sillyfakeboy

[sillyfakeboy]

you’re not really getting dumber, right?

i mean, obviously you like the idea of it, but that doesn’t actually mean anything.

you just like how it feels to turn your mind off,

how it feels to listen to your favorite hypno files,

and stare at all the pretty pink spirals,

and maybe even edge just a little,

but that’s not like… actually making you dumber, right?

of course not, don’t be so silly! of course you would notice. if you were really getting dumber, the signs would be so obvious!

like, so what if you’re making more typos now than you were a few months ago? that doesn’t mean anything.

so what if you find yourself becoming more forgetful in your everyday life? everyone forgets things sometimes.

so what if your dumb airhead thoughts just slip out sometimes in front of other people? they probably don’t even notice.

so what if your mind keeps drifting off into thoughts of listening and scrolling and edging and giggling? you just like the way it feels.

so what if your little brain is getting foggier and spacier whenever you try to think about something complex? it’s just like, not your thing.

so what if you’re so addicted to being a silly airhead that you have a hard time stopping? it’s not like you really want to, anyways.

and so what that you can’t even remember how dumb you used to be? it just means you should keep going deeper <3

[sillyfakeboy]

You are not "addicted" to porn

You are porn. You are an object that exists for the purpose of male pleasure. You watch porn to stay focused on sex and to keep yourself from getting any silly ideas about your place in society being something other than a fleshlight. Your real addiction should be to male approval.

[sillyfakeboy]

coming onto tumblr again might've been a bad idea.... all i can think about is showing off my body to icky men on the internet and being used for their pleasure.

starting to only think about cock like it's my purpose

[sillyfakeboy]

takes one edible and becomes cartoonishly obvious mind control bait. laying in bed giggling and kicking my feet thinking about how i’m soooo suggestible right now, and god it would be so easy to brainwash me, or hypnotize me, or manipulate me, or corrupt me, or or or

[sillyfakeboy]

misgendering a fakeboy “by accident” like, fuck your big clit feels so good in my mouth…oh sorry, i meant your little cock. god your pussy is so wet…oops, i meant your boycunt. aww, you’re such a good girl for me…i mean boy…

[sillyfakeboy]

getting self destructively way too high again! >_< what're u doin?

fuck i smoked so much kief... im dizzy i feel like a stupid kid trying weed for the first time

oh god everything is so sensitive, someone just hold me down and use me.

hhh i love telling yall things i know will ruin my reputation if someone sees........

[sillyfakeboy]

GIRL TO ENGLISH TRANSLATOR

Sometimes guys do struggle to figure out what girls mean when they say stuff, especially in private. So i translated some things.

Girl: "You have nice hands" > english: "choke me Daddy"

Girl: "you have nice eyes" > english: "make me stare into them while i beg you for what i want"

Girl: "i like your name" > english: "i'm thinking about how it'll sound when i moan it"

Girl: "you're really strong" > english: "pin me down and show me you can handle me easily"

Girl: "you're so smart" > english: "I want you to make all decisions and just let me be dumb forever"

Girl: "you're too nice to me" > english: "be mean. I dare you"

Girl: "awwww, that's cute" > english: "fuck you, hehehe...... oh no.... please don't punish me"

[sillyfakeboy]

fakeboys giving into their most basic instincts and having sloppy lesbian sex is the hottest thing we can do tbh

[sillyfakeboy]

ugghhh thinking so hard about forced intox.. like, you baked something for me? oh -- it's my favorite type of brownies! haha wouldn't it be funny if they were weed brownies or something.. nah you'd never do that without my permission, right? anyway.. no, i shouldn't have more than one. you wanna give these to other people, right? no? i guess one more wouldn't hurt.. they aren't edibles, so i should be good to eat as many as i want, yeah?

[sillyfakeboy]

please send me r@pe threats please send me r@pe threats please send me r@pe threats please send me r@pe threats please send me r@pe threats please send me r@pe threats please please please please please please please please

[sillyfakeboy]

recently discovered the concept of a hypnotized person blankly repeating what the hypnotist is telling them is WAYYYY hotter then i first thought

[sillyfakeboy]

just wanna be conditioned and moulded and trained and taught and brainwashed into the perfect little fuck doll

[sillyfakeboy]

Not many things beat hypnotising someone to only say one phrase and then ask them questions that that phrase just can't answer.

"How did that trance feel, darling?" "I'm a good toy." "Oh, I know darling, but did you enjoy?" "I... I'm a- good toy."

[sillyfakeboy]

Behind Frosted Glass

Inspired by a certain story, one of my dolls asked if she could have a Good Girl Button.

She was so excited by the way in which should be so easily rewritten. Little tweaks and changes, here and there.

But what really excited her was the idea that I could just record over memories. I could omit little things or construct something new.

She wanted so desperately to be a plaything, programmable by whoever plays with her.

So, after fractionating her pretty little mind until it was putty in my hand, I wove my ribbon between my fingers and into her.

It took her a while to come to after I counted her back up. She's a bit of a glutton for fractionation.

She was so happy to have gone so deep, but we didn't waste time in getting to play.

I asked her a simple question.

Would you be a good girl and touch your forehead for me?

There was a hesitation in her movement, but she obeyed and-

Night night doll!

Bye bye brain!

No matter my teasing, she remained limp in her chair, brain off, just a mindless empty doll.

I counted her up and she awoke with a wonderful smile on her face. I've had this doll for some time now but I recognise that smile. A small part of her was still in a little bit out of doubt, just a tiny piece of doubt, which was immediately quelled by her Good Girl Button working just as she had fantasised.

But then I asked her to hold the button.

Now her mind was like an open microphone, recording anything I told it.

I told her a very simple thing.

That she had a deep arousal that need tending but she just can't remember how to do it.

I counted her up and her hips bucked and thighs squeezed the moment I reached the end.

Her eyes clenched, she bit her bottom lip.

And then she began to twist her arms.

She knew she needed to feed that hunger between her legs but there was static on the line that the signals from her brain were trying to travel along.

Phantoms of muscle memory trying to reach out but being pushed back by the little spell.

Her intimate areas became uncharted territory and it was delightful to watch her try but wonderfully fail at pleasuring herself.

Her moans were delicious, equal parts frustration and pleasure.

While she was on my lap I also wove a lovely pleasure spell, that a snap of my fingers would send pleasure coursing through her.

So to tease and torture I would snap my fingers while she was trying to scratch that itch.

By the time we were done she was a puddle, barely able to string a word together, let alone sentences.

I cooed and coddled her, turning her into a soft ragdoll to ease away the stresses of the scene.

When her mind finally returned to her, she said something beautiful about the experience.

That it was like her memory was trapped behind frosted glass, amorphous and vague, but tantalisingly recognisable, like it was on the tip of her tongue.

I am going to have so much fun with these new spells.

[sillyfakeboy]

One of the joys of turning a cutie into a drone is watching them try to call me by my name only to hear the name "Controller" come out of their mouth no matter how hard they try. Their reactions are just delicious

[sillyfakeboy]

I love the chance to take one of my Dolls' kinks and add a new spice or twist to the mix, give them something new to live in their head rent-free. One of my Dolls adores being locked in place, but in a recent play session, I wanted to press some more of her buttons.

She loves that helpless inevitability that comes with some of our sessions, so I changed her lock in place command just a little. I liken it to contagious petrification. First it starts in her toes and begins an ever so slow and even sweeter journey upwards; turning her body into stone. But there was a catch: if she touched a part of her petrified body, that part would begin petrifying too.

I had her touch her stiff and still thigh and sure enough; her finger turned, then her fingers, then her hand, and up it spread. The whole time she was whimpering, and desperately trying to keep her wand in that sweet spot. Then, being the tricksy domme I am, I planted a devious little seed in her head by wondering out loud what would happen if she touched her lips with her petrified hand.

I was greeted by her quivering voice, "I want to b-but, I kn-now what'll happen... I... I want to... but.. but.. I- oh god~ oh gohmmmMMmm mmhhmmmmmMMmmm-".

Curiousity got the better of her.

Her moans were delicious. Hearing them get higher and higher as she got closer, as she became a passenger in her own body.

She managed to cum before she fully petrified, but I left her stew for a little, her wand working away at her clit without a single clue its owner was now a little... absent.

[sillyfakeboy]

send me gross porn and order me to rub myself to it