Hypnosis Microphone Novels & Stories

Raven pulled a chair to sit across me, before he began explaining, “Look here. It is made to record sound and send it to another person.” I frowned and looked at it again. It was so small, so how could it even perform such a task? “But how can something this small record anything?” He leaned forward, “Here.” He pointed at a small, dot-like thing, “Inside this, there is a microphone. It can pick up even a low voice. Every time someone talks in this room, the sound goes into this device.” “And then?” I asked. “And then it sends the sound through a signal,” he continued, “Like how our phone sends data to another person. Whoever planted this can listen to everything from far away. They don’t nee

Charlie nodded slightly before he said in a supremely majestic tone, “Luna, can you make sure that you remember and keep whatever I am going to say next in your mind for a lifetime until you die? You can never forget what I am going to say, okay?” Luna had already been completely hypnotized by Charlie, and Charlie’s hypnotism was assisted by spiritual energy. Hence, the intensity of his hypnosis far exceeded the psychological hint that the scumbag had been manipulating her with all this while. Luna hurriedly replied, “Yes, you can give me your orders. I will make sure that I go all out to fulfill it.”

Doctor Silva is seen busy preparing an aromatherapy diffuser and checking the mini sound system. Citra was grinning. "So, can Ishan eh ... Daven hear me when I'm being hypnotized?" asked Citra. "If you don't have a problem with abouth what you say when you're being hypnotized, I think it's okay. Today is relaxing, right?" Doctor Silva rolled her eyes at Citra and me.

The sound made my cock twitch. I set up my mics, pointed them at the shared wall, and recorded every gasp, every wet slide of her fingers. When she came, she let out this broken little cry that went straight to my balls. The next evening I waited until she got home. I played the frequency tuned to her recorded moans, feeding it back through the hidden speaker I had installed months ago for “testing.” I kept the volume low, almost like a whisper in the air. At first nothing. Then I heard her chair scrape. A confused moan. “What the fuck…” she whispered. Her breathing picked up fast. I watched the sound levels on my screen spike as she started panting.

He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they stiffened. They moved together toward the speaker wall. The massive subwoofers pulsed against their legs. Riley turned her, pressing her front to the vibrating surface. The bass thrummed straight into her nipples and clit. She moaned, the sound picked up immediately by the multiple angled microphones he’d set up around the space. “Everything’s recording,” he murmured against her ear. “Every sound you make.”

Jon said. “Keeps her between my legs.” “Wouldn’t you rather be between hers?” “Maybe someday,” she said and wriggled out of Eric’s grasp. She shuffled through equipment cases and found the microphones she’d read about in Dave’s notes the day before. She set them up from memory, making sure they were in the right location and the perfect distance from the drumheads. “You sure you haven’t done this before?” Eric asked as he watched her set things up.

The mistress’s voice reverberated back; it sounded fierce and bitter and hurt then it was followed by the slamming sound of a door jammed forcefully closed. The kids looked at themselves, stunned by the conversation. They tried to search for more conversation, but the other files they picked were just as inaudible or unclear as the previous ones. "It appears the device’s sensor only picks loud audio signals as stimuli to trigger activation and maintain recording efficiency, so our target would need to be really close to it or, better yet, really angry or excited enough to speak before they can be useful to us," Owen remarked, fiddling with the monitor's cord absentmindedly.

The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of vulnerability and raw desire that made my skin flush hot under his touch. What he didn’t know was that nestled secretly between the lacy cups of my bra was a small clip-on microphone, its tiny red light blinking faintly in the dim room, capturing every breath, every subtle gasp, and the low rumble of his voice. The cool metal of the device pressed against my skin, a constant reminder of the risky game I was playing, heightening the thrill even as his thumbs began to circle my sensitive peaks, drawing them to stiff points that ached for more.

Scene Opens – Helena’s Bedroom, The moonlight stretched long across the room as Helena sat at her desk, the soft hum of her laptop the only sound. Her fingers hovered over the touchpad before finally double-clicking the file titled: “LastRecording_Sophia.m4a” The voice that came through the speakers was faint at first, trembling—but unmistakably Sophia’s. “If you’re listening to this… it means my story didn’t end in silence.” Helena’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes shut slowly as the words washed over her.

Winked at herself and tilted her head back to swallow. She coughed a little where it stuck, and pulled a face. The microphone picked up the word, ‘Salty’ from the other side of the mirror, then moments later the guttural sound of Theo getting very close to climax, then backing off before he went to far.