Pink Hypnosis Novels & Stories

A suppressed moan slipped out of me before I could stop it, followed by short, broken gasps as I leaned further into him. “Daddy,” I whimpered into his mouth. He kept one hand locked on the back of my head while his tongue explored every corner of my mouth. I shut my eyes and pulled back. The loss of contact almost made me wince. “Please, I can’t—” I begged, my voice hoarse, pushing weakly against his warm, rigid chest. “You mean you can’t wait for your ex-stepdaddy to fill your pulsing hole with his cock?” He smirked. “No, I didn’t mean that,” I whispered. “Oh.” He scoffed, squeezing my ass harder. “You can’t seem to leave me, can you? Should we start with the basics?” “Wait… what

‘Name : Cade Sinclair Age: 28 years (DOB: 01/01/1992) Date of the Report: 09/22/2020 Examiner: [Redacted] Reason for Evaluation: Mr. Cade Sinclair has encountered significant emotional distress, stemming from the loss of his mother, Olivia Sinclair. Mr. C. Sinclair’s trauma has manifested into an unhealthy obsession with Elysian Reign, his former fiancé. Following a participation request by Mr. David Sinclair, Mr. Cade Sinclair’s father, Mr. C. Sinclair is under consideration for participation in a confidential and experimental hypnotherapy intervention. The purpose of this therapeutic approach is to facilitate the cessation of any persistent motivations to engage in further interpersonal in

So, after confirming that Irvin had been pretending all this time, she went straight to the hypnotist and asked how to stop his memories from returning. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hardwell," the hypnotist said. "There's nothing I can do. Hypnosis has never worked on people with strong willpower. And Irvin's willpower is exceptionally strong." Grace lowered her gaze, deep in thought.

He approached to hug his girlfriend but she rejected him, to go to the room they shared. Manuel shrugged his shoulders, it was better to let that start pass, took out his laptop, and started looking for information that had been sent to him about that patient, he saw the notes of the hypnosis sessions, he only said one thing, blood, hammer, blood, drill, blood, man, house, body, and crying, a lot of crying, position The hypnosis or the sessions were apparently not well conducted, what impressed him most was that the word that he read on several pages was always the same: BLOOD.

I questioned with raised eyebrow “I can give you hypnosis juice which is mixture of Valerian root that has been mixed with dried kava-kava leaves…. Valerian root and Kava Kava are used to give hypnotic sleep but when I mix them with my few medicinal herbs it turn them a special juice.. where the person will be half conscious and will be entire under you control… you can make that person do anything as per your desire… but there only one thing I am worried about…” Mayada replied “What is it?” I questioned her with narrowed eyes

She faces Arielle who's seated right in front of her. "Were you told why you are here?" Arielle shakes her head. "They didn't tell me specifically but I have seen it in movies so aesthetically, I know why I am here." The woman gives a little nod. "You're here for a hypnosis session. It should be over as fast as you work hard. Hypnosis is basically sending you back to the time of those forgotten memories in your head so you can easily remember what piece of information is missing, and possibly why. Do you understand everything I just said?"

What the hell are they doing to me? How do I feel as if they are going to do something terrible to me, what fucking hypnosis, is that the kind of hypnosis I imagined? Wait, I seem to remember someone telling me that Madman was a psychiatrist before he came to Sin Pack, a psychiatrist who could turn people into psychopathic murderers through hypnosis. Should... He's going to... My hand shook with fear. I barely moved when I felt Hansel pinch my pinkie. Pinch, release, pinch again, and so on, as if playing with a kitten's pad.

Would the pure woman who supported and encouraged him in the mental hospital when he was young become so evil and vicious? “Professor Lincoln, do you know how to use this hypnotic skill?” Shaun asked bewilderedly. “I don’t.” Professor Lincoln shook his head. “This ancient hypnotic skill is too evil. The international organization banned it a long time ago. Think about it, if everyone knew how to do it, wouldn’t this world fall into chaos? Besides, the success rate of that hypnosis is very, very low. Only one out of ten people would succeed at most. The remaining nine would become retards due to the failure.”

’ Once Jenna had drifted off to sleep, Zivon sighed before taking some sleeping aids and laying in bed… He needed every bit of energy that he had tomorrow, and for good reason. The hypnotist that he had set his eyes on was the only heir of a family well-known for being masters at their craft… And even when she was only fifteen, she was already famous enough to be called a hypnosis prodigy. Alas, she had a condition that made her extremely picky with her clients… and knowing that she had turned down prime ministers before, he knew that the chances of her helping him were going to be slim. Even so… He still needed to try!

He could not force her to recognize the marriage that had become deformed in the first half of her life because she had a bitter intention! The harm she suffered will not be reduced in the slightest because of Mu Zenin's bitterness! Hypnosis is a psychological suggestion, not brainwashing. Mu Zi and Murong Cheng walked out one after the other. Mu Zenin stood in the mess, looking at their backs as they left, her eyes already scarlet. Outside, there were servants probing at the door, not daring to go in. Mu Zenin snapped, "What are you waiting for? Come in and clean up!"