The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"It's a different feeling, I'll admit," Todd said to me a few minutes later. "I wouldn't exactly say that I'm enjoying it, but it is different."

"I see," I replied, knowing that Todd was holding back on how he really felt. "I think you like it more than you are willing to admit, Todd."

"Why would you say that?" Todd asked as he continued to walk around, a genuinely puzzled looked crossing his face.

"Only a few minutes ago you were upset about ruining one of your best pairs of shoes, and now your not even raising your voice about it," I pointed out to him.

"The shoes are already ruined, so there's no need to keep harping the point," Todd retorted, as he brushed off my observation.

I should have known better than to try and match wits with a lawyer. They can split hairs like no one else can. "You must be used to it or enjoying the sensation of that oatmeal in your shoes, otherwise you would have stopped walking around by now," I mentioned to him.

"Think what you like, but you're wrong," Todd declared as he walked over to the chair and sat down. He looked at me with a 'so there' expression on his face as he sighed waiting for his next instruction.

"I'll bet you are bit hungry after all that exercise, right Todd?" I taunted him.

"Not at all, actually," he replied, as he sat there looking at me. He couldn't help but wonder what was next on the agenda.

"Andy, would you mind passing the macaroni and cheese to Todd, please?" I asked Andy as I looked in his direction.

"Sure thing, Paul," Andy replied as he picked up the big blue bowl that contained the still warm macaroni and cheese. It was the kind with the canned cheese sauce, not the powered cheese.

"Todd, just one whiff of the aroma of that macaroni and cheese, and you'll suddenly realized just how hungry you are," I told him as Andy brought the bowl to where Todd was sitting. Andy placed the bowl on Todd's lap and retreated a few steps.

Todd looked at me, and then he defiantly shoved the bowl off of his lap and on to the floor. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at me, as he spoke between clenched teeth. "Maybe I have to do what you tell me to, but I'll be damned if I'm going to make it easy for you." Todd didn't scream or yell, he spoke clearly and evenly, putting as much of a chill in his voice as he could.

I looked at the overturned bowl of macaroni and cheese, and sighed softly to myself. I wasn't all that surprised by Todd's reaction. He had found a loophole in my instructions. I had never TOLD him to eat the macaroni and cheese, after all. Nor had I said that he could not push it way from him. I seemed to keep forgetting that it was a lawyer that I was dealing with, a person who knew well how to deal with contracts, instructions and all the subtle nuances involved.

"Todd sit down in that chair, with your feet flat on the floor and your hands resting in your lap. You will not make any attempt to get out of that chair or to move your arms or legs, until such time as I tell you that you made get out of that chair. Is that clear?" I asked Todd.

"Yes, it's clear," he answered, and shot me another dirty look. He knew that he was about to pay for his little outburst of defiance.

"Andy would you get the duct tape and please tape Todd's ankles firmly to each front leg of the chair he is sitting in, please?" I asked Andy as I walked over to the counter where Andy was standing.

"We're going to have to do this the hard way, are we?" Andy asked me as he grabbed the roll of duct tape from the counter top and headed over to Todd.

"Yes, we are," I answered him as I picket up a large serving spoon and a spatula from the counter top. "While you're doing that, I'll clean up the macaroni and cheese." It did not take me all that long to right the overturned bowl and scoop up the macaroni and cheese back into the bowl. I merely had to be careful where I knelt while I was completing my task. I picked up the bowl and turned back to look at Todd. Andy had done a fine job. Todd's right and left legs were securely bound to the respective front legs of the chair. The duct tape was wrapped firmly about Todd's ankles and over the plastic that covered the chair. I was momentarily puzzled by that until I realized that Andy must have cut the plastic draped over the chair so that he could wrap the duct tape around the chair legs.

"Todd, hold your arms out behind you, with your wrists as close to each other as you can get them," I told Todd as I looked as him.

Todd's arms flew up and off of his lap, and whipped around behind his back.

"Andy, please tape his writs together, so that he cannot get out of the chair, or move about too much. I don't even want him to be able to topple over in that chair," I said as I kept my attention focused on Todd.

"You got it," Andy replied as he carried out my directions. In only a few minutes Todd was secured in the chair with the duct tape. Todd did not try to struggle since my instructions prevented him from doing so. I noticed a slight flush creep across his face several times as Andy was tying him up. It looked as if my earlier mind scans were about to be proven true.

I walked over to Todd, and savored the sight of this pompous and arrogance man, this smart ass of a lawyer, tied up and helpless before me. I couldn't help but smile at him. Not because of what I was going to do to him, but because of what he was about to ask me to do to him.

"Okay, so you've got me tied up and helpless," Todd admitted. "This makes you a really BIG man, doesn't it? You have to do this to a person, you have to belittle and humiliate someone to make yourself feel better about yourself. It's really very sad, you know. You have my pity."

"Are you done with the speechmaking?" I asked Todd as I stood there, just in front of him holding that now lukewarm bowl of macaroni and cheese. I didn't smirk at him, I just smiled pleasantly.

"I suppose so," Todd said with a sigh. "You can throw that food all over me now. I know you're going to."

"Not just yet," I said as I placed the bowl down on the floor beside me and knelt down beside Todd. I looked down at the front of Todd's pants and was pleased to note that Mr. Happy was making himself known, if you catch my drift. "First I want to ask you something," I said to Todd as I swiveled my gaze away from the front of his pants and back to Todd's face.

"And that is?" Todd prompted me.

"Are you enjoying feeling tied up, Todd? Does it excite you?" I asked.

'Of course not!" Todd answered vehemently. "This is NOT my idea of a good time!"

"Well to judge from the bulge in the front of your pants, it would seem that there is some dissension in the ranks," I pointed out to him.

"What are you talking about?" Todd blurted out as he blushed fiercely. "I'm not some kind of sicko, like you and Andy."

"A little honesty, please Todd," I said to him. "I haven't don't anything sexual to you all evening. I haven't touched your body in any sexual manner, nor have I made any sexual suggestions to you. I have not ordered or commanded or instructed you develop an erection. Yet here you are with what could only be called a redwood of a woody, after having been tied up by Andy. It would appear that you enjoy the sensation of being tied up and feeling helpless." I placed my right hand on the front of Todd's pants and traced the outline of the huge bulge that rested there.

"I DO NOT!" Todd screamed out at me, fighting back the moans that struggled to escape from his throat. "YOU MADE ME FEEL THIS WAY. I KNOW YOU DID!" Todd struggled to catch his breath as I let my fingers idly trace the outline of bulge of his erect penis, a few more times.

"No, I didn't," I said quietly, as I withdrew my hand from the front of Todd's pants. "But I do know what you want to happen. I know what your deep dark secret desire is, Todd. But if you want that to happen, you'll have to do it."

"I don't know what you are alluding to," Todd barked out at me. "But I do know that tied up like this I can't cause anything to happen."

"He's right about that, Paul," Andy chimed in from where he was standing off to the side.

"Watch and learn, love," I said to Andy as I grabbed the bowl of macaroni and cheese, and slowly stood up. I walked over and stood next to Todd, holding the bowl a few inches below the knot of his tie. "Would you like some?" I asked Todd.

Todd breathed in the aroma. "No. I mean, yes. I mean, no. I mean Well, yes, but how can I eat it? I can't use my hands?" a bewildered Todd asked me.

"Very carefully," I told him as I slowly raised the lip of the bowl to his eager lips. "Now I'm going to very carefully tilt the bowl up and if you are patient, some of the macaroni will slide down into your open mouth."

"Okay, I guess," Todd agreed doubtfully, as he leaned forward and stretched his head towards me.

I was as good as my word. I very carefully tilted the blue plastic bowl of macaroni and cheese up and towards Todd's eager lips until a few small clumps of cheese covered macaroni tumbled down and into Todd's waiting mouth. I had to be careful, after all I didn't want the poor man to choke to death on macaroni and cheese.

Todd wolfed down the small morsels, as I tiled the bowl back away from his head. He swallowed a few times as he looked at me. "More, please?" He asked meekly.

"Of course," I answered him. His eyes brightened with anticipation. It was certainly a welcome change from his arrogance of a short while ago. I approached Todd again. As I neared him, he sat back in the chair and moved his head back slightly away from me. I raised one eyebrow in surprise. I hoped this was not another resurgence of Todd's normally forceful personality again. I was starting to get tired of this see-saw personality of his. I decided to give Todd the benefit of the doubt and not say or do anything about what appeared to be another instance of him suddenly changing his mind. I finally placed the lip of the bowl a couple of inches from Todd's chin and slowly tilted the bowl up to get ready to pour a few more nuggets of macaroni and cheese into Todd's mouth.

Like a coiled snake Todd lunged as far forward as he could, while he trust his chin into and down against the lower lip of the bowl. The result was that the bowl of macaroni and cheese flipped up and out of my hands and wound up landing on Todd's face. I was so surprised that at for a second or two I didn't react. Gathering my wits about me I whipped my hands out and plucked the bowl off of Todd's face. Todd's entire face was covered in macaroni and cheese, literally. Quickly I dug into the thick gooey mess and cleared it away from Todd's nose, and eyes. Carefully I brushed a few clumps away from Todd's nostrils, to ensure that he could breath. I took a step back and studied Todd for a moment.

"Todd, are you okay? Can you breath and see now?" I asked him as I looked at him. His face, as I had said, was covered in macaroni and cheese, which was now finding its way down the front of his elegant suit jacket, tie and shirt. He was a bit on the messy side.

"Ohh yes God yes," he replied in between moans, his eyes still closed. He blinked his eyes open and looked at me. "God that was wonderful. I never knew macaroni and cheese could be so sensual. I nearly came." Todd moaned a few more times as he looked at me with a glassy-eyed stare.

"Even better than the oatmeal?" I asked him as I passed the now empty bowl to a softly chuckling Andy.

"Oh yessss" He hissed. "Far better."

"You did it to yourself, I hope you realize," I called out to Todd in an attempt to bring him down from Cloud Nine, or where ever it was that his mind was currently residing.

"Yeah, I know," he purred happily. "I I I always wanted to, I think."

"Would you like more?" I asked him as I walked back to the counter and looked over the remaining food items.

"Yes, please," he asked meekly. "I want more. More mess. Please? Pretty please?" Todd pleaded with me. He moaned a few more times in anticipation of my answer.

"Well Andy, do you think we should?" I asked Andy knowing full well what Andy's reply would be. I did not even need to ask Andy the question. I was merely playing with Todd, and enjoying myself.

"Well, I don't know, Paul," Andy hedged, looking as if he doubted the wisdom of continuing. I was hard pressed not to smile at him. The man was a damn good actor when he wanted to me. He was following my lead, beautifully. I knew that he was merely acting, because I could see that distinctive twinkle in his eyes, the one that meant he was enjoying himself immensely.

"You can do anything with the food that you like. I don't care, really," Todd piped up breaking the silence that followed Andy's reply to my question. "Please, I really want to feel more food on me. I really want to be made messy." Seeing that he wasn't getting the answer that he so desperately wanted, Todd changed to a different tact. His voice took on a quiet and servile tone as he did his best to press his case. "I can't stop you, and even if I could I wouldn't. Please don't stop. Do all of me. Do every inch of my suit. Ruin it all, every square inch. Please, I'll do anything you want me to, just please don't stop now."

"Well, I suppose we could continue, Todd, if you really want to continue with this," I said doubtfully. I was doing my best to sound hesitant and unsure.

"Oh yes, yes please!" Todd crowed out as he panted in anticipation.

I picked up two open cans and walked over to where Todd was sitting. Andy had removed the labels from the cans, so that Todd had no idea what they might contain. Andy certainly knew how to add to the atmosphere of the events. Todd watched my every move as if I were bringing him a gift of one million tax free dollars. I held up the first can and upended the contents over his head. "The second course, spaghetti and meat balls is now served!" I cried out. With a soft plop the slippery contents of the upended can hit the top of Todd's head and started to drip and slide off of his hair.

"Oh, yes!" Todd cried out softly with delight as he felt the slippery food start to slide down the sides of his face. "Oh, I can feel it trickling down inside the neck of my shirt!" Todd cried out happily. "Oh yes, staining my clothes, making me so very messy. God yes, I deserve this!"

"Hmm it needs something," I said as I took the second can and began pouring the contents of that can over Todd's head and on his shoulders. "Yes, it definitely needed more tomato sauce!" I declared as I watched the bright red liquid start to run down the front and back of Todd's suit jacket. It would take a major session at the dry cleaners before that suit would be wearable in public again. And we had only just begun!

"Pork and beans are always a favorite," Andy cried out as he dumped two cans of brown beans and sauce on top of Todd's shoulders, one can over each shoulder.

"I LOVE pork and beans!" Todd cried out joyfully. "Nothing like getting back to the basics!" Todd squirmed about in the chair as he luxuriated in the sensations of all that sloppy sticky and messy food flowing down over him. (Thank goodness the chair and floor were covered in plastic!). Todd's head still had a few small clumps of macaroni and cheese hanging on, but otherwise his head and hair were covered a red and brown mess.

The font of Todd's suit had small near vertical streams of yellow, red and brown running down the front. It was a pinstripe suit with a difference, now. Some of the liquid had dribbled down the front of Todd's shirt and tie, but not enough, not by a damn sight. Most of the flow had gone off to the sides of Todd's suit and thus missed his pants entirely. That would have to be corrected. With Todd tied up as he was, I couldn't really see how well things were progressing on the back of his suit.

"Todd, I'd like to do more to you but there is a slight problem," I said sadly.

"What?" Todd asked worriedly, as he looked over at Andy and me. "Whatever it is, I'll fix it. Just tell me what it is, please!" Todd was shuddering with anticipation. It was a good thing he was tied up or he might have fallen out of that chair.

"Well, we need to untie you from that chair and have you stand up and only move around when we tell you to," I said to him. "But I'm not sure we can trust you to do that."

"Are you kidding?" Todd asked incredulously. "Right now I'd give the two of you the blow jobs of your lives, if you would promise to keep messing me up. I've never wanted anything so badly in my life!"

"Oh, so you're sexually aroused by all this, Todd?" I asked him calmly. (God, how I loved dragging this out. Revenge may be a dish that is best served cold, but messy, sticky, slippery and with a large dollop of humiliation indubitably adds to the flavor if you ask me.)

"CHRIST ALMIGHTY! YOU KNOW I AM!!" Todd cried out emphatically. "I haven't been this hard, hot and horny in months, if ever!! I've loving every second of this! Please, please untie me. I'll be good. I'll do anything and everything you want me to. Just keep the courses coming, please!"

"Andy, would you do the honors?" I asked him as I looked over the food and tried to decide what the next course should be.

"Glad to. Just let me get out of the line of fire first, before you start up again," Andy cautioned me, as he approached Todd. Andy was right. I didn't really want to get him messy as well. One major messy man would be enough tonight. Still it was an interesting and erotic idea to file away for later consideration. Andy swatted down just in front of Todd. Andy grabbed one of Todd's legs to steady himself. Andy attacked the bands of duct tape that were tightly wrapped about Todd's ankles, with a small paring knife. He cut through the duct tape and yanked savagely at it as he pealed it off of the cuffs of Todd's suit pants. Todd sat there saying not a word. A tremor or two of excitement ran through his body, as he did his best to patiently wait for Andy to finish. Andy stood up slowly and then took one step backward, away from Todd. Carefully Andy walk around the slightly messy plastic draped chair, until he was standing behind Todd. Andy got to work on the stripes of duct tape that were wrapped about Todd's wrists.

From where I was standing I could not see exactly what Andy was doing, but I could take an educated guess. I knew Andy well enough to surmise that Andy was carefully working the paring knife in and under the duct tape so that the sharp edge of the knife would not cut Todd. It did not take Andy very long to saw through the tape about Todd's wrists. Removing the tape from the cuffs of Todd's suit jacket proved to be much easier than removing the tape from Todd's pants had been. Andy let the twisted and tacky tape shards fall onto the plastic, essentially forgotten.

Todd could not get free of the duct tape and the chair quickly enough. He bounded out of the chair and walked a few paces away from the chair, and turned about facing me. His face was wreathed in smiles as he asked me, "What's next?"

"Turn about for me, I want to see what you look like," I said to Todd.

Todd grinned at me as he slowly spun around in a circle, allowing me to see every side of his messed up suit. As I had suspected the food had run down the back and the sides more than it had the front. His suit wasn't messy enough by half, but first there was something else that needed to be done.

"Todd undo your jacket, open the inside pocket where your wallet resides and then hold your jacket open so I have easy access to your wallet," I instructed him.

"Okay, but it would be easier if I just handed my wallet over to you," Todd said as he fumbled at the buttons to his suit jacket. I watched with sweet satisfaction as Todd got his jacket open. He grabbed the left side of his jacket with his left hand firmly as he inserted his right hand under the left side of his suit jacket. It was a foregone conclusion that Todd was unbuttoning the inside left breast pocket of his suit jacket where his wallet resided. The task took him but a few moments. I let out a soft sigh of delight as Todd grabbed the right side of his suit jacket with his right hand and pulled his jacket wide open. He stood there looking at me expectantly as he held his jacket wide open. I could clearly see his formerly white dress shirt and his red silk tie. The lining of his suit jacket looked pristine, but rest assured that would not last too much longer