Pink Hypnosis Novels & Stories

With tears in her eyes, she pressed on, "Is there no way to stir the emotions up in him? I don't believe that there's absolutely nothing we can do!" "As a follow-up, I will conduct hypnotherapy on him. But this is not a treatment that will work 100% of the time. There's only a 50% chance that it'll work. Moreover, it has to be conducted carefully. Otherwise, he will end up delirious. "There's also shock therapy. It might help to send strong electrical currents to stimulate him."

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.

“Look at me.” She tried to turn her head. I caught her chin gently but firmly, forcing her eyes back to mine. “Now,” I said quietly, letting the power seep into my voice, “we are going to talk.” Her breathing slowed. Too fast. Too sudden. I frowned. That wasn’t fear anymore. That was submission. Hypnosis. I let it settle over her, smooth and deep, like sinking into dark water. Humans folded easily under it. Always had. Always would.

‘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

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

I froze. No. His hand started sliding up, exposing my bare skin. I immediately brushed my hand on his to create a distraction. He held on but let go once again to explore my inner thighs. "Mr Hernandez..." I whispered. "Hush my love." He said. I bit my lip wanting his hand off me. And i was afraid he would find the hidden knife underneath. 11.55 C'mon quickly... . . . . . "The next item is a slave. He has unique gold eyes. He's gentle, has pale skin and quite fragile." The bidder continued speaking.

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!