"Yes, sir. Of course, sir," Gilbert answered. He smiled at me for a second, walked back to the bed and climbed onto it. He lay down, closed his eyes and started muttering to himself softly as he resumed his interrupted count.
I walked over to where Larry and Albert were seated. They looked up at me with shock on their faces.
What the hell was that all about?" Albert asked me.
"It would appear that Gilbert has gone so deep that he is starting to tap into a hidden submissive side to his personality," I answered. "I intend to find out more about this when he finishes his count. In the meantime, we should be careful how we phrased our instructions to Gilbert."
"No kidding," Larry said with a chuckle. "I never dreamed that Gilbert would ever consider doing a strip tease for anyone much less in public."
"Hush now and let Gilbert finish his count, I said softly.
I looked over at Gilbert. He was rolling from his stomach onto his back, so he was half done his count. It would be only a minute or so more, depending on how fast he was counting.
"I hope you know what you're doing," Andy whispered to me after he walked up and nudged me with his elbow to get my attention.
"I know exactly what I am doing," I assured him as I whispered back. "The Gilbert show will be most educational for all concerned."
Andy looked at me with one raised eyebrow, but he didn't say anything. He knew me well enough to know that I was up to something. But at the same time, he trusted me enough to know that whatever it was that I had in mind would not be harmful to Gilbert.
I walked over to the bed where Gilbert was lying and studied him for a moment. His mouth did not seem to be moving. "If you have completed your count Gilbert, please come over here and stand at ease, in front of me," I ordered him in a commanding tone of voice.
"Yes, sir!" Gilbert cried as he bounced off the bed and scrambled over to where I was standing. Gilbert placed himself directly in front of me and stood with his feet slightly apart and his hands clasped firmly behind his back.
"Gilbert, why are you suddenly very obedient to me? Why do you call me sir?" I asked him.
"Well, I have been hypnotized by you, sir. I must obey you. Isn't that what hypnotized men do? Is it wrong for me to address you as sir? Do you wish me to address you as master, sir?" Gilbert answered a look of concern growing on his face.
"It is fine for you to call me sir, "I assured him. "However, not all hypnotized men must obey the hypnotist. In my experience only those men who have a desire, to be submissive, subservient and who actually like to be ordered about, will state that because they are hypnotized they must obey. The desire to be submissive may be one that they are not aware of until they are hypnotized. So what is the situation with you, Gilbert?" I awaited his response with sweet anticipation. Gilbert would now have to justify in his own mind, his sudden submissive attitude to me, with the super hypnosis commands I had implanted in his mind. Fortunately for me, Gilbert was actually a hidden (or if you prefer closet) submissive. It should not take him very long to come to the correct conclusion.
"I must be a submissive then, sir," he admitted quietly, as he looked at me. "I never even realized that deep down I was, but now, I think I understand. It all makes sense now. I think I understand those feelings I've had for so long. Feelings that I could never admit. Feelings that I was afraid to admit I even had."
Gilbert was very close to a breakthrough. But I needed to do one thing before we went any further. "Gilbert to make it easier to return to you to this wonderful state of deep hypnosis I am going to give you a trigger phrase. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes, sir, very much," Gilbert said happily as he looked at me.
"Fine. Your trigger is the phrase 'light rosebud'. Whenever you hear me say the phrase 'light rosebud' you will return to this state or an even deeper state than this, going down twice as deep and twice as fast as before. Do you understand, Gilbert?"
"Yes, sir, I understand. When you say 'light rosebud' that is my ticket back to this deep state of profound hypnosis where I must obey you, sir." Gilbert agreed happily. He was laying it on a little thick, but who was I to complain?
"Good now pick a spot to look at on the fall wall, go deeper and stand there until I wake you up," I told him.
"Yes sir," Gilbert said as he focussed his eyes on the far wall. A small satisfied smirk came to his lips as he stood there breathing evenly and enjoying his state of hypnosis. (I enjoy the sight of a hypnotized man looking off into the distance while he is entranced. Can you blame me for taking the opportunity to have Gilbert strike that pose?)
"I want to give Gilbert a good looking over, if you gentlemen don't mind," I said to Albert, Larry and Andy.
"Let him have his eye candy for the next few minutes," Andy chuckled at me as he addressed Albert and Larry. "Meanwhile we can discuss your hypnotic trances. I am curious to know if you find them as wonderful as I do."
I smiled at Andy silently thanking him for providing a distraction for Larry and Albert. I did want to examine Gilbert in more detail. His uniform was different from either Larry's or Albert's, and until now I hadn't had any opportunely to examine it or him.
Gilbert was about six feet one inch tall, since he seemed to be as tall as Andy. Physically, Gilbert's body appeared to be well muscled, and I guessed that he worked out regularly to keep his body in such excellent physical condition. He was muscular without looking like a body builder, and I would have guessed his weight at somewhere around 225 pounds. His uniform shirt looked to be comfortable, not too loose and not tight enough to impair movement, but he appeared to fill out his uniform breeches completely. From what I could see, there was no hint of any type of belly on him, which is what I would expect. (In gay terms, he had a yummy body.) Gilbert's dark full head of hair was trimmed in a crew cut, almost military style. It looked very good on him. It gave him an air of authority and dignity. If you didn't know him better, you would feel respectful towards him the first time you met him. Actually it was the combination of the hair cut, the firm strong jaw, handsome chiseled features, cool gray eyes, strong Roman nose, flat nondescript ears and clean shaven face that created the aura of power and authority around Gilbert. Even hypnotized as he was, under my complete control, and staring off in to space like a zombie, Gilbert still projected an air of quiet authority and respect. It was very subtle, but it was still there. Of course that could just have been my instinctive respect for cops kicking in.
I let my eyes follow the curve of his strong bull neck down past his Adam's apple, until I encountered the collar of his white cotton t-shirt peeking out from beneath his light gray uniform shirt. I blinked a couple of times as I focused my eyes on his long sleeved uniform shirt. It was the typical long sleeved uniform shirt with two chest pockets with button flaps, which were buttoned closed. Since his hands were being held behind his back I could not get a look at the cuffs of the sleeves on Gilbert's uniform shirt. I made a mental note to myself to remember to do that when I got a look at the back of Gilbert's uniform. On the shoulders of shirt were two dark gray epaulettes (for those of you who do not want to look up the word, you can substitute shoulder straps), fastened securely with button tabs halfway up the shoulder of the uniform shirt. The uniform shirt appeared to be neatly pressed, although the day's events had added a few wrinkles here and there.
I let my eyes travel down the front of Gilbert's uniform shirt noting that all the buttons, aside from the collar button were neatly done up. The shirt slightly tapered towards the waist, but still fit comfortably on Gilbert. It wasn't loose but it did not appear to inhibit his movements any. An oval police badge with the number 8675309 was pinned just above the left shirt pocket. (Yes that is fake, dear reader. The number is from on a popular song.) A silver bar with G. Peters on it was fastens above the right shirt pocket. Continuing down the front of his shirt I encountered a large tongue in D-ring belt buckle set in a large wide black leather policeman's utility belt. The belt was snug about Gilbert's waist covering the belt of his uniform pants. The belt contained the usual assortment of police equipment, so I won't bother to describe it in full detail, besides which I'd probably get the details wrong. I'm a civilian after all, and I don't know what half the stuff is that policemen carry on their utility belts. I focus my attention on what they carry in the back pockets of their uniform pants, and what bulges I can detect in the front of their uniform pants. I noted that the black belt looked well broken in, and continued my examination of the front of Gilbert's uniform.
The uniform pants, which were also known as breeches, were a darker shade of gray, and Gilbert's legs must have been on the muscular side because he filled out those breeches nicely. The breeches bordered on being on the snug side, and I secretly hoped that they turned out to be tight in certain areas. (Do I have to draw you a map? I hoped they were tight in the crotch and across his buttocks. Come on now, you had to know that with my particular interest in that part of the male anatomy, I'd entertain such hopes.) Looking at the groin area of his uniform breeches, I was disappointed that there were no suspicious bulges. I was sure I would be able to remedy that situation, though. The breeches fit well enough and overall I was pleased with what I saw. From what I could see standing in front of Gilbert the breeches followed the contours of Gilbert's legs all the way down to the tops of his black motorcycle boots. The boots were broken in but not scuffed. They didn't need a good polishing, but some buffing wouldn't have hurt. There were laces, tightly done up, that ran from the top of the foot part of each boot and stopped about one third the length of the shank of the boot.
"Gilbert, carefully remove your gun belt and hold it out in front of you with both hands," I said to him.
"Yes, sir," Gilbert replied. He brought his hands to front of his uniform gun belt and proceeded to carry out my instructions. He undid the buckle, carefully pulling the belt away from his waist, while grasping the two ends firmly with his hands. He moved his hands behind his back for a few seconds and then brought both arms up in front of him nearly level with his chest. His right hand was empty but his left hand was holding his gun belt. Gilbert grasped his gun belt with his right hand. "Done, sir" he stated.
"Thank you," I said as I looked down at the front of his waist. As I had expected Gilbert's uniform pants had big thick tunnel belt loops and a wide black leather belt was threaded through though the belt loops. A simple tongue-in-D-ring clasp, similar to the one on the gun belt, fastened that belt about Gilbert's waist. With the gun belt removed I could see that Gilbert's stomach area was flat without a trace of a paunch. Considering the shape of the rest of his body, that wasn't too surprising. The waist of those uniform breeches encircled Gilbert's waist nicely, suggesting that he had a lean build under that uniform. I also noted that the front of the uniform breeches had top pockets and not side angle pockets, which made me wonder how he got anything out of the front of his uniform pants when he was sitting on his motorcycle. I paused for a moment as I pictured Gilbert sitting on his parked motorcycle as I stood in front of him just to his right side, while he tried to thrust his right hand into the right front pocket of his uniform breeches for some reason. I was a little hazy on the reason why he would be doing that but hey, it was a microsecond daydream, it didn't have to make sense. I walked around to the left, which was Gilbert's right, so that I could continue my examination of the back of his uniform. As I walked past him I noticed that there was a wide dark gray stripe down the outside leg of his uniform breeches. The stripe followed the path of the outside seam of his right pant leg, all the way down to the top of his motorcycle boots. There were laces running down right outside side of Gilbert's right motorcycle boot starting at the top of the shank and continuing about a third of the way down the shank. These laces were tightly done up. It was a good bet that the left motorcycle boot was similarly laced.
Finally I was standing behind Gilbert and I could take a good long look at the back of his uniform. I was not disappointed. If anything I was thrilled. I forced myself to keep my eyes on his motorcycle boots, so that I would not accidentally step on them. (Okay, the real reason was so that I would not let my hot little eyes jump up clamp themselves on Gilbert's ass. I knew that ass of his was going to be heavenly, but I wanted to delay that moment of sweetness just a bit longer. His motorcycle boots were clean, without any scuff marks. The boots were polished but not that mirror bright shine that you might expect if he were on the parade ground. There wasn't anything remarkable about Gilbert's motorcycle boots so I let my eyes travel up the back of those boots to the tops of those well-rounded calves to just below the back of Gilbert's knees. All in all Gilbert seemed to have muscular firm legs I noticed as I continued my visual journey up the back of his uniform pants. There is no question he filled up those uniform pants very well. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe those pants were just a little too binding. I made a mental note to ask him that once I had the opportunity. I licked my lips as I paused for a second or two when my eyes reached the bottom curve of Gilbert's buttocks. My eyes were greeted by the sight of two full round heavenly hemispheres enshrouded in the light gray material of Gilbert's uniform breeches. There were two button flap back pockets on the back of those uniform breeches, both pockets buttoned closed As I had hoped the breeches fit snugly across Gilbert's buttocks making his ass look very sexy. I was delighted to note that there was bulge in the right back pocket. Gilbert's wallet wasn't huge but it was large enough to cause the material of those uniform breeches to stretch just a bit more tightly across his right buttock. My hands itched to reach out and grab a handful of those two delicious ass cheeks that were only inches away from me. I wanted to breech those breeches, if you catch my meaning. Now was the not the time however. I turned my attention away from those sweet ass cheeks and continued my inspection of the back of Gilbert's uniform. Up past the plain black leather belt my eyes travelled coming across the broad back of the policeman who stood in front of me. There wasn't really much to note about the back of that light gray uniform shirt. There were two darts down each side of the back of the shirt which improved the overall trim appearance of the shirt but aside from that there wasn't anything else worth noting.
"Put your gun belt back on and stand at ease Gilbert."I ordered him as I suddenly realized he was still standing there with his gun belt held out in front of him.
"Yes Sir," Gilbert replied. He took him only a few moments to place the utility belt around his waist and secure it snugly. Gilbert clasped his hands behind him and stood at ease. I smiled to myself as I saw his hands resting comfortably on top of those cute butt cheeks of his. I noticed that the cuffs of his long sleeved uniform shirt had two buttons on them as opposed to one. My inspection completed I carefully walked around Gilbert and stood in front of him. Now it was time for the fund to really begin.
"Gilbert, tell me how you're feeling right now please." I told him.
"I feel really good Sir. I can't recall the last time I felt so calm and peaceful and relaxed Sir. It's kind of nice following your instructions Sir. I don't know why Sir, but I feel better when you tell me to do something Sir and I do it," Gilbert said calmly.
"It doesn't upset you at all to be taking orders from me, Gilbert?" I asked him.
"Well I suppose it should," Gilbert admitted. "After all you are a fag and I've never really thought much of fags as a general rule. Fags aren't really men. I'd have to respect a man to follow his orders. I guess if I'm following your order Sir I must respect you."
Gilbert wasn't giving an inch. He was still being cocky even deeply hypnotized. It is time to hammer home a few key points before I continued with my fun. "Let's be clear about this Gilbert," I said to him in a commanding tone of voice. "You agreed to let me hypnotize you. I have successfully hypnotized you. I have taken you very deep and with each passing moment you find yourself feeling more submissive and obedient towards me. You are giving up more and more control to me. A simple sign of your submissive and obedient nature towards me is that you are calling Sir without me even asking you to do that. It seems clear to me Gilbert that you enjoy being hypnotized by me and that you want to obey me more with each passing moment."
"I guess that is true Sir," Gilbert admitted reluctantly
"No guessing Gilbert!" I barked at him. "Tell me the truth now! Admit the truth to me now Gilbert! When you admit the truth you'll feel better and go deeper and a huge smile will break on your face Gilbert." I felt sure those commands would be enough to force Gilbert to admit the truth to me as well as himself. I couldn't wait for him to start grinning like an idiot. There's just something about hunky cop standing in front of you with a shit eating grin on his face that turns me on.
The calm relaxed expression on his face slowly melted into one of astonishment and wonder as he thought about what I just said to him. Slowly a smile came to Gilbert's face as he accepted the truth of the situation. "It's true Sir. I really do want to obey you, Sir. I trust you Sir and I know that the more I obey you Sir the better I'm going to feel."
"The fact that I'm gay doesn't bother you at all Gilbert?" I asked him if he had not addressed that consideration.
"Not at all Sir. Actually it's kind of exciting Sir. I never realized that feeling controlled like this could be a turn on Sir." Gilbert declared with a slight blush to his face.
"Finding yourself feeling slightly aroused by hypnosis or by being controlled is a very common reaction Gilbert," I assured him. "Now I think that turnabout is fair play, Gilbert. In a few moments when I wake you up you will be the world's best impersonator of a dog, a playful obedient doggy. When you wake up you will drop to all fours to show us what a good puppy dog you are. You will respond to the name 'boy'. You will not try to leave the room. Since you are an impersonator of a dog you will be able to talk and respond normally when asked questions. When you understand these instructions and you're ready to carry them out you will take off your gun belt and put it on the bed after which you will calmly stand there waiting for me to take you out of your trance."
Gilbert's hands flew to the buckle of this police gun belt. He couldn't get that belt off and then put it on the bed fast enough. I turned to my right and looked at Larry and Albert sitting there on the love seat. They had been quiet the entire time that I've been entrancing Gilbert. They appeared to be a little shocked at the suggestion I just given Gilbert but after a few moments I could see a twinkle in their eyes and a smile come to their faces. Clearly turnabout was going to be enjoyable for both of them.
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