Lesbian Hypnosis Stories Novels & Stories

When he pulls back, Lavinia is all flustered and breathing heavily, however, she is still humming low, Simon smiles and whispers, “Now finish it. They must believe that they are leaving with her.” “Yes, Master.” Lavinia sends out her hum once more, only this time as she does she sings. Lavinia is special that way. All vampires can hypnotise and make their victims forget what happened. However, it is usually limited to one, the victim in front of them. Lavinia’s gift is special to her, she can hypnotize a group of people and when she adds her voice to her hum, she can then not only erase proceeding events but she can manipulate the event and make them believe what she wants them to believe ha

She was going to spend sixteen hours of the journey thinking it over. “There is a dream in which a man climbed onto the third floor without special equipment and, whispering mystical nonsense, persuaded me to have sex. Lord, even in my head it sounds crazy, but if you voice it out loud, you can earn a certificate from the hospital. But let's say! Hypnosis and good physical preparation justify everything. If this is not the result of my fantasy, then everything that happened in my "dream" looked a little like coercion, and even more so rape. Unless it's both." Lilya rested her forehead against the seat in front and desperately drove away the obsessive scene: she freed herself from male embrac

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

Great. "Demons are the craftiest existence you'll ever meet. They will use your pity, guilt, or useless emotions to bring your guard down. This woman-" Lucas pointed the pretty woman in the white and black picture. "-she might appear normal and harmless to you. However, as Carl said she used hypnotism to make you desire her-" "I am a woman. This is not a Yuri genre." "...that is not I am talking about. But if that is your preference, I don't judge. Just control your sexual desires-"

I said, placing in in her hand, "It's hard not to be aroused by what happens here. I assume it's part of the reason you wanted to watch. You're frustrated by your life without love. It's why we urge you to seek counseling, Shasta. We won't bother you. Feel free to do as you like. You're safe here, as odd as it sounds." I returned to Lisa and went into a loose sixty-nine with her; my belly in the way. Shasta applied the vibrator to her clit and soon her back was arching as she orgasmed. The rest of us were doing nicely too. Rhonda had cum multiple times. Lisa and I had climaxed a couple. Cindy was cumming as I watched. Master was still banging away, his balls slapping down. He looked like he

“It’s important to me because it’s a family heirloom.” “I don’t believe you.” She snaps. Surely Nerissa isn’t so delusional that she thinks wearing a mermaid charm can give her our powers. “I’m telling the truth. I can’t bewitch people, that’s all just shifter superstition– stereotypes.” “You hypnotized an entire room, I saw it!” She insists. “I held their attention for the length of a song, that’s it.” And Caspian had been far from hypnotized.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

Her long silk robe enveloped Persephone like a black mist around a dainty flower. They stared at each other's face for the longest moment. Persephone drank Hades in, her long straight nose and lustrous lips, her night-liquid eyes that flashed whenever they looked directly into hers. Persephone could not find the will to protest the graceful woman anymore, it was as if everything about Hades had hypnotized her mind and captured her soul.