Feet Hypnosis Novels & Stories

"But I'm more referring to other forms of physical contact. I believe the euphoria associated with controlled pain helps to access deeper states of consciousness, but if you're not comfortable with that sort of thing, we'll find another way." "How much pain...?" "Even a small amount can be hypnotic in the right context. Set the right mood with a bit of sensory deprivation and the mind plays all sorts of tricks," he said, his voice growing husky as he threaded a strand of her hair through his long fingers. "I don't need to leave a mark to make you writhe." She didn't doubt it. She was close enough now. "I see. And if I decide to trust you, but it turns out to be too much?"

Jeffrey reassured her. "I'm curious though..." Melanie smiled wryly. "I know there are many ways to make someone fall asleep. You can use hypnosis to make her dream of whatever you want, but how can it give her physical sensations?" "At a certain level, hypnosis can make your physical senses less sensitive. At least on the day of deep hypnosis, she won't be able to determine if anything felt off," Jeffrey explained. "You know hypnosis?" Melanie looked at him in surprise. "Just a bit." Jeffrey smiled.

Agnes asked calmly. Kate nodded in response. “It is very possible. I’m going to perform hypnosis on you Taylor so we can access your memories and find out what’s wrong”, she said in a gentle tone. "Are you ready?" Kate bobbed her head. She couldn't back down now. “Great! I’ll need you to relax and close your eyes. Clear your mind of all thoughts”. She took a deep breath following Agnes' instruction, closing her eyes, slowly feeling her consciousness slip away from her.

Charlotte’s POV I keep repeating the grounding steps my therapist taught me. Feel your feet on the floor. Count five things you can see. Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Release the tension in your shoulders. Return to the present moment. It should work. It worked during the last session. It worked on the farm. But here, inside the mansion where every sound echoes with the weight of history, every grounding technique dissolves the moment something unexpected happens.

“Jack. Jack Mueller. You need to wake up.” The intonations of my voice I keep within the same frequency as the radio static’s hissing ‘hhhhhuuusssss’ sound of a sustained expiration and use words carefully chosen and repeated in a rhythm that mimics the beat of a human heart. Coming round from unconsciousness and in precise combination with the radio static and the deliberate rhythm and frequency of my voice induces in him an extremely hypnotic state, allowing me to alter Junior’s consciousness, inserting my helpful advice and friendly direction at a mental point where he’s more suggestible than he would be in a full waking state.

He even remembered to remind me. He knew and remembered everything. And yet, he still cheated. His voice was hoarse while his breathing was ragged—like a dying fish gulping for air. A cold, sinking feeling spread through my body, like I'd fallen into an icy river. My limbs felt weak, and even my head felt unbearably heavy. Why would he send me a voice message while they were in bed? Did they get off on this? Without thinking, I called him. "Is there something wrong with the project?" I asked. "Or do your clients just not have wives and kids to go home to this late at night?"

James replied back, putting down the tea cup in its saucer. “How…?” Past life, reincarnation.. these stuffs seemed kind of superstition to Leevon. But for now, nothing mattered more than getting rid of all that. He wanted to start a smooth and healthy relationship with Calista and for that, he needed to know the truth about his nightmares and flashes. And moreover, why were they so prominent whenever hevwas with Calista …! “Hypnosis” … James replied, but added, “ I am not sure about that. I mean sometimes, the patient slips into it way too much that they ends up getting insane or loosing all of their memories.”

she counted backwards slowly and steadily, “Slowly, let go of your breath and here me count to ten” “I want you to relax and focus on finding that memory of her” A moment later, I felt my mind relax and drifted back to the memory of when I was at a club eight years ago. The memory of when I first met the woman who I thought to be the mother of my son. “You are back at the club. The first time you saw her. Find her” I could hear the faint voice of my hypnotherapist, but I felt I was far away from her. A distance where she would not reach my mind.

"Mr. Sterling." Oh sh*t, she knew me. "Hi" She shook my hand and said, "I'm a fan," even though I was not a celebrity, and we finally settled down after some more pleasantries. "So I heard you want to go through an hypnosis process." "Yes" "And do you know what that means?" "I mean, I guess." She went on to explain what the process actually meant and its consequences, which included sudden triggering of subconscious memories, emotional outbursts during the process, and a weak mental state after.