The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Ice cubes. Nothing but the ice cubes," Todd muttered as he blinked his eyes and focused them on the ice cubes again.

While Todd occupied himself with that, I got to work. I gather my super hypnosis mental powers and thrust out a simple command, at very low power, into Todd's mind. "Giggle once," I sent into his mind. Instantly Todd giggled, and then his face went blank again as he continued to watch the ice cubes. There didn't appear to be the slighted iota of resistance left in Todd. I slowly increased the strength of my mental probe as I attempted to scan his mind. His shield was gone. I had not broken through it, it had just disappeared. I thought about that for a few moments before I sent in any further commands. It seemed logical that if Todd's shield was a natural phenomena, it would be generated by distrust, caution, and suspicion of another person. With Todd relaxed as he was now, and getting more relaxed by the moment, his defenses would be down, and that would account quite nicely for the lowering of his mental shield. Of course I was guessing about all this. I would only know for sure if I were to touch Todd and to probe into his mind. I wasn't quite ready for that yet. I thought carefully for a second or three as I decided what commands to insert into Todd's mind. A cursory check on the compulsion field showed that it was still in place and as strong as ever. Excellent. It would make my mental commands even more effective.

"Each suggestion that Paul makes to you, takes effect as soon as you hear it," I thought carefully as I directed my powers into Todd's mind. I smiled in spite of myself, as I saw Todd's face go completely blank under the influence of my powers. I increased the power gradually pushing the thought deeper and deeper into his mind. Todd's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open into a silent "oh" of surprise as my simple command penetrated into the deeper levels of his mind. After about a minute I stopped sending out my command.

"Paul, what are you doing?" Andy asked me, interrupting the silence. I turned my head to look at him. His handsome face had lost its earlier expression of anger and fear. He was baffled as to what was going on. Quickly I placed the index finger of my right hand to my lips in the universal gesture to keep quiet. I turned my attention back to Todd.

"The relaxation starts spreading out from your torso to every muscle in your body now, as you go even deeper," I said to him, as I continued with the verbal induction. My words added even more suggestions for him to cope with. "The deeper you go the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper. Always feeling better. More and more relaxed and comfortable, as you go down deeper."

"Deeper, yes" Todd agree as the frozen look of surprise on his face faded away. He sighed softly and his face started to relax as the suggestions I gave him began to take effect in earnest.

"Body feeling so relaxed and comfortable, now," I urged him as I continued to speak softly and clearly. "Muscles so relaxed that your body starts to feel pleasantly heavy and comfortable. A warm pleasant heaviness that seems to become more profound with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take."

Todd's head nodded ever so slightly, but he didn't say anything nor offer any confirmation that he was feeling what I was telling him to feel. I smiled as I realized I would have to use a somewhat more literal approach with this man. "Every muscle in you arms and legs feeling so relaxed right now, that it almost seems as if the force of gravity has increased. You can feel it pulling on your arms and legs, making them feel heavier and heavier the longer you keep looking at the ice cubes," I suggested to him as I continued with the induction. "Yet it feels so good to keep looking at the ice cubes and to watch the light as it reflects of the surfaces of the cubes, that you find you can't stop looking at them."

I flicked a quick glance at Todd's arms and legs and notice that his arms were starting to droop slightly. His elbows were definitely hanging a bit lower than before, although his hands remained clasped together on his right knee. "In fact you discover now, that if you try to look away from the ice cubes you can't do it," I declared to him. "So go ahead and try! You'll find that the harder you try to look away from the ice cubes, the more you discover that you can't look away." I stopped speaking for a moment to watch the suggestion take effect.

A wonderful warm feeling passed though me as I watched Todd struggle to look away from the ice cubes. He turned his head to the left and then to the right, but he could not unlock his gaze from the ice cubes. A look of worry and concern started to paint his face as he discovered that what I told him was true.

"But it doesn't matter, though," I assured him as I assuaged his growing fears. "All that is important to keep looking at the ice cubes and to feel the waves of warm relaxation flow into your mind and over your body washing away any and all worries, concerns or cares that you might have. The longer you gaze upon the ice cubes the deeper you go. Going down, down, down. Deeper and deeper and deeper."

"Yes, deeper" Todd crooned as the worry on his face melted away. He blinked his eyes several times as he focused his attention fully on the ice cubes. "So niceso goodjust want to go deeper."

"Arms are so heavy and so relaxed now that if I were to snap my fingers, your fingers would unlace and your arms would drop down and hang limply by the side of your thighs," I said to Todd as I savored the sight of his blank expressionless face. He looked like he didn't have a thought in his head, except for his desire to keep looking at the ice cubes in the glass that I held. (Ah, yes these are the moments I live for! The moment when a subject is on the brink of surrender, even if the subject doesn't yet realize it.) "You'd feel yourself going even deeper then, and it would feel wonderful to have your arms resting by your thighs, wouldn't it?" I asked him.

Todd nodded his head absently as he agreed to my suggestions. (Like he had any choice in the matter? Get real!) Between the compulsion field and my direct commands into his mind, he was putty in my hands. I was going to enjoy playing with that putty, and molding it, just a little bit, before night was through.

"You want me to snap my fingers, don't you Todd?" I asked him (God, how I loved dragging out moments like this!)

"Uh, huh," Todd muttered softly, as if speaking words were beyond him.

"Please answer my questions clearly, Todd," I scolded him, letting a touch of anger creep into my voice.

"I'm sorry," Todd replied as he gulped in surprise at hearing the anger in my voice. "Yes, I would like you to snap your fingers. Please?" He said softly. He wasn't begging, just asking nicely. I granted him his request.

SNAP!

I focused my gaze on Todd's hands, and waited. I didn't see any sign of movement. I prepared to snap my fingers a second time, just in case Todd hadn't heard the first snap. Then my eyes caught a slight twitch of Todd's well manicured fingers. The fingers of both hands started to wiggle and they slowly unlaced themselves. Slowly Todd's hands pulled away from each other. When his hands had separated from each other, Todd's arms slid down off of his right leg and off to his sides. His arms hung there limply by his sides like the arms of a rag doll. Todd let out a loud sigh, bordering on a moan as his eyes opened wide for a moment and a huge grin broke out on his face. The grin quickly faded to a small smirk, and his eyes blinked a few times as he fought to focus them back on the ice cubes in the glass. 'Oh, yessssss" Todd hissed out loud as his head bobbed up and down a few times. "So nice deeper and deeper," he muttered. The room was so quiet that I had no trouble hearing him.

"With the next snap of my fingers, Todd, you'll uncross your legs and put your shoes flat on the floor. Once you do that every muscle in your legs will become completely relaxed and limp, causing you to go down even deeper into this wonderfully relaxed state," I instructed him as I got ready to this next part of the show.

"Yes, I understand," Todd said quietly, his eyes still fixed on the ice cubes in the glass.

SNAP!

Todd took a deep breath and let it out in a deep sigh. His lips curved in to a small smile. His right leg twitched, drawing my attention away from Todd's face. Slowly as if every moment required the utmost concentrate of will and attention, Todd dragged his right leg off of his left knee. Once clear of his left knee, his right leg slide down off of the right side of his left leg. His right shoe hit the floor with a small thump, and at a slight angle. Todd sat there for a second or two as if trying to remember what it was that he had to do next. Slowly he dragged his right shoe to the right a bit and placed it flat on the floor. Todd took a deep breath and held it briefly. As he exhaled his legs relaxed and spread apart, revealing the crotch of his suit pants. His double breast suit jacket was still done up, and he was leading back just enough in the chair to clearly show some of the fly of his pants. I couldn't make out any details, but that didn't deter from the nice sight Todd presented me.

"Well done, Todd," I congratulated him. "You're so deeply relaxed now, that you're slumping down into the chair even as I speak. You can't help but relax more and more, sliding down in the chair, just a bit, and enjoying yourself."

Todd responded immediately. He pressed his back into the chair and slid a bit forward and down, the smile on his face growing just a bit larger as he sighed contentedly.

"Even your eyes now, are so relaxed that you're having trouble keeping them open," I said to him as I relished what I knew was about to happen. "With each blink of your eyes, your eyelids get heavier and heavier. Soon, and very soon indeed, you'll be unable to open your eyes after you blink. And when that happens, you'll feel yourself letting go completely. When you can't open your eyes, because your eyelids are just too heavy, you will go down ten times deeper than you are now. So deep in fact, that your body will become completely and totally relaxed. You'll slide out of your chair as if someone had greased it, collapsing onto the floor in a totally relaxed and comfortable heap."

Todd nodded his head and smiled vacantly as he listened to my words. He blinked his eyes as he tried to keep his eyes focused on the ice cubes in the glass. Even before I had finished my instructions to him, I could see that they were taking effect. Todd's blinks became slow and determined. He was closing his eyes and then opening them a half a second later. It wasn't exactly blinking, but it still had the desired effect. I could see the struggle and effort Todd was putting in to opening his eyes. Todd's head started to drop down each time he closed his eyes, and when he would force open his eyes, his head would pop up again. The delay between the closing of his eyes and the forced opening slowly started to lengthen. I couldn't help but smile as I watched Todd's struggle to open his eyes just one more time, became more and more problematic. The slow falling and rising of his head as he continued his titanic struggle only fueled the fire of my satisfaction. I didn't need to say anything more. Todd was well on his way.

"Why are my eyes getting heavy?" Todd asked slowly, with pauses between the words. His voice was clear, steady and soft, although it was plain he was having difficulty in formulating the question much less asking it. I was slightly taken aback that he was even able to ask such a question. He should have been slipping quietly into a deep trance, but he was resisting. May it was the logical part of his lawyer's mind that demanded an explanation for everything.

"The light reflecting off of the ice cubes is getting stronger and brighter as the ice cubes melt," I advised him. "It's only natural that your eyes would start to feel strained and tired after gazing at the ice cubes as they melt." It was the most logical argument I could devise on such short notice.

"Ice so bright so hard to lookat," Todd muttered softly as he accepted the premise I had presented him.

"Want to keep looking but so bright so tired," Todd continued softly as he forced his eyes open yet again.

"The longer you look at the ice cubes, the deeper you go and the better you feel," I urged him as I kept up the stream of suggestions. "And the better you feel, the stronger the urge to keep on looking at the ice cubes. It's all that you care about right now. Looking at the slowly melting ice cubes, so that you can continue to keep on going down deeper and deeper. Feeling more and more relaxed, comfortable, safe and secure."

"Keep looking yes .deeper yes safe secure," Todd said with a sigh of contentment. Todd's eyes continued to open and close slowly as his head bobbed up and down slowly, to some silent rhythm of it's own.

"Down deeper and deeper and deeper," I insisted, adding only a hint of authority to the smooth tone of my voice. "For the deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better."

"Eyes so heavy," Todd breathed as he continued his efforts to keep his eyes open. "Ice bright eyes heavy." He was having trouble forming sentences, or so it seemed. Only disjointed words tumbled out of his mouth as if his mind were slowing down like a spring unwinding.

"Deeper and deeper, Todd, with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take," I said to him, as I piled on even more suggestions. I sat back and watched events unfold. Todd's eyes opened and closed more and more slowly as the minutes passed by. I heard him sigh several times. His mouth opened and closed slowly several times, reminding me of a fish breathing under water. It appeared as if he were trying to speak, but no sound emerged. Speaking seemed to entail too much of an effort for him now. His face was completely blank now, totally devoid of expression. His face was like a clean slate, and yet, he also looked at peace, as if he hadn't a care in the world. The aura of total calm and peacefulness that seemed to surround him almost made me envy Todd.

Todd's eyes closed heavily and his head slowly nodded down until his chin was touching his chest. "This is it!" I thought gleefully. Much to my surprise, nothing more happened for about a minute or so. Very slowly Todd's head started to rise back up. It was a deliberate and measured movement. His head rose until it was at the normal height, but his eyes remained closed. I looked closely and could see his eyelids jerk sharply as he tried to open them. He slowly inhaled, and held his breath for a moment, as he continued trying to open his eyes. A slight whooshing sound accompanied his sudden exhale, as his face and his body relaxed completely. Only a few seconds later Todd's body started to slowly slide out of the chair he was sitting in. This was what I had been waiting for. My enjoyment of the sight was helped by the fact that Todd's double breasted suit jacket was still buttoned, as this cause the front panels of the suit jacket to part in an inverted 'V' exposing more of the front of his suit pants to my eager gaze.

It was as if every skeletal muscle in Todd's body has turned to putty. Once he started to slide out of the chair he didn't stop. He slowly pushed his pelvis down and towards the front edge of the cushion of the chair, while at the same time he began to slouch lower and lower into the back of the chair. It was wonderful, and more than slightly erotic to see this older but still handsome man, thrusting his crotch and hips towards me while his head dropped lower and lower. At the same time his legs were folding on themselves, just like when a man swats down. I was a bit surprised to see that, as I had expected his legs to stretch out in front of Todd as the muscles in his body relaxed even more. It took me only a moment or so to realize that the reason for his legs folding on themselves was because he was trying to keep his feet flat on the floor as he relaxed even more. It was a most interesting and unexpected development. I wondered how he would resolve the difficulty he would soon encounter. Todd's arms remained in about the same position, except that his elbows were being pressed into the heavily padded armrests of the chair. Todd was using his arm and elbows to push himself down and out of the chair, even if he didn't realize it. A person can't actually slide out of a chair unless it has a hard back and bottom, and that person relaxes completely. This living room chair was heavily stuffed so when you sat in this chair you were surrounded by soft comfy padding, which made slipping out of the chair an impossibility.

Todd slid (actually he pushed himself) down and out of the chair a bit farther until his legs were bent at the knee, as far as they would go. His pelvis was jutting out just over the edged of the front of the chair cushion, and his suit pants were pushed up tight against his thighs and crotch. The lower front edge of his suit jacket had started to ride up a bit, as Todd slid down into the chair, exposing the front of Todd's pants to my avid gaze. It was a forgone conclusion that the back of Todd's suit jacket would be riding up even more, thus exposing Todd's backside. It was almost a pity that I couldn't see that wonderful sight, but the night was still young. Events might unfold to resolve that unfortunate shortcoming. Todd struggled for a few seconds as he tried to continue his slid down the chair, but try as he might he could go no further. The problem perplexed him for a few seconds as he tried to arrive at a solution, his brow wrinkled in thought. He let out a loud and deep sigh as he wiggled about a bit. I flicked my eyes down towards his legs as a sudden moment in that general direction caught my attention.

Todd shifted his weight to his left buttock as he turned to his left side, while at the same time he unbent his right leg and slowly stretched it out directly in front of him. He let out a loud sigh of relief, even as he shifted his weight to his right buttock. It took him only a few seconds to unfold his left leg and stretch it out in front of him, placing it next to his right leg. Another deep and loud sigh of relief erupted from his mouth, as the dull and blank expression returned to his face. Seconds later Todd's body continued it's interrupted journey out of the overstuffed chair he was sitting in. His butt teetered on the edge of the front of cushion for a second or two before it continued its slide down towards the carpeted floor. Todd's legs folded up and pressed against his chest as his torso coasted down the front of the chair. His arms though trailed behind and above his body. His arms almost appeared to be caught on something as they were pulled up higher and higher as Todd's torso continued its toboggan run to the floor. This of course, caused Todd's suit jacket to ride up higher and higher on his chest. This delighted me, since it exposed the entire front of Todd's pants and the stomach area above his waist. I was mildly surprised to see that Todd was wearing suspenders instead of a belt. When his butt plopped on to the carpeted floor he left out a soft grunt as if the contact of his butt with the floor was unexpected.

I looked up at Todd's face, just in time to see his head drop down as he rested his chin on his chest. Todd slouched down as he leaned back on the front of the chair. His arms were still hung up and behind him, but he didn't seem to mind it, any more than he minded having his legs curled up and pressed against his chest. Personally I thought the position he was in looked rather uncomfortable. Todd sat there for a few seconds as if he were resting. Todd was a good looking, middle aged man, so I didn't mind waiting to see what was going to happen next. He took a deep breath, his chest rising slowly and easily, without the slightest hint of tension or discomfort. (I guess I was wrong about his position being uncomfortable.) He held his breath for a half a heartbeat and then expelled the air out of his lungs with a loud whoosh. He pushed his feet out and away from his body, unfolding his legs in the process, in a quick and smooth movement. (I knew that had to feel a bit better for him. Having his knees pressed up against his chest had to have been inconvenient, to say the least.) As I watched his legs stretch out in front of him I noticed that they were angled away from each other slightly. Todd let out a soft 'ah' of pleasure (and maybe relief too), as his legs completed their little journey. Another 'ah' emerged from Todd's lips as his legs went completely limp, each leg turning outward slightly, from each other.. This of course, caused Todd's shoe clad feet to rotate away from each other. Instead of being parallel to each other as they pointed up to the ceiling, Todd's shoes now pointed away from each other at roughly ninety or one hundred degrees. Unquestionably, Todd's legs were relaxed and very limp. (I could have tried to verify that by touching his legs, you know, just to be sure, but this wasn't the time for that sort of thing. Still, the thought was just a little bit tempting.)