R/erotichypnosis Novels & Stories

Chris Jnr shook his head as he noted that his mom’s behaviour didn’t fit any of those described by Neil. “What about memories?” Chris Jnr asked after rationalizing his thoughts “Can they be altered?” “Yes.” Neil nodded “there are several drugs on the black market and if used in combination with hypnosis, it can give incredible results.” “But that too, I am yet to see one that can achieve results in a week.” Neil added correcting himself as he saw Chris Jnr’s eyes lighting up. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, right?” Chris Jnr eyes sparkled as he looked at Neil without blinking.

Chapter 4 My fingers fly over the screen before I can second-guess it, scheduling a live stream for thirty minutes from now. The title is simple: "3 BIG DICKS. 1 USED SLUT. NO LIMITS." I don’t even flinch as I drop the link into my fan group chat, watching the notifications explode instantly. $500 already. $1,000. The numbers climb before I’ve even stood up.

“Oh God… yes.” The wet sounds of their oiled hands working my tits filled the quiet room. Every squeeze made my pussy throb and leak more. Sophia pinched my nipple harder, twisting it slowly while she watched my face. The sting melted into pure heat. I could smell the sweet oils warming on my skin and the growing scent of my own dripping cunt.

I stopped pumping Katy as a pain ripped my ass. “I . . . don’t think . . . I can . . . do that,” I voiced out my thoughts loudly. “No problem,” Katy rescinded. “I’ll just tease your opening,” she assured me. I felt a totally different consciousness as Katy played with the opening of my anus. It was strange but I enjoyed it a bit. “Push it in slowly and a little farther,” I encouraged Katy. She was rotating her hips reveling in the clit stimulator. “I’m cumming!” Sophie moaned, the black of her eyes disappearing from view. Her hips were raised high as her cunt swallowed my dick up to its hilt. I cursed as my climaxed hovered in the background.

He despised the idea of having to deal with romantic relationships. Light pushed aside all other thoughts to focus on the moment. As he gazed at the haunted mansion, he could feel himself getting harder. He was excited to meet Lexi Blackwood. The image of her red, plum pussy had been tormenting his dreams since they received the file. The night after they signed the CNC form they found attached to the “Blackwood” profile on the dark web, they all received a file with a compilation of naked pictures and videos of each member of the Blackwood family.

[ warning mature content] Strictly R-18 El-Kharis's eyes smoldered with a dark, irresistible desire as his voice, rough and commanding, broke the silence. "Now, it's your turn to pleasure me." Esteria's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She was eager to reciprocate the intense pleasure El-Kharis had given her but felt an overwhelming pressure to perform perfectly. She took a deep breath, her eyes darting over his powerful, muscular frame as he lay sprawled on the bed, his erection standing tall and firm, throbbing with need.

The visual image of tears only fuelled their sadistic hearts. When the super chat counter went down by three, the hidden patrons started surfacing, adding additional minutes of post-orgasm torture as their form of support to Queenie, who was finally forced to tie both hands to the reins of her rocking horse. Fully bound to the customised swing and entirely at the mercy of virtual sugar daddies, London briefly glanced at the super chat counter at the bottom left of her screen that indicated twenty-three. Five minutes have passed since the stream was meant to end. However, London didn’t feel optimistic as the number rose again on the counter.

“Look at these fat tits. Swollen and ready to leak. Gonna cover them in cum while Reaper breeds you.” Thorn’s fingers found my throbbing clit, “Such a sloppy, desperate hole. Listen to how wet she is. Dripping like a bitch in heat for three big cocks.” I was losing my mind. The booster had turned me into a hypersensitive mess. Every brutal thrust from Reaper dragged over my G-spot. I hated it. I hated how my hips started rolling up to meet Reaper, how my pussy gushed around his cock and how broken moans slipped out between my curses.

“Like this, Daddies?” The tips ping in a steady rhythm. I am wet already, slick shining on my inner thighs, the vibrator humming against my clit in delicious torture. I have edged myself twice tonight, chasing the high without tipping over. The longer I stay desperate, the more they pay. Then the big notification flashes across the screen in bold gold. BigDaddyV has tipped $5,000. The chat freezes for half a second before it explodes. HOLY FUCK MARRY HIM QUEEN SHIT

With that ability, I could have any woman eating out of the palm of my hand—literally. Excited, I added the "Hand of Arousal" to my cart and continued browsing. Another item piqued my interest: "Hypnotic Perfume" for $300,000. This perfume claimed to release pheromones that could subtly influence the wearer's surroundings, making them more suggestible and compliant. It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands.