Hypnosis Roleplay Novels & Stories

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” They sat in silence for a while, the blanket cocooning them, the study a sanctuary from the world outside. James reflected on how far they’d come since their early days of marriage, when intimacy was spontaneous but less nuanced, driven by passion but lacking the depth of communication they’d built over time. Roleplay hadn’t been part of their initial repertoire; it was something they’d stumbled into a decade ago, sparked by a late-night conversation about fantasies and a dog-eared romance novel Laura had left on the nightstand. What began as a tentative experiment—a playful scenario in their bedroom—had evolved into elaborate scenes like tonight’s, co

Then he lay on the ground and fell asleep. "It's fun! It's fun!" After reaching the second stage of Fox Hypnosis, she could directly use her mental force to control other people's thoughts, even if she did not speak. She ran forward and saw a door beside her that was half-closed. She pushed it open and walked in. There were all kinds of instruments and electronic screens in the room. Commander Jiro Ono was busy with seven or eight soldiers. The little fellow was so small that she didn't attract other people's attention when she entered the door. She looked around and felt that these things were meaningless, so she lost interest and said to Jiro Ono, "Shall we play a game together?"

I led her to the bed, and She lay back against the pillows with a soft smile as her eyes found mine and held them, and the swirling colors did what they always did — they reached past the surface of her mind and pulled her under my spell. I watched her expression soften into something distant and content. And in her mind, I knew, that she was seeing us having sex. She was basically being hypnotised into haveing a fake memory of us making love, when in reality, I had never slept with her. Not even once I pulled the covers over her gently and sat at the edge of the bed for a moment, watching her breathe, already drifting into the deep satisfied sleep that always followed. I exhaled slowly. How

I sat stiffly across from him, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair. "Relax, Thorne," he said in a calm, measured tone. "Hypnosis isn't magic. It's a tool to help your mind unlock what it's already holding. You may not get everything at once, and that's okay. I nodded, though my chest felt tight. "Let's just get started." He guided me through a series of breathing exercises, his voice soothing as he instructed me to close my eyes and focus on his words. Slowly, I felt myself slipping into a trance-like state, my mind growing quieter.

He continued, "These people hypnotize me every day, trying to implant memories in my mind that weren't mine. They're trying to turn me into a completely different person and want my real self to disappear. "But I don't want to disappear! I don't want to become someone else! I don't want to live every day as though I'm on a movie set, and I sure as heck don't want to become some puppet without free will!" During every hypnosis session, Irvin would pretend to have been hypnotized. To keep his mind alert, he had been poking himself with a sharp object. He was worried the Hardwells would discover this, so he always made sure he stayed in character when around them—like just now.

"What?" "Ryan, hit yourself!" Ryan's entranced face then turned into a sneer. "What is wrong with you?" he responded. It had worked, Ryan was no longer under his control. "He's not a conduit anymore. I reversed the spell I used to hypnotise him by saying it backwards." "It's working!" Julia cried out in Glee as her brother began to stir. Matt's face reverted to normal with his eyes no longer red and his skin back to its original brown color.

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.”

The first half of his words made me jump, but the second seemed to give me something to hold on to, and I obeyed his instructions almost by a sudden impulse. Damn, I'm having a moment of silence in my heart. This is the beginning, isn't it? I'm not completely ignorant of hypnosis myself. If I haven't studied it, I've at least seen movies about it. I know hypnosis doesn't mean a person is completely unconscious and turned into a soulless puppet. In contrast, hypnosis uses speech to induce a person to fully follow the hypnotist's instructions while remaining conscious. In other words, the person who is successfully hypnotized becomes a conscious, soulful but still controlled puppet. If the hyp

He made her come three times before he pulled out and came on her stomach, marking her the way he'd fantasized about during sessions. When it was over, they both lay on the couch, breathing hard, the roleplay broken. "That was intense," Sophia whispered. "Too intense?" James asked, immediately shifting to concern. "No. Perfect. But James...we can never do that again. It felt too real. Too much like an actual violation."

Camila said, and Meadow obeyed. She stared at the space between her index fingers, her hands stretched out in front of her, and her hands clamped together. Slowly she saw that her fingers were coming close on their own. "When they touch, just let your eyes close, let your arms come down, and when they touch your lap, you can go into a deeper stage of hypnosis," Camila said with a soothing voice, and Meadow obeyed. Slowly the fingers touched, and she dropped her hands, gently falling into a deep state. Meadow breathed a couple of times and relaxed as Camila tried to make her rest.