Hypnosis Feminine Novels & Stories

There was a powerful aura surrounding him, an aura that was both familiar and foreign to Nathan. Ezekiel tossed a contract toward Nathan. “Your wife contacted me two months ago, insisting I perform hypnosis on her.” Seeing Ezekiel’s professional badge, Nathan finally realized this was the globally renowned hypnotist people praised as nearly godlike. But he couldn’t understand—why would Isabella seek hypnosis? As he flipped through the contract Isabella had signed, his werewolf senses picked up a strange energy emanating from the paper. The listed services sent shockwaves through his mind:

Arya called out, causing Amaris to stiffen on his seat. Dropping his marine blue eyes from looking at the wood paneled ceiling, he focused it on Arya's quartz coloured ones and couldn't help but feel slightly mesmerized. She was indeed incredibly beautiful and if it wasn't for her closed off personality, he would have thought she was one of those fallen goddesses from the Hyacinth Kingdom. "Sir Amaris, what do you think you are doing?"

"Remember?" Trista shoved his hand away, her eyes full of suspicion. Cassian grabbed her wrist, and for the first time, the proud Alpha actually lowered his head. "I need you to 'treat' Samantha," he said, his voice low. "I want you to use that hypnosis—the kind that messes with the nervous system—to dig out the truth buried in her subconscious." Trista yanked her hand back as if he'd burned her. "No way."

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.

Lena frowned at his teasing. "You truly believe it isn't real?" she asked. Renz laughed. "To my very core, sweetheart. Female hysteria is just a term impotent, insipid men give to their unsatisfied lovers. If you insist on a proper diagnosis for your behavior, however, I'd say you have a delightful case of nymphomania," Renz offered. Lena rolled her eyes, no longer shocked by his boldness and arrogance. She was too relaxed to be bothered by him, and merely allowed him to hold her as she enjoyed the gentle after-glow of her climax.

I wasn’t scared, exactly, but the thought of upsetting Jenny was enough to make me come over all defensive. How did this happen? Had I been indoctrinated? I could just imagine Jenny waiting until I fell asleep every night, and then whispering hypnotic suggestions into my ear. You can’t argue against women’s ability to guilt trip the shit out of you. Well played, feminists, well played. “They are not mated,” agreed Nicopez. “Females drain the source of magic.” He looked up at the glowing ball sitting on top of his staff. “He could not produce magic of this power if he took part in sexual congress.”

"I doubt my husband will be as strong as you're." Holy shit! Does this woman know what she was saying? What she was.. implying? She was confessing it, even though, yes, she was under my hypnosis. But fuck, her inhibitions were crumbling. I leaned in closer, my breath mingling with hers. "That's a powerful admission. In this state, you can feel that touch.. light, teasing, building slowly. Does it make you warm inside? " She nodded, a soft whimper escaped her lips. "Yes, yes.. it's so warm. "

I asked again. "Does it look like one can stop with an injection like sexomone?" She was right. I was horny as hell right now. I couldn't control my urges. "Plus, I've been hypnotised ever since my capture. I was hypnotised to believe this was all right. I see no wrong in everything I do. I try to fight, but it’s fruitless. The more you fight against the sexomone effect, the more horny you become." She said. Damn. She was right.

' she thought after shaking her head. She then activated her Hypnosis. Looking directly at the man's eyes, she said, "Mr. Miller, I'm sorry but I'm not free. In fact, I will never have time for a meal with you. But I'm sure you won't mind, right? You also won't mind not having dinner or lunch with any other girl for a year, right? Oh, before I forgot, this means you can't 'do' any girl for a year. I'm sure you're okay with that, right?"

Her voice becomes softer and softer as another voice becomes more clear. “Luna Regent Iokaste Mason, I command you to come back to your body. By the will of the Moon Goddess, Selene, and Goddess of Witchcraft, Hecate, return to your form in good mind, good health, and good spirit,” I can hear Lady Camille drawing me back to where she is. I feel myself floating in the familiar emptiness of hypnosis before I open my eyes. “Iokaste, my child, are you alright? Where did you go?”