The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

"A reasonable request, Bernie," I replied. "I'm happy to grant it."

"Oh, thank you, Sir!" Bernie exclaimed happily. Another long low moan followed.

"Open your eyes and look deep into my eyes, Bernie," I commanded him.

"Yes, sir," he responded complying immediately. His eyes popped open and he swiveled his head slightly to look in to my eyes. His gazed latched on my eyes and he held it there.

"Look deep into my eyes. Deeper and deeper, Bernie," I ordered him. (I know the 'look deep into my eyes' is a really corny line, but I just could not resist using it. It just felt right to say that line then.)

"Yes, sir. Deeper and deeper, sir. Deeper and deeper into your power," Bernie said slowly with a soft lilt to his voice.

It seemed pretty clear to me that Bernie was enjoying himself. (Now there's a bulletin from the news room, for you!) While I had eye contact with Bernie I sent some simple commands into his mind to insure that he could not ejaculate until such time as I gave him permission. It took me only a second or so, to implant those commands into Bernie's mind. I took a deep breath and began to address Bernie. "For just this evening Bernie, you will only cum when I give you permission. No matter how urgent you may feel the need or how intense the desire may be, you will be unable to cum, to shoot your load, until I give you permission. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Yes, sir. It is perfectly, clear. Thank you, SIR!" Bernie cried happily and grinned at me. His one worry of the evening had been taken care of so he was as happy as the preverbal clam. The verbal commands had not been necessary, since the mental commands were already in place. Now though, Bernie would understand why he would be unable to cum until I gave him permission, which meant that I would not have to do any explaining later on. Even after all these years, it was instinctive for me to take actions to insure the exact nature of my super hypnosis powers remained secret. But enough about that. It was time to get down to business.

I placed both of my hands on Bernie's chest and started to run my hands over his chest in smooth steady and slow circles. "That feels nice, doesn't it Bernie?" I asked him. (Talk about a superfluous question!)

"OH, YES, SIR!" Bernie answered heartily, still looking me in the eye.

"I'll be that it feels so darn good right now, Bernie, that you can't keep your eyes open any longer. You've just got to slowly close them so that you can completely surrender to the touch of my hands on your suited body," I suggested to him.

Bernie blinked at me a few times, as he digested the meaning of my words. Slowly his eyes closed and he let out a long sound sigh. "Oh, God! Your touch, Sir! Lord how I've missed it!" He declared enthusiastically. "Please, sir, don't stop! Please, keep on touching me, sir! I live for the feel of your touch now, sir!"

"I'm most gratified to hear that, Bernie," I responded. (Brother was THAT an understatement. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, and I had barely begun to play with Bernie. It looked this we were in for one hell of an afternoon. Talk about finding a way to pass the time!) "Now what should I do with you?" I asked rhetorically. It was too bad that Bernie couldn't see the huge and warm grin on my face. I'm sure it would have brought him even more joy.

"Whatever you want, sir! I am yours now, sir! I live only to serve and to please you, sir! Your wish is my command, sir!" Bernie stated in a warm mellow and soft voice.

I didn't have to scan Bernie's mind to confirm that what he was saying was the truth. I knew Bernie well enough from our previous super hypnosis sessions to know that this was what he most wanted to experience in hypnosis with me. Total surrender. Complete and unconditional. I would have been lying if I said that I wasn't turned on by hearing Bernie say the 'your wish is my command' phrase. My cock was rock hard now and pushing against the inner left thigh of my jeans in a most determined and delightful manner. Despite my best efforts, a soft moan escaped my lips. I didn't bother responding to Bernie's declaration with words. I let my fingers do the walking, if you know what I mean.

I let my hands roam all over the front of that elegant silky suit. It felt so good that I started to wonder if maybe I should invest in such a suit, expensive as it might have been. I filed away those distracting thoughts into the back of my head, to dwell upon later. I had more interesting and erotic thoughts to deal with at present.

Knowing that Bernie would not put up any fuss or resistance of any kind, was a heady brew of temptation. I could have literally ripped that suit off of Bernie and he would not have cared in the least. His only concern was in pleasing me right now. To the average man in the street such a situation would have appeared to be a dream come true, a heaven sent opportunity to take it to the limit. Only me, and people like me, could see beyond that illusion and perceive the truth. You have an extremely submissive and obedient subject (which does not even begin to describe how cooperative Bernie was while he was in this state), who has turned control over to you. It was like being put in charge of a small helpless child. You were totally responsible for that 'child' and had to act accordingly. Of course, if you didn't care about the subject as person, if you thought of him as a hunk of meat, or just a plaything, you could do whatever you wanted without worrying about the consequences. I, unfortunately, couldn't. It was not in my nature to behave like that.

The suit jacket was a marvel, but I think I already mentioned that. I certainly enjoyed moving my hands over it. The fabric was smooth and soft to my touch. The front of Bernie's suit jacket was wonderful from the lapels right down to the tails. I patted the outside pockets to see if Bernie was carrying anything in them. He wasn't, but it was fun discovering that for myself. I'm sure my eyes must have lit up as I slowly parted that suit jacket to expose the front of the vest and pants of that suit. It wasn't as momentous a moment as the parting of the Red Sea, but I certainly thought of it as a major event of the afternoon. It was like when you undo the ribbon on your Christmas or birthday present. The five button vest turned out to have only two welt pockets which were located on the lower portion of the vest, just above waist level. This was fine by me. It meant that there was more smooth area for me to run my hands over, which I proceeded so to do. Bernie moaned encouragingly as I ran my hands over and across his chest. Like the jacket, the vest was silky smooth to my touch. I slipped my fingers in to the welt pockets of the vest and Bernie shuddered with undisguised delight. (There was nothing in those pockets, by the way, just in case you were wondering.) I kept my enthusiasm limited for a few soft moans. I stopped myself from unbuttoning that vest then and there, because I wanted to drag out this situation as long as possible. Slow and steady was far more satisfying than clawing the clothes off of this suited stud. Besides a few ideas had popped into my head and I wanted to try them on Bernie.

After I had run my hands over Bernie's chest and stomach I let my hands wander down to the front of Bernie's pants. (Like you were expecting otherwise? PLEASE!) The silky smooth material of his pants was on par with the material of his suit jacket and vest. I let my fingers move down the entire length of the fly of Bernie's pants, but restricted my caresses to just that small area for the moment. (As I said before, slow and steady is more satisfying. Trust me on this, okay?) I had to stoop down just a bit in order to reach the front of Bernie's pants. It would have been easier to drop down to my knees in front of Bernie, in order to really caress the front of his pants and his equipment, but I didn't want to do that. It would have been too tempting to unzip Bernie's fly and start playing with his cock and balls.

"Oh, yesssssssssss," Bernie hissed softly. "Please, sir, don't stop." Bernie's enjoyment was clear to anyone with half a brain.

I instigated a spiral search pattern out from the center of Bernie's fly, on the front of his pants. I used only my right hand so as to savor the sweetness of the moment. I explored the entire front of Bernie's suit pants. The front pockets of his pants were side angle style with double pleats. In my search I did discover a long hard and stiff object lying next to the inside of Bernie's right thigh. (Any idea as to what that might have been? Anyone? Anyone?) As I ran my fingers up and down the length of Bernie's fully erect penis, he moaned and groaned with unbridled pleasure. (Darn it! Now I've gone and let the cat out of the bag. You now know what that object was. Like you couldn't have figured it out on your own?) I discovered to my delight that Bernie's pants appeared to be somewhat on the snug side. They were cut in a manner that caused them to snuggle against his crotch and the inside of his thighs. This was a most welcome surprise. I enjoy the sight of a man in a snug fitting pair of dress pants, and it looks like I was going to get my wish this afternoon. I placed both of my hands on the front of Bernie's pants and let my hands wander around over and around Bernie's pelvic area. I even let my hands move down to Bernie's crotch and the insides of his thighs.

"Ohhhhh..' Bernie cried out, completely at a loss for words. All he could do was moan and groan his appreciation for my actions.

"Bernie, you can always bark out your pleasure if you like," I suggested to him. "But be warned that with each bark, your will melts away. After twenty barks you will be unable to resist any command I give you, Bernie," I cautioned him. I didn't need to tell Bernie this, since he had already surrendered to me. In point of fact, my super hypnotic control of him already assured that he would do anything I told him. I just could not resist having him go through the act of give up control to me again. It was intoxicating and thoroughly enjoyable. It is one of the biggest thrills that I get out using my powers on a guy.

"I oh I am already yours sir," Bernie replied thickly, confirming my earlier supposition. He moaned several more times. "Woof, woof, woof." He said softly a few seconds later.

"That's good, Bernie, very good," I encouraged him. "When I stroke the inside of your thighs, the pleasure you feel increases, and you go down deeper and deeper and deeper into my power." I put actions to my words and began to stroke the insides if his thighs with my right hand, moving from the inside of his left thigh, up and over his crotch and down the inside of his right thigh. I moved my right hand back and forth in steady smooth strokes.

"Woof.. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof," Bernie uttered as the pleasure of my caresses on his thighs took him deeper and deeper in to his super hypnotic static. (Like he would have resisted at this point? Bernie was the one who wanted this session in the first place. It's not very likely he would have suddenly put up any resistance now.) "Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof, " Bernie continued as the words tumbled out of his mouth like water rushing over the edge of a waterfall. With the last 'woof' I looked up at him, and studied the zombie like expression on his face for a minute or so. Bernie's eyes were open again but they were totally glazed over and his face had a completely blank expression on it, with just the hint of a smile on his lips. He didn't seem to be looking at any one thing in particular. He had that 'looking off into space' expression on his face that I always enjoyed seeing on a hypnosis subject.

"How do you feel now, Bernie?" I asked him quietly as my hands lightly brushed the front of his pants, barely touching the huge hard mount that was his concealed cock.

"Totally in your power, sir. Totally yours, sir," he answered quietly, staring off into space. "I must do whatever you say, sir. Your wish is my will." He continued to stare off into the distance.

"But how do you FEEL, Bernie?" I asked again. "Do you feel good, bad, happy or what?" I wanted to know if Bernie was truly enjoying this. I suppose I could have scanned his mind to find out how he felt, but I didn't want to put myself to that effort. It wasn't necessary to do that, so I didn't. I prefer not to scan a subject's mind unless it is necessary for some reason. Scanning a mind is akin to an invasion of privacy. I've done it many times, but that doesn't mean that I am comfortable doing it. I still find it unnerving and in some cases distasteful.

"I feel." Bernie started to answer and then stopped. He blank face become even blanker, if that were possible, as he tried to put his thoughts and feelings into words.

I waited patiently for Bernie to find the right words. I didn't want to suggest to him how I thought he should feel. I wanted to know how he felt.

"I feel totally at peace. Totally calm. I don't have to worry about anything anymore, sir. I know that you will take care of everything, including me. And that brings me great pleasure and happiness, sir," Bernie said carefully, as a small smile broke out on his face. His eyes still had that vacant look to them, though. "I know that in order to keep feeling this way I must do whatever you ask of me, sir. But that is not a problem, sir. It is a privilege for me to serve you, sir. I only hope that I don't disappoint you, sir."

"He has to be kidding!" I thought to myself. "How in the world could he ever disappoint me, dressed as he is?" Bernie's declaration of total surrender wasn't a surprise. He'd done that several times before in earlier sessions, but his worry that he might disappoint me was new. I decided to calm his fears so that we would both enjoy ourselves. "Bernie," I said to him. "You have never disappointed me, and I strongly doubt that you ever will. You are a very good subject and your total surrender to me is very pleasing to me."

"Thank you, sir," Bernie responded, as he let out a soft sight of pleasure and relief.

A part of me wanted to wander around to Bernie's back and do some exploring, but I restrained myself. I knew that the anticipation of doing that would be almost as gratifying as the actual action. It was worth waiting just a little bit longer.

I walked away from Bernie and over to the living room wall where there was some clear space. I need an area that did not have any pictures or wall hangings on it. I turned about and looked at Bernie standing a short distance away from me. His back was to me, and I took the opportunity to give the back of his suit a quick inspection. It fit him very well. The shoulders were not too large or wide, and the waist of the jacket was taken in just enough to compliment Bernie's physical build. The back of the suit jacket flowed smoothly from Bernie's shoulders to his waist and then flared out just enough to cover his butt. The suit jacket did not have any vents of any kind in it, which allowed a smooth clean look the back of Bernie's suit jacket, especially over his buttocks. It was a well tailored suit, I noted. It would be a crime to ruin that suit in any way. I promised myself that I would see to it that the suit suffered no harm this afternoon. It was the least I could do for such an outstanding subject like Bernie. The evaluation took only a minute or so, but only because I let myself savor the site of that suit from the back. I looked back at the living room wall (a much less interesting subject, believe me), as I tried to find a section of the wall for what I had in mind. Satisfied that I had located a section of the living room wall that would suit my purposes, I called over to Bernie. "Bernie come here!"

"Right away, sir!" Bernie replied as he turned about, and trotted over to where I was standing. Bernie did not walk over to me, he trotted, literally. He was anxious to please, and didn't want to waist one second in his earnest attempt to please me. He stood in front of me, and smiled tentatively at me. "What do you wish of me, sir?"

"I wish you stand up against the wall facing me, Bernie." I told him, as I pointed at the section of wall where I wanted him to stand.

"Yes, sir," Bernie replied. He walked up to the area of the living room wall that I had indicated. He turned about and then move backward slightly as he place himself up against the wall.

"Well done, Bernie," I congratulated him. He smiled at me. "Now take one step forward and stand with your weight firmly and evenly balanced on your feet. Let your arms hang down on the yours sides. Stand there and just relax and go deeper. When you feel yourself in position let me know and go even deeper."

"Yes, sir," Bernie replied as he took one carefully measured step forward. He looked at me, that small smile still plastered on his face. He shifted his weight on his feet for a half a minute or so, as he adjusted his position. "Done, sir," Bernie stated when he had finished positioning himself.

"Your penis is rock hard now, isn't it Bernie?" I asked him. I knew full well that his penis was fully erect. My exploration of the front of his pants earlier had established that fact. I just wanted him to admit it.

'Yes, sir, it is," Bernie replied as he stood there in front of me. The smile on his face grew a bit wider at the mention of his rock hard cock. "Thank you for giving me a rock hard cock, sir."

"Your penis is stiff and hard, Bernie, and now as I speak to you, your entire body is becoming hard and stiff as if it were made out of steel or stone," I told him as I watched for his reaction. "Except for your face and your breathing, your body is becoming harder and stiffer with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take, Bernie."

Bernie's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, as he took in the meaning of my words. Slowly his eyes closed and he let out a soft sigh. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, but he didn't say anything. I let my eyes wander across his body looking for any signs that he was getting stiff. (Yes, there was one big sign that he was stiff, but that was NOT what I was looking for. Still I did look at that big long hard mound in Bernie's pants. I couldn't help but look. It was such an interesting and tempting sight.) "Stiffer and stiffer, Bernie," I coaxed him. "Harder and harder as if your body is steel rod, rigid and unbreakable. And at the same time it is a wonderfully comfortable and pleasurable feeling, finding yourself unable to move your arms, legs, shoulders and torso. You feel yourself turning into a living mannequin. A mannequin who is on display just for me, Bernie" I studied Bernie's body for a couple of minutes, still looking for signs that his body was stiff.

"Yes, on display for you, sir," Bernie whispered softly in agreement. The smile on his face got a little bit bigger.

"Exactly right Bernie," I praised him. "A living mannequin. I can pose you in any way that I want. I can do anything with your body and your clothes now, and you can't lift a finger to stop me."

"Oh yes, Sir!" Bernie cried out softly, barely moving his lips. He was starting to take the living mannequin role seriously now.

I walked up so that I was standing just behind Bernie. I carefully took hold of his shoulders and pulled him back towards the wall. A few seconds later, I gently placed the back of Bernie's head so that it was resting against the wall. Assured that Bernie would not slide about I stood a couple of steps back to view my handiwork. I smiled to myself as I drank in the sight before me. I had so enjoyed seeing Ted Carson stiff that I decided to try out something along the same lines with Bernie.

Bernie stood there leaning against the wall at about an eighty degree angle. His entire body looked rigid to me. The toes of his shoes came up off the floor and pointed into the air, which was to be expected as he was leaning back on the heels of his shoes. His arms were held firmly by his sides, with a slight space between his arms and his torso. Since his jacket was not buttoned at the front, it tended to hang back slightly which exposed a bit more of the front of Bernie's suit pants as well as the vest of his suit. (Isn't gravity wonderful?) He looked like some kind of waxwork figure leaned up against the wall like that, but then that was the idea after all. I looked at him as bit longer and decided that he needed a minor adjustment or two. I walked up to Bernie and firmly grabbed his right arm with my two hands. I bent his right arm at the right elbow and positioned his right arm so that he was holding it just in front and away from his stomach with his right hand held vertically. I stepped away again and looked him over. Now he truly looked like a display dummy, only much sexier. Bernie wasn't some plastic or wooden figure. He was a real live man, turned into a display dummy by me. (If that doesn't get your cock twitching, then either you're not interested in stuff like this, or you've been dead for three weeks!)