The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"Two. My arms, my legs, my entire body are now deeply relaxed," Ted said thickly as if he were starting to have trouble speaking.

I could see his legs move slightly further apart as the suggestion of his legs being deeply relaxed took root. It was a good thing this was a short induction. I wasn't sure I could have waited through a long one. "One. My eyelids grow even heavier, breathing becoming more rhythmic," I directed him.

"One. My eyelids grow even heavier, breathing becoming more rhythmic," Ted muttered with obvious difficulty.

He was blinking his eyes so much now that it had to be having a tiring effect on him. Of course that was the idea. Ted's upper body was starting to sway back and forth just a bit as the relaxation in his body become more and more profound. "I am deeply relaxed," I said to him. (Boy, talk about an obvious statement!)

"I am deeply relaxed," Ted murmured softly, barely able to get the words out of his mouth.

"Zero. deep asleep!" I cried out softly, but in a firm and decisive voice.

"Zero. de" Ted started to say, but the words were cut off. Ted's head dropped down to rest on his chest, as his right hand dropped away from his left wrist. Ted let out a soft sigh as his body started to collapse into a heap of relaxed muscles. I couldn't help but grin as Ted's body started to topple forward. He was sure to fall out of the sofa, if I didn't do something. Rather than catch him, though, I firmly pushed on the front of Ted's left shoulder, directing his body back into the sofa and off to the right. My push had the desired effect.

Ted's body fell over onto his right side. I was tempted to yell "Timber!", but restrained myself. I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes wasn't much time to do much of anything with Ted, but there was something that I could do.

"Feeling yourself going down deeper and deeper with each word that I say, and with each breath that you take, Ted," I called out to him as I stood up and heading for the dining room. I didn't bother with implanting a post hypnotic suggestion for re-hypnosis into Ted's mind. It wasn't necessary. I could hypnotize Ted without one.

It took me a only a few minutes to arrange two of the dinning room chairs into the proper positions. When I was satisfied that everything was set, I called out to Ted, "Come here please, Ted."

"Yes, coming," Ted called back to me as he blinked his eyes open and slowly stood up. With careful and deliberate steps he walked over to where I was standing beside three dinning room chairs that I had pulled out away from the dinning room table. Ted had a pleasant and slightly vacant look on his face.

"What would you like to do now, Ted?" I asked him.

He slowly focused his eyes and his attention on me. He looked at me blankly as if trying to compose an answer was a major effort on his part. "I don't care," he said nonchalantly. "Whatever you want is fine with me. I like doing what you tell me to." He sighed softly as he looked at me. A small smile worked its way back onto his face as the glassy-eyed blank look returned to his face.

"Please stand up straight with your arms held an inch or so away from your body," I commanded Ted. He complied instantly, without so much as an eye blink of resistance. "Now as you listen to my voice I want you to imagine yourself, to see yourself as a living mannequin. See your body becoming stiffer and harder with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take. Only your breathing remains easy and comfortable. The rest of your body starts to become hard and rigid like stone. For the harder and stiffer your body becomes, the deeper you go, and the deeper you go, the harder and stiffer you body becomes. All the time going deeper and deeper, feeling more and more comfortable, more a peace and more and more content."

I looked at Ted and could see the tension start to build in his body, as he started to stiffen his body. The suggestions were working like a charm. (Hey, you expected otherwise?) He was growing more rigid and stiffer with each passing moment.

"Soon and very soon indeed your eyes will close as you let yourself, go completely stiff," I urged him. "You don't need to keep your eyes open, and it feels so much better to close them now, so that your body can become harder and you can go even deeper into hypnosis." Ted's eyes closed almost as soon as I finished speaking. His breathing was even and smooth, very rhythmic. He looked ready for the next step. Goodness knows I was ready for it.

"Going down even deeper when you feel me touch any part of your body, Ted," I instructed him. "Knowing only that you enjoy going down deeper and deeper because it feels so good, and because you know that you are safe and sound. Nothing to worry about. No cares. No worries. No troubles at all. Your body is like a waxwork figure or a mannequin now. You can't move your limbs, but I can. I can pose you in any position just like a department store dummy. And when you know that to be true, a smile breaks out on your face, and your entire body, except for your chest and your breathing, becomes immobile."

I looked at Ted, and a second later a big grin blossomed on his face. I took one of the chairs and positioned it behind Ted, about three and one half feet away. Carefully I stood behind Ted and grabbed him by his shoulders. I pulled back gently and lowered Ted towards the floor. He tilted back on his feet, with his shoes pointing out into the air, just as I had hoped he would. I slowly lowered him until his body was close to the chair. Unfortunately, I had misjudged the distance and the chair was too far away. Ted's head would have rested on the right edge of the chair. Carefully I pushed Ted back up so that he was standing on his feet. I made sure that he did not rock back and forth, as he could have easily fallen down. I didn't want him to get hurt after all. I brought the chair closer by about eight inches, and then placed a second chair facing the first chair. This way, when I lowered Ted, the weight of his body would be carried by his shoulders, one on each chair.

With the chairs in the correct position (I hoped), I stood behind Ted a second time and lowered him down towards the chairs. This time I got it right. I was able to lower Ted so that his shoulders were resting on the cushions of the chairs. I stood back and admired my efforts. There lay Ted, as stiff as an ironing board, with his shoulders resting against the cushions of the chairs and the heels of his feet resting on the floor. He was lying there at about a thirty-five or forty-five degree angle. My task was only half done. I quickly placed a chair next to Ted's feet. It was a fairly simple matter to pick up Ted's two feet, move the chair underneath them and lower Ted's feet on to the cushion of this third chair. Finally I had built my bridge. I stood back and looked at my handiwork.

Ted was lying there suspended like wooden plank between the two groups of chairs. His body was rigid. I walked over to where Ted lay and pressed down gently but firmly on his legs at about mid-thigh to test him. He didn't sag so much as half a millimeter. I backed away a few paces to allow myself the luxury of looking over this human bridge that I had just built. I'm no architect, but I think I did a pretty good job. I couldn't help but smile with delight as I looked over Ted. Here was a well dressed man, in a charcoal gray three piece pinstripe suit, lying there suspended between two sets of chairs. What I found most interesting was that Ted's jacket had fallen away from his chest and stomach, and hung down on either side of his body in between his torso and his arms. Of course that is what I had been planning all along. Now you know why I had Ted hold his arms a couple of inches away from his body before I turned him into a living mannequin.

Snail-like I approached Ted's suspended body, savoring the sight of that taunt stretched out, sexy, slim and trim body before me. I studied Ted's face for a few moments. The frozen grin remained pasted on his face, as I had expected. "Ted," I informed him as I stood towering over him. "You are now able to talk and to move the muscles of your face. You can let what you are feeling show on your face, now."

"Ohhh." Ted moaned softly. "I feel so totally under your control sir." he said in between low moans. "I never thought it could be this good." (Do you think maybe Ted was enjoying being turned into a human bridge? If you need further clues to figure out the answer to that question, you are in serious need of help, buddy.)

"May I touch your body, Ted?" I asked him quietly. I always asked permission first, before I started exploring the body of a subject like Ted. By having him give me permission, Ted was taking another step towards giving control to me. I thought it best to approach this situation with Ted slowly. I didn't want to frighten him or cause him any discomfort.

"Yes of course," Ted answered in between the slow and low moans that were still emerging from between the small satisfied smile that graced his lips. "You can do what ever you like."

"Thank you, Ted," I responded as I slowly placed my hands on his chest and pushed down slight on his body. "Doesn't that feel nice?" I inquired.

'Oh yes it does. More please sir?" Ted pleaded between moans.

It looked to me like Ted was having the time of his life. I almost envied him. Almost. I got to work and started in on my fun. I knelt down next to Ted and ran my hands over that taunt slim body before me. The vest of his suit was lying snugly against his chest. I could clearly see that five of the six buttons were done up, and that there were four welt pockets on the vest. They looked empty. I patted down the pockets just to be sure. (Yeah, right! Get real! I patted down Ted's chest because I wanted to feel that soft woolen material beneath my fingers and I indulged in my favorite pastime of patting down a hypnotized stud in a suit.) "Nice vest, Ted," I said to him as I let my hands run all over that material and fingered the pockets a few times.

"Thank you sir ohhh." Ted replied absentmindedly. Any further comments that he might have wanted to express were washed away by several loud moans that erupted from his mouth as I played both of my hands all over his chest and slowly did up the button at the bottom of his vest that was not buttoned. I had seriously thought about undoing Ted's vest, but decided against it at the last second. I planned to let Ted remember this entire session, when I woke him up. If he wanted to come back again, I wanted it to be his choice not mine. Making him come back would be too easy. The challenge with Ted would be to restrain my use of my powers.

Satisfied with exploring Ted's chest, I turned my attention to his right arm. It was in the way of where I wanted to go. I firmly grabbed his right arm and moved it up until it was pointed straight up in the air. This cleared the way for the target that I had locked my sights on. Ted's ass. With his jacket hanging away from his body I could clearly see the right profile of Ted's ass. It looked pretty good, but I wanted the full rear view. I got down on my stomach and crawled underneath Ted's suspended body to examine the underlying structure of this bridge. I was not disappointed in the least. I could see the wonderfully skinny and tight ass that Ted possessed. The suit pants he was wearing clung closely to the mounds and curves of Ted's glorious gluteus maximus. As luck would have it, Ted carried his wallet in the single hip pocket on the right side of the suit pants. It was an especially large and thick wallet. It caused the material of Ted's suit pants to be pulled snugly (okay tightly) across the valley of his buttocks. The pocket had a button through closure which Ted had somehow managed to do up, and that added a hint of strain to the material of his pants. I was hard pressed to hold back the wolf whistle that tried to escape from my lips. My hands itched to stroke that perfect pair of hemispheres that hung there above me. I refrained from doing anything, though. I wasn't sure how Ted would react to having me fondle his ass though. All I'd asked was permission to touch him, not to grope him.

Well, even if I wasn't going to touch it, his ass was still lovely to behold. Sometimes the anticipation, the wanting, is far sweeter than the actual action. This was one of those times. So I lay there underneath Ted gazing up at his lovely ass and sighed with all the delight and fascination of an astronomer gazing at the sky through a powerful telescope, on a crystal clear night. Yes, I would definitely classify Ted's ass as a 'heavenly body'. After about five minutes I crawled out from under Ted. I wanted to look over the rest of his body before the session was over.

With his suit jacket hanging down as it was, the entire front of Ted's pants were exposed to my view. The front of his suit pants were as wonderful to gaze upon as his ass had been. Ted did not have an erection, but his pants were snuggled up against his crotch and the front of his pelvis in a most delightful manner, if you catch my drift. The fly of his pants was smooth and even, as were the front of his double pleated suit pants. Usually suit pants looked best on a man when he was standing up, and the pants were hanging down naturally. While this was true of Ted as well, in Ted's case his pants looked good even while he was lying there suspended between the two groups of chairs. It was a shame that I couldn't run my hands all over the front of Ted's suit pants. I wanted to, believe me. But I knew that it would lead to complications that I didn't really have the energy to deal with this evening.

After about five minutes I knew it was enough for this session. I didn't want to push Ted too far, too quickly, and if I left him suspended like that much longer he would be very sore the next day. I gripped Ted's feet firmly with both of my hands and gently lifted them up off of the chair they had been resting on for the past quarter of an hour. I placed Ted's feet back on the floor, after nudging the chair out of the way first. With a soft sigh of regret I walked over to stand behind Ted's head and shoulders. I swatted down and carefully placed my hands on Ted's shoulders, one hand behind each shoulder. I stiffen my arms and used the strength in my legs to lift Ted up and off of the chairs where he had been resting. Once I had Ted propped up high enough I walked forward until I was standing against the chairs. I balanced on my left leg as I used my right foot to move the chair on the right side out of my way. With that task quickly accomplished, I shifted my weight to my right foot, after having placed my right foot back on the floor, and tackled the task of moving the chair on the left side out of my way. Now that I had a clear path ahead of me, it was a relatively simple matter to walk forward and push Ted back up so that he was standing on his own two feet again. Ted rocked back and forth just a tiny little bit as he settled back into position. Once I was sure he was in place, it was time for the next stage.

"Ted, as I place my fingers on your forehead you will feel your body returning to normal,' I instructed him as I placed the finger tips of my right hand onto Ted's forehead. "Your body will be completely normal in every respect. You will no longer be a living mannequin. You will find it easy and relaxing to just stand there as you body returns to normal."

I watched with satisfaction and some small disappointment as Ted's body sagged into relaxation, and his head dropped down to his chest. He let out a soft sigh as the muscles in his body relaxed once again.. "If you like you can go and sit down on the sofa, Ted," I told him. "I think you'll be more comfortable there."

"The sofa, yes," Ted agreed readily as his eyes popped open. He turned his head about looking for the sofa. Once he saw it he made a beeline directly for it. He plopped down the sofa with a heartfelt sigh of relief, and settled down to make himself comfortable. Once he was settled in, which took all of four or five seconds, Ted closed his eyes and let his head fall forward down to his chest once again. I left him sitting there for about five minutes while I looked him over, enjoying once again the sight of a good looking, well dressed and deeply hypnotized man.

"Ted, would you like to be able to return to this state or an even deeper state than this, again sometime in the future?" I asked him knowing what the answer would be.

"Yes, sir, very much, sir," Ted answered softly but clearly.

"Would you like me to be the person to guide you back into this state or a deeper state than this?" I prompted him.

"Yes indeed, sir," Ted agreed readily. "Only you, sir. I want only you to hypnotize me, sir. No one else."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that Ted," I praised him. "Listen carefully, now. Each and every time when we are alone and I say the phrase "bank managers interest me", you will return to this state or an even deeper state than this. When you return to this state you will feel relaxed, comfortable and obedient, able and willing to do whatever is asked of you. Do you understand, Ted?"

"Yes, sir," Ted answered. "Does this mean that I'll be back in your power when you say that phrase, sir?" Ted asked wistfully.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that," I agreed.

"Oh good, sir," Ted as he lifted his head, looked up at me and smiled. "I would not want to be anything but in your power, sir. It wouldn't feel right if you didn't control me, if you didn't put me back into your power, sir."

"Oh brother!" I thought to myself. "Ted's one of those guys who associates hypnosis with mind control. I hadn't counted on this. I didn't put that idea into that cute little head of his. My powers must have uncovered some deep desire on his part to be controlled. That seem to be happening a lot with my powers lately."

"Ted, have you always wanted to feel yourself controlled by someone else?" I asked him out loud, as I dragged myself away from my retrospection.

"I guess I guess I have, sir," Ted admitted after a few seconds thought. "I never thought it would be possible, at least not until tonight. I never knew being controlled could feel so good. Thank you for this feeling, sir." Ted sat there looking up at me, as happy as a clam.

"Whatever makes him happy, I guess," I thought to myself. "That is good, Ted," I assured him, as I prepared to wake him up. "Now I am about to count from zero to five, where zero represents this state or an even deeper state than this, and five is eyes open and fully away. Now close your eyes and go even deeper now, Ted."

"Yes, sir," Ted said as he obediently closed his eyes and sighed with delight.

"Zero. Starting to come up now," I said to him as I began the count. "One. Coming up a bit more. And you notice now that as you come up a feeling of calm and peace seems to flood through your mind and your body feels even more relaxed and comfortable. Two. Coming up a bit more, and now you feel the need for more oxygen, so you take a deep breath and let it out in a soft sigh,"

Ted, inhaled and sighed on command. He was responding well to my suggestions.

"Three. Coming up a bit more, now," I urged him as I continued the count. "Starting to move and stretch your legs and your arms a bit now. Four. Nearly there now. And five. Eyes open and wide awake. Wide Awake!" I said the last two words in a loud and commanding voice to insure that Ted heard them.

Ted blinked his eyes opened, and looked about trying to find me. He sheepishly grinned at me as a slight blush crossed his face. "You took me at my word.," he said as he smiled at me. "I never imagined you'd turn me into a human bridge."

"Is there anything about tonight's session that you didn't like or enjoy, Ted?" I asked him, wondering if perhaps I had 'crossed the line' somewhere.