Hypno Slave の小説・ストーリー

That is always awkward when the Dom is nearby. As I move lower with the harness, I notice something. I had been avoiding eye contact with Slave's creamy butt cheeks. I knew tere was a good chance that my co9ck would thicken if I were to pay too much attention to certain body parts. As I bring the rope under her glutinous maximus, I notice a shiny object resting between her cheeks. Slave has had a metal butt plug inside her this whole time. My co8ck twitched and I nearly groaned out loud. I stand, finishing the harness and tying off the ends of the rope. I then begin the task of raising her into the air. I carefully check all points of contact the rope has with her delicate skin before I star

It felt like they had been teleported to an endless domain of eternal darkness. They lost total control of their body. Their limbs were stiff and their mouths could not form any sort of speech. Freedy sneered in satisfaction when he saw that they had fallen into his spell as they began to sink into a deep slumber. "Listen to my command and kneel!" He ordered them in a hypnotic state. Crash! Crash! Hilda, Gasper and Nuella pitched forward and fell to the floor in a kneeling position as their bodies followed his orders unconsciously.

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

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

"Tonight, has shown me that I've been to relaxed in my claiming of you all. First Janice and now Charlotte have both stepped out of their place. So, I am going to finish training each of you now. But I want to give each of you one last opportunity to say no and leave. Do you want to be my four sister-wives? Understand that you will be my slaves and I will be your complete Master. So answer me do you want me to own you?" There came a resounding, "Yes Master." from all four of them. "Then you will repeat after me and everything you repeat will sink deep into your soul and become your truth. You will be changed by what you repeat and it will be eternal do you understand?" I pushed that command

I don’t really remember her going to school, or maybe I was too little when she did. "I know you hate me because you think I have done everything wrong to you, but trust me, I didn’t," I said that, but my voice cracked at the end because technically my wolf did do it. The confusing part was that Mr. Holt has used hypnosis very cleverly. He used it to make me look like I was controlling him. He made me do things, which in turn made me look like a controller.

“Sure. Mahima, we can speak tomorrow.” He got up and left the room, closing the door behind himself for privacy. Professor Mozart watched him leave and began to give her an examination. Mahima was being a decent patient with him. “Mahima, listen to my voice.” Professor Mozart started to use hypnosis on her. He worked to put her under so he could get her to do his bidding. Mahima fell into a deep sleep after he was done. “When you wake up, you won’t remember meeting me. You’ll become the boss from hell. You’ll push Akaisha to the point of wanting to quit.”

"Miss Jackson, are you sure you want to undergo hypnosis? You should know that once it begins, it's irreversible. Your body will be controlled by an alternate personality, and you'll fall into a sleep from which you'll never wake up," the doctor asked gravely over the phone. "Yes, I'm sure," Nina replied calmly. Before the call ended, there was a sudden noise at the door—Lucas Spencer had returned. Nina hung up and silently walked to the living room.

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

’ 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!