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Or big problem, I mentally correct myself as I catch a glance at his extra large cock. "Really?" he turns to me excitedly. "You won't tell anyone I'm gay will you?" he pleads. "Never crossed my mind. Your secret is safe as long as you don't tell anyone about the hypnosis. Do you want to try it?" "Sure, yeah... anything," he sighs. "Okay. Sit down and close your eyes. I'm going to hypnotize you and make it so you can get hard anytime you'd like." Dean does as he's told and I take out the transmitter as soon as his eyes are closed.

Mj closed her hands into fists. Julie knew this was her in so she took a chance, “You know my brother and I could help you with that” she offered and Mj’s head jerked up looking at her with a curious but furrowed brow, “what the hell are you talking about doc?” Mj said with a masked excitement in her voice and Julie tried as hard as she could to contain her own excitement, the doctor licked her lips “my brother and I also specialize in hypnotherapy” she said and Mj’s face contorted more. "Hippo what?” she said and Julie threw her head back laughing. “It’s hypnosis” the doctor began to explain “basically the mind is like a maze, and sometimes when we experience a trauma our brain doesn't thin

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

"True. He's making progress. And I know that we can't hospitalize him until he regains all his memories. But there's a need to approach matters like this with caution.” Evans frowned. "What can be done?" Dr. Myers hesitated before saying, "There’s a specialist. Dr. Aaron Muller. He’s a hypnotherapist. He works with patients like Jasper. He helps them unlock lost memories through hypnosis." Evans’ eyebrows shot up. "Hypnosis? Isn’t that… frowned upon?" The doctor held up a hand. "Yes. Hypnosis is a controversial practice but Dr. Aaron's procedures have been better and approved. And it works. Sometimes."

Chris Jnr shook his head as he noted that his mom’s behaviour didn’t fit any of those described by Neil. “What about memories?” Chris Jnr asked after rationalizing his thoughts “Can they be altered?” “Yes.” Neil nodded “there are several drugs on the black market and if used in combination with hypnosis, it can give incredible results.” “But that too, I am yet to see one that can achieve results in a week.” Neil added correcting himself as he saw Chris Jnr’s eyes lighting up. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, right?” Chris Jnr eyes sparkled as he looked at Neil without blinking.

His wolf ears twitched, trying to pick up any clues in Ezekiel’s words. Ezekiel replied, “Do you believe in reincarnation?” Nathan narrowed his hawk - like eyes. “Past lives?” Ezekiel continued, “If you’re willing to undergo hypnosis, I believe you’ll understand why your wife has changed so drastically. But I must warn you—hypnosis can lead to life - altering revelations. You’ll need to be mentally prepared.” Nathan scoffed at the absurdity. “Nonsense.” His wolf instincts told him this was something strange, but his rational mind refused to accept it.

Emma was curled up on the living room couch in a loose white tank top and tiny pink cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, scrolling through her phone while a rom-com played softly in the background. Ryan lounged in the armchair across from her, pretending to play on his own phone. In reality, he had spent the last three weeks perfecting **“HypnoControl”** — a secret app he’d coded in his computer science classes. It used subliminal audio triggers, visual pulsing patterns, and deep-embedded suggestions that could be delivered through any screen or speaker. Once installed and activated, it could rewrite obedience, arousal, and memory in the target’s mind with terrifying preci

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.”

He made me look like a cheap woman who was begging him to get me pregnant. “Sorry, but I'm not ready to do it yet. Until this phobia is gone, then I won't be able to touch you." "No, no, no! You sure can. We can use hypnotherapy to cure you. So please, get me pregnant.” “Sorry, but I'm not ready to do it yet. You better go home and clear your mind at home. I have a meeting with my client. See you at home."

“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.”