De-Skilled

It's been a while, but I had some inspiration that turned into a longer piece, so enjoy!

You asked your partner for some intelligence play, and they said they'd go away and read up on it. Now they're here to deliver, and then some.

CN: Intelligence play, some light degradation.

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You were drawing when your partner joined you. You had just finished getting the pose of the hands on the character right, when they sat down on the chair next to you.

“Hey, babe, could I borrow you for a second? I want to test something.”

You set down your stylus, and slowly turned your chair to face them, before laughing at the overly dramatic nature of the movement. “Yeah, sure, what do you want to test?”

Their face brightened. “Well… You said you wanted to try some IQ play, right?”

“Yeah, I did – Is this going to be something long term that we should wait for tonight to try?”

“No, it shouldn’t be? It’ll be temporary, though… If you like it, I’ll make it so we can play more with it tonight.”

You thought. You still had a couple of days on this commission, you had the time.

“Okay, just so I’m clear, what are you planning on doing specifically?”

They blushed. “Well… I was thinking about taking away knowledge of a skill. Specifically…” They looked at your screen, still showing the character. “Your artistic skills.”

You giggled. “Well, sweet, as long as you can promise that it’ll be temporary, that does sound like fun.”

They nodded. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. It’ll only be for, say, an hour?”

“Okay, then yes, by all means, test it out.”

“Right, first thing’s first, let’s start with our breathing. Deep breaths for me.” Their voice had changed, taken on a hypnotic patter that made it so easy to follow, so easy to sink down for them. As their voice continued to flow into your mind, you continued to sink for them, sinking and drifting deeper and deeper down. Mind fuzzing up, as your consciousness drifted away.

And some point, your eyes closed. You could hear their words, but not make sense of them. But the sensations were familiar. Their control wrapping around you, feeling so good. The pleasure of obedience, tied with something new. It felt almost like a drain, attached to your brain. And as it started to suck away, you felt your mind begin to slow even further. Fog filling your mind and making it so hard to even begin to think. And then the drain was sucking away something else. Skills, memories, ideas and concepts built up over years of practise, flowing away from you. Being pulled out of you. You were hazy, you were drifty, you were arous- arous- you were horny. And then you were back up.

Their arms were holding you, safe, and secure. “Hey pet – how do you feel?”

You nodded, mouth and body still feeling heavy. “O-okay. Good.” The horniness pulsed in your mind as their hand drew small soft circles on your back.

“Good! That’s good. Can I check if it worked? Would that be okay?” Again, you nodded, thinking was… Hard. “Okay, try and draw something for me- ah, wait… Let me just save what you were working on.” Their hand quickly jumped to the keyboard, saving your progress, and opening a new document. “Right, try and draw… A tree for me.”

You sat up, and took up your stylus. It felt, clumsy, wrong in your hand. You tried to think where to start. The trunk.

Your hand felt unnatural as it moved. The motion was alien, and the line was all sorts of shaky. Quickly, you had two vaguely parallel lines. The rest of the tree followed, sort of. Rounded shapes as clumps of leaves, and then… Ah, two lines bending outwards. The roots. You sat back. That wasn’t so hard.

Your partner laughed. “Well, are you done?” You nodded, no longer as sure of yourself as you were. “Babe, where’s the detail? I’ve seen you do better trees than this before.” You blushed, embarrassed.

“I- erm…” Your mind felt like treacle, it was so hard to think. Detail? What… What detail.

“Oh, it’s okay… I did make you like this. All silly, and stupid. A sweet little bimbo. Well… If you can’t draw… What can you do? I mean, besides sit still and look pretty – which you’re doing so very well already.” They ran a hand through your hair and you instinctively rubbed into it, the sensation felt nice. “Oh my little dumb toy… What am I going to do with you? I promised you an hour, and we’ve got half the time left…”

They glanced around, before grinning at you, mischief in their eyes. “Well, since your too stupid to draw right now… I guess that there’s other things you can do for me. That don’t require you to think. Doesn’t that sound nice my sweet bimbo? Hush now.” They put a finger to your lips as you opened your mouth. “I don’t need you to talk, and besides, you’re probably much too stupid to have a conversation with by now.” They took one of your hands and pulled you from your chair.

“Right, kneel down, there’s a good toy. And let me just… Wait. Stay there, okay?” They ruffled a hand through your hair as they stood, and stripped down, before sitting before you once again, and pulling your head to their sex. “Okay, get to work pet. You might be dumb, but I know that your mouth works.” And quickly you settled into a rhythm, up and down, feeling so good as the scent flooded your brain. It felt so good to be used like this. A dumb, silly, bimbo sex toy, for their pleasure.

They kept you there for a while, clearly enjoying themselves, hands running through your hair, sometimes pulling as the sensations reached a peak. And through it all, your mind was filled with barely anything, just air, and the pleasure of obedience. It felt so good to service them like this. It felt so good to be theirs. To not think. And when, finally, they brought you back up, and sat you in your chair, they smiled at you.

“Awh, babe, you look so cute like that. Dumb and sloppy. They reached out and wiped away at your mouth with a tissue. “You’re drooling! Oh, have you enjoyed being my silly bimbo sextoy?” All you could do was nod, thinking of words to say was too hard right now. “Okay, well… Our hour is up. So, pet, sleep for me, would you?”

The sensation of trance hit you like a freight train, and you sank quickly and easily into mindlessness. They took their time, letting you savour the relaxation, the pleasure, which was quickly rising. You could feel their hands caressing you. Touching you. It felt so good in this dreamy space. They were counting you up, as the pleasure reached its climax, tearing through you, you came up to an orgasm that felt incredible. With it, came your brain, your ability to think, and, you hoped, your ability to draw.

They pulled you close again, cleaning you up with another tissue. “Hey, babe, my sweet smart darling. How was that?”

You took a moment to breath, the aftershocks of your climax still rippling through you, before nodding. “Good. That – that was good. Let’s do more with that tonight?”

They laughed. “Oh? Was it that good? Okay… I guess we can play with it some more after dinner. But for now, are you okay?”

“Yeah, it was…” You moaned as you thought back over the experience. “Oh that was absolutely what I wanted from some intelligence play.”

“Good, good. Hey, come lay in bed for five minutes?”

And with that, you both moved, looking forward to the evening’s plans.