Lesbian Hypnosis Stories Novels & Stories

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

And now she knew that, despite not being interested in Dana herself, I had a weakness for the idea of the two of them dyking out. Either when we were having sex or to tease me into having sex, my babe described all sorts of lesbian acts involving herself and her sister. I wasn't sure if what she told me was a recollection of past events between them or just some hot incestuous fantasy she concocted at the moment, but I didn't care. My reactions to Deb's tales were always very enthusiastic. It was insanely hot to pound my girlfriend's pussy or ass while listening to her murmur about the two of us fucking her twin sister and making her service us like a good bisexual slut. That was hands down

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

“I can smell how wet you are,even after the hate, your body wants this.” Her face burned with shame. “You’re disgusting.” “Am I?” He hooked his finger under her panties and pulled them to the side,Sophia was soaked and her pussy was swollen and shiny with her juices. Elias ran two fingers slowly through her wet folds, spreading her open,she gasped and gripped the edge of the table tight. “Stop,” she whispered, but her hips pushed toward his hand anyway. Elias rubbed her swollen clit in slow, perfect circles,the pleasure shot through her like electricity. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured. “Soaking wet for the friend of the girl you hate,the hate turns you on this much?”

Gray like a five-dollar whore on a Saturday night. First of all, going under hypnosis took longer that it should have, as though Chrissie's brain told her to stop looking for things that weren't there. Once she'd finally been relaxed and compliant, her mind refused to give any extra information from the last time. It didn't want to be bothered, and no one could figure out why.

The girl cried out deliriously as she began to fondle her jewel with her finger. Dhalia's hips rose and fell every time he repeatedly stroked her clitoral. “Aahhh! That’s it, Carl! Oooh,” Dhalia moaned. Little did the girl know that when she woke up, it seemed like everything around her was spinning. She had only finished three bottles of beer. But that was how strong the effect it had on her was. Her whole body was almost numb, but even so, Dhalia could feel the romance that her boyfriend was making her enjoy.

Psyche drew near the temple of Venus, endeavoring to fortify her mind while ruminating on her fate. The end was doubtful and perhaps fatal. At the door, she saw the goddess's priestesses, who did not have to be chaste, although they were required to be fairly attractive and shall often settle down with someone they believe to be their One True Love, to whom they shall be faithful unless a stronger True Love comes along. Before she could utter a word, the priestess named Consueto confronted her, crying in disgust.

She asked. “Everything.” I answered her. “But first, drink this.” I handed her a glass I had ready on the nightstand. She sniffed it suspiciously and drank it. She gagged at the awful taste. “What was that?” She asked. “It was a hypnosis potion made by a witch. We going to use it to control vampires, but this is a special case. So now, baby, you’re mine, Luis’ and Tyler’s woman. You’re pregnant with my child. You have no memory of being a vampire. Do you understand?” I could see her eyes glaze over as she nodded.

He commanded, not taking his eyes off her, even for a nanosecond. Emma bit her lips, as she thought of the appropriate lie to concoct. She needed to do this and get out of here, suddenly irritated with the presence of the professor, that close to her as she wondered if he had done these to other girls, forcing their will to do what they didn't want to do. He is even more than a pervert. She thought, remembering a documentary she had watched some months back about a doctor who uses hypnosis to have sex with his female patients, whilst wreaking havoc in their respective homes. Then, she had wished that the man would be tortured, his penis cut off in slow motions, rather than being put in jail.

If Gwynne and I were still living together, we would no doubt have continued to have sex every chance we got. When we finally recalled every word from those sessions with the hypnotist, we were just numb. We weren't outraged, as our parents and the doctor were. When the police were called in, we dutifully filled out our statements and signed them. The guy was arrested, and then the full extent of his activities started to come to light. He'd been hypnotizing dozens of female patients over the years. Most of them were like my sister; attractive women who were trying to give up smoking.