Hypno Stories Novels & Stories

That was more money than I made in two months. “That’s a lot of money… I’ll stay,” I said quickly, trying to ignore how both of them were staring at me. Victor’s lips curved into a smirk. “Good. We like having you here, Serena.” The way he said my name made my pussy clench. They both looked at me like they wanted to bend me over the kitchen island right there, what’s with them and their attractiveness? Later that night… I was completely lost in my own world. Lying on my back in the middle of the huge bed of the guest room, legs spread wide open, my fingers were frantically rubbing my soaked pussy. My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books.

the doctor asked, and Regina happily handed her the thick binder full of her artwork. “And this week, we’re drawing faces. So I’m a little excited about that.” “These are quite good,” the doctor replied after handing Regina her binder. “When are we starting my hypnotherapy sessions?” Regina asked impatiently. “Tell me about a happy memory you have in France.” Regina rolled her eyes but still answered the question. “I watched a play at the French Opera house, understood nothing of the words, but the story was so powerful I was moved to tears.” “Tell me more.”

“I never asked questions. I don’t even know him. He offered a large sum of money and we were having financial difficulties with your father. I didn’t tell your father and I couldn’t deny the money. I wrote the story myself and kept it.” “I don’t understand,” Ludo said. “After you had showed interest in writing. An idea struck me, I started taking hypnosis classes from a good friend of mine at the hospital.” “Hypnosis?” “Yes and that’s how I fed you the whole idea but trust me, it wouldn’t have worked if your mind was against it. You accepted it, made it your own and wanted it to be written.” “All those nights we sat together. That’s what was happening. The soft music and all?” Ludo’s hand we

Scarlett questioned the hypnotist doctor about any additional side effects, her gaze shifting to where Anthony lay, his eyes closed as if in a deep sleep after being hypnotized by staring at a round, silver-like orb. The hypnotist had used a silver round orb that hung from a chain and spoke words that Anthony didn't want to hear as he moved the orb from left to right. Unconsciously, Anthony’s eyes followed the movement of the orb as he listened to the doctor's hypnotizing words until his eyes grew heavy and he fell into a deep slumber.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

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."

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.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

Dad looked grim when we finished and he nodded. He didn't make the same mistake I did. Instead, he found another hypno-therapist to help us: Doctor Jenkins. The woman was a legitimate Doctor of Psychology who used hypnosis when other techniques proved ineffective. Fortunately, her knowledge was extensive enough that she immediately recognized the effects of the post-hypnotic suggestions that other guy had planted in our minds. It still took several sessions for her to plumb the depths of our minds enough for us to recall everything that had actually happened.

“I remember I was chucked in the pool in Magaluf, I nearly…” “Drowned? You weren’t and you didn’t. We gave you that story. You’ve been coming here every month for the last twenty years. You don’t know you do it; it’s an impulse we’ve programmed in you. Every time you’re here we hypnotise you into believing you’ve done these things; refresh the images we want you to remember. Then we wipe the visit so that when you get home its as if you’ve never left. Otherwise you might do something extremely regrettable.” My mind was reeling; this was kidnapping, mind control, mad…definitely illegal.