The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

There it was again. That ever so slight nod of Ted's head. His breathing had definitely slowed. It was now almost completely normal. "Some people find that as they keep looking into my eyes it starts to seem soothing and relaxing. It becomes the most amazing sensation as if they were looking into deep still quiet waters," I told him as I proceeded with the induction. "Many people have told me that they find it relaxing to just keep on looking deeper and deeper into my eyes, and letting all the unimportant concerns and worries of the day just drift up and out of their minds."

"It is not at all uncommon to notice a change in your breathing, as you achieve total concentration on just my eyes and my voice," I urged him as I noticed his breathing start to become deeper and more rhythmic. There was no question that he was going into hypnosis (or rather super hypnosis), but it was a very light stage at this point. He wasn't even aware of what was happening to him, since all he wanted to do when we started was to take his mind off of the bank robbers. We'd succeeded in doing that all right! My mind was definitely NOT on the bank robbers!

"And soon and very soon indeed, when you feel yourself just letting go more and more, just letting yourself go down deeper and deeper into my eyes, you find yourself nodding your head ever so slightly," I prompted him as I started to pile on the suggestions. "Finding it becoming easier and easier with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take, to keep on looking into my eyes and going down deeper and deeper. Nothing else seems important to you right now, other than to keep looking deeper and deeper into my eyes, letting yourself go more and more. For the deeper you look, the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you look. Always looking deeper, always feeling better. And soon and very soon indeed, when you realize that your breathing has become deep and easy, you'll realize that you no longer need that paper bag over your mouth."

"It would feel kind of nice, kind of relaxing to be able to lower your arms and let them rest," I suggested to him. "You've been holding that bag there for such a long time, and you really don't need it anymore. You know you are in control of yourself now. Your breathing is deep and regular, really comfortable, so you don't need that bag anymore. So it would be perfectly okay to just let it drop away from your face, Ted."

This was a critical point. The brown paper bag Ted was holding represented security and control to him. I did not wait to see if Ted was going to respond. I kept piling on the suggestions. "For it seems that the deeper you look into my eyes, the better you feel, and the better you feel the deeper you look. Always looking deeper, always feeling better. And it seems with each word that I utter and with each deep relaxing breath you take that bag seems to feel heavier and heavier."

Ted's arm's twitched, but they did not dip down as I had hoped they would. It would seem that more persuasion was needed.

"You know that it's okay to let go of that bag," I encouraged him as I kept the patter and tone of my voice even and smooth. "You don't need it anymore. You know you are safe and secure, and you can breath easily and comfortably now. You've found a place, a place in my eyes where you can be safe. No worries. No troubles. Just peace, comfort and deep relaxation. It's so easy to just keep looking into my eyes. It's all that you can think of doing now. And when you want to keep on looking and going deeper and feeling even better, more relaxed and wonderful, you just nod your head and keep on looking."

A second later Ted nodded his head once, and kept his eyes focused on mine.

"Good," I thought he's responding well. "I'll have to try a slightly different tack." After a second or two of thought I spoke out loud to Ted again.

"It's amazing how good it makes you feel, when you keep looking into my eyes, Ted," I said to him. "There's no need for you to speak. You can just nod your head when you feel yourself feeling better and going deeper and deeper. It is not at all unusual to find yourself feeling comfortable and relaxed as you continue to gaze into my eyes, lost in your own special place where you know you are safe and secure. For the more you look into my eyes, the deeper you go and the deeper you go, the more relaxed you feel your body becoming. Even your breathing is relaxing you now."

Ted's eyes were definitely starting to get that glazed over look that signals someone entering hypnosis. His arms though, were still holding that darn bag in front of his face. "Going deeper and deeper into relaxation as you start to lose yourself in my eyes. You can feel your body becoming more and more comfortable and relaxed with every word that I utter and with each breath that you take. Soon, you'll feel so relaxed and comfortable that your body will become completely limp. It will feel as if gravity has suddenly become ten times stronger than normal, and no matter how hard you try to hold your body up, you'll be unable to. You'll sink down into that chair, letting out a deep sigh as you surrender to the force of gravity."

Ted nodded his head as he listened to my words. I saws his arms dip down a bit, but only for a moment or two. Ted exerted some obvious effort as he raised his arms back up again. "The harder you try to fight the force of gravity, Ted, the stronger the force of gravity becomes. That's a simple physical law," I said in a mellow and soothing tone of voice. "There's nothing you can do to fight it. There's no way you can win against the force of gravity, and deep down you know it. After all it feels so good to just keep going deeper and deeper as you continue to look into my eyes, that you couldn't look away now even if you wanted to. You don't want to look away from my eyes, right Ted?" I asked him.

Ted nodded his head almost immediately. His eyes were definitely glazed over now. He had a slack jawed expression on his face now. Well, the area of his face that was not obscured by that paper bag he was still holding in front of his mouth and nose. All the signs seemed to indicate that Ted was on the very edge of letting go and slipping way down into hypnosis, but something was holding him back. I wasn't sure what it was though.

"And why should you when it feels so darn good to keep on looking into my eyes and going deeper and deeper?" I asked him rhetorically, without missing a beat in my hypnotic patter. "You're safe now, and you know it. Deep down you know it to be true, so anytime that you want to, you can let go. You can surrender to the force of gravity and know that you are safe and secure," I spoke soothingly as I saw his head nod a few more times. "Just let go, Ted. Let go and let yourself go down into that safe place you see in my eyes. It's all right. I'll keep you safe."

Suddenly Ted took a deep breath and let it out with a loud whoosh. As the air left his lungs his body collapsed into a heap, like a puppet whose strings have been cut. His arms dropped down to his slide and the brown paper bag slipped out of his limp fingers. His eyes rolled up and into the back in his head. A half a second later his eyelids shut and his head dropped down to his chest. His upper body slumped down into the chair, as the force of gravity took over. I was surprised and thankful that he didn't topple out of the chair.

"Just relax and enjoy yourself, Ted," I muttered to him as I looked at him sitting there in front of me. "I'll wake you up when the bank robbers are gone."

"Yes thank you," Ted said slowly but clearly. There wasn't a hint of concern or worry in his voice.

I was satisfied. (Boy is THAT an understatement.) I had been denied any opportunity so far to really look over Ted Carson, so I did it now. Ted was wearing a gray pinstripe suit, but it was a three piece suit, not a two piece suit as I had originally thought. Apparently the closed three button single breasted suit jacket has concealed the vest beneath it, so that I had not noticed the vest. But I noticed it now. How could I not, since Ted was sitting there slumped in a chair only a couple of feet away from me? The vest fit him well. It was snug but not tight, hinting at the trim figure that he had. The suit jacket was hanging open. (Maybe you already figured that out for yourself by now.) I could see that the vest had four welt pockets and was done up with five buttons along the front, all of which were done up. Beneath the vest was a white dress shirt and plain silk tie, navy blue in colour. The suit jacket hung well on Ted, although it was difficult to determine how well since Ted was sitting down. The suit pants seemed to fit well, too. Again, I couldn't really tell since Ted was sitting down. I could see the front of his pants and they seemed to fit well. A quick flick of my eyes down at Ted's feet confirmed my suspicion. Ted was wearing black leather shoes. All in all, it was a simple but attractive ensemble. (This was a bank after all, and flashy attire is not the norm.) Was Ted wearing a belt? I didn't know. Short of my reaching over and examining him, there was no way for me to determine that. If I did something like that, it would be suspicious to say the least.

"Ted, just let your head float up in to a normal position, keeping your eyes closed. That will help you to go even deeper and feel even better," I told him.

"Yes," Ted replied as he slowly raised that sandy blonde thatched head of his until it was level with mine.

I smiled at the sight that greeted my eyes. Ted's face was completely relaxed and peaceful, but that is not what caused me to smile. Ted was a handsome young man. He was clean shaven, with his hair cropped short, and parted down the center of his head. This gave the effect of framing his handsome face in a most becoming manner. He had what is often referred to as boyish good looks. I can't really describe his looks any more closely than that. The various components of his face were all in proportion to each other. His lips weren't exceptionally thin or thick, just average. His ears were not unusually large or small, nor did they stick out from side of his head. His nose was not narrow and pointed, nor was with wide and flat. His eyes were not set wide apart, nor did they seem too close together. His chin wasn't especially firm, nor did it look soft or weak. Taken separately Ted's eyes, ears, nose, mouth and chin didn't seem like much. But when you put them altogether, you got a face that would have been at home on the cover of GQ magazine.

"Open your eyes, and look into mine, Ted," I instructed him. "Look deep into my eyes and fall under my power" I thought silently to myself as I relished the sight of Ted responding so well to my instructions.

"Yes," Ted breathed softly at me. Slowly his eyelids fluttered open and he let out a soft sigh as his eyes found mine and he gazed deeply into my eyes. "Yes, going deeper and deeper into your eyes." He muttered with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Ted's eyes were the perfect touch to his good looks. A pair of sky blue eyes gazed into mine. They were clear and lovely to look upon. I couldn't help but let a small soft sigh of pleasure escape from my throat.

"So deep, so good." Ted muttered happily, continuing to look into my eyes. I was content to simply sit there and look at Ted. He was after all a most pleasing sight to behold.

"So how's he doing?" Ask a rough and ready voice, shattering this little piece of heaven that Ted and I had been sharing.

Damn! It was the bank robber, back for an update.

"Close your eyes, Ted," I instructed him as I turned to my left to face the bank robber who had addressed me.

"Yes." Ted sighed happily as his eyes fluttered closed.

"He's much better now," I answered slowly. "He's at peace and should not have any further problems during the rest of your visit to this establishment."

"What did you do to him?" The bank robber asked me as he studied the entranced and oblivious Ted sitting there in a chair.

"I taught him a few relaxation techniques," I replied, hoping that the man would be satisfied with that answer.

"Yeah, right," the bank robber replied as he looked at me. "Stay here, both of you," he ordered us. With that the bank robber turned about and headed back to his accomplices.

I watched him as he left, silently praying that he was satisfied with my explanation. My pray was not answered, apparently, because the bank robber returned less than a minute later with a couple of his accomplices in tow. They walked over to where Ted and I were sitting, and stood there for a minute or so staring at Ted.

"So what do you think, Three?" Asked the bank robber who had first addressed me.

"Looks like he's under to me, Seven," Three replied, addressing the bank robber who apparently was called Three.

"Yeah, I thought so, but our friend here didn't seem to want to mention that little fact, Three," Seven replied.

"I wonder why that is," asked the third man, looking at the man addressed as Seven.

"Maybe you should ask him, Five," said Seven replying to the third man.

"Why didn't you tell us that you have hypnotized mister brown paper bag, here?" Asked the man who had been referred to as Five, as he turned and looked at me.

"Because I didn't," I said as I lied to him.

"You're lying," said Three. "It can be unhealthy for you to lie to us, or hadn't you noticed the branch manager and his assistant earlier?"

"Yes, I saw them," I admitted. (It would not have helped any to have lied about that.) "But I don't see what that has to with this man here, or me for that matter."

"Our business here is going to take a bit longer than we had originally thought. We could use some entertainment. Mister brown paper bag there, is in the perfect position to provide it," Five interjected.

I had a pretty good idea where this was going, and I didn't like it one bit. But what could I do about it? "I'm not sure I'm following you," I said carefully as I tried to stall for time to think up some form of action. Whatever it was it would have to be fast and quick. I didn't have the luxury of a slow enjoyable induction this time, that is if I could even induct all of them. "What did you have in mind?"

"Simple, actually," Seven answered. "You get your subject there, to strip for us. Right down to his shorts. Tell him that he's a profession male stripper performing at a private party for some beautiful women. That should provide him with sufficient motivation."

"And if I don't?" I asked softly as I gathered my powers together. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I wanted to have my full power available to me. I had a feeling I was going to need it.

"If you don't, then your face is going to look worse that the branch manager's, and you might even have trouble walking when we are through with you," Seven said with a voice as cold as ice.

"What makes you think I hypnotized this man or that he's even hypnotized in the first place?" I asked as I frantically racked my brain for some idea, any idea.

"Let's just say I know enough about hypnosis to recognize when someone's been put under," Seven answered as he looked at me. "So are you going to do it or not?"

I looked a the three men before me, and then I turned and looked at Ted Carson. I looked back at the three men and then looked at Ted Carson again.

"Well, what's it going to be?" Seven demanded of me.

I gulped once as I made up my mind. I couldn't do it. Not even to save myself the beating that was sure to come, could I intentionally humiliate someone I had used my powers on. I would never be able to forgive myself, not to mention what Andy would think of me.

"No," I said softly as I turned back and looked at Seven. I stood tall and proud as I looked him in the eyes, unflinchingly. Sometimes you have to stand up to bullies. I let my powers build up even more. My breathing started to increase slightly as I built my power higher and higher.

"You've got balls, I'll give you that," Seven replied as he looked at me. "You're not very smart, but you've got balls. Who is this guy, anyway? Why are you so willing to protect him?"

"He's no one special," I answered truthfully.

"Then why protect him when you know you're going to get hurt?" Seven asked. Clearly I had peeked his curiosity.

"If I have to explain it to you, then you can't possibly understand my reasons," I answered in a cool determined tone of voice, as I continued to let my powers build in intensity.

"You're starting to become a pain in the ass," Seven cautioned me. "I'd show a bit more respect if I were you."

"Respect is earned, not bestowed," I said as I smiled evenly at Seven. An idea burst into my mind. I wasn't looking directly into his eyes, so taking over control of his mind wasn't going to work, but I had something that was even better. If it worked, that is.

I launched a compulsion field at each of the three men, and wrapped it about each man as tightly as I could. I split my power into three flows and poured it into the fields as quickly as I could, building up the intensity as quickly as possible. With the flows established and tied back to my mind I send the same commands to each man.

"Your ass is suddenly so itchy that you can't stand it," I thought at them as clearly as I could. "Your ass will continue to itch more and more as long as you remain in this building. Scratching or rubbing your ass does not help, it only makes your ass itch more. Thirty minutes after you leave this building your ass will stop itching, but not before then."

I tied off the compulsion fields and hoped for the best, since there hadn't been any opportunity to see how much of an effect my powers would have on these men. Thus, I wasn't at all sure how effective the compulsion fields would be. Under normal circumstances, the fields would start to have an effect within a few minutes, depending on the complexity and length of the imbedded commands, and other factors. These were not normal circumstances, as I am sure you are well aware. I thought I would be lucky to see anything in the next ten to twenty minutes. Since these men wanted Ted Carson to perform for them now, you are probably wondering why I exerted any effort trying to set up the compulsion fields. The truth is, I couldn't think of anything else to try, and trying something was better than doing nothing.

All of this took only about thirty seconds, so I was able to compete the task without Seven, or any of the other bank robbers noticing more than a pause in my actions, as if I were thinking over what they said. As I finished setting the fields, I noticed that the task seemed easier than the last time I had created such fields. In addition the fields felt thicker and more powerful than I had ever recalled them being. I put aside those feelings and chalked them up to the tension and fear that the situation was generating in me.

"Time to 'earn' your respect," Seven said to me, as he walked up to me and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were like glowing embers from a fire, a fire that did not bode well for me. I could not see the smile that I knew had to be on his face, but I could clearly hear it in his voice. It was not a smile that had anything to do with humor or laughter. I gulped once, wondering what trouble I'd gotten myself into now. My and my big mouth.

Seven kept those glowing eyes of his locked on mine as he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying my discomfort and nervousness. I gulped again. I figured that he was probably enjoying seeing me stand there in front of him, wondering what my fate would be.

Suddenly Seven's eyes went wide with surprise, and the glow left his eyes. He backed away from me, as he tried to regain his composure. A movement out of the corner of my eyes, distracted my attention from Seven. I looked to my left and saw the other two men, Three and Five, walking about with their hands clasped to their behinds, as if someone had glued their hands there. They were running their hands over their asses, rubbing their backsides and muttering something. I could not make out what it was they were saying. I didn't need to. I had a fairly good idea as to what they were probably saying. The way that their hands were scratching at their butts and rubbing their backsides, it was clear that the compulsion fields had kicked in, and with a vengeance.