Hypnosis Microphone Novels & Stories

He picked up the shirt he had tossed aside and felt around in the collar. There it was, a tiny microphone, almost easy to overlook, but still functional. He settled down on the floor, opened his laptop, plugged in the microphone, and began pulling the audio. The recording wasn’t long, but it was very clear. He quickly scanned through it until he found the section he needed. “You’ll live,” he heard her say. He paused the playback, then rewound it. “Who are you?” His recorded voice came from the laptop’s speaker. “I’m the one keeping you alive,” came her response.

I stated emotionlessly as I walked over to the table where Alessandro stood silently watching me as I took the chair, placing it in front of my victim "Who do you work for?" I asked. The woman lunged forwards trying to headbutt me but I moved back in time. "Alessandro," I called out as I turned to him. He immediately leaned up from the wall waiting for me to talk. "Could you pass the forceps, a gag and 4 gloves?" He nodded doing as asked, it didn't take much time for him to find them since he soon approached me with the items. He handed them to me, I gave him one of the gloves before speaking. "Hold her mouth open."

The place held its breath, waiting, like it knew something was coming. Fifty minutes before anything started, I was already there. A tiny recorder found its spot behind a wobbly wood panel inside the worn cabinet, angled just right to catch every word. From there, sound filled the room without notice, feeding silently into the hidden mic stitched along my collar - feeding straight into an app on my phone where each syllable flowed live and saved itself instantly. Fingers still, I checked each gadget one after the other.

Yet, under the force of my slight bump, the entire heavy brass fixture unscrewed with an unnatural, sickening smoothness. ​A cold bead of sweat broke out at the nape of my neck. ​Slowly, deliberately, my fingers traced the hollow underside of the brass base. My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. Tucked inside a deep recess, wired directly into the copper power line, was a tiny, black tube shaped device no larger than a cigarette filter. A microscopic LED lens blinked a faint, rhythmic red in the dim lamplight. ​A live microphone. Listening to every word we had just spoken.

“I can help with the sleep. With the dissociation. But it will require trust, and it will require you to go places you have been avoiding. Hypnosis, specifically the methods your father refined, can reach the parts of the mind that ordinary talk therapy never touches. It is not magic. It is focus, suggestion, and the willingness to let someone else hold the map for a while. Are you willing?” My mouth went dry. “Yes.” “Good.” He stood, moved to the side table, poured water into a glass, and set it near my hand. “Drink. Then look at me.” I drank. The water was cold. My fingers left prints on the glass. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he said. “You are safe here. Nothing will happen that you do not a

Am I seriously going to sing in front of someone who has openly insulted my voice? "Come on, Ash," Jayden teased. "Are you that scared of losing?" "Not at all," I said with as much nonchalance as I could muster. "I'll start." I found a wireless microphone in the black drawer under the desk, encased in dark gray polymer foam, and picked it up at random, then handed the second microphone to him. He stared at it for a moment, seemingly fascinated by it, then, as if he realized I was watching him, he just smiled and said thank you. After making sure both microphones were connected to their proper places, I looked at the remote control next to where the tablet was and turned on the screen. Cheerf

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.

His neck was much larger than mine and I saw the way it stretched to accommodate him. “There is a button in the center of the microphone, all you need to do is press and hold to turn it off and double tap it to turn it on.” Carter explained. “Go ahead and give it a try. Even this close there won’t be interference. Doing as told, I turned it on and spoke like normal. “How far is the range on this?”

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.

That’s it! “How the hell did you know all that? you just got here; how could you know what we spoke about?” he shook his head like he could not believe I asked him that. “I put a tracker on you, and a microphone. They are very small and can’t be detected. The tracker tells me where you are, and the microphone let’s me listen when things like these happen.”