Cerita Dewasa Hipnotis Novels & Stories

“Damn it. You woke up too quickly. It seems like my hypnotism is simply subpar compared to Madam Nephele’s.” Baby Robbie had always admired Jens’ talents. Although he had no idea whether Jenson’s hypnotism was superb or subpar, Baby Robbie still felt that it was very remarkable. “Jens, your hypnotism threw me into dream space within seconds. Hear this, I dreamed about Madam Nephele earlier, and she’s looking for a book...” Jenson was even more frustrated and spat out the words, “You remember your dream? It seems like my hypnotism merely lasted for a short time. Plus, it didn’t erase any of your memories. My power is simply child’s play compared to Madam Nephele’s.”

During a past session with Minnie, she made the very same proposal, saying that something from my past was blocking me from moving forward. Under hypnosis, I struggled to fall under her suggestions. The whole process was a fruitless experiment which yielded no unlocked memories or moments of enlightenment. “I want you to count to ten backwards, very slowly,” I remember her saying. “Imagine you’re standing behind a closed door. Now open the door and walk through it. What do you see?” It was nothing like the movies, and it left me frustrated. I thought it would be my one and only chance at unraveling my mysterious past.

Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism. I watched hypnosis videos with a spinning spiral and everything, with flashes of large, erect cocks of all shapes and colors. It started as an odd fascination, and with wanting to learn the ins and outs of why the kink turned people on, but it quickly became a Pandora’s box of exploration, as I found myself craving more and watching the videos in their entirety for my own arousal and enjoyment.

“See how your hips lift at minute 7? That’s anticipation. Your body knows denial is coming.” She squirmed in her chair, wet from the video alone. Sessions evolved. He bound her to a chair facing the desk. Edged her with a remote vibrator while he typed notes from the previous day. The buzz started low—vibrating against her clit while she watched him write: “Subject’s pupils dilate 3mm at mention of publication. Exhibitionist tendency confirmed.” She came the first time he read a draft aloud—his voice clinical, detached, describing her orgasms in scientific terms.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

Or big problem, I mentally correct myself as I catch a glance at his extra large cock. "Really?" he turns to me excitedly. "You won't tell anyone I'm gay will you?" he pleads. "Never crossed my mind. Your secret is safe as long as you don't tell anyone about the hypnosis. Do you want to try it?" "Sure, yeah... anything," he sighs. "Okay. Sit down and close your eyes. I'm going to hypnotize you and make it so you can get hard anytime you'd like." Dean does as he's told and I take out the transmitter as soon as his eyes are closed.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

he says. The beast of a man lowers himself so his face is between my legs, his big, grey beard tickling my open thighs as he sweeps his tongue against me. I use my fingers to spread myself, and his tongue finds my clit. He sucks until I cry out, and I buck harder, frantic. User 677 is going to make me come… and he knows it. He feels it. Yes. I’m ready. I’m fucking ready. But he’s not. He laughs as he pulls his face away, beard glistening. “You won’t come until I let you, you understand?”

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerc**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.

‘Name : Cade Sinclair Age: 28 years (DOB: 01/01/1992) Date of the Report: 09/22/2020 Examiner: [Redacted] Reason for Evaluation: Mr. Cade Sinclair has encountered significant emotional distress, stemming from the loss of his mother, Olivia Sinclair. Mr. C. Sinclair’s trauma has manifested into an unhealthy obsession with Elysian Reign, his former fiancé. Following a participation request by Mr. David Sinclair, Mr. Cade Sinclair’s father, Mr. C. Sinclair is under consideration for participation in a confidential and experimental hypnotherapy intervention. The purpose of this therapeutic approach is to facilitate the cessation of any persistent motivations to engage in further interpersonal in