Erotic Hypnosis Stories Novels & Stories

If I believed in hypnosis, her tone and cadence would have made me think she was trying to hypnotize me into being their willing slave. But hypnosis wasn't necessary. Climaxing as hard as I was (it was still flowing through me) was enough to make me completely subservient to their needs.

You think I’m going to pin you down and fuck you senseless, don’t you? You’re imagining me buckling into a harness, strapping on something thick and unforgiving, and playing the part of the ruthless domme you’ve been craving. You want me to let you scream, thrash, and lose yourself in those twisted fantasies that make your pulse race and your thighs slick. I can see it in the way your chest heaves, your wrists tugging against the silk ropes that bind you to your own bed, spread wide and vulnerable. The air’s thick with your anticipation, your scent, your need. Those little hints you’ve been dropping—the way you arch your back, the stories you’ve let slip about the things you’ve done—you’re n

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra. At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice guided me under while he fucked me slowly, pumping load after load into my pussy and making me hold it in. “Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.”

I bit my lower lip and then slowly started moving my fingers inside my pussy again. ‎His eyes followed the movement like he was starving. ‎I tried closing my eyes but he stopped me. "Open your eyes and look at me while you fuck yourself, Sophie," he ordered, not loud, but firm enough to make my body react before my mind could. ‎Our eyes locked, and the air around us thickened instantly. ‎His breathing hitched, and I watched him quickly unbuckle his jean belt, and his cock sprang out. ‎I gasped. His dick is so long and thick.

Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Uncontrollable shivers. Fingers slid deeper, parting walls. "Oh yeah... harder... add another!" Hollered whisper. He pumped three now, stretching sore pussy. "Dirty girl three fingers for brother's anytime hole. Love the pain? Beg for cock again." "Yes, fuck more!" Another small climax, body trembling. He chuckled, pulling fingers out, making me suck them clean tasting us mixed. "Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you."