Feet Hypnosis Novels & Stories

Ellena said, "You mean it has the possibility of recovering its own memory?" "Well, look at it in this way." Spencer thought for a moment and said, "Hypnosis is not as good as other people say. After all, it is just a psychological suggestion. If the hypnotized person overthrows his own psychological suggestion, then the hypnosis might start to lose effect."

She heard that those who underwent hypnosis would feel refreshed as if they had entered into a new world. Noah smiled. "Sure. Let me grab something." Five minutes later, he came back with a pocket watch. "Look at this, try to blink as little as possible, and just relax,” he said in a pleasant and gentle voice, which sounded quite bewitching. Slowly, Zoelle closed her eyes following his instructions. After some time, she slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight was not as bright as before she had gone under. Stunned, she took her phone out to check the time. She had slept for three hours.

“It doesn't matter with who. You just have to have sex everyday. From now on, you are an insatiable cum pot for men. It's your true purpose,” “Yes.” “Good girl. When I count to five, I will snap my fingers and you will wake up. When you wake up, you will start drinking like the party animal that you are. You will order for whatever you want. Drinks, drugs, men, women, everything you are used to. You will go downstairs to dance. You will spend the whole night dancing, drinking, getting high, fucking. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “When you wake up, do not remember this hypnosis. Everything is your thoughts, your desire, your truth!”

I smelled the sour stench coming off it and forced it down even as I gagged. I had tried looking for work, but there was nothing I could do with my injured legs. I could not even manage the simplest manual labor. With no other choice, I could only beg for money with that old man and sleep under a bridge to stay warm. Fortunately, I still had the old homeless man with me. But one night, he came down with a high fever. I panicked and wanted to take him to the hospital, but every driver who passed refused to let us in once they saw what we looked like. Looking at his feverish face, I hated my useless legs for the first time.

I don’t really remember her going to school, or maybe I was too little when she did. "I know you hate me because you think I have done everything wrong to you, but trust me, I didn’t," I said that, but my voice cracked at the end because technically my wolf did do it. The confusing part was that Mr. Holt has used hypnosis very cleverly. He used it to make me look like I was controlling him. He made me do things, which in turn made me look like a controller.

I jerked into a sitting position and mumbled, "Let's see how it is going." Cupping my hands around her cheeks, I hold her head in place, "Look into my eyes." Her eyes slid to mine and I stared deep within them. Taking a deep breath, I channeled my hypnotizing powers, and commanded her, "Get up and sprint around the lawn doing 10 laps." I waited for her pupils to dilate, her shoulders to slouch, her body to stand and follow my command. A whole minute passed and nothing happened. I felt so elevated that I couldn't stop grinning, "There you go."

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.

That wasn’t how it worked. Number 3’s situation was another good point to look at. When she resolved herself to never give up any information, Mane used Words of Power to get the words out of her mouth. How was that possible? After all, Words of Power could physically force her to open her mouth, but it couldn’t bring the words out of it. What Mane did was simple really. He used Words of Power to bring up mists and illusions that clouded Number 3’s judgement, and then he was able to successfully hypnotize her. He studied Hypnosis from his 3rd Master – the Spiritualist. And he was pretty good at it. It was just that Number 3’s mind was firm so Mane had to use mists and illusions to disorient

FOULED, she said with an almost guttural growl and Richard had shuddered, giving the doctor the green light, telling him to go ahead. Ponds vowed in a thin, whispery voice to try his best. He added solemnly that sometimes the hypnosis therapy, at the very least, had helped other patients in cases like this live out their lives in comfort and in less pain. He used a simple, post-hypnotic suggestion, instructing Michelle Franklin that her body would start to heal, start repairing itself from the inside out. Ponds told her whenever she experienced distress, felt any kind of fatigue or pain that she would merely close her left hand into a fist and once she did, everything would grow calm and bec

"You mean, my heart isn't in pain, but my heart and consciousness feel like it's hurting?" "Yes. After all, although hypnotists are powerful, they're not real gods. It's impossible for them to control your sense of pain. This is a kind of hypnosis. Hypnosis is a spiritual suggestion. That suggestion is probably for you to spoil your fiancée. If you don't follow it, you'll feel that your heart is hurting." Julien's knuckles cracked. "I understand. Can you undo it?"