John Milton Hipnosis / Audio Novels & Stories

"You're getting impatient too, right?" I nodded and slightly sat up. Lifing my hand from my side, I ran my fingers through his hair and watched as he slowly ran his tongue over my core. A shiver ran down my spine and I bucked my hips before moaning softly. His licks were slow and teasing but before I could say anything, his mouth was over me and he sucked hard. I closed my eyes and low moans left my mouth as he lapped at my wetness, occasionally pushing his tongue into my entrance.

Speaking of Wilson, Lisa became curious and asked Serenity, "Is it true you can undo the hypnosis with a secret phrase?" "Technically speaking, yes. There's also another way. There may be a chance of reversal under strong emotional outbursts," Serenity stated. That was how Jack had gotten all his memories back. However, Jack and Wilson's cases were different. Jack lost part of his memory after being hypnotized, but Wilson remembered everything except for his feelings. "Can't we find out the secret phrase from the hypnotist?" Lisa suggested. Serenity shook her head. "I've already asked. The hypnosis doesn't know Wilson's secret phrase. Because Wilson chose to undergo hypnotherapy voluntarily,

"Sleeping pills enables a person to sleep without thought and will enter into a deep sleep state. With hypnotism, that person will enter a semi-conscious state and through verbal cues, will be guided to perform actions they're unaware of." "Then basically, there really are lawless people who would tempt people and have them seek lawless wealth?" ...... All was quiet in the room. Raeleigh wasn't bothered by it and waited for Revon's answer.

Micheal Zavier recommended. "The split personality was caused by pain. If hypnosis does not work, what should I do then?" Jasper Milton asked gloomily. "My junior once cured a split personality patient through hypnosis. She found the hidden self, lurking in the shadows away from the pain. She talked to the hidden self and guided it. You can try this with her." "What's her name?" Jasper asked. "Stella Grace. I'll give her phone number to you later," Micheal said enthusiastically.

The "Acoustic Noise" of the docking bay was replaced by a "High-Frequency" whine as the Sovereign-Prime initiated the "Universal Audit." Ethan Hawke stood in the center of the "Mainframe-Node," his "Strong Frame" vibrating not from "Physical" exertion, but from the "Neural-Link" intrusion of the satellite’s "Source-Code." The "Digital-Ghost" of Silas Hawke wasn't just speaking through the speakers anymore; he was "Data-Mining" Ethan’s very consciousness.

In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire. A conclusion was included at the bottom of the report. "Specific sound wave frequencies can effectively reverse psychological conditioning. Gradual reduction of auditory triggers will restore the subject to baseline." My breath caught. It was no wonder I'd heard that strange trickling sound during my first visit. It had seemed so familiar, but I couldn't place it. I understood it now. It was the white noise sleep aid Derek had bought for his insomnia. He'd listened to it every night for days. I'd fallen asleep to it too, many times.

I finish cataloging the books while it's printing. After dinner, I tell mom I'm just going to read one of Uncle Harry's books. I sit up in bed reading the entire NST document. Most of it I don't understand, but there are sections that appear to be written specifically for a non-technical audience. There is one section on the details of the experiments. It seems that whoever uses it has to wear the ear buds for protection against the transmitter and to tune in the correct frequency for their subject. Rotating the thumb wheel and listening for the steady tone, tunes it to the neurological frequency of a specific subject. Pressing the button then renders the subject submissive and responsive to

According to her, a voice had whispered the name into her ears, and she was complelled to name me Mercury. I didn't produce any sound for over a year, not even when I was crying or laughing. When I was crying, my face would be squeezed into a deep frown with my eyes wide opened, as the tears flowed. And when I was laughing, my shoulders would shake along with me. Yet no sound was made. My parents were very cautious of me. Always checking to see if I was okay, because I couldn't produce any sound, no matter how much they had try to make me. And I was taken to a child behavioral therapist, who confirmed that I was a mute.

I demanded, staring the man down. For the first time, the doctor looked up at me. His expression was pitiful, pleading with the desperation of a man begging for his life. "Once hypnosis is done, it can’t be reversed," he explained shakily. "If I try to force her to remember, it’ll cause unbearable pain—splitting headaches that could drive her insane." "What?" The word slipped out of me, heavy with guilt. I should’ve stopped Salem sooner. "You’ve seen it already, haven’t you?" the doctor said, turning to Emmette. "The headaches. The sudden convulsions until she passes out."

Camila told her, and Meadow began to sob and quickly closed her ears with her palms, shaking her head and crying with her eyes shut. "Did not see, did not hear, must not speak," she said, sounding like a little girl. She was sobbing seriously and repeating those words like a mantra. "I will count to three and snap my hands, Meadow. The moment I do that, I want you to wake up," Camila said, knowing Meadow had reverted to the original state of hypnosis placed on her. Whoever did it wanted her to be blind, deaf and dumb. Meadow continued to repeat what she was saying and doing. Camila was worried that the original hypnosis state would return, and it wouldn't be only Meadow's voice they will be