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.”

Under her list, she had jotted down the following, if anything she ever did could be considered “jotting” Ways to be targeted by a demon Use of Ouija boards, channeling, automatic writing (B.S) Summoning a demon ritualistically (also probably B.S) Through the use of cell phones and social media (Oh boy!) Hypnosis, psychotropic drugs or other forms of mind control. She drew a small star next to the last one, as it seemed to best match what she had been told by Janice. The next list was types of demonic possession. It included—

His groans make my dick twitch, but panic quickly overpowers the desire for my supposed soulmate as he stirs awake once again. Fuck. I look around in distress, thinking of just disappearing in a clever way, even forgetting that I can simply move at superhuman speed. But my brain seems to be blocked, giving out its service at the most crucial moment. Turning towards Baxter, I concentrate on my ability to control minds. As I would do with a prey, I hypnotize him, getting a strange sound to bubble out of his mouth. It‘s like a mix between a moan and a rough strenuous gasp, my cock hardening at the sound of it.

Realizing how badly she was behaving, Lila took a quick sip of the tea and apologized. “It’s just that I have no recollection of having sex,” she whimpered. Memories of her vivid sex dreams flooded her brain while tears slid down her cheeks. Were they dreams? Knowing that the vampire had the ability to subdue thoughts through a type of hypnosis that they called ensorcelling, she questioned if they just might have been real. Then, like a slap in the face, she mentally chastised herself for her absurdity. Of course they were real. She was pregnant, wasn’t she?