John Milton Hipnosis / Audio Novels & Stories

The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra. At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice guided me under while he fucked me slowly, pumping load after load into my pussy and making me hold it in. “Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.”

He stared at Yvonne in disbelief before turning to me with a look of remorse. Liam swiftly pulled out a capsule, which made Yvonne slump back onto the floor, looking like she'd seen a ghost. "Yvonne secretly bought this drug online and fed it to her classmates. It allowed them to hear Ms. Norton's thoughts. Then, she herself took a supplementary drug that gave her the ability to alter Ms. Norton's thoughts." After hearing how it all happened, Justin marched forward and grabbed Yvonne by the collar in fury. "Is he telling us the truth? Did you really change Calista's thoughts?"

Amidst the confusion of both the commentator and the audience, Taleo took the initiative to explain. "When the conditions of sight and hearing are triggered.." *bang!* "..The subconscious mind of the target I set becomes immobilized.." *bang!* "..through two contradictory pre-programmed commands..." *Bang!* "..No matter how strong one's mind is in resisting my visual hypnosis..." *Bang!* "..No one can escape the grasp of my hypnotic resonance. The more you fight it, the deeper it burrows into your mind.." *Bang!* "..until you succumb, becoming a slave under my mental dominion... I call it the Perfect Mesmera."

Watching her body jolt with every thrust. Milo hit play on the side monitor—the bedroom orgy clip, synced audio. Toni's wails layered over Layla's gasps. "Layered audio," he said, voice thick. "Makes it... immersive." His own hand dipped into his cargo shorts, stroking lazy circles over his bulge. The fabric tented.

9th master, can we start now? Robin seemed to be preoccupied with thoughts and appeared to not hear what the hypnotist said. He just casually raised his arm. So, the hypnotist played music, lighted special incense and started the psychological session… Half an hour later… An hour later… Two hours later… Hypnosis failed. He, David Swift, had cured numerous complicated cases and was also hired by the world's No. 1 mercenary group "Gods of Dusk" as a top counsellor and psychologist. But now, he began to question his abilities for the millionth time.

That wasn’t how it worked. Number 3’s situation was another good point to look at. When she resolved herself to never give up any information, Mane used Words of Power to get the words out of her mouth. How was that possible? After all, Words of Power could physically force her to open her mouth, but it couldn’t bring the words out of it. What Mane did was simple really. He used Words of Power to bring up mists and illusions that clouded Number 3’s judgement, and then he was able to successfully hypnotize her. He studied Hypnosis from his 3rd Master – the Spiritualist. And he was pretty good at it. It was just that Number 3’s mind was firm so Mane had to use mists and illusions to disorient

“I’ve been thinking about our project nonstop.” William gestured for her to sit, his enthusiasm contagious. “I brought some recordings I’ve been working on. I think you’ll find them inspiring.” As she settled in, he handed her a pair of headphones, excitement radiating from him. “Let’s start with this one.” Polaris put the headphones on, and as the sound washed over her, she was instantly captivated. The recording was a mix of spoken word, ambient sounds, and layered music that painted a vivid landscape of emotions. She closed her eyes, letting the audio envelop her, each sound weaving into the fabric of her imagination.

He kept his eyes narrowed, and his fingers gently rubbed at his temples as he opened his lips and said, “Something is rushing into my brain and I need to digest it.” “That’s a good thing,” Pete said excitedly. “You might not recall much after the first hypnosis. After the second and third sessions, you should be able to recall all of them. Mr. Winters, you should rest well tonight, the next hypnosis should be in three days.” Pete packed his things and headed out. Adina walked to the master bedroom holding Duke’s hand. She applied a little essential oil to her palm. She waited for it to heat up. Then, she gently rubbed it on the man’s temples.

But the ritual felt good—the cool gel against my skin, the forced stillness of having to sit still for twenty minutes. While I waited for the mask to work its questionable magic, I put on one of Milo’s records. He had this thing for vinyl, spent half his student loan money hunting through thrift stores for hidden gems. This one was soft jazz, instrumental, the kind of music that made you feel like you were living in a black-and-white movie where everyone was sophisticated and troubled in beautiful ways. The saxophone wound through the apartment like smoke, filling the spaces between my thoughts with something that wasn’t anxiety. For a moment, I felt almost normal. Like I had a life outside

Nathaniel asked where was Zion at before walking over. "Noah grabbed Nathaniel's arm and said with a deep voice, ""Well, I'm hypnotizing him so it is best if you don't make any noise to avoid accidents. You also know that the best psychological therapy for mental injuries after shooting is hypnosis. This is a crucial period and today's the last day, so you shouldn't...""" I know. Nathaniel forced himself to calm down. Nathaniel was looking at Zion from the window. He saw Zion lying on the bed with his eyes closed and it was obvious that he had entered a hypnotic state. Barney was by his side while holding his hand.