Pink Hypnosis Novels & Stories

"Don't move. It will be over soon." But somehow, I found him even more terrifying like this. He slowly attached electrode wires from a machine to my head. As more and more electrodes were applied, my fear grew stronger and stronger. "Please, don't hypnotize me again," I begged. Quinton paused for a moment after hearing my sobbing plea. He gently wiped away my tears, bent down, and whispered in my ear, "Sleep, Jenny. When you wake up, you won't feel sad anymore." Then he stood up and pressed a button on the machine.

Inside, my mind raced with dirty thoughts, picturing those same lips on my body, worshipping every inch I demanded. I had been doing this for years, twisting therapy sessions into my personal playground, but David felt different, more responsive, like clay ready to be shaped into my perfect plaything. When I reached one, I let a small smile curve my lips, though he couldn't see it. "You're fully hypnotized now, David. My words are your truth. You feel an overwhelming urge to obey me, to please me in every way. And when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up, but my commands will stay buried deep in your mind, ready to surface whenever I say the trigger word. That word is 'submit.' Do you understa

“Something that could help her feel better, even if just for a little while?” The doctor was silent for a moment, and I could sense her reluctance. “There is one option, but it’s not a permanent solution,” she said carefully. “We could use hypnosis to make her forget the kidnapping incident, at least temporarily. It would give her some relief from the memories, but it’s not without risks. The memories would eventually come back, and they could be even more frightening when they do because they’d be scrambled. We also can’t guarantee that she won't forget other important things. It’s a very risky procedure, Alpha.”

FOULED, she said with an almost guttural growl and Richard had shuddered, giving the doctor the green light, telling him to go ahead. Ponds vowed in a thin, whispery voice to try his best. He added solemnly that sometimes the hypnosis therapy, at the very least, had helped other patients in cases like this live out their lives in comfort and in less pain. He used a simple, post-hypnotic suggestion, instructing Michelle Franklin that her body would start to heal, start repairing itself from the inside out. Ponds told her whenever she experienced distress, felt any kind of fatigue or pain that she would merely close her left hand into a fist and once she did, everything would grow calm and bec

"A long time ago... when I was a child." Dr. Parker nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer, and gently set down his pen. His gaze returned to Dean, his tone still soft and reassuring. "Alright, that’s all for my questions. Mr. Harrison, I believe the memories you've lost are not all of them, but rather certain specific ones. Now, let’s begin the hypnosis session. Please lie back, find a comfortable position, and close your eyes. Don’t think about anything else—just focus on relaxing."

Or big problem, I mentally correct myself as I catch a glance at his extra large cock. "Really?" he turns to me excitedly. "You won't tell anyone I'm gay will you?" he pleads. "Never crossed my mind. Your secret is safe as long as you don't tell anyone about the hypnosis. Do you want to try it?" "Sure, yeah... anything," he sighs. "Okay. Sit down and close your eyes. I'm going to hypnotize you and make it so you can get hard anytime you'd like." Dean does as he's told and I take out the transmitter as soon as his eyes are closed.

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.

Fuck, she was a vision—curves begging to be grabbed, lips painted red like they were made for wrapping around my shaft. "Good to see you again, Melinda," I said, leaning back, my voice calm but my thoughts filthy. In my head, I was already stripping her, imagining those tits bouncing as she rode me. "How have you been since our last chat? Any more of those dreams?" She blushed, fiddling with her necklace, her hazel eyes flicking to mine. "Dr. Jay, I've been... restless. That hypnosis you did—it stirred things up. I keep thinking about what we talked about, the surrender. It's like my body's not my own anymore."

Emma was curled up on the living room couch in a loose white tank top and tiny pink cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, scrolling through her phone while a rom-com played softly in the background. Ryan lounged in the armchair across from her, pretending to play on his own phone. In reality, he had spent the last three weeks perfecting **“HypnoControl”** — a secret app he’d coded in his computer science classes. It used subliminal audio triggers, visual pulsing patterns, and deep-embedded suggestions that could be delivered through any screen or speaker. Once installed and activated, it could rewrite obedience, arousal, and memory in the target’s mind with terrifying preci

After collecting his emotions, he came back and met the doctor, "tell me, doctor, what has happened to my wife and why is she violent only to me?" After going through her test results, the doctor said, "I'm sorry Mr. Flores but your wife seems to be suffering from a rare type of hypnosis. It is a horrible practice that is banned in medicine but someone seems to have hypnotized her. This person is now the one who controls her mind. Since she is acting violently each time she sees you, it means that this person has asked her to treat you so. She is fully under his or her control and will do whatever this person wants.