John Milton Hipnosis / Audio Novels & Stories

Boston unplugged the telephone, closed the doors tightly, all the windows. “Damn it! What is happening?" he exclaimed, kicking the leg of the living room table until the table toppled and the glass shattered. The doorbell began to sound from outside, Boston didn't want to see who was coming. He sat on the sofa, covering his ears. He could not believe that after the hypnosis he did, all of this still happened. He was sure something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was. Obviously, earlier he saw the results of the hypnosis transmission were running smoothly. He could clearly see the report on the monitor this afternoon.

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.”

During this period, no one was allowed to disturb Millie or the psychiatrist. The psychologist had also prescribed mild sedatives to assist with the hypnosis. After taking it, Millie felt light-headed. She couldn't explain the sensation that followed. At times, she thought she could hear the rhythmic crashing sounds of waves or the soothing hums of a religious chant. Sometimes, it was a child's playful laughter, and other times the calming patter of raindrops. Millie felt lost in a surreal haze. She had no concept of time and did not know if hours or days had passed. Eventually, the darkness swallowed her whole and she drifted into a deep sleep.

“Instead, they've given us a blueprint of their desperation. Let's go.” “But why are these Sentinels unconscious?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Oh, them.” Malcolm pointed to a metal bar hidden beneath a tangle of strange wires. “There's a sonic trigger here. It emits a high-frequency pulse designed to induce a shock to the nervous system. Look.” “Does it electrocute you?” I asked, peering closer. “It induces a hypnotic state,” Malcolm corrected, straightening up. He then looked at me, a glint in his eye. “So, do you want to walk, or shall I carry you?”

“I can help with the sleep. With the dissociation. But it will require trust, and it will require you to go places you have been avoiding. Hypnosis, specifically the methods your father refined, can reach the parts of the mind that ordinary talk therapy never touches. It is not magic. It is focus, suggestion, and the willingness to let someone else hold the map for a while. Are you willing?” My mouth went dry. “Yes.” “Good.” He stood, moved to the side table, poured water into a glass, and set it near my hand. “Drink. Then look at me.” I drank. The water was cold. My fingers left prints on the glass. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he said. “You are safe here. Nothing will happen that you do not a

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

Doctor Mu spoke everything in a very light tone but Jiang Ning knew that he was being serious but " Doctor why did my husband fell unconsious like that ? Shouldn't he be fine , what's the reason for his trigger ?" " Hypnotism is not a permanent art , Mrs Si . The more complex it is , the more the person needs to be in contact with the person whom he is hypnotizing " said Doctor Mu " A difficult hypnotism like this needs a constant redo in a month or six depending on how long the person has been in contact with his hypnotist. I believe the hypnotism is weakening yet its still there in Mr .Si 's mind , if he does anything against what his hypnotist beliefs that she planted in his mind, Mr . Si

Holy shit! That was when it hit me like a tsunami. When Miss Kim started flirting with me back in America, I had been waiting to see her grandfather for almost two weeks. I causally hypnotized her out of boredom, and malice. That day, I gave her an induction, and made her believe that two of my bodyguards were ‘Huracio.’ They had fun, but there was no sex between them. Just some teasing and flirting. When bringing her out of the hypnosis, I had instructed her to fall into a deep sleep right after having the most powerful orgasm of her life. I instructed her to wake up and remember everything as a dream.

The way he slowly got hard in my hand made me want to go on my knees and bring him a different type of pleasure with my mouth. He brought me closer to him, his lips brushing against my ear as he groaned. "Don't...stop." I loved how he struggled to speak as I massaged his dick in my hand, his grip on my waist tightened as he nibbled on my ear. I closed my eyes moaning, which only seemed to turn him on more. "Fuck Natalia." He panted letting me know he was almost over the edge. "Keep...ah shit." He didn't have the strength to finish his sentence but I knew what he wanted.

Hazel’s POV Every muscle in my body locked up. He was staring right at me with recognition burning in those green eyes. Six years of hiding, six years of building a new life, and it was all about to crumble because of a dropped pocket watch. “I’m Mila,” I said quickly, my voice higher than normal. “The hypnotherapist. You’re still in the treatment process—you need to stay calm.” My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could hear it.