Feet Hypnosis Novels & Stories

At first, our children live only in the pack, until they learn to control the Power of the Beast. - The power of the beast? the girl asked, sitting down. “Dog hypnosis, as you called it.” Vela said it lightly and without offense. - The child will unconsciously influence others, including you. It's a tough time, but we'll help. There is also a huge plus in our children! They do not get colds and sleep well at night. And in the afternoon,” she said with anticipation, “in the afternoon we will all be happy to help.

“I can help with the sleep. With the dissociation. But it will require trust, and it will require you to go places you have been avoiding. Hypnosis, specifically the methods your father refined, can reach the parts of the mind that ordinary talk therapy never touches. It is not magic. It is focus, suggestion, and the willingness to let someone else hold the map for a while. Are you willing?” My mouth went dry. “Yes.” “Good.” He stood, moved to the side table, poured water into a glass, and set it near my hand. “Drink. Then look at me.” I drank. The water was cold. My fingers left prints on the glass. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he said. “You are safe here. Nothing will happen that you do not a

“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!”

"Miss Jackson, are you sure you want to undergo hypnosis? You should know that once it begins, it's irreversible. Your body will be controlled by an alternate personality, and you'll fall into a sleep from which you'll never wake up," the doctor asked gravely over the phone. "Yes, I'm sure," Nina replied calmly. Before the call ended, there was a sudden noise at the door—Lucas Spencer had returned. Nina hung up and silently walked to the living room.

“Look at me.” She tried to turn her head. I caught her chin gently but firmly, forcing her eyes back to mine. “Now,” I said quietly, letting the power seep into my voice, “we are going to talk.” Her breathing slowed. Too fast. Too sudden. I frowned. That wasn’t fear anymore. That was submission. Hypnosis. I let it settle over her, smooth and deep, like sinking into dark water. Humans folded easily under it. Always had. Always would.

“Flute?” Jenson spat out. Baby Robbie nodded. Jenson exclaimed, “What a ferocious hypnotist! She made me sleep for six hours straight and lose a part of my memories. If she had hypnotized me into murder or arson in those six hours, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.”

“Look at me, baby. Deep into my eyes. Feel how right this feels. You’ve felt it too, haven’t you? All those years I caught you staring at me in the hallway. The way you’d linger when I hugged you after games. Your body has always known the truth.” He tried to pull back, but I cupped his face with both hands, my thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Breathe with me, Elias. In… and out. That’s it. Good boy. Your mind is getting heavy, fuzzy around the edges. But keep breathing, it'll take you deeper, back to when you were younger. Remember how safe you felt in Mommy’s arms? How warm?” His eyelids fluttered. I had studied hypnosis for months, practicing on audio recordings of his voice I’d secretly coll

His hands gripped my calf, pulling my foot closer, and I could see the bulge growing in his pants, straining against the zipper. God, he was getting into it, the hypnosis weaving its magic, turning him into my eager slave. My mind swirled with filthy urges, wanting to grind against his face already, but I held back, savoring the slow burn. "That's perfect, David. You love this, don't you? Tasting your therapist's feet, making me feel good. Now, the other one. Suck harder. Make me wet with your mouth."

“Something that could help her feel better, even if just for a little while?” The doctor was silent for a moment, and I could sense her reluctance. “There is one option, but it’s not a permanent solution,” she said carefully. “We could use hypnosis to make her forget the kidnapping incident, at least temporarily. It would give her some relief from the memories, but it’s not without risks. The memories would eventually come back, and they could be even more frightening when they do because they’d be scrambled. We also can’t guarantee that she won't forget other important things. It’s a very risky procedure, Alpha.”

Walking to the side of Ada Wood, he was carried back to the treatment room in a princess style , and asked the doctor to put a thick plaster on her, so as not to hurt her hand again. Standing in the corridor, Aaron squints at the direction of the prosperous city. What the doctor said to him just now is still in his ear. "In the case of Miss Wood, the most direct and effective way to get her to speak is hypnotherapy, which can make her remember what happened that day, and then stimulate her to speak. However, there is a certain risk in doing so. Let alone who she depends on most, she may not accept the fact and will sleep forever. "