Hypnosis Stories Novels & Stories

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

“You’ve come a long way from the boy who wouldn’t even raise his hand in class.” Ryan met his eyes. “Yeah. But that boy didn’t have you two.” That night, Ryan sat at his desk with his laptop open, fingers poised above the keyboard. A blank document stared back at him. He began to write not a speech this time, not a private diary. A story. His story. Because if Adrien thought he could silence him with fear, he was about to learn that some voices don’t stay quiet forever. Not this time. Not Ryan’s.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

"OMG!! Girl he is obviously going to be such an orgasm deprived mess right now but do tell how did you use it?" I told her about it, my core twitching as I relieved the flashbacks. How he said my name, how he begged me to let him cum and how obedient he's been following my every order without hesitation or back talks. "Oh my god, Soph, that's so fucking hot, but you can do way worse. Make him pay for every shitty thing he did to you. Here's what you do: take that ball gag you bought on Dmzon a few weeks ago—the bright red one...", she trailed off, giggling.

And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance. I unbuckled my pants in one go and took out my painfully hard cock, stroking it lightly while imagining it was Lena's mouth instead. The fun part about touching myself when fantasizing about her was that her office was right next to mine. And the walls were so thin you could hear every conversation made. So I knew she could hear me right now. Every stroke, every grunt, every syllable of her name that escaped my lips, she could hear it all. And I couldn't help but wonder if she fucked herself too while listening to me.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

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.”

A head with three horns suddenly startled King Cedric who was on his way to where demons stay. Not all know this place, only a few people who the demons trusted can be able to come to this place. Of course all who came to that place were people who had been hypnotized. There is no antidote to the hypnosis that the demons gives to brainwashed people. Likewise with King Cedric. The demons thought they've brainwashed King Cedric so the demons don't have the slightest suspicion of King Cedric.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

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.