Trigger Hypnosis Novels & Stories

If I believed in hypnosis, her tone and cadence would have made me think she was trying to hypnotize me into being their willing slave. But hypnosis wasn't necessary. Climaxing as hard as I was (it was still flowing through me) was enough to make me completely subservient to their needs.

“I can help with the sleep. With the dissociation. But it will require trust, and it will require you to go places you have been avoiding. Hypnosis, specifically the methods your father refined, can reach the parts of the mind that ordinary talk therapy never touches. It is not magic. It is focus, suggestion, and the willingness to let someone else hold the map for a while. Are you willing?” My mouth went dry. “Yes.” “Good.” He stood, moved to the side table, poured water into a glass, and set it near my hand. “Drink. Then look at me.” I drank. The water was cold. My fingers left prints on the glass. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he said. “You are safe here. Nothing will happen that you do not a

He gritted his teeth and hesitated to put her down on the couch. He felt like going crazy, the way she seductively looked at him like she wanted him to fuck her tipsiness away. It was a crazy torture to him as he finally laid her on the couch. He sat next to her and sighed. Subconsciously, he considered consuming the booze as well so that by the time something unfortunate occurred, it would be no one's responsibility. He stood up while grinning.

Kellan explained that I would need to be laying down or reclined back during hypnosis, which is why there was also a couch. “First let me begin by explaining what is going to happen. This first session we are going to talk about anything and everything you can remember. I will guide the conversation. When I ask something, I want you to concentrate and take your time answering. This will allow me a general idea of what areas are blocked or repressed.” Arric scribbled something on a notepad he had on his desk. “Okay.” I nodded my head while doing my best to ignore the gnawing pain in my stomach.

Harold massaged his broken leg. “Ouch!” Pete quickly pulled his leg away. “Adina, your children are abusing me!” Adina sat on the couch opposite Pete. She pursed her lips. “Pete, is it difficult to recall one’s memory sealed by hypnosis?” “Hard to say,” said Pete solemnly. “It depends on the hypnotist’s ability and skill. It also depends on the hypnotized person’s willpower. Find a chance so that I can meet with your husband. We will figure out a way.”

"You mean, my heart isn't in pain, but my heart and consciousness feel like it's hurting?" "Yes. After all, although hypnotists are powerful, they're not real gods. It's impossible for them to control your sense of pain. This is a kind of hypnosis. Hypnosis is a spiritual suggestion. That suggestion is probably for you to spoil your fiancée. If you don't follow it, you'll feel that your heart is hurting." Julien's knuckles cracked. "I understand. Can you undo it?"