Hypno Slave Novels & Stories

’ Once Jenna had drifted off to sleep, Zivon sighed before taking some sleeping aids and laying in bed… He needed every bit of energy that he had tomorrow, and for good reason. The hypnotist that he had set his eyes on was the only heir of a family well-known for being masters at their craft… And even when she was only fifteen, she was already famous enough to be called a hypnosis prodigy. Alas, she had a condition that made her extremely picky with her clients… and knowing that she had turned down prime ministers before, he knew that the chances of her helping him were going to be slim. Even so… He still needed to try!

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.

The room is filled with a diverse mix of individuals, from high-profile celebrities to influential business tycoons, all united by their passion for slaves. Wanting to stay connected with my team, I effortlessly establish a mind link, a telepathic connection that ensures seamless communication throughout the evening. This unique ability allows us to strategize and coordinate our bidding efforts, giving us an edge over other participants. With this powerful connection, we can share information, discuss potential bids, and make split-second decisions without uttering a single word.

I said and Galaxy chuckled. “Take care” she winked and started walking out of my room. At the entrance, she stopped to face me," By the way, Starr. I heard there is a new slave and I think she is getting the attention of all the male omegas. I heard she is hot but unfortunately, she doesn't have a wolf yet. I hope you aren't attracted to her too?" When I heard her say a new slave, my mind ran to my mate. Was she the one?

With the ongoing turmoil in my mind, I wasn't in the mood for jokes. "Stop. Turn around." Strangely, I instantly obeyed his command. I froze in my tracks and turned to face him like a trained soldier. My brows furrowed in confusion. "What did you do to me?" He shrugged. "I simply made you useful. It's a spell that binds you to me. I can control your thoughts. Tell you what to remember and what to forget. The humans call it hypnosis but mine is more advanced." I felt my heart sink and my eyes widened when realization dawned upon me.

I would agree with anything this man said right now—that gives me as much anxiety as excitement. "Of course, I don't mind being a slave!" I blurt out. Satisfaction seems to roll off Azrael's tongue when he chuckles darkly into my ear. He then leans closer, whispering into it. "Good, because I have another job for you," I'm having palpitations. "And what is that?"

They were at a stalemate. Sloan glanced down at his dick. His cock was now perpetually half-mast and sensitive to the breeze. He wasn't sure what would happen next. He supposed whoever's desire controlled them would give up first. As far as Sloan was concerned, if he gave in to this sexual hunger, he was the slave Octnavin called him. And he would be damned to let that happen. He was no one's slave. He closed his eyes and listened to the whoosh of the waves. the calming sounds didn't soothe his rioting emotions.

I could hear the pressure of his teeth chattering. I've never been more confused in my life than I was now standing between two Handsome devils ready to rip the other apart. “Alpha Hades this is my first time getting a slave but it's disrespectful to see you cheat me on my purchase. The sold tag is placed on her making me her master and she my slave…” Alpha Hades steps forward sending his fist smashing his hard knuckles onto his face followed by a sharp kick sending him to the floor with a large thud breaking through the room as I shudder from the pain he must be going through.

Chad nodded and led Suri to the backyard, entering the prepared treatment room. Suri was excited yet nervous. Chad smiled at her and said, "Relax and watch my hand." Despite Chad's reassurance, Suri remained tense. However, as soon as she looked at Chad's hand, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, and her mind went blank. Chad snapped his fingers next to Suri's ear, causing her to lose self-awareness completely. This was the oldest form of hypnosis, also known as psychotherapy. Chad then commanded Suri, "Follow my instructions, undress!"

And suddenly, I was looking at him differently. “I don’t remember who,” I said after much contemplation. “It wasn’t physical. It was inside my mind.” His jaw clenched. “Then it’s worse than I thought.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “He didn’t just hypnotize,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “He made you his Blood slave.” My breath caught. “Blood slave?” “Was it Eryx?” He asked all of a sudden, and my body jerked.