The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Yeah, go for it. Go deeper into your eyes. Deeper into your power. Deeper into your control. Why the hell not? It feels so damn good," Mister Carson agreed after a second or two. A smile flashed on his lips, before the blank glassy-eyed look returned to roost on his face. Mister Carson was progressing very well. My monitoring of his mental state confirmed that he was in fact going into a state of super hypnosis.


"Soon and very soon indeed, Mister Carson, you're going to feel that you must obey my every instruction, my every suggestion. You will feel the joy, the wonder, and the pleasure, of being my obedient good little cowboy. You'll want that feeling very soon. In fact, you want to feel that feeling now. And when it happens, when you feel yourself letting go so much, when you feel yourself going deeper than you could have ever imagined, you will let me call you by your first name. In fact, you will beg me to call you by your first name." I told Mister Carson. He was very deeply hypnotized and under my control, and had been almost from the time he'd made eye contact with me. I had to make him aware of that state and have him admit to me that it was true. By making the state as pleasurable for him as possible, it would make it much more acceptable to his conscious and subconscious minds. "Now be a good little cowboy, and go deeper for me, right now Mister Carson," I said in a firm authoritative voice.

"Yes..... I must go deeper," Mister Carson said. He was actually starting to sway back and forth a bit, as he relaxed into my voice and surrendered to my power. He kept repeating the word 'deeper' out loud as he kept looking into my eyes.

I looked at Mister Carson, and waited for him to assimilate my instructions and do what I knew he had to do. It took about a minute before Mister Carson started to respond.

First his arms dropped to his sides. He took a deep breath and as he let it out, his head dropped to his chest, as if his head was just too heavy to hold up. "Please call me, Lee, sir," he muttered. I could barely hear him.

"Raise your head up and speak more clearly to me, Mister Carson," I said sternly.

"Sorry sir," he said and snapped his head up, looking me in the eyes again. "Please sir, call me Lee. I really want you to call me Lee, sir," he said clearly.

"I'll call you Lee, Mister Carson, if you will drop down to your knees in front of me, and ask me again," I told him. I was no longer speaking softly. The trance induction was complete, so it was safe for me to talk in an normal voice. "I want to see that you truly want to be my good little cowboy, and the best way you can show me that is by kneeling in front of me. Kneeling in front of me would result in you taking on a submissive position in front of me." (Yes, I was drawing this out a bit, but can you blame me, dear reader? Mister Carson was a handsome cowboy. It was sweet to see him melting before me, into my control.)

"Yes, sir," Mister Carson said, and he dropped to his knees in front of me. "Please sir, I'm begging you. Please call me Lee, sir."

"Very good, Lee," I said with a smile. "Thank you for dropping to your knees and showing me that you are serious about being my good little cowboy. Go deeper now and enjoy yourself."

"Yes, sir. I'm your good little cowboy. Go deeper, sir. Yes, sir," Mister Carson agreed happily.

I looked up away from Mister Carson, and looked the other cowboys standing around in the barn. The stunned looks of amazement on their faces as they shifted their gaze from Mister Carson to me and then back again, was a pleasure to behold. As they slowly came to accept that Mister Carson had in fact been hypnotized by me, a couple of them smiled. I didn't know what they were thinking, but I had a pretty good idea of the general direction their thoughts were headed in.

"Lee, do you remember what you said to me, when Cody was hypnotized by me?" I asked him.

"Yes, sir. I asked you to prove to me that he was hypnotized by making him take off all his clothes and act like a chicken," Lee answered warmly. The calm, peaceful, nearly tranquil expression on his face showed that he was content to keep kneeling in front of me.

"What would you say to me telling you to do that right now, to prove to me and everyone else here, that you are hypnotized and under my control?" I asked him.


"It sounds good to me, sir. Shall I start now?" Lee answered as he stood up.

"Yeah! Make him do it!" one of the unidentified cowboys called out. "

"Make him crow like a rooster, too! I'd pay good money to see that," another cowboy called out.

I turned and looked at the cowboys. They were smiling at me, but there was a touch of malice in their smiles.

"Please, don't do it, Paul," Cody said as he walked up to me. "If you do, Mister Carson will lose his authority in these cowboys' eyes, and they won't respect him anymore."

"Point taken, Cody," I said to him. I turned my attention back to Lee. "Kneel, Lee. Remaining kneeling in front of me. It is not necessary for you to strip and act like a chicken. I am pleased that you would do that for me, though, if I asked you to, Lee," I said with a smile.

Lee quickly dropped back down to his knees in front of me. "Thank you, sir," Lee replied looking up at me with devotion. He was my obedient good little cowboy now, and he knew it. He liked the idea.

I had proven my point. There was no need to do anything more with Lee. I was tempted for a few seconds, but I knew that there would be problems if I did. Cody had mentioned a few of the immediate problems.

"Ah, hell. We was only gonna have some fun with him," one of the cowboy said to me, a look of disappointment on his face. I noticed that he seemed to be a handsome man, with that classic rugged cowboy look that exuded sex appeal.

"The only way I'd agreed to do that with Lee, is if I hypnotized all of you first," I told the cowboy.

"Why'd you want to do that?" The cowboy asked, a puzzled look coming to his handsome face.

"So that after you'd had your fun with Lee, he could have the same fun with you," I answered.

"Forget it, then," the cowboy said with a slight scowl.

As I had thought, the cowboy didn't think the 'fun' was going to be all that much fun, if it was going to be done to him too. I turned my attention back to Lee, who was still kneeling in front of me, waiting to be told what to do. "At the count of three, you will awaken and be your normal self in every way, Lee. You will wake up refreshed and alert, feeling very good overall. You will remember everything that happened when I hypnotized you. You will not be able to assault me, in any way or by any form of proxy. I am not giving you trigger to go back into hypnosis, Lee. Should you ever wish to do hypnosis with me again, feel free to let me know. Do you understand?" I asked him.

"Yes, sir," Lee answered, still looking at me like he was in love with me. In a manner of speaking, he was in love with me, at least he loved being hypnotized by me.

"Coming out and returning to normal. One. Two. Three," I said. It would be interesting to see Mister Carson's reaction.


Lee blinked his eyes a few times. He looked around the barn, realizing where he was and what had just happened to him. He blushed briefly, but quickly got himself under control as he stood up. The look of devotion on his face was quickly replaced by one of embarrassment. Seconds later his expression had changed to one of stern control. He was back in command of himself and the situation.

"You made your point," he said curtly to me.

"Thank you. Now, am I free to go?" I ask him, calmly. I didn't bother asking him what he thought about his session with me. It was unlikely that I'd ever be hypnotizing him again.

"If you'll agree to do a small favour for me, first, yes," Mister Carson said.

"I don't agree to do favours blindly. Tell me what you want, and if I think it is reasonable, I will let you know, Mister Carson," I answered cautiously. I knew better than to call him Lee. When I had hypnotized him, I had made him agree to let me call him Lee, but doing so now was not a good idea. Mister Carson needed to project an air of authority and command, in order to run the ranch.

Mister Carson was still standing next to me. He moved his head close to mine as he spoke softly to me. "I need you to help me with a ranch hand that has a problem with his temper. He gets into a fight at the drop of a hat. He's really good with horses and as a ranch hand, I'd hate to let him go, but if things don't improve I may have to," Mister Carson said to me.

"And how exactly would I be able to help you with this ranch hand?" I asked perplexed.

"You can just zap him with hypnosis and fix it so that he doesn't get into fights anymore," Mister Carson answered.

"Hypnosis doesn't work like that, Mister Carson, and even if it did, it wouldn't be ethical of me to do that to him without his permission," I answered.

"So you're saying you can't help?" Mister Carson asked me, with a sigh.

"I'm saying that I'll talk with him, and if he agrees to it I'll hypnotize him. Perhaps I can relax him enough so that he and I can talk about why he gets into fights so much. If you tell him that he has to talk with me, or he will be fired, that should motivate him to speak with me, in private," I answered.

"That's not far off the mark. If things don't improve, he's gone soon, and he knows it, " Mister Carson agreed. "Would next weekend, after your riding lesson with Andy, be okay for you? The ranch hand I'm referring to is not working today."

"So you're going to let Andy take me on as a student, then?" I asked, wanting to be sure we were both clear on the point.

"Yeah. You've earned it," Mister Carson said. "You can meet Andy out by the riding barn, which is where they took Rusty. She used to be one of our best riding trail horses. Maybe with you, she can be again. You've got to learn how to handle a horse, so you might as well start with her. You said that she seems to trust you. Now we'll find out." Mister Carson turned away from me to address Cody. "Show this new riding student to the riding barn. Take him to Rusty's stall."

Mister Carson's barbed statements suggested that he didn't think I'd have much success with Rusty. He was dropping the question of whether or not I'd drugged Rusty. He was forcing me to put my faith in the connection I'd made with Rusty. All too soon, we would see who was right.


"Yes, boss," Cody answered. "This way, please, Mister Walton," Cody said to me as he gestured me to follow him. It wasn't easy but I hobbled on after him as best I could. I was glad to get out of the barn. I was a little concerned though, because several of the cowboys snickered at me as I hobbled past them. It could have been that they were laughing at me walking with crutches and a badly sprained ankle. It could also have been that they thought I was headed for trouble with Rusty, and was about to make a world class idiot of myself.

I didn't much care what they thought. I had stood up to Mister Carson, while respecting him in the process. I could have humiliated him, and he knew it. He did not come right out and say it, but I had earned his respect, by showing him respect. I didn't know much about real life cowboys, but I was learning.

The walk to Rusty's stall was deathly quiet. Cody did not speak to me. He looked back a couple of times to be sure that I was following him. He did slow his walking speed down, though. I was disappointed to note that Cody's jeans were not the butt hugging sexy ones I remembered. He was wearing a pair of comfortable looking jeans which allowed him a lot of freedom of movement. We made a slight detour to pick up some treats for the horses, carrots, apples and a few sugar cubes. Cody lead me directly to the stall that Rusty had been placed in.

"Here she is," he said simply. He stood back away from the open stall.

Rusty looked the same to me, as she had a short while ago. She seemed calm and her ears were perked forward. I leaned my crutches next to the barn wall and hobbled up to her as best I could. She looked at me as if this happened to her every day.

"I have something for you, Rusty," I said softly as I held out a carrot to her. She stretched her head towards me and began to chomp the carrot. It was gone in less than thirty seconds. She pushed her nuzzle next to my hand, as if asking me if I had anything more than the carrot. I brought out half of the apple Cody had given me. He'd cut the apple in half, as he intended to give the other half of the apple to some other horse. Rusty gently took the apple from my outstretched right hand and munched on it contentedly.

"Listen, ol' girl," I said to Rusty as I stroked her muzzle lovingly and fed her another carrot. "Would you like to go for a ride out there? With me?"

She tossed her beautiful head up and down a few times and nickered softly. Slowly I hobbled over to her and wrapped my arms about her soft neck in a gentle hug. "Cody!" I called out, hoping he was still around. He had left as soon as I'd given Rusty the first carrot.

"What?" Cody answered appearing a few seconds later.

"Could you help me with Rusty? She needs her saddle and bridle," I called out to him when he stopped several paces away from me and Rusty.

"What fer?" he demanded, looking at me strangely.

"She wants to go for a ride, and I need your help," I explained to him. "You know a lot more about horses than I do."

"Y'all got that right, greenhorn," Cody agreed. "But I ain't taking no chances with that she-devil of a horse. Mr. Carson never said anything 'bout handling her. You're on your own, greenhorn," Cody looked at me, daring me to push the issue.


"I'll do it," said the most wonderful voice in the universe. It was Andy. He had walked up behind me, unnoticed while I was talking with Cody. "Come on, this way," he said as he lead me and my newly adopted partner to another part of the barn. With Andy's help I learned how to saddle a horse and put a bridle on a horse. Andy moved with slow deliberate motions, and cautioned me to do the same. Horses, it seems, are easily spooked by strangers. Neither of us had ever worked with Rusty before, Andy explained, so it was very important to constantly reassure Rusty that we were no threat to her.

Rusty was equipped for riding. All that remained was for me to climb up into the saddle. This was going to be a lot easier said than done, since I still had a badly sprained right ankle, and no boot on that foot.

"Once you're mounted on Rusty, stay here, until I get Blizzard and join you," Andy told me, with a stern look.

"Yes, boss," I said meekly. Something told me that a short submissive answer was best. Usually I would given some off the cuff answer like 'I do not even know how to put this thing in gear, Andy.' Something told me levity was not appropriate right now.

Rusty neighed softly as Andy approached her. She trusted me, but was still leery about anyone else. "It's okay, ol' girl," I said to her as I patted her neck reassuringly. "I can't climb up on you without some help. Andy's going to help me up. Okay?"

Rusty looked at Andy as he stood there a few feet away and then tossed her head up and down slightly. With slow, unhurried and deliberate moves Andy approached Rusty and me. Slowly he braced my right side, taking as much of my weight off my right leg and ankle as he could, as I slid my left foot into the left stirrup of the saddle. Andy had a very firm hard gripe on my buttocks. Any other time I would have started moaning with joy, but this was not the time to be thinking about that sort of thing. (Mind you, dear reader, with a hunky handsome man like Andy, it's hard NOT to think thoughts like that, especially when Andy's dressed like a cowboy.) I grabbed the saddle horn firmly and Andy shoved me up and over the saddle while I swung my right leg out as far as I could. Andy used both hands on my ass to push me up, and I smiled to myself as I thought that he must have secretly enjoyed that very much. (I sure as hell knew I did!) It took me a few minutes to settle in and adjust myself to the strange feel of the saddle as well as the hardness. I gingerly put my right foot into the right stirrup and was relived to discover that there was only some slight discomfort. My booted left foot easily slid into the left stirrup. Carefully I took hold of the reins and softly spoke to Rusty.

"Steady girl," I soothed her. "Let's wait for Andy and Blizzard, okay?" Her respond was a soft neigh of agreement, and a gentle toss of her head. Otherwise she stood her ground waiting patiently.

I sat upon Rusty and watched as Andy walked over to a snow white stallion standing in an open stall a few stalls away from where Rusty and I stood. The stallion was already equipped for riding. Being a much better horseman than I, it took Andy only a few seconds to mount his beautiful white stallion. Slowly Andy edged Blizzard over to where Rusty and I waited. It wasn't a trot but a slow walk. I gulped nervously as I suddenly realized that I didn't know what was going to happen next. I had been told by Cody on the walk over to her stall, hat Rusty didn't like anyone near her not even other horses. I was trusting her not to hurt me, just as she had trusted me not to hurt her earlier.

Blizzard and Andy arrived and stood just in front of Rusty and I. Blizzard neighed at Rusty and waited for a return of his greeting. Rusty stretched her head and neck towards Blizzard and then slowly laid her muzzle along side of his. She neighed softly and then withdrew her head. "Gently press the toes of both of your feet into Rusty's sides to tell here to move forward. Pull gently on the bridle in the direction that you want Rusty to turn," Andy said to me as he began to give me my first riding lesson. Andy slowly pulled Blizzard about and trotted off towards the gate that lead to the riding pasture.


"Come on, girl. Let's go," I called out to Rusty and gently pressed my toes into her sides. Hesitantly she took a few steps and then fell into a canter as she tried to catch up to Blizzard. A few moments later as she came along side him, she slowed down to a trot that matched his. When we arrived at the gate to the pasture, Cody was already holding it open for us. We trotted through, and Cody quickly shut the gate behind us. The look of stunned amazement never left his face. While I was secretly pleased to see Cody looking so befuddled, I still did not understand why he and the other real cowboys were acting that way.

"Thanks for helping, Andy," I said to him as we rode beside one another. "I think she likes Blizzard."

"He sired her last foal, the one she lost," Andy said with quiet reverence. "It's a miracle that she's let him this close to her again."

"Maybe it is," I agreed with him. "Or maybe when she helped me through my pain, it helped her through hers."

Andy shot a look at me as if I were crazy, but he didn't say anything. He merely looked at me a bit longer and then a sad expression crossed his face. I looked back at Andy and blinked my eyes in confusion. He turned his attention back to Blizzard. His silent rebuff hurt. I suddenly understood that I was in Andy's world now. A world unknown to me. It was stupid of me to have made such a comment, especially when I knew nothing about horses or how to handle them. I should have known better, and kept my mouth shut. I silently vowed to follow Andy's example. Keep my mouth shut and my ears open. I looked down at Rusty's head, and shoulders. After a brief look over at Andy, and the clear disappointment written on his face, I couldn't bear to look at him anymore. I hung my head in silent shame, still unsure how it was that I had failed him. I knew only that I had failed him. After all the time that we had spent together, I could not possibility have been mistaken about the look Andy gave me. Andy's silent disappointment in me hurt more than any words he could have spoken. I was sure he knew that, too.