Hypnosis Mind Control Porn Novels & Stories

"Miss Jackson, are you sure you want to undergo hypnosis? You should know that once it begins, it's irreversible. Your body will be controlled by an alternate personality, and you'll fall into a sleep from which you'll never wake up," the doctor asked gravely over the phone. "Yes, I'm sure," Nina replied calmly. Before the call ended, there was a sudden noise at the door—Lucas Spencer had returned. Nina hung up and silently walked to the living room.

These memories only started piecing together bit by bit after I stopped taking psychiatric medication during my pregnancy. Because of the love and warmth Quinton gave me, I was unwilling to dig into the painful past. But now, I've become a complete joke. While Quinton was at work, I secretly went to consult a doctor, only to find out that my condition was more like the result of multiple deep hypnosis sessions. When I got home, Quinton was sitting on the couch with a dark expression, surrounded by cigarette ends.

KIRA My heart lurches in my throat when the text message goes from delivered to read. A flood of guilt and nervousness pools inside me. What was I thinking? I was emboldened by Rhys making me suck his cock, but it doesn’t mean I can simply send such an explicit picture to him. If I don’t see a shrink soon, I’ll end up in a mental asylum or six feet underground. At least it wasn’t a picture of my pussy, I console myself. Lord knows how tempting that was.

"I know he messed up dad but he is a good person. He would never do anything to disrespect you. He just lost control." "A man that can not control his desires is the type of man that you are interested in?" "No dad he's not like that." I tried my best to defend Adam but my dad was right. He has no control. He came all the way to my office today to have sex because he was so impatient, he couldn't wait till tonight. Mr Wilson is not a pervert but neither is he a prude. If he wants what he wants, he takes it. He wanted me. I gave myself to him. And I have no regrets.

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

His face remained composed, but his eyes were colder now. He placed both folders on the table. “The decision is yours.” Henry looked at them questioningly. “What is this?” “Open them.” Henry sat down slowly and opened the first folder. Several glossy photographs spilled onto the table. His expression changed instantly. Jonathan in the arms of different women. At nightclubs. In luxury hotels. Even overseas. Not one occasion. Not one woman. Over and over again. “This must be fabricated,” Henry muttered. Alex stood with his hands in his pockets. “You know me better than that. I don’t gather information carelessly.”

Instead, she turned to look at me. I kept my head down, thinking, "Yvette clearly is just worried about Mom going back to the company and getting in the way of her escapades with Dad. Ugh, they're like two dogs in heat! They couldn't even wait to get a room. Don't they know that the office has a surveillance camera? "And what did she mean by mental illness? It was Dad who drugged Mom and forced her to leave the company. Later, Yvette found her a quack who claimed to be a traditional medicine practitioner. He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition.

] I understood that my emotions were the key to breaking Dorian's control, and I had to make them stronger than his willpower. ‘You're right. I won't back down.’ With unwavering resolve, I channeled all my love and determination into the hypnotic distraction. It pulsed with newfound intensity, a radiant force aimed directly at Dorian. [Now, Seraphine, direct it toward Dorian. Make him see the truth.] Following my inner power's guidance, I concentrated all my strength on targeting Dorian's consciousness. The hypnotic distraction shimmered with a brilliant light, a beacon of truth amidst the illusion.

I step forward and the shower at the end of the bathroom is on. The glass panel is visible and I can see everything. I see the figure of a muscular, huge man. His body is made up of pure muscle and his tanned skin is complimented by the water running over his body. He has his head thrown back with one hand on the wall and the other on his large shaft. He groans a little before he beats it a few times, pumping up and down before he growls, the sound being the most animalistic and raw I have heard from him. Words spill out of his mouth and I could swear it's my name, but then I could be delusional and only imagining it because it’s something that I want, my name on his lips as his seed springs

She asked frantically, “Can it be cured?” Dr. Cooper laughed bitterly. “I’ve already said that this hypnotic skill is very ancient. My psychologist friends in Country Y just said that based on hearsay. No one even knows how to do it. This evil skill has been banned in the psychological profession. Apparently, no one will even dare to attempt it under normal circumstances because controlling the human brain and emotions is an unpredictable matter. In the past, those who have attempted this hypnosis would change a perfectly normal person into a retard eight out of ten times. Therefore, this skill was slowly forgotten.” Catherine and Hadley were horrified.