A golden cage made even better

The doctor is a fine looking Black woman, just a few years older than nurse Cyndi. "Where do you think you are going?" she asks severely, her fists on her hips. The nurse looks at you with a warm smile: "This is Doctor Sanfond, Quatherine Sanfond."

"Well miss Sanfond, you say confidently, you'll never guess: I'm going back home and Cyndi here has offered to come with me.

"Oh really?" answers the Doctor mockingly. You take a moment to compare the two women: they are both slim but not skinny. Cyndi's hips are slightly rounder but Doctor Sanfond is a little better endowed, probably something around 36D or DD - a great team, you think.

"Yes. She'll be looking after me and all. And you're coming too."

You focus your attention on the black woman; Cyndi does not waver. However, this time, the take of control does not just "happen": something is getting in the way. Is it because you can't control two minds at once? Or because Quatherine's mind is much stronger than Cyndi's? You don't like to perpetuate stereotypes, but you did notice her blonde ponytail...

The struggle does not last long; you feel the Doctor subdue to your own will. However, you remain uneasy at first. Is there a risk that she might break free from your control?

After a few moments, she shakes her short-haired head. "I'm afraid that's not possible.

"What?! Why not?! I told you to let me go!"

"I know. But you can't go back home."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you." That answer shocks you. She can't? Isn't she under your control? Frowning and concentrating, you ask again,

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you." She says that without any hesitation. Somehow, that part of her mind seems to have resisted to your power. Almost as if that information was meant to be hidden from you...

"Why don't you want to stay in this room? asks Quatherine.

"Well..." You take a moment to think. You might as well try and make your stay as pleasant as possible, till you learn more about what happened in the past months... "It's not very... private. Not nearly enough even. I'd like a place where nurse Cyndi here could tend to my every need." The Doctor nods positively. This strengthens your resolution and you say, "A place where she could walk around... not necessarily wearing her uniform, if you know what I mean, without any trouble." Nod. "And you too. I mean, you are two beautiful ladies, but I'd really like to see you walk around the place without any clothes on. I don't understand why I should be tended by nurses and doctors that are not both beautiful and naked.

"Absolutely. I think your point is very valid." says Quatherine as if you had just concluded a very logic and convincing argument. "Nurse, she asks, are you aware of any room in this hospital that would match this criteria?

"Well," says Cyndi. "Let me think for a moment... Yes, I think so... Near the abandoned stockroom on the second floor. There is a bigger room right next to it, with larger windows. It should be easy enough to convert it into a standard room; I can find blinds if we must not be seen. And we could put our uniforms in the nearby janitor's closet while we tend after this patient."

"Right," says Quatherine as she scribbles on her notepad. "Your room should be ready by tomorrow. I'm sorry we can't do any faster, despite your critical state."

You don't know if you should burst out laughing or simply nod. Stunned by the success of your little mind stunt, you put down your things and tell them to go back to their routine. "But!" You say at the last second. "But before you go, please remove your bras and panties. There is no need for any female staff member here to wear more than a single layer of clothes."

Once again agreeing that it is a perfectly valid and understandable request, the two women actively unbutton their blouses. You sit on the bed, your knees trembling a little; you've never seen such gorgeous ladies undress "live". They work diligently and you only get an eyeful of their breasts before their rebutton their uniform, this time without underwear; Cindy's are slightly pointed while Quatherine's are round and smooth. You've watched enough movies to guess that they are both 100% naturals. Unfortunately, the two women pull down their panties without taking off their skirt, but you are not too disappointed; soon, they'll be with you bare-naked anyway.

Worried that their long "talk" with you might attract attention from other staff members, you send them back on their way. As they exit, you let yourself fall back on the bed. Your hard-on slips out of your hospital robe. You start stroking on your shaft, imagining an hospital full of Cyndis and Quatherines walking around naked or in skimpy uniforms and pleasing patients in every way possible. Amongst your phantasms, you realize you have no idea if they will break free of your control if they stay away for long. With a grin, you imagine them suddenly coming to their senses and trying to hide the protuberance of their nipples, hard from rubbing on the rough fabric of their uniform. Your hand gets moist and you fumble for tissues on your night table. Your hand falls on their piled underwear instead; smiling, you get on your knees on the bed, bend over the table and, eyes closed, let your love juice gush out of your throbbing member and splatter their clothes. Your orgasm is soft and sweet, as a refined version of the usual burst of heat and pleasure. It seems to you like you have never climaxed that way before. Long seconds later, you open your eyes and look down, amazed at the quantity of sperm you have spurted. With a sigh, you wipe your dick on Cindy's bra, the less damp of the 4 pieces of clothing, and sit down.

Now that sex is off your mind for a few minutes, you wonder what the doctor meant when she said you could not go back. More importantly, you wonder why she just couldn't tell more. There seems to be no clock on the walls and all you can tell by looking out the window is that it's still night. It is too high on the wall to let you see downwards; all you can see are a few stars and the crescent-shaped moon. The door to your room is closed; you wonder why.