The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"I'll keep that firmly in mind Sergeant," I said with a warm smile. The smile was to put the Sergeant at ease, although it seemed ineffectual. His subtle yet brief reaction had told me that part of him wanted to do the dog and chicken routines and that he found such scenarios erotic. Oh this is going to be fun. For both of us. The challenge was to get him to that situation and in that state of mind.

How best to proceed though? I could've just tapped him on the forehead and zapped him into trance, but that would've been too easy, and not much fun. I couldn't use the handshake shock induction as he would be wary of that, and in his present guarded frame of mind he would most likely not permit it. I considered using the handshake interruption induction, but decided to save that for another time. Yes, I could have easily convinced him otherwise, but again what fun was there in that? Part of the joy I derive in hypnotizing guys is finding new and interesting ways to hypnotize them. The Sergeant might want to go back into hypnosis but it was clear that he still had reservations about doing it. I wanted to somehow drag out the induction and see the Sergeant slowly melt into hypnosis in front of me. I might never get another chance to hypnotize this Marine and I wanted to enjoy every single second of hypnotizing him. (Was that bad of me dear reader? Was that naughty of me dear reader? If so, so be it. Sometimes it feels so damn good, to be bad.) It wasn't like I had to work tomorrow. I could afford to stay up late. I suppose I should've asked the Sergeant. if it was okay with him but if the answer was going to be no, I really didn't want to know that. If he wasn't willing to play tonight, he shouldn't have come over. Then an idea came to me. A good idea. A wonderful idea. A slightly sneaky idea. An idea worthy of my talents and abilities.

"Just let me get something and we can start Sergeant," I told him as I stood up and headed off to the storage room.

"Okay sir, I guess," the Sergeant called out to me as I left the room. It wasn't like he had much chance to object, since I was off in a flash. I hoped it wouldn't take me too long to find the equipment I was looking for. (Sorry to disappoint you dear reader but it wasn't anything kinky. We're not talking about whips chains, leather thongs, slave collars or anything like that.) I had to rummage around in a couple of boxes but I finally located the object in question. I headed back into the living room and placed the object on the coffee table in front of the Sergeant. I sat down in my chair.

"What in the world is that, sir?" Asked the Sergeant, looking at me as if I'd suddenly lost my mind or maybe temporarily misplaced my sanity somewhere.

"Don't you recognize a snowman snow globe when you see one, Sergeant?" I asked with a smile on my face. The snowman snow globe had a solid white base that was a half globe with a flat bottom. On top of that was the snowman's torso, which was a clear glass sphere. On top of that was the snowman's head which was made of frosted glass, with a bit of air in the top quarter of the sphere. A slightly clear red stovepipe hat sitting at an angle was atop the snowman's head. The expected 'black lumps of coal eyes' along with the 'red carrot shaped nose', all formed of hard plastic, completed the snowman's face. On the inside of the snowman's base was a tiny little fan perched on a pedestal. Covering the pedestal and the entire floor of the inside base of the snowman snow globe was a small layer of glittery metallic confetti. I'm sure you've seen this material before. It catches and reflects the light as it moves about. There appeared to be three small LED light located in the base as well, but they were dark. The clear glass sphere that comprised the snowman's torso had glittery snowflakes sprinkled across it.

"Yeah but what the heck does that have to do with hypnosis?" The Sergeant asked puzzled.

"Nothing at all, Sergeant. I just thought you might find it interesting. Watch closely, Sergeant," I answered, as I stood up and walked about the room turning all the lights down to their lowest settings. The room was either romantically lit or gloomy depending on your perspective. In either case, it would be much easier for the Sergeant. to see the snowman snow globe in just a few seconds. I returned to my chair, leaned over and flipped on the switch at the base of the snowman snow globe. The snowman's inside turned green for a few seconds, and then the green transitioned to blue. A few seconds after that the blue light changed to red and the small fan in the snowman snow globe base started to spin. Quickly the moving water stirred up the small glittery metallic confetti and it began moving all through the snowman's torso and head. It was a very captivating display. The entire room was bathed in the light from the snowman snow globe. When the red light changed back to green, the fan stopped spinning but the glittery metallic confetti continued to move about in the snowman's torso and head. The pattern of light changes continued to repeat the same sequence, with the fan running only when the red light was shining.

"Hey, that's cool," said the Sergeant.

"I thought you might like it, Sergeant," I said with a grin. "I enjoy looking at it. It reminds me of happy times, like Christmas when I was a kid. I enjoy looking at it. Don't you?" (By now, dear reader, you must have guessed where this was going. If not, then pay attention closely to what happens next.)

"Yes, it is nice to look at. It's kind of early to be bringing out a Christmas decoration, isn't it?" The Sergeant asked, as he turned away from the snow globe and looked at me. He smiled at me at me, and I interpreted the odd look he gave me to mean 'are you sure you know what the heck you're doing'. The Sergeant was getting just a little confused by all this, which was exactly what I wanted.

"Yeah, it's early for Christmas," I agreed and a warm tone of voice. "You're supposed to watch it closely, Sergeant! Now carry out your mission, Marine!" I barked at him.

"Sir, yes sir!" The Sergeant said, caught by surprise at the sudden authority in my voice. He jerked upright and sat stiffly on the sofa, his eyes locked on the snowman snow globe. "Paying attention and watching closely, sir!" He said, acknowledging my order. Indirectly he was also acknowledging my authority over him and that was what I had needed to establish. The trick now is to keep that authority without coming on too strong.

"Very good, Sergeant. Continue to pay close attention to the changing coloured lights in the snowman, like a good Marine, because that's what you are aren't you, Sergeant?" I asked. This would've been so much easier if I had been planted some mental commands into the Sergeant's mind but I hadn't done that yet. I'd have to figure out some way of doing that before too long, or else this induction might not work as I intended it to.

"Sir, yes, sir! I'm a good Marine, sir! I always carry out my mission, sir!" The Sergeant replied. He flicked his eyes over at me for just a second and grinned, before returning to lock his eyes on the snowman snow globe. Good he was playing along and didn't really have any objections to my giving him a mission as silly as this one seemed to be. Again, he was acknowledging my authority over him even if it wasn't on a serious conscious level.

I thought about briefly touching his hand or putting my hand on his shoulder as an active encouragement, but quickly realized that physical contact could be more of a distraction or a disruption than would be advisable at this stage of the game. I fell back on my tried and true method. "Look me in the eyes for a few seconds Sergeant, and tell me you're a good Marine and that you'll carry out your mission. I don't believe a man, not even a Marine, unless he has the guts to look me in the eyes," I said sternly. (Of course, dear reader, you know why I was having him look me in the eyes. All the better to use my super hypnosis powers on him.)

The Sergeant blinked a few times and then slowly shifted his eyes so that he was looking directly into my eyes. "Sir, yes, sir! I'm a good Marine, sir! I will carry out my mission to the best of my ability, sir!" He barked at me.

There was a kind of funny grin on his face as he recognized the humor of the situation. Here I was, a guy who in no way could command a Marine in real life, and I had the audacity to be claiming to give him orders much less a mission. He was willing to play along with this silly scenario. I smiled back at him acknowledging his sense of humor about the whole thing. Of course what the Sergeant. didn't realize is the mental commands that I was sending into his mind while he was looking into my eyes and smiling. 'You will follow my every suggestion Sergeant. It will seem normal and natural for you to do so. Each suggestion will take effect easily and effortlessly. It won't surprise you and won't concern you. When I bring to your attention that you are going into hypnosis Sergeant, you'll feel so good that you won't want to resist the idea anymore. In fact you won't be able to stop yourself from going deeper and deeper into a hypnotic trance.' That should take care of any resistance the Sergeant might have. Now on to business.

"Isn't it fascinating the way that the lights melt from one color to the next? from red to green to blue and back to red. Again and again. Over and over. So smooth so easy so mellow. Just so fascinating to watch the colors change, isn't it?" I asked him.

"Yeah, it's cool, sir," the Sergeant agreed.

That wasn't exactly the response I was hoping for. It looked like I'd have to stretch of the induction just a little bit more, to deal with the Sergeant's resistance. At least he was getting used to calling me 'sir'. That was progress. Then I thought about that for a half a second, and realized it was second nature for the Marine to address me as sir. They called all men sir, even civilians. It was a form of respect, not submission.

"Sergeant, as you watch the coloured lights and the bright shiny bits of metal confetti moving about the snowman's torso, I want you to remember what it felt like to you, when you were hypnotized earlier this evening by me. Can you do that for me, Sergeant?" I asked.

"Okay, sir," The Sergeant answered, as he continued to stare at the snowman snow globe.

"Slowly as you watch the coloured lights change, let you mind go back to the memory of what it felt like in your mind. It is important for you to remember what your body felt like when you were hypnotized, Sergeant," I said to him.

"Right, sir," the Sergeant said. I could hear the doubt in his voice.

"Each time you see the cool blue light let yourself remember how calm and clear your mind was. When you see the soft green light, remember how relaxed and loose your body felt. The warm red light reminds you of how warm and happy you felt sinking deeper and deeper into hypnosis," I said. I was pilling on a lot of suggestions at the Sergeant, but that was the idea.

"Okay, sir," the Sergeant replied, the doubt in his voice still present.

"The wonderful thing is that as you use your powerful ability to concentrate and carry out your mission, Sergeant, some remarkable things will happen. When you've seen the cool blue light a few times, Sergeant, the word calm will just tumble out of your mouth automatically. When you've seen the soft green light a few times, the word relax will pop out of your mouth without you even realizing it. Seeing the warm red light a few more times, will cause you to say the word deeper as you do in fact feel yourself drifting down deeper and deeper into hypnosis," I instructed him.

The Sergeant just sighed but didn't say anything. I knew he was hearing me, but he was rapidly becoming fixated on the snowman snow globe as my mental commands kicked in. I let the lights cycle through a couple of times before I continued speaking.

"Just keep watching, Sergeant, like a good Marine would," I said.

"A good Marine, yes, sir," the Sergeant sighed. The light became blue.

"Calm," the Sergeant said softly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear him. The blue light changed to green.

"Relax," the Sergeant said even more softly. The green light was replaced by the red light and the fan started up again.

"Deeper and deeper," the Sergeant whispered. I could barely hear him.

"You sound like some mousey little girl, Sergeant! Speak up! Talk like a Marine! You are a Marine, aren't you Sergeant?" I barked at him. I did my best to sound like a commanding officer.

"Sir, yes, sir! I am a Marine, sir! Relax, sir!" the Sergeant barked back at me. The light was green and was starting to shift to red.

"Deeper and deeper, sir!" the Sergeant barked.

"The deeper you go, the better you feel, Sergeant, and the better you feel the deeper you go. Always going deeper, always feeling better," I told him. "Now, each cycle of the lights changing colour is twice as powerful as the last cycle." It was time to push the Marine as deep as I could take him. The fascination of looking at the changing colours of the lights would wear off quickly.

"Calm, sir!" The Sergeant said as the blue light washed over him. His head was starting to nod forward as his body started to relax. He was starting to have to put some effort into keeping his head held up.

'Perfect', I thought to myself.

"Relax, sir!" Said the Sergeant. I could see that his legs were starting to spread open at the knee. His shoulders had dropped a bit and his arms, which earlier were held stiffly at his sides, were starting to loosen up.

"The green light relaxes your body more and more, Sergeant. It feels so good to relax, that soon and very soon indeed you will not want to fight that feeling. You'll welcome the green light knowing that your body will become more relaxed, limp and loose each time that the green light appears," I said to the Sergeant.

"Sir, yes, sir! Deeper and deeper, sir!" The Sergeant agreed. (Like he had a choice in the matter, dear reader?)

"Your mind becoming more empty and calmer each time you see the blue light, Marine," I said.

"Calm, sir," the Sergeant agreed as the blue light washed over him. I could see his lips twitch slightly as if he was fighting not to smile.

"Relax, sir," Said the Sergeant.

"Deeper and deeper, sir," reported the Sergeant.

"The next time you see the red light Sergeant, you'll realize you are being hypnotized by looking at the light, and you can say anything at all that you want," I told him. I needed a bit more feedback about how he was progressing.

"Calm, sir," reported the Sergeant.

"Relax, sir," said the Sergeant right on cue when the light turned completely green.

"Deeper and deeper, sir. I am hypnotized, sir. I can't look away from the lights, or stop listening to your voice, sir. It just feels so good to keep going deeper, sir," the Sergeant reported.

"Good job, Marine. Keep going deeper," I encouraged him. I waited for the next cycle of lights.

"Calm, sir," said the Sergeant as the blue light came around.

"Relaxed, sir," the Sergeant said as he admitted to what was in fact happening to him. The green light was replaced by the red light. "Deeper and deeper, sir. I want to keep going deeper, sir," the Sergeant told me. He seemed earnest in his desire to deepen his trance. That was fine with me.

"You no longer need to speak when you see the lights change colour. In a few moments more, Marine, those wonderful lights will take you back down in your mind to where you were a short while ago. You'll be back in your deeply enjoyable, profound hypnotic trance. Your eyes will close easily and naturally as your entire body goes loose and limp. Your body will topple over onto it's right side as you give in and fall into a hypnotic trance that is ten times deeper than before. A big happy grin will break out on your face when you feel yourself lying on the sofa, and you will be profoundly happy. The smile will last ten seconds or so, and then your face will become as relaxed and limp as the rest of your body. You will be a deeply hypnotized, relaxed, happy, and obedient, Marine," I said in a soft but firm voice.

"Sir, yes, sir," the Sergeant replied, speaking thickly.

Already I could see that my suggestions were taking hold. The Sergeant's body was starting to sway slightly as the lights changed colour. The lights cycled three more time, and the Sergeant's body was still upright. He was starting to sway as the lights played over him, but he wasn't toppling over. I decided he needed a little help. I leaned forward and pushed on the Sergeant's left shoulder, and that was all it took. He toppled over onto his right side and fell onto the sofa. Just as he had been instructed a big happy sappy grin blossomed on his face as he lay there on the sofa. The grin faded away a few seconds later.

So I had achieved my goal. I had a hot, sexy, hunk of a Marine Sergeant lying on my living room sofa, in a very deep state of super hypnosis. Let the fun begin! (You might have noticed, dear reader, that I did not ask for any suggestions or assistance from you. This assignment I can manage on my own, thank you very much.)

"Continue to go deeper with each word that I utter and with each breath that you take, Sergeant," I told him.

"Sir, yes, sir," the Sergeant answered sleepily.

"I am going to look you over for a few minutes, Sergeant, while you lie there on the sofa and go so deep into hypnosis that you can let go as much as you want," I told him.

"Sir, yes, sir. Going deeper, sir," the Sergeant agreed.

I stood up and walked over to the hypnotized Marine. I bend over slightly and got a good look at that Marine butt, in those Dress Blues class C uniform pants. Up close those pants were even more snug than I had hoped they would be. They were tight. Not skin tight but close to it. There was no chance that the Sergeant was carrying his wallet, if he had one, in either of his back pockets. I let out a soft sigh of disappointment at that discovery. Nobody is perfect, after all.

The Sergeant was lying on top of his right arm, such that his right hand was peeking out from underneath that studly torso of his. His handsome head was resting on the sofa pillow, and it looked a bit uncomfortable. His left arm and hand had fallen forward so that his hand was blocking my view of the front pelvic area of his pants. I had to correct that situation right away. I walked over so that I was standing in front of the coffee table, directly in front of the toppled Marine. I bent over and turned off the snowman. I was done with the snowman for the evening. Quickly I went over and turned the room lights back to normal levels. I wanted to see this Marine whom I had hypnotized.

"Stand. Open your eyes and tell me who you are and who I am, Marine," I said in a firm hard voice.

The Sergeant jumped to his feet, snapping to attention. He looked straight ahead while he spoke. "I am Sergeant Dan Miller, sir! I am very deeply hypnotized, by you sir! I am at your command, sir! My mission is to take your orders, sir, and carry them out to the best of my ability, sir!" His face was deadpan serious.

I looked him over as he stood there. He was a magnificent figure of a man. (On a side note, dear reader, aren't most Marines magnificent looking men? This Marine, in my not so humble opinion, was a cut above your average hunky Marine.) It took a great deal of effort not to grab him in a big hug and start running my hands over that hot uniformed body. I ran my eyes over his body as he stood there. It did not take me long to notice that he was at attention in more ways than one. He had a huge erection in his pants which due to the snug cut of his trousers was blatantly evident. The material was under a great deal of strain, and there was no way the Sergeant could not be aware of this fact. The stone cold at attention expression on his face, suggested that he was doing his best to either ignore the situation, or to not bring it to my notice. Had I had been sitting across the room from the Sergeant, and the room was pitch black, then I would probably not have noticed, but otherwise, no.