The Mages Guild Intercourse Clinic – part 3

I woke up to my empty room and looked around at the walls. I groaned as I sat up and stretched my arms and legs. I started thinking about the past few clients, and realized that I had no idea how long I had been here. There were no clocks or windows, so it was almost impossible to judge time.

That thought made me think about trying to find out some information about myself. I would have to think of a plan to get someone to talk to me. 

But before I could think of anything, there was the familiar green flash in the corner of the room and the nurse was there walking towards me. 

I stood up to greet her. “Hello.” I said, unable to think of anything better to say. I noticed that she was holding something behind her back. “Your next client is almost ready.” she said, getting straight to the point. “Alright then.” I replied and looked down at myself. 

I was perfectly clean, as if nothing had happened. I vaguely remembered the nurse cleaning me after the last client had drenched me in cum. 

“The client is another human Mage, and is a submissive.” she continued, “which means the you do whatever you want to do with her as long as she wants it done.” 

I nodded slowly. Then I had a thought, “What is my name?” I asked. She looked a bit surprised but soon recovered. “I haven’t the slightest idea.” she said, “Nurses aren’t given the history of the sex workers. You just get listed as MH 6673.” I remembered that from the writing on my collar. “But the reason that I’m here is to give you this.” she said, and revealed what she was holding behind her. It was a small pile of clothes. She through them on the bed and looked me in the eye. We stare at each other for a few moments, then she spoke again, “The client has requested that you wear these, and also that your collar is temporarily removed.” with that she snapped her fingers and the collar slipped off my neck and fell to the floor. She picked it up and started to walk to the corner of the room where she had entered. 

“Get dressed,” she said without turning around, ” the client will be here soon.” Then she reached the corner and vanished in a green flash. 

I look over at the pile of clothes. There is a red shirt and a pair of jeans. They look quite normal, like something you might wear on the weekend. Then I notice the belt. It looks very much like the collar, and I presumed that it acted as a substitute for it. 

I slowly got dressed, enjoying the feeling of wearing clothes for the first time in as far as I could remember. I sat on the bed and waited for the client. 


After what felt like a few minutes, there was another green flash in the corner and a woman had appeared.