The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

My doorbell rang about an hour or so later. I looked through the peephole and confirmed that it was Bernie waiting on the other side. I unlocked the door and let him in.

"Hello Paul," Bernie said merrily after I opened the door. "I'm so glad that you agreed to see me. Just let me lug this stuff in, okay?"

"Sure," I answered as I stepped aside to let Bernie in. He was carrying a garment bag over his right shoulder, and a duffel bag in his left hand. Bernie hung the garment bag in the hall closet and left the duffel bag beside the open closet door.

I quickly gave Bernie a looking over as he put brought his stuff in and put it away in the closet. Bernie was wearing a short sleeve light blue knit shirt with a three button placket. It looked like a golf shirt. It was tucked inside a pair of navy blue dress panted that were belted with a black leather belt, with a simple tongue and buckle closure. A half second flick of my eyes downward confirmed a pair of black casual, not dress, shoes on his feet. The simple gray raincoat he had worn over his clothes was now hanging in the closet.

I was mildly surprised that Bernie had brought a suit of some kind. I hadn't asked him to, nor even dropped any hints to that effect. (I didn't have to have X-ray vision to know that the garment bag most likely contained a suit of some kind. Why else would he be bringing a garment bag in the first place?)

"That coffee smells good," Bernie said as he grinned at me, and raised his eyebrows up and down a couple of times, after hanging up his coat in the closet.

"Go ahead and pour yourself a cup, you caffeine addict, you," I chuckled, as I waved him towards the kitchen. Bernie had been in my apartment enough times to know where everything was kept. I watched Bernie as he headed off to the kitchen. Rather, I watched Bernie's butt. He had a nice looking ass, and I enjoyed watching it move as he walked away from me. The pants looked vaguely familiar. It took me a minute or so to recall that those were the same navy blue dress pants that Bernie had worn the first time that I had used my super hypnosis powers on him. I studied the pants for a second or two longer (yeah like you had to twist my arm to get me to do that), to confirm that those were indeed the same pants. The pants had only one hip pocket with a button flap closure and the pocket was on the right side of the pants. The front pockets were side angle style, which matched the memory I had of those pants. Bernie carried his wallet stuffed in that right hip pocket of his pants, just as he had that first time. My short stroll down memory (or butt) lane was cut short by the swinging kitchen door cutting off my view of Bernie's behind. I sighed softly with just a touch of disappointment.

I returned to the living room, and my interrupted cup of coffee. A few minutes later Bernie emerged from the kitchen and joined me in the living room. He sat down opposite me and took a slow slip from his mug, closing his eyes as he savored the smell and the taste of the coffee. I sat there quietly while Bernie enjoyed his coffee. I knew that Bernie would start talking to me when he was ready. Besides, I was enjoying looking at him. Bernie is a good looking man, and he has a physically fit body that I find mildly attractive. (Well, mildly compared to Andy's body.)

"Thanks for the coffee, Paul," Bernie said as he drained the last dregs from his mug. "I suppose you're wondering why I wanted to come over here so badly."

"The thought had crossed my mind a few times, yes," I commented.

"I could really use a hypnosis session with you," Bernie said quietly. "It's been kind of difficult at work lately, and I could use some relief. I brought a change of clothes in case you wanted me to get dressed up."

"I don't see any problem with that," I said to him. "Is that why you were so insistent about coming over here this afternoon?" I asked him.

"Yes," Bernie admitted. "I really want this, Paul, and I was a bit worried that you might say no."

"I see," I said thoughtfully. "So, you decided to call in that favor I owed you to insure that I wouldn't say no. You didn't consider whether or not I might have plans this afternoon. You wanted your hypnosis session so badly, that you played on my feelings of guilt and obligation to insure that you could come over here."

"I never looked at it that way, but yeah, I guess you're right," Bernie confessed a bit reluctantly. He looked at me with regret in his eyes, and a sad look on his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. Do you want me to leave now?"

"No, Bernie, that won't be necessary," I said quietly. "I do owe you a favor. You must be feeling very stressed to have pushed for this session like you did. Fortunately I don't have any plans for this afternoon, and I could use the distraction you're going to provide. It keeps me from thinking about Andy."

"Andy? Oh, you mean Mr. Anderson?" Bernie asked.

"Yes, exactly," I answered. "A pickle in my cowboy boots," I said loudly and distinctly.

Bernie blinked his eyes at me in confusion. He looked at me quizzically as he was caught off guard by my uttering his trigger phrase. After a few seconds of bewilderment his eyes closed and his head nodded forward as the trigger phrase took effect. He let out a soft deep sigh as he relaxed his body and sagged back into the sofa, letting his mind drift down to that special place of his. I could see the concern and worry melt away from his face as the relaxation of hypnosis overtook his mind and body. I enjoyed surprising a subject by using his trigger phrase when he was least expecting it. (Yes, I have all these trigger phrases written down in my little black book. I've learned never to rely just on my memory.)

"Going deeper and deeper with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take, Bernie," I said to him clearly as I stood up. I couldn't help but feel a slight rush of power mixed with pleasure as I looked down upon his rag doll like form. I don't know what it is exactly that I find so satisfying about hypnotizing a good looking guy, and having him do whatever I tell him. Maybe what excites me is simply the knowledge that the mind and body lying there crumpled on the sofa are mine to do with as I wish. (Yes, I was feeling a slight stirring in the southern regions, if you know what I mean.) Or perhaps it is the trust expressed by the subject, the trust in me and in my motives, that thrills me. Whatever it is, it has never diminished one little bit in all the years that I've been hypnotizing guys.

"Bernie, can you hear me?" I asked. (That has GOT to the corniest line in hypnosis since man first walked erect. But I've never come up with any other way to find out if the subject can hear me and respond to me.)

"Yes, sir," Bernie muttered softly, but clearly. "Thank you for taking me back here, sir. I feel so good, sir."

"That's nice, Bernie," I said softly. "Would you like to go even deeper and to feel your will power melt away like an ice cube in the hot summer sun?"

"Oh yes, sir, I would like that," Bernie said with more than just a trace of excitement in his voice. "I would like that very much, sir. What do I have to do, sir?"

(God, I LOVE a willing submissive subject! It had been months since Bernie's last session, and I had frankly forgotten just how cooperative and willing a submissive subject he was. It was refreshing, not to mention exciting.)

"Good," I said as I paused for a second to two to compose my thoughts. "Bernie, when you hear me snap my fingers this one time, you will take the clothes that you brought with you this afternoon, and to and change into them, using the spare bedroom. When you are fully dressed, including transferring the contents of your pockets to these clothes, you will return to me for further instructions. As you carry out these instructions you will feel yourself going deeper and feeling more relaxed and at peace. In fact as you get dressed in the clothes that your brought with you, you'll find yourself getting more excited and turned on. By the time you are fully dressed and walking out here to report to me, your penis will be fully erect and pushing against the fabric your suit pants. It will feel so good that you'll be unable to stop yourself from moaning out loud, softly."

I paused for a few moments to let the meaning of my words sink into Bernie's mind.

"Do you fully understand your instructions, Bernie?" I asked.

"Oh yes, sir!" Bernie answered excitedly. "I'm looking forward to it, sir!"

"I bet you are, Bernie," I agreed. Carefully I walked over to where Bernie was sitting on the sofa, placed my right hand near Bernie's head and snapped my fingers once. I backed away a couple of steps as I watched Bernie's reaction.

Slowly Bernie raised his head up and opened his eyes. He looked up at me, smiled and sighed softly with an expression of profound peace and relaxation on his face. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that he'd just been injected with a powerful tranquilizer. Slowly, he stood up and headed off towards the closet. He moved at a steady unhurried pace, not like a sleepwalker but rather like someone who has all the time in the world, and doesn't care how long it takes to do something. As I watched him walk over to the closet and retrieve his garment bag and duffel bag, I came to the conclusion that he was probably trying to savor the experience of carrying out my instructions. I had not told him to be quick about it, so he was taking a few liberties of his own. I had no objection. If anything, I strongly approved.

I thoroughly enjoyed watching Bernie turn around from standing in front of the hall closet and stroll off down the hallway to the spare bedroom., carrying the duffel bag in his left hand and the garment bag draped over his right shoulder. In only a short sleeve knit shirt and dress pants he was good looking. I knew that wearing a suit and tie he would probably look even better. I was sorely tempted to follow him into the spare bedroom and watch him while he changed his clothes. It would spoil the surprise though, so I decided not to follow him. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to walk over into the living room, sit down and wait for Bernie to appear in his own good time. It wasn't as easy as it sounds, let me tell you.

As I sat there in the living room, waiting for Bernie I let my eyes close slowly, and soon my mind was recalling Andy and how he had looked the last time I'd seen him, nearly a week ago. Andy had been sitting up in his hospital bed, with several of his police 'brothers and sisters' gathered about him chatting. I said hello and dropped off a small houseplant (an African violet in case you were wondering) as a get well gift. I departed about five or six minutes later. Long enough for a polite and friendly visit, but not long enough to be an annoyance. Andy had looked much more like his normal healthy self then. His face was pink, relaxed, and there wasn't any trace of the pain and tiredness that I'd seen etched so deeply on his face during my after hours visit with him. He couldn't get out of bed yet, but his appetite was good, and I was told that he was expected to make a full and uneventful recovery. I smiled to myself as I thought about that visit. Seeing Andy doing so well had taken a lot of the worries away from my mind. It made being away from him a little easier to bear.

This trip down memory lane took only a few minutes. I opened my eyes as I dragged myself back to the present. I didn't want to miss Bernie's entrance. I was curious as to what he was going to be wearing. I was fairly certain it was going to be a suit and tie, but I had no idea as to what colour it would be or the style. I sat there pondering while looking at nothing in particular. It was a pleasant way to pass the time. A flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye, caught my attention. I turned my head to the right in the direction of the hallway that lead to the bedrooms and the bathroom. As expected Bernie was walking down the hallway, heading directly towards me, but that did not detract from the impact his appearance made on me. He looked magnificent. To say that I was impressed would be a massive understatement. I was enthralled. I've always enjoyed the sight of a good looking guy, dressed in a suit and tie, but this was something far more.

Bernie was walking towards me in that same slow timeless fashion as when he had left the living room earlier heading for the spare bedroom. I took the opportunity to study every detail of Bernie's appearance. The transformation from plan ordinary guy in to a super suit stud was amazing. Bernie was decked out in a three piece light blue suit. The suit was the colour of a bright summer sky and it had a shininess or sheen to it that suggested it was made of something other than wool. The three button jacket was not done up, which gave me a nice if somewhat limited view of the vest and the front of the suit pants. The vest was a five button affair which was completely done up. I could not determine how many pockets the vest had. (I'd find out soon enough, though.) The front of the suit pants looked pretty good as well. The bottom of the vest covered the top of the suit pants so I had no idea if Bernie was wearing a belt in his pants or not. (Ah yes, it is the little mysteries in life that are so intriguing.) From the little that I could see of Bernie's suit pants they looked most inviting, by which I mean that they seemed to be calling to me, begging me to do some exploring. The fly of Bernie's pants was zipped closed. (You expected otherwise?) The pants looked to be just a tad on the snug side, but it was difficult to be sure. It could merely have been my overactive imagination at work, but I sincerely hoped that was not the case. I flicked my eyes back to the suit jacket and noticed that it was a single breasted style with medium lapels and had a three button front closure. The jacket had a welt breast pocket on the left side as expected, and the lower jacket pockets had flaps on them. There wasn't anything remarkable about all that, but it was automatic for me take a quick inventory of a suit when I look at a man.

I pulled my eyes away from the waist area of Bernie's body and forced my gaze upward to take in the rest of Bernie's outfit. I finally made it past the top of Bernie's vest to encounter a plain slightly shiny burgundy tie filling up the space between the top of the vest and the stiff collar of the power blue, and slightly shiny dress shirt that he wore. It was a most handsome and elegant outfit indeed. If Bernie had been trying to impress me, he had certainly succeeded. All I could do was stare at him in astonishment. It was a wonder that my eyes didn't pop out of my head, I was staring at him so hard. I drank in Bernie's appearance and tried to remember how to breath. Believe me, it was difficult to think of anything other than Bernie as he continued to walk towards me. If it were not for the fact that breathing is a function of the autonomic nervous system, I would have passed out from lack of oxygen. Somehow I managed to divert my eyes downward long enough to notice that Bernie was wearing a pair of polished black leather dress shoes, which added the final touch of elegance to his ensemble. I noticed also that the bottom of Bernie's suit pants were cuffed as they rested there on the tops of those handsome dress shoes.

A century or so later (well it seemed like that to me), Bernie stood in front of me and looked down at me. "Hello, sir," he said softly. "I hope you find this suit acceptable. I had hoped to please you by wearing this. Did I succeed, sir?"

"Oh, yeah," I answered softly when I had managed to get my tongue working again.

"I'm glad, sir," Bernie responded as he beamed at me. The happiness on his face was like sunshine on a cloudy day. It made me feel warm too, as he looked down at me and smiled like a kid in a candy store with a new twenty dollar bill.

I sat there like a statue, looking up at Bernie, still trying to deal with how good he looked. It wasn't just him or the suit, it was the combination of the two, plus the fact that he was in a super hypnotic trance and willing to do anything that I told him. Is it any wonder that my penis was stiff? It wasn't rock hard, but it was pleasantly stiff, certainly enough to be enjoyable.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Bernie asked as a cloud of doubt crossed his face.

"Ah, no," I answered.

"Well, you're just sitting there, sir," Bernie said as the doubt on his face changed into puzzlement. "You're not doing anything or telling me to do anything, sir." Bernie paused for a few seconds, as if he were trying to decide whether or not he should say anything more. "I hope you will forgive more saying so, sir, but you have to tell me what you want me to do, sir. I want to serve you in any way that you wish, but I can't read your mind, sir." Bernie blushed as he finished speaking, and he dropped his gaze to look at the floor. Clearly he felt embarrassed at speaking to me in such a disrespectful manner. At least he considered it disrespectful.

"Look at me, Bernie," I ordered him as I slowly stood up. Slowly he raised his head and looked me right in the eye. I could clearly see the worry in his eyes. He was sure that I was upset with him for overstepping his bounds, as it were. He gulped nervously as he waited for me to continue speaking. "You're right," I said to him with a warm and gentle smile. Bernie sighed softly with relief as he tentatively smiled back at me. "I should be telling you what to do, and how I wish you to serve me. I was just so surprised and pleased with your appearance that it was all I could do to look at you. I think you look fantastic, Bernie. I am very, very, very pleased with you and your suit."

Bernie beamed a huge grin at me as he responded. "Thank you, sir. I feel very good that I have managed to please you."

"What material is that suit make out of, Bernie?" I asked him as looked at more closely at the lapel of the jacket.

"It's a silk blend, sir," Bernie answered. "It's the best, the most expensive suit I own, sir. Nothing, but the best for you, sir."

I smiled silently at Bernie as I reached out with my right arm and let the fingers of my right hand run lightly over the left side of the suit jacket. (Just so you are clear about this, Bernie was facing me, so the left side of his jacket was on my right side. I was NOT reaching across Bernie's body.) The material was so soft and smooth it was erotic! I sighed softly in pleasure.

"OH, SIR!" Bernie moaned as he felt the fingers of my right hand press gently on the left side of his suit. (Clearly the erotic feeling was mutual.) "Thank you, sir! That feels so nice! So good! You have a wonderful touch, sir, even better than I remembered." I glanced up at Bernie's face and noticed that his eyes were now closed. I guessed that it made it easier for him to focus his attention on what my hand was doing.

I pressed my right palm flat down on the left side of Bernie's suit jacket and moved my hand slowly around in smooth circles in between the breast pocket and the lower pocket on the left side of Bernie's suit jacket. It was a remarkable feeling. I never knew that silk or a silk blend would feel so smooth, soft and satisfying. To judge from the way that Bernie was moaning, he was thoroughly enjoying my caressing, such as it was.

"Oh, Sir! I'm getting hard!" Bernie cried out between moans. "Please, sir, may I ask one favour of you?" Bernie panted at me as he continued to moan softly.

"Of course, Bernie," I responded. "What would you like?"

"Sir, I want to cum for you. (Moan.) I want to shoot the moon for you, sir. (Moan.) But I really don't want to ruin this suit. (Moan) It'sit's my favourite suit and, well sir, it's kind of expensive," Bernie stated, finishing his request with one long low moan. Bernie's eyes had remained closed as he had been speaking. Apparently, he was savouring the feeling of my hand on his body, and he didn't want anything to distract him.