Sleep With Giggli

A blog about stuff that I find exciting, intriguing, or cute! Age 18+ (by a comfortable margin)

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[sleepwithgiggli]

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Surrendered to Shadows

In the end, it was the shadows that defeated Darcy. Not that she realized it was happening at first--she only noticed out of the corner of her eye that as she was messing around in the tiny kitchen of their very small apartment, her roommate Madison kept staring at her laptop even as the sun went down and the living room was plunged into ever-increasing gloom. But Madison had gotten engrossed in projects before, and getting dinner together was turning into an all-encompassing task, so Darcy let her sit there illuminated only by the light of the screen while she got on with things.

But it was an open plan kitchen, and Darcy periodically glanced up at Madison while she stirred the polenta and regretted her choice of side dishes, and soon she began to notice that her friend wasn't simply engrossed in whatever task she'd gotten involved in. She seemed genuinely fascinated by whatever she was watching, not even so much as brushing the touchpad or striking a single letter on the keyboard. Darcy wasn't the type to pry, and the idea of going over and looking at Madison's screen without asking felt intolerably rude, but something about the way the petite blonde stared slack-jawed at her computer felt… off. It made Darcy pay a little more attention. And that was when she noticed the shadows.

Because by this point in the evening, the lights in the kitchen only stretched a few scant feet into the darkness of the living room. If it wasn't for the light of Madison's laptop, Darcy wouldn't even have been able to see her friend. As it was, bands of shadow kept passing in front of her face in a constant procession, lighting up her features for a moment before allowing them to surrender to the gloom once more. It became easier and easier to recognize as Darcy stirred and stared--her friend was watching a spiral. A black on white spiral, rotating endlessly on the screen and apparently captivating her so completely and totally she hadn't even thought to get up and turn on the lights. It would have been funny if it wasn't also vaguely sinister.

It was sinister, though. Darcy didn't have any experience with hypnosis outside of silly direct-to-streaming thrillers and old 70s TV shows, but it definitely felt ominous to watch her roommate simply lose herself in the images on the screen. The more the shadows flitted across her face, the more Darcy began to wonder if Madison wasn't being made to… to do something, or think something, or whatever the spiral was able to do to her mind to leave her rapt and open and completely devoid of expression on her delicate features. She decided to keep a closer eye on Madison once the lasagna came out of the oven, just to make sure her friend wasn't about to try to kill Charlie's Angels or something.

She didn't, of course. But she did begin to slowly strip out of her clothing and slide her fingers in between her thighs to rub at her slick pink pussy. Which was worrying, but not nearly as worrying as the fact that Darcy just stood there and watched it happen. Despite her resolve to help her friend, despite the food that was ready and cooling on the rack on the counter, Darcy couldn't seem to bring herself to do anything about her friend's slow, insidious subjugation to some bizarre sexual mind control. She simply swayed in place, watching the shadows cross Madison's face again. And again. And yet again, until it occurred to her that she was every bit as fascinated as her roommate. And the moment the notion occurred to her, she found herself slowly walking across the apartment with a sleepwalker's gait to take her place at Madison's side.

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[wafflewarrior111]

So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

[missroserose]

I love the lawyer metaphor, because whenever I see “John knew that...” in prose writing I immediately think “how?  How does he know it?”  Interrogate your witnesses.  Cross-examine them.  Make them explain their reasoning.  It pays dividends.

[heck-in-a-handbasket]

All of this, but also feels/felt. My editor has forbidden me from using those and it’s forced me to stretch my skills.

[ineedthesons]

This is your "show not tell" advice explained!

[tarysande]

Editor here.

First, let me preface this with something very important: you can treat all of this advice as SECOND-DRAFT ADVICE. It is so much easier to rewrite this kind of stuff once you have words on the page. Telling yourself the first draft is totally appropriate and acceptable.

What we’re talking about here are FILTER WORDS (and to some degree verbs of being). Yes, “thought” words are included. But so are “heard, saw, looked, tasted, smelled” etc.—most words having to do with the senses.

This isn’t black and white advice; sometimes you’ll use these words and that’s okay. They’re not WRONG. They’re just weaker. And they’re weaker because they create distance between the reader and the experience of the character.*

If you want your reader to feel like they’re experiencing the story right alongside the character, you want to cut down on filter words.

*This is particularly important with first person and close third POVs. The reader always knows whose eyes they’re seeing through and thoughts they’re privy to. So you don’t need to tell them “I saw X.” Or “I heard X.” Or “I thought Y.” You can just jump into the action/observation as it’s happening.

This is also where you want to pay attention to verbs of being.

“It was rainy.” Versus: “The rain pounded against the roof.” Or “The rain howled like an injured animal.” Or “The rain tapped against the window like an anxious lover.” All of these are inviting the reader deeper into the experience of the story by using stronger verbs and similes. And, at the same time, they stir feelings (instead of TELLING feelings). And feelings keep your reader engaged. Engaged readers keep turning pages; engaged readers become FANS.

[the-haiku-bot]

This is also where

you want to pay attention

to verbs of being.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[defilerwyrm]

The most valuable advice that Author Ex gave me through the years that we wrote together was this: the problem with all these filter words is that they create distance in the POV.

That means that when you read a line like

John saw that the curtains were open.

It immediately takes you OUT of the character's perspective and instead tells you what they experience as a secondhand observation.

You don't have to get fancy or purple with how you rephrase things like this. Not everything needs a ton of breathing room.

You wanna know what's perfectly impactful while keeping a tight POV?

The curtains were open.

Simple as that.

[songlin]

This was one of my all time most powerful writing lessons! This mindset shift makes you a stronger writer immediately in a way that just keeps getting easier and better for you.

[elumish]

The take I always have on advice like this is that "John saw that the curtains were open." and "The curtains were open." are sentences that are telling you two different pieces of information.

Some of this, yes, is about POV distance--but some of it is also about the information being conveyed by the sentence. If you are using a sentence like "John saw that the windows were open" it should be because the information you are seeking to convey is that John saw it.

Maybe this matters because the next time John looks back they are closed, and so he's doubting what he saw. Maybe it matters because he later has to recount information about the room he was in, and it's notable that he specifically saw that the windows were open. The fact and method of his observation is part of the point of the sentence, rather than simply the observation itself.

When we are using sense verbs, it should be because part of the point is the sense. Same with "thought", "felt", etc.: "Mary thought that Susan looked a little thin" is telling us a different piece of information than "Susan looked a little thin."

Contrarily, at least in my opinion, simple telling phrasing like "It was rainy" can sometimes bring us more into a character's head than something showing like "The rain howled like an injured animal." I have read books when a relatively plain-spoken/plain-thinking character suddenly starts having elaborate descriptions of things like scenery or weather, and it is abundantly clear that the author wanted to spruce up their writing and avoid "telling." The problem is that it drags me as the reader out of the character's head and shows me where all of the strings are. I'm suddenly thinking about how the author is worried about being yelled at for "telling" instead of just reading the story.

Your writing, down to the sentence structure and word choice level, should be about what you are trying to accomplish. Is the point to tell us that the window was open, or is it to tell us that John saw that the window was open?

[jukeboxemcsa]

Chloe Sounds It Out

It wasn't that Chloe wanted to disobey. If anything, it was really more that she thought it would be literally impossible to disobey, at least if Master was telling the truth. Not that she disbelieved him, she'd spent far too many hours writhing in ecstasy as a soft pink fog of pleasure covered her thoughts and her memories and made her an obedient plaything for her mesmerizing owner to do anything as naughty as disbelieve, but… but surely no one had that kind of power over her, did they? She had a Master's degree in philosophy, she'd studied Plato and Descartes and Immanuel Kant, surely he couldn't have made her too dumb to read through hypnosis alone? And so, when Master was away, Chloe took the book off the wall.

She sat down in a corner to read it, knees up with the heavy tome resting gently on her alabaster thighs--Chloe might have broken the rule about books, but she wasn't about to do anything so serious as get up on the furniture without permission. She flipped open to a random page, expecting somehow to see nothing but a series of meaningless squiggles, but no--she could still see words there, and she still knew what they looked like. She pushed back her big chunky glasses and began to focus on the text, her lacy collar feeling suddenly constrictive around her neck as she began to do the unthinkable and read.

"The… the fore-going pro, pro, pro-po-sition," she stammered out, flushing with pride as she sounded out each syllable, "is of the utmost im… portance, for it de-ter-mines the limits of the… ex-er-cise of the pure un, under-standing in regard to objects, just as trans…." Chloe trailed off, a momentary throb of heat flaring to life between her thighs as she found herself thinking about all the wonderful trances Master had put her into, and all the wonderful brainwashing she'd absorbed in that docile and empty state. But she pushed on, intensely proud of herself as she finished the entire sentence. "… trans-cen-dental aes… aes-thetic de-termined the limits of the ex-er-cise of the pure form of our sens-u-ous in-tu-ition."

Chloe beamed brightly with pride, even allowing her fingers to creep down between her legs and relieve some of the pleasant ache in her soaking cunt… until she realized she had no idea what anything she'd just said actually meant. She couldn't remember what a 'trans-cen-dental aes-thetic' was, she didn't know how to exercise her understanding anymore, and she kept getting 'pro-po-sition' confused with 'pre-po-sition' and thinking about little tiny words. She went back to the sentence, trying to really focus on each word and break down its meaning before she got to the next, but the page kept moving as she spread her legs wider and wider and she soon lost her place.

That was how Master found her when he got home, the book clasped to her chest as rivulets of drool ran just underneath it from Chloe's outstretched tongue down through her cleavage, her fingers buried between her slick pink labia and making sloshing sounds as the erasure of her own intellect aroused her to peak after peak of pleasure. He took the tome out of her unresisting hands and replaced it on the shelf, patting her proudly on the head for reinforcing her conditioning like a good girl, and pulled out his cock to fuck her face. Chloe had no idea that it was she who asked for this particular piece of programming… and she definitely didn't realize that she only tested the limits of her obedience to find out just how brainwashed she truly and ecstatically was.

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[silthound]

[divine-mutt]

BOOT BOOT BOOT

[consensualdomination]

Fun story: I recently had a partner/sub who I punished by forcing to write lines for about 10 minutes while simultaneously grinding against my boot riiight there

It certainly made the lines more bearable for them 🥰

[hypnopum]

Your hypnotist let you sink back into the bed, eyes closed, body limp. Your mind was empty, except for their words. “Now, toy, do you understand what comes next?” They said, one hand idly brushing down your chest. The sensation felt so good. A soft tingle of warmth.

“You’ve been ever so good for me, sinking so blissfully into sweet surrender. Letting me pull all those silly thoughts out of that head, and breaking you into nothingness.” Their hand on your chest came up to your cheek, holding you tenderly, gently. You melted into that touch.

“Well, plaything, now that you are all blank, and brainless, it’s time to refill that brain of yours. But don’t worry, I won’t be giving you back your original mind.” They laughed, and their hand slipped down to your chin, gripping slightly tighter. “No, that’s mine.”

Their voice sank into your mind. “I want to drag those sweet sensations of submission and obedience to the surface. I want you eager, and desperate to be told want to do. Because a good toy finds purpose in service. And you are going to love how good it feels to be my good toy.”

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[hornyandsoft]

It's really adorable seeing you be nothing but a pair of tits and a cunt~ it's clear to everyone scrolling your blog as you touch yourself to the attention you get~ I think everyone looking through wants to make a mess on you so you never forget that you are just tits and cunt making a public display on the internet, just pumping their cocks looking at you, porn~

im just tits and a cunt

im just tits and a cunt

cum on me for your own pleasure while i whine and edge please fuck i'm tits and cunt i'm meant to be looked at and watched and used as jerk off material thats' all im for fuck fuck fuck fuck

[tmf1998]

[ayerslix]

My domme has had me denied since last Christmas day. It's brutal

Oh, how wonderful. What a special and precious object you are. Because you are an object, yes? You must be an object if you don't make decisions about your own body. And objects don't have orgasms. That all makes perfect sense. Your Domme must be so proud. I would be so proud to have such a beautifully denied object. Everything seems perfect.

I feel I must pick up on one little detail though, you said 'brutal', but I think you can't possibly mean that, can you? I think you meant it's wonderful and perfect and you are very grateful, and I think you should thank your Domme by doing something that you know will please them right away. Lovely.

[wakewithgiggli]

Nicolette Shea

[brkenart]

[sleepwithgiggli]

Paulina J. Candy

[hypnomast]

Put yourself on display. Your body is meant for the pleasure of the observer. Tits out. Ass out. Shake your tits for attention. Writhe like a slut. Move to the beat of your aching cunt. You’re an object for pleasure.

[hypnovixxie]

Submitting and opening up to you is becoming so sooooo easy

Easier every time you stare and relax <3 It's good for you... Just... Take a deep breath... Let go of that tension in your jaw... Tune into your body, as your mind goes soft... And let yourself feel... Good <3

[hypnovixxie]

My Favorite Shirt <3

Do you like it?

[toughxtender]

your tits are sooooo amazing wow 😵‍💫

I know right ?? 😌

[eros22]

🥥🥥🥝🥝🍼🍼💦💦

[sleepwithgiggli]

temptress119

[secret-subject]

Vampire hypnosis is and will always be hot. There is no one who can change my mind. In fact the only way my mind will be changed is if a vampire comes and steals it in the night with their very sexy eyes, but it won't make it any less hot.