondering why Justin had stopped talking.

"It wants something, sir," Justin said in a suddenly subdued voice, while a moan or two still crept out of his mouth. Justin paused for a few more breaths and few more moans before he continued speaking. "It's so I I just can't say it, sir. My my cock is so naughty. It it wants something naughty, sir," Justin finally managed to force the words out of his mouth.

"You can tell me, Justin," I said as I tried to reassure him. "It can't be anything that I haven't heard before. In fact when you tell me, you'll get even more excited and turned on." I was pushing Justin to tell me whatever it was that he seemed so reluctant to say. I didn't have time to draw the words out him slowly. I still had Cody to 'process', if you know what I mean.

"My cock, sir," Justin spoke in a sudden rush of words as his unwillingness to speak, crumbled at my commands. "My cock wants to be stroked by you, sir. My cock wants to feel those warm soft tender wonderful fingers of yours all over it." Justin blushed bright red as he finished speaking. He took a few breaths and moaned a few more times. Slowly he gathered the strength to speak again. "I've never asked another man to do that to me before, sir. I've never ever, not even in my wildest fantasies, wanted another man to put his hands on my cock, sir. Does this mean I'm gay now, sir?"