Feet Hypnosis Novels & Stories

Edward said. “There is no such thing as talking skeletons,” I repeated. Edward had me continue repeating the mantra while he turned on a metronome. The slow ticking of the metronome lulled me into a somewhat dazed state. Next, he described images to me; peaceful scenery, like the ocean at sunset, or a field of flowers, to help me relax. I started to breathe deeply and felt my heart rate slow down, and soon I was completely susceptible to Edward’s hypnosis…

Isabelle answered in her mind but the words didn’t leave her mouth in the physical world. “She cannot hear you anymore, Isabelle. It’s just the two of us now,” Hannah said to her. “Isabelle, can you hear me? Isabelle?” Doctor Felicia called her but there was no response from her patient. “Isabelle?” She called again but no answer. The doctor became worried that something had gone wrong with the hypnosis so she decided to end it and wake her up. “Alright Isabelle, I’m going to bring you back so when you hear me count down from five and clap my hands, you will wake up,” She said.

His entire body exploded like a watermelon. Jonathan Ferris watched on as Colton’s fist gradually got closer. “Colton, I thought you were very strong. Do you think you can defeat me with a single punch based on your evil punching technique? Get lost!” he snorted. Jonathan had a technique specifically for his feet. It was called Seven Kicks of Absolution. Roar! Jonathan let out a loud cry. Spiritual power filled his legs and caused them to double in size. Even his pants tore from the expansion.

What was funny about what just happened? “You see, I can do regular hypnosis, but with you… I didn't have to force any thoughts inside your head because they were already there.”

So, after confirming that Irvin had been pretending all this time, she went straight to the hypnotist and asked how to stop his memories from returning. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hardwell," the hypnotist said. "There's nothing I can do. Hypnosis has never worked on people with strong willpower. And Irvin's willpower is exceptionally strong." Grace lowered her gaze, deep in thought.

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.

Gray like a five-dollar whore on a Saturday night. First of all, going under hypnosis took longer that it should have, as though Chrissie's brain told her to stop looking for things that weren't there. Once she'd finally been relaxed and compliant, her mind refused to give any extra information from the last time. It didn't want to be bothered, and no one could figure out why.

[Seraphine's POV] Stepping stealthily, I broke the promise we both made earlier. I approached the carriage driver who was patiently waiting at the entrance without doing anything. I was pondering a possibility: Could I hypnotize him from this distance? I mean, I didn't want to waste my energy erasing his memories if I could hypnotize him from afar. ‘But I should give it a try,’ I thought to myself. The distance between us was about five meters, and I hid behind this concrete fence. I took a deep breath, calming my heart, and focused my power on my thumb.

Lying flat on the bed, limbs stretched out, he closed his eyes. Rose slipped into her professional tone, her voice gentle and rhythmic as she began the hypnosis guidance. Calvin’s breathing gradually slowed and deepened. The tension in his body began to ease as he drifted closer to sleep. Rose continued her soft, steady narration, the hypnotic words falling from her lips like a lullaby. Under the soft glow of a reading lamp, her handwritten notebook lay open beside her. She hesitated for a long moment, then finally flipped open the title page.

Sauna’s are apparently another fucking thing I can’t do while pregant. When they came out, Elder Frederick looked like he was going to pass out. But he drank some water and sat down on the floor. Asher joined him, sitting in front of my chair. “You can put your hands on him, that might make him more comfortable.” Elder Frederick said. I put my hands on his shoulders, as Asher sat in between my legs. “I’m going to hypnotize you now, Asher. The herbs in the sauna will make you more susceptible to it. Now follow my breathing, breathing in and out.”