The first few days were uneventful. Andy went to the conference, and I took in the sights, and yes I did manage to squeeze in some time for some of the city landmarks. I didn't do any hypnosis of any cops, because of the promise I made to Andy. I'd be lying if I said that some little part of me didn't regret making that promise. We managed to spend some time together and we went out for a few meals, but it wasn't anything to write home about. It wasn't boring, but I wanted a bit more fun. I suppose that's when that mischievous idea popped into my mind. I decided that if I wanted a bit more fun, I'd have to be the one to start it. Andy had agreed to meet me in his hotel room (we had separate hotel rooms just to be safe), at the end of his last seminar of the day, so that we could plan out our evening. If things went as I hoped we'd be ordering room service and possibly breakfast tomorrow morning.
I waited for Andy as best I could. I watched some television to pass the time, but it really didn't keep my interest. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the hotel room door opening at about 5:20 P.M. I smiled at Andy as he walked into the room. He turned, closed the door behind him, then turned back to face me with that sexy smile of his.
"Yes, I'm glad to see you Andy," I said to him. "I'm even more pleased that you're in your work clothes." I didn't' know why Andy was wearing his working RCMP uniform, but I was happy to see him dressed in it.
The ordinary working clothes of an RCMP constable consisted of a short sleeved very pale green, bordering on white uniform shirt with two button flapped chest pockets. The shirt fitted Andy well, but it was not at all tight, and he wore it open at the neck. The shirt merely helped to emphasize, without exaggerating, Andy's physically fit body with its broad shoulders and narrow waist. His uniform shirt was tucked into a pair of forest green uniform pants, which were encircled by a plain black leather belt with a polished silver buckle. The pants were of average fit, not too loose and not too tight (unfortunately). My eyes traveled down the front of Andy's pants, noting the smooth side angle front pockets, and the thick wide black gun belt that snuggled around Andy's hips reminiscent of the way gunfighters from the old west used to wear them. My gaze passed by the crotch of Andy's pants, somewhat reluctantly, and traveled down the length of Andy's legs. At the end of that all too short journey I saw the expected pair of polished black dress shoes, laced tightly and a foot or so apart. A simple utilitarian uniform, but I could not wait to see what Andy looked like from the back. Of course I knew from previous encounters with Andy that the uniform pants would have a yellow-gold stripe down the outside seam of each pant leg. (Oh, how many times I'd run my fingers up and down those stripes! Heavenly!) The back of the uniform pants would have two welt pockets, the left one with a button through closure which Andy would have kept buttoned. The right hip pocket would have Andy's wallet nestled inside it. The bulge of his wallet would make those uniform pants just a tad bit more snug in all the right places.
"I just came from the last presentation of the day," Andy replied with a smile. "I couldn't wait to get back here and see you. I missed you, you know."
"That's sweet, thank you," I said with an answering smile of my own. "Have you seen any purple fuzzy bunny slippers?"
"Purple fuzzy bun..." Andy started to say, but the words were cut off as his mouth dropped open with surprise. He blinked a few times and then his wonderful warm soft doe brown eyes closed. His face relaxed into a peaceful expression as he slowly returned to his hypnotic trance. His head dropped down slowly until his chin was nearly touching his chest. After a few moments he started to sway gentle on his feet as he submerged himself deeper and deeper back into his hypnotic trance. (I would like to remind you dear reader, than this was an ordinary hypnotic trance, because Andy is immune to my super hypnosis abilities.)
"How do you feel now, dear heart?" I asked him.
"Feel good," he answered softly.
"Well, come over here and lie down next to me on the bed, big boy," I said coyly.
"Yes, Corporal, right away," Andy replied, as he raised his head and opened his eyes. He looked about the room for a second or two as he got his bearings, which was understandable as it wasn't his bedroom after all. He smiled that sexy smile of his as he quickly walked over to where I was sitting. He looked down at me for a few moments blinking his eyes at me. Andy bent forward, reached out with his right hand and grabbed hold of my left hand, continuing to smile at me all the while. He pulled me up to my feet, with one mighty tug and yanked me in the direction of the big double bed. I cooperated fully in climbing up on to the bed with Andy. You would have done the same in my position. (I hope you are never in my position, at least as far as being with Andy is concerned.) After a few moments of bouncing around on the bed we were lying next to each other. Andy was to my right lying on the bed, eyes closed, relaxed and with a happy little smile plastered on his face. I had rolled onto my right side and was lying there looking at Andy, drinking in the sight of him lying there hypnotized and happy. As I lay there feasting upon that wonderful site, I remembered that when Andy went to that special place in his mind, he called me Corporal, because that is the next highest rank above Constable. Andy enjoyed the scenario of being a hypnotized RCMP Constable, and having to respond to my wishes, just like in real life where he had to obey the orders of senior officers. I suspected though that some of this was probably role playing on his part. He knew how much I liked controlling guys with hypnosis. Andy loved me a lot. I was sure that some of his responses in hypnosis were driven by a desire to please me and give me pleasure. It was just the sort of thing that Andy would do for me, because he was a big kind-hearted loving man. I sighed softly with delight as those pleasing thoughts rolled through my mind.
"Tell me, dear heart, is it okay with you that I surprised you with some hypnosis? We can stop now, if you'd rather do something else." I was fairly certain that Andy wasn't going to object to some hypnosis. It had been some time since we'd done hypnosis together for any reason.
"Corporal, I have wanted to be back in hypnosis and to be hypnotized by you for a while now," Andy said without opening his eyes or otherwise moving a muscle. "I wanted you to take me back here, to feel myself controlled by you Corporal, but I wasn't sure how to ask you."
"Well, Constable, the next time you want to return to this wonderful place in your mind, where you are a hypnotized controlled hunky RCMP constable, all you have to do is ask me. The worst that might happen is that I might not have time and I would have to say no," I told him softly in a smooth soothing voice. "I love you, you know."
"Yes Corporal, I know, and I am very happy now," Andy said with a sigh. He let out two more sighs. "I am very happy knowing that anytime I want I can ask you to take me back here." Andy smiled briefly and then a low slow moan escaped from his lips.
I raised myself up from the bed, and planted a soft kiss on Andy's lips. As I pulled away Andy let out another soft sigh of contentment. I suppose you're wondering why I didn't jump on top of Andy and start some foreplay. I planned to do that, but first I wanted to enjoy the site of him a bit more. I hadn't seen him for hours, and it felt more like days. "Why don't you count backward from 100 to 1, by ones, slowly and silently, so that you can do even deeper Andy? Won't that be fun?"
"Yes Corporal, count backward from 100 to 1. Yes, it will be fun to go deeper, Corporal." Andy agreed and that silly grin appeared on his face again.
"When you reach 50, Constable, you will roll over on your stomach so that I can get a good look at your ass in those uniform pants," I instructed him.
"Roll over onto my stomach when I reach 50, so you can see my ass. Yes, Constable," Andy said as he nodded his head in agreement.
"When you reach zero you will be so deep that you will be ready for me to start playing with your ass, and getting you aroused and hard, Constable," I added as an idea jelled in my mind. It was a bit of a naughty idea, but I didn't think that Andy would object.
"Oh yes, Corporal, please play with my ass. I want to feel your hands on my butt. It's been so long," Andy said with a wistful note in his voice.
I didn't think it has been THAT long since we'd been physical with each other, but perhaps his desires has been enhanced by the hypnotic state he was currently experiencing.
"You maybe begin counting now, Constable," I informed him.
"Yes, Corporal," Andy said. His lips moved slightly as he mouthed the word one hundred. Impulsively I moved up and kissed him on the left cheek. He smiled and continued his silent countdown. Clearly we were both looking forward to what the next few minutes would bring. I climbed up on the bed so that I was kneeing beside Andy's body. I leaned over Andy's chest and planted my hands on those wonderful pectorals of his. Andy grunted with pleasure, at least I presume it was pleasure I started to move my hands over Andy's magnificent chest, letting my fingers explore the fabric of that uniform shirt. The shirt was loose fitting, which meant that I had to push the fabric around to get the feel of Andy's nipples and his abs. (You should have realized by now, dear reader, that this was the general idea.) Sighs and grunts were Andy's only reactions to my exploration of his chest and stomach area. I didn't have much time until Andy would turn over so I shifted my attention to a more interesting area.
I smiled as my hands moved down past that big thick wide black leather gun belt which Andy had not removed. It did not take my searching fingers long to find the fly of Andy's uniform pants and begin a search for a concealed weapon. "Yes!" Andy groaned out load as my fingers located that weapon lying snug against Andy's left thigh. I was delighted, when I felt the weapon grow larger and longer as my search continued. Andy's groans and moans indicated that he was enjoying the results of my exploration as much as I. I traced the full length of that big long bulge in Andy's pants several times, and each time Andy's moans became just a bit more intense.
"Fifty!" Andy called out He opened his eyes and started to move about the bed. I backed away from him to give him room to roll over. Andy rolled away from me and onto his stomach, in a smooth easy maneuver. We were on a queen sized bed so there was no danger of him rolling off the bed. Andy crawled towards me in a crab like motion, until he was right beside me. He looked at me and smiled as he folded his arms under his head and resumed his count.
I moved about the bed until I was kneeling beside Andy. I had a wonderful full view of his strong muscular back, narrow waist and big beautiful buttocks. The big black leather gun belt only added to the overall loveliness before my eyes. I looked closely at the gun holster and realized that Andy still was still wearing his service gun in the hostler. I jerked away from Andy as if I'd just seen a diamondback rattlesnake coiled and ready to strike.
"Andy, stop counting," I said. "You need to take your gun and put it somewhere safe for a while, before you and I can continue playing with each other." I don't like guns. They scare me. Yet, I'm in love with a man who carries a gun at work each and every day. Figure that one out, dear reader. People do crazy things, when they are in love.
"Yes, Corporal, that is a good idea," Andy agreed. He pushed himself up until he was on his hands and knees. Quickly but carefully he climbed off the bed and stood up next to it facing me. Andy looked around and spotted the night stand. He opened the top drawer. He carefully withdrew his gun from the holster, and examined it closely for a moment before he carefully ejected the magazine from the gun. Swiftly he placed the empty gun and the magazine into the drawer and then slid the drawer closed. He seemed satisfied that the gun was now safely out of harm's way. Andy climbed back up onto to the bed and positioned himself next to me. He folded his arms under his head and looked over at me for a few seconds as his lips moved silently. He continued his count and then his eyes closed again.
I returned to my viewing position beside Andy and just south of his buttocks. I licked my lips as I looked at that sexy, RCMP constable butt in front of me. The big bulge of Andy's wallet in the right back pocket of those uniform pants only added to the snugness of the uniform pants that snuggled up against Andy's beautiful backside. I controlled myself. I didn't just clamp my hands on those buns of steel and start squeezing, as tempting as that might have been. Andy had a pair of killer buns and it would have been a crime not to take a few moments to appreciate how nicely sculpted they were. Sure, I'd seen Andy's buttocks in, and out of, those uniform pants many times in the past. I could still appreciate the wonder of his killer buns close up. I felt just a touch of envy looking at Andy's buns, because I wished that my backside looked as good. Still, I enjoyed the privilege of being able to stroke, caressed and fondle those two heavenly hemispheres whenever I wanted, which was something that Andy couldn't do himself. (Think about it for a second, dear reader. Just how well can you grab your own ass? Just how much fun can you have playing with your ass cheeks? See what I mean?)
"Zero, Now what Corporal?" Andy asked me as he finished his count. I had been so engrossed in studying Andy's behind that I'd forgotten about the countdown I had ordered Andy to undertake. (I've said it before and I'll say it again. Andy is a most pleasing distraction any time of day.)
"Now the fun begins, Constable," I informed him. I didn't tell him what I intended. What would be the fun in that if he knew exactly what I was planning? I reached out towards Andy's butt and using only my right index finger I gently traced the seam in the seat of Andy's uniform pants. Starting as close to the top of Andy's pants as I could, I pressed down firmly but gently on the seam and followed the path between Andy's butt cheeks, all the way down to the crotch of the pants. The big black leather gun belt prevented me from starting at the top of those pants, but I didn't care about that. It wasn't even worth my consideration. Andy sighed with pleasure as my finger finished its journey. I repeated the action several times, pushing down just a little bit harder each time. Andy's sigh's showed that he offered no objection to my actions.
"You like that don't you, Constable?" I asked him.
"Yes, Corporal, I do," Andy muttered cheerfully. He let out another sigh.
I followed the path of the pant seam on more time, but this time I extended all the fingers on my right hand and pushed down as hard as I could. I tried to get my fingers as far in between Andy's buttocks as the uniform pants would permit. It required a bit more effort on my part. Andy's sighs quickly changed to soft moans of pleasure. Andy moaned again as my right hand did a repeat performance a few more times.
"How do you feel now, Constable?" I teased him, knowing full well what his reaction would be.
"Good, Corporal," Andy responded. "I like it when you finger my ass."
"Tell me, is this turning you on at all, Constable?" I asked.
"It makes me feel a bit sexy, yes, Corporal. I'm just a bit aroused," Andy answered softly. I saw a slight blush creep over Andy's face. It seemed he was just a little bit embarrassed at feeling aroused by my fondling of his ass. To quote a line from an old BTO (Bachman - Turner Overdrive) song 'You ain't seen nothing yet.' This time when I repeated the full finger trace of the pant seam and reached the crotch of Andy' pants I took a detour and followed the seam of the pants along the inside right thigh and stopped at a point midway between the right hip and the right knee. Immediately I reversed direction and followed the pant seam up the right leg past the crotch and down the left leg across the left thigh and stopped at a point midway between the left hip and the left knees. Slowly I continued the journey back and forth across the inside of both of Andy's thighs.
"Yes1" Andy called out in between the moans that were starting to pour out from between his lips. "Oh, yes! Please don't stop!" He implored me.
"Your cock was hard before you rolled over Constable. I'll bet it's even harder now. It feels very good to be lying on your rock hard cock and feel it pressing into the bed and against your thigh, doesn't it Constable?" I wanted to be sure that Andy had not lost his erotic focus on the nights events.
"You're correct as always, Corporal," Andy admitted happily. He moaned a few more times as I continued my stroking of his thighs. I said nothing for a few minutes as I concentrated my attention on stimulating Andy's erogenous zones. My left hand wasn't doing much of anything so I reached over, grabbed a big handful of Andy's left buttock and gave it a big firm squeeze.
""Oh, God that feels wonderful," Andy cried out ecstatically. Andy continued to moan out loud and the moans were getting louder. A few grunts of pleasure were sprinkled amongst the moans. I squeezed Andy's buttocks a few more times. "Oh yes! Squeeze me! Squeeze me please! Make me your squeeze toy!" Andy called out to me as he surrendered more and more of his attention to physical pleasure that was flooding into his mind. I increased the pressure of my right hand as it stroked the inside of Andy's thighs, and then I squeezed Andy's left buttock even harder. "Shit that feels great! I want more! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Andy called out to me.
"I won't stop, Constable," I assured him in a calm soothing voice. "I'm having fun too. It is important that we both enjoy ourselves. You don't really care what I do, as long as you and I have a good time, right Constable?" I felt it was time to subtly remind Andy just who was in charge here. He was my boy toy, after all.
"Yes, Corporal! God, yes! If it feels this good, I don't care what you do with me," Andy quickly agreed. His mind was overloading on a pleasure high and he would have agreed to nearly anything at this point. Andy trusted me though, and so he could let down his guard and agree with what I was saying to him, knowing that he was safe. He knew that I would not do anything to him that would harm him in any way. I loved him after all, and he knew that, as sure as he knew the sky was blue.
I stopped my caressing of his body and carefully climbed up onto Andy's back and positioned myself so that the bulge in my jeans was pressing down in between Andy's buttocks. "Why did you stop? What are you doing, Corporal?" Andy asked as I settled down on top of him, and started to thrust my hips at him.
"I'm dry humping you, Constable," I told him. "I am going to dry hump your ass until you come in your uniform pants. Your cock is still rock hard now and with each thrust of my hips you are going down deeper into hypnosis and feeling more aroused and horny."
"Dry hump me? Make me come in my pants?" Andy asked, bewildered. "I shouldn't do that."
"You should follow the instructions of a superior, Constable," I reminded him. "Besides you love the feeling of the bulge in my jeans pressing down in between your buttocks. I know that you do, otherwise you'd buck me off right now. You are so much bigger and stronger than I am Constable, it wouldn't be hard at all for you to do so. But you know that you should do as your Corporal says, after all you are an obedient hypnotized Constable."
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