The Coffee Shop Pt. 04

I marveled at the sight of Bernie in that position. Hypnosis never fails to excite and amuse me. Even something as simple as this, was giving me a wonderful woody. Boy did I feel good, and I hadn't even touched Bernie all that much. This afternoon was certainly shaping up to be one of my better afternoons. I walked up to Bernie and grabbed hold of his right shoulder. It took a bit of grunting and effort on my part but I managed to turn Bernie ninety degrees to the left so that he was leaning against the living room wall, on his left shoulder. When I was sure that he was securely in that new position I took a few steps back to get another eyeful of Bernie in his new position.

Once again I was successful. Bernie looked like a window store dummy leaned up against the living room wall, as he balanced there on his left foot. He was as stiff as a board, but sexy as hell! (Maybe not to you, but he sure as shooting, was to me! My penis was as hard and stiff as Bernie. Or was that the other way around? Bernie was as hard and stiff as my penis? Either way, we were both hard and stiff and enjoying ourselves.) I walked up to Bernie and started to run my hands over his body. I didn't just cover old territory such as his chest and stomach, I explored other areas. I let my hands move over and about his right side, his left side and his back. Oh, and of course let us not forget Bernie's other assets. Those beautiful buttocks of his. I ran my hands over Bernie's backside, pressing down just a bit on those two sweet cheeks of his. Bernie moaned softly, clearly enjoying my efforts. Bernie's suit jacket had no vent in the back nor at the sides, as I mentioned before, so what I encountered was smooth soft unbroken surface as I ran my hands over his ass. After a minute or so of this, I decided that I wanted a bit more detail, if you catch my drift. I slipped my hands under the tail of Bernie's suit jacket and attacked the surface of his suit pants directly. Those big fleshy but firm butt cheeks were even better than I remembered them. They were hard and firm and solid and so round and smooth, especially in that lovely silky suit material. My hands moved all over Bernie's butt taking in every detail. I felt my breath quicken as the joy of the moment flooded into me. I took a special delight in running the tip of my right index finger down the center seam of Bernie's suit pants. You know the seam I'm talking about. The one that runs down the seat of the pants. The one that allows you probe just a little bit into the crack of a guy's ass. My probing digit was stopped far short of actually slipping in between Bernie's buttocks, by the tightness of the suit pant material, but that wasn't important. It was the resistance to my probe and the suggestion of probing further that I so thoroughly enjoyed. From the frequent moans and muttered 'yes' that forced themselves from between Bernie's frozen lips, it seemed that he was enjoying my exploration as well. I reached down in between Bernie's legs and stroked the inside of his thighs a few times. He muttered 'yes' a few more times, and several very loud moans forced themselves from his throat.

A shiver of delight ran through me as my fingers encountered a very large bulge on Bernie's backside. To be more specific, I discovered a very large bulge residing in the right back pocket of Bernie's pants. The small button tab closure of the pocket was done up but it seems to be strained slightly. I didn't need to ask Bernie if what I had hit upon was his wallet. It was a forgone conclusion. The material of Bernie's suit pants was taunt across that large hard object. It was sexy somehow, and it enhanced my enjoyment of Bernie's butt. As my hands continued their inspection of Bernie's backside, I noticed that the left back pocket also had a small button tab closure which was done up as well. This pocket seemed to be empty though. I couldn't detect the bulge of an object, or even the faintest outline of an object in that pocket. It wasn't all that important; I suppose I just want to make sure my inspection was thorough. It sure as heck was fun.

I let my hands wander around Bernie's body a bit more as I explored a bit more of his outfit. As I stood next to Bernie, I whispered into his ear. "Deeper and deeper into my power, Bernie." I got a terrific kick out of saying that to Bernie and urging him to surrender even more completely to me. It was a power trip, pure and simple. (Hey, at least I was honest enough to admit it to myself.)

"Yes, deeper," he muttered, and then moaned yet again.

I toyed with the idea of stripping Bernie down while he was frozen, but realized that it would be a lot of work, especially with him balanced on only one foot. It might even have been considered a bit dangerous, especially if he fell over. I decided I would enjoy it so much more when Bernie removed his clothes himself. Having a man take off his clothes was far more satisfying (to me, anyway), then having to take them off yourself. It is just another indication of the trust (and yes to some degree, the control) that you have with the subject. Carefully I grabbed Bernie by the shoulders and tipped him towards the right, so that he was once again standing firmly on both feet.

Working from just behind and slightly to right of Bernie's body, I took Bernie's right hand and slipped into the right front pocket of his suit pants. I arranged his suit jacket so that it was pushed back behind his right hand and arm, much as a man would stand normally with his hand in his front pants pocket. It took me less than a minute to move behind and to the left of Bernie's back so that I could place Bernie's left hand and arm in a similar position, on Bernie's left side. I made a few final adjustments to his suit jacket, and then walked a few paces in front of Bernie. I turned around anticipating a most delightful sight would greet my eyes. I let out a long low whistle of approval. It was great when I was proven right about something, especially something like this. Posed like this, Bernie looked like he belonged to a male fashion show. (Then again I wasn't exactly an objective observer, come to think of it.) Standing there, frozen stiff with his hands in the front pockets of his suit pants, he was doing a wonderful job of showing off the front of his suit pants and his vest. I looked down at the front of Bernie's pants. Mister Happy was making his presence well known. I smiled at Bernie and then waggled my finger at him shamefully. Bernie blushed a bright beet red. He might have been unable to move, but that didn't stop him from feeling a bit embarrassed and showing it. I smiled at him, enjoying his discomfort. He wasn't all that embarrassed though, since we were alone in my apartment. His only embarrassment was from the fact that I was making a point about his cock being rock hard and jutting out from the front of his suit pants. Any man finds such a situation embarrassing, regardless of the circumstances.

"Bernie, in a few seconds I will snap my fingers and your body will no longer be stiff. Your body will be completely normal in every way, and you will be able to move every part of your body just as you did before I made your body stiff. This one time only, Bernie, when you hear me snap my fingers you will awaken from your hypnotic trance, full aware of everything that has happened to you so far this afternoon," I spoke softly into his ear. I was still standing behind Bernie at the time that I spoke to him. While I waited a few seconds to be sure that my instructions had a chance to be understood, I placed the middle finger of my right hand next to my thumb as I got ready to snap my fingers.

SNAP!

Bernie's body jerked suddenly at the sound of my fingers snapping. I waited to see what he would do. His head turned from side to side as he looked about the room. Slowly Bernie spun about to face me. He looked at me silently for a second or two before a small shy smile graced his lips. His face looked relaxed and calm, much more at peace then when he'd first arrived earlier this afternoon.

"Thank you, sir, err, Paul," he said quietly, as he withdrew his hands from the front pockets of his suit pants. "It was wonderful."

"You're welcome," I replied. "Is that all?" I asked slightly puzzled by his calm reaction.

"What do you mean, Paul?" He asked. Now it was his turn to look puzzled.

"I thought you would have some comment regarding this afternoon's events, surely," I said with just a touch of surprise colouring my voice.

"Well, I do have one, make that two, questions," Bernie said hesitantly.

"Ask away, Bernie," I encouraged him with a smile of my own.

"Okay. Well, here goes," Bernie said and then paused for a second to take a breath. "First, is that all the hypnosis we are going to do?" Bernie looked at me quietly as he waited for my answer.

"No, that is not all the hypnosis that we are going to do. I'll be putting you back into your trance soon enough," I assured him. When it came to hypnosis, Bernie was a like a kid in a candy store, he always wanted just one more session. Come to think of it, a lot of my subjects were like that. I found that fact rather odd, but filed that fact away for further analysis. I was busy with Bernie right now.

"Good. Well, I'm relieved to hear that," Bernie responded.

"And your other question?" I prompted him.

"Oh, yeah," Bernie said with a silly grin. "Do you think I could get a job as department store dummy?" He asked with a soft chuckle.

"You're pretty good, but I wouldn't quit your day job, if I were you," I said with a smile. "Besides, being department store dummy doesn't pay very well."

"Well, when you put it that way, I guess you're right," Bernie agreed. "Could I be your personal mannequin, again sometime?" Bernie asked eagerly.

"So you enjoyed that did you?" I asked him.

"Yes, indeed!" Bernie admitted wholeheartedly. "It was incredible. I never felt so powerless and controlled before. I knew exactly what you were doing to me, and I couldn't stop you from doing it. I'm not sure I can describe exactly how thrilling and erotic it was for me. I hope you had as much fun turning me stiff as I did being stiff."

"I'll bet a part of you was very stiff and probably still is," I teased him unmercifully.

"Uh, yeah," Bernie said and glanced down at the floor bashfully. He looked up at me a few seconds later and continued speaking. "I was rock hard while you were posing me, and even now when I think about it, I get excited and hard. You sure know how to turn me on and turn me into your hypnotized slave boy."

"It's a gift," I said with a smile.

"I hope you never lose that gift," Bernie responded. "If you ever do, heaven forbid, there will be a lot of disappointed guys in the city, especially me."

"All in all I take it you are feeling better now, Bernie?" I asked him as I attempted to change the subject.

"Yes," Bernie answered. "I always feel good after you've hypnotized me, Paul. It's been a really rough week, which is why I was kind of desperate for a session with you. I needed to let go of myself with you. You're the best stress relief therapy that I know, and even better, you're drug free."

I smiled at Bernie as I caught on to his play on words. "I don't think I've ever been described as 'drug free' before. Thank you for the compliment. It was a compliment, wasn't it?"

"Oh yes, it was a compliment," Bernie assured me, as he kept smiling at me. A few seconds later his eyes took on a soulful look as he asked me softly. "Can we do some more hypnosis, now? Please?"

"Well, I suppose so, if you really want to," I jokingly. "A pickle in my cowboy boots."

Bernie's reaction was immediate. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, before his eyes slowly closed and his head dropped forward so that his chin was resting on his chest. Bernie stood there in front of me swaying ever so slightly as his arms dangled by his sides while he plummeted down into a very deep state of super hypnosis. I hugged myself as I gazed upon the sight of Bernie back in his trance. The combination of him in hypnosis and that incredible suit that he was wearing, was enough to start me drooling. (Okay. So I was exaggerating just a tad, but I think you get the idea.) Bernie was a suit stud!

"Bernie go into the dinning room, take off your jacket, and hang it up on the back of one of the chairs. When you have done that bend over the dinning room table," I said to him after a few minutes of thought.

"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!" Bernie bellowed out as he opened his eyes and practically marched off towards the dinning room table. I turned and followed him, staying only a step or two behind him. I didn't want to miss a second of the unveiling ceremony. Bernie arrived at the dinning room table and slid his suit jacket off in one easy motion. The jacket headed down towards the dinning room floor, but Bernie easily snagged the jacket with his right hand and swung it around towards the front of his body. He quickly and carefully hung the jacket on the back of the chair in front of which he was standing. This action cleared the way for my first scrutiny of Bernie's suit clad behind. It was as if the certain had gone up on the main event of the afternoon.

As I might have mentioned earlier, those suit pants were somewhat snug on Bernie's behind. The two heavenly hemispheres of his buttocks were enhanced by the manner in which the material of his suit pants clung to the curvature of his gluteus maximus, and up around the crotch and of course the thighs of his legs. Viewed from the back (Is there any other view that matters?), it was a most suggestive and arousing sight. Before I could do more than take in an eyeful or so, Bernie moved away from the chair and headed over to the dining room table. I stood rooted to the spot as I watched him slowly bend over the dinning room table. As he draped his torso over the dinning room table, the material of his suit pants became stretched just a bit tighter over his buttocks. (Surely by now you've guessed that that was the general idea.) Bernie placed his arms up an over his head as he lay on the table. He wanted to give me unfettered access to his backside. I figured that I'd waited long enough. I walked up to Bernie's bent over form and eagerly grabbed a double handful of his ass with my hands. I squeezed and kneaded those two big round fleshly mounds before me. I didn't try to dig my fingers into Bernie's butt, because I didn't want to ruin his suit. I could not clamp my right hand onto Bernie's right buttock as securely as I wanted, due to Bernie's big wallet. This was the first time that I could recall ever being annoyed with a guy for having a big bulging wallet in his back pocket. However, I managed to work around the problem, in my own way. Solving some types of problems can be a most delightful exercise, if you know what I mean.

Bernie appreciated my efforts, to say the least. He let out a very loud "Oh" when I first clamped my hands on his ass. As I tenderized Bernie's butt he moaned softly in undisguised pleasure at my ministrations. I was having a pretty good time, myself. The feeling of those buns under my fingertips might not have been heaven, but it was probably somewhere up there in the top ten. I didn't confine my exploration to only Bernie's buns. I let my fingers wander their way down to the crotch of Bernie's pants, and then up and underneath Bernie as far as I could reach. Unfortunately with the manner in which Bernie was lying on the top of the table, I couldn't really reach all that far up the front of Bernie's pants. I made due as best I could, though. On a sudden impulse, I bent down and planted a couple of firm warm kisses on Bernie's buttocks.

"Thank you for kissing my ass, sir!" Bernie cried out in joy as he felt the pressure of my lips on his backside. "Oh thank you, sir! Thank you so much, sir! You've never done anything so nice to me before. Thank you so very much, Sir!"

"You're most welcome, Bernie," I said to him soothingly. "You have a wonderful looking backside, most especially when you wear dress pants. I thought I should show you my gratitude for the effort you put in getting dressed up for me."

"The honor and privilege was all mine, sir," Bernie replied. He moaned a few times as he wiggled his body in sensual rapture to my continued massaging of his backside. "I like to dress up for you, sir. I know that you like seeing well dressed men, and I wanted to do my best to please you, sir." Bernie paused for a second or two." I did please you, sir, didn't I?" He asked with a wistful note in his voice.

"You did, indeed," I answered him. "Why else do you think I kissed your ass? I don't do that to just anyone, Bernie. You are a very special subject. You have earned a special little something."

"Oh thank you, Sir!" Bernie exclaimed in delight as he listened to my remarks. "Sir, would you kiss my ass again, please? I like the feeling of your lips on my ass. It makes me feel totally yours, sir. It makes me feel like I couldn't stop you from doing anything you wanted, with me."

"I suppose I could do that, Bernie," I said calmly. Inside I was thrilled that Bernie really enjoyed this. I wasn't certain exactly how he would react to it, so I was tickled pink that he was asking me to kiss his ass a second time. "You're mine anyway, Bernie," I reminded him. "Even if you are not completely aware of it, I can do anything I want with your right now. When I kiss your ass this time, Bernie, your mind and will shall become mine. All that you will want to do or be able to do is to obey me, completely and totally. Anything that I ask of you will seem reasonable."

"I don't know about that, sir," Bernie said doubtfully, as I leaned down over his backside and got ready to kiss both of his buttocks. "I can't see myself unconditionally surrendering to you, sir. I trust you, sir and I know that you would never hurt me or abuse me, sir. But total surrender of my mind and my will seems unlikely, sir. I hope you wo"

Bernie's discourse was cut off in mid word as he felt the pressure of my lips on his right buttocks. I kissed his right buttocks twice and then kissed his left buttocks twice. Bernie uttered several long low guttural moans while I finished up the business of kissing his ass into submission. . I planted a few kisses extra kisses for good measure. I stood up and slowly removed my hands from Bernie's backside. Bernie lay there moaning, not speaking a word.

"You were saying, Bernie?" I asked him with a smile on my face, anticipating his response.

"I was saying that I wouldn't surrender to you, master, but I was wrong," Bernie said calmly. "I am yours, master. All that you wish I shall do. My body is yours, master. My mind is yours, master. Your wish is my will. My only purpose in life is to serve and obey you in whatever manner you desire. Please command me, master. Your command is my pleasure."

"I see," I replied as I tried to calm my rising excitement. I had had several good subjects surrender like this before, so it wasn't exactly a new experience for me. This moment, when a subject surrendered and he admitted it to me, was the sweet reward to which I looked forward. I silently hoped that I would never tire of the thrill of this moment, that I would never become jaded with time. "How's your cock, Bernie?"

"God, my cock is so hard, master! II've never felt it so hard before. I can feel my boxers starting to get wet, master! I want to cum very, very badly, master! I know that I can't cum until you let me, master. Please master, will it be soon? I I'm starting to hurt, master," Bernie had turned his head to the left so that he could speak clearly to me.

"Climb up on the table and lie down on your back, Bernie," I ordered him.

"Yes, master!" Bernie cried out with blatant enthusiasm. He clamored up onto the dinning room table on all fours. I smiled as I marveled at the sight of Bernie's backfield in motion. It did not take him long to execute his instructions. He lay there on the dinning room table, on his back, looking up at me, waiting patiently. His body shuddered a few times as he tried in vain to control the intense excitement he was feeling. A few soft moans escaped from his lips as he luxuriated in the intense feelings of pleasure and joy that continued to course through his body. I knew he was excited because his penis was rock hard and jutting up from the center of the front of his pants. I was slightly surprised at the size of the tent in his trousers and the way in which the fabric seemed to be straining to conceal the monster within.