Romans & histoires Hypnosis

"You know I can hear your thoughts." Moriah's mind went blank hearing upon that voice, every time he heard that he felt like he was being hypnotized, handing it the possession of his soul and mind. He spontaneously knelt down on the mosaic floor and brought his hands together in front of his chest as prayers, inclining his head deeply. "F-forgive m-me, My L-lord," he whispered.

“ You’re so responsive , Sugar. Fuck, your body feels like it was meant for my pleasure” Is it possible to be turned on by words because right now I’m more turned on than I was. He pushes my panties to the side and licks a straight line down my clit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He dives in then, licking, sucking and feasting on me like a crazed man. I swear I see stars floating in my vision. My hips lift on their own accord , seeking more than he is giving .I feel myself ascending the precipice of pleasure, higher and higher , then I’m crashing back down in a fit of shivering limbs, heaving chest and short gasps. I do not recognize the sounds coming from the back of my throat. It feels like I lose my

The truly advanced hypnotists could even drive a person to insanity using hypnosis. It was terrifying! Jeremiah should be one such rare class of master hypnotists. She felt a chill run down her back as she recalled the dialogue she heard on the bug yesterday. Jeremiah mentioned that unless he nullified the mental barrier himself, the only way for her to snap out of it was if Blair died… After reading countless information about hypnosis, she came to understand that there was usually a “key” to nullifying its effects. The “key” could be a particular phrase, a person, a name, or an item…

She was frozen on the spot upon hearing that her man is getting married already. Their relationship has not started yet and it's destiny is doomed. She inhaled very slowly to clear the pain that she felt in her heart. Why she is affected so much she does not understand.She did not even have a conversation with the man,and yet her she is, getting affected by him getting married!

"I conducted a thorough analysis. The mass is not cancerous or a brain tumor. Based on our preliminary diagnosis, the mass may have formed as a result of a substance found in Alden's blood, gradually accumulating over time." "What is that substance? How does it affect him?" Gavin asked anxiously. Things had reached a critical point, and he had to act immediately before Alden regained consciousness. "I believe it's a hypnotic drug," the doctor asserted with professional confidence. Gavin's eyes widened, shock evident on his face. He tried to remain composed, but this revelation left him shaken. "Hypnosis?" "Yes," the doctor confirmed firmly. "It’s a neurotoxin

Harold massaged his broken leg. “Ouch!” Pete quickly pulled his leg away. “Adina, your children are abusing me!” Adina sat on the couch opposite Pete. She pursed her lips. “Pete, is it difficult to recall one’s memory sealed by hypnosis?” “Hard to say,” said Pete solemnly. “It depends on the hypnotist’s ability and skill. It also depends on the hypnotized person’s willpower. Find a chance so that I can meet with your husband. We will figure out a way.”

So, after confirming that Irvin had been pretending all this time, she went straight to the hypnotist and asked how to stop his memories from returning. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hardwell," the hypnotist said. "There's nothing I can do. Hypnosis has never worked on people with strong willpower. And Irvin's willpower is exceptionally strong." Grace lowered her gaze, deep in thought.

The sunlight streaming through the window felt warm and cozy. "I heard the psychiatry department just brought in a specialist who studies hypnosis." I was just about to fall asleep when her voice startled me awake. "Hypnosis… might bring her memories back."

He was looking at the envelope like it might bite him. “I did. I told you pain was the only way to snap them out of it.” I see. I was right. Hypnosis. Rabid wolves, turned rogue wolves, all have a mark that proves they were claimed and controlled. These people have nothing. They still seem out of it. Meaning they haven’t snapped out of it entirely.

“Something that could help her feel better, even if just for a little while?” The doctor was silent for a moment, and I could sense her reluctance. “There is one option, but it’s not a permanent solution,” she said carefully. “We could use hypnosis to make her forget the kidnapping incident, at least temporarily. It would give her some relief from the memories, but it’s not without risks. The memories would eventually come back, and they could be even more frightening when they do because they’d be scrambled. We also can’t guarantee that she won't forget other important things. It’s a very risky procedure, Alpha.”