Freedom

In short order, you find yourselves in front of a sex shop, glancing at the bold letters above the door with some trepidation. At school, the kids would always joke when they saw one, presenting themselves as an absolute paragon of sex, loudly playing over their curiosity or fear of ever entering one. But here you are, standing right in front of one, next to your mother. There's a knot of nervousness in your belly.

"Relax, sweetie," Lisa says, placing her hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "Jesus, you're shivering like a leaf."

"Sorry," you mumble, embarrassed. "It's just that-"

"I know," she replies, squeezing your shoulder a bit. "I haven't, either. It's okay. I can do the talking if you want me to."

"That would be great," you reply, not quite managing a smile.

Lisa enters the shop first, and you follow closely behind. The bell above the door rings softly as you step inside. There's a large variety of things inside, some you recognize, others you don't. You spot a wide section of dildos in all sizes, ranging from simple glass models to silicone ones with realistic textures. A few vibrators are stacked neatly next to them. In a corner, you see a collection of butt plugs, everything from basic silver and black to more colorful and exotic designs.

"Hey there! Welcome to S&M Pleasures!"

You turn around and see a woman approaching you. She's wearing a pair of glasses and a wide smile, her blonde hair tied up in a bun. Her clothes are very professional, but still somewhat provocative. Her top is cut low enough to show off her generous cleavage, and her pencil skirt is tight around her ass and hips, leaving little to the imagination.

"Hello," Lisa says, sounding all business-like. "We're looking for a chastity cage."

"That's great! A woman after my own heart," the saleswoman exclaims, clapping her hands together. "Chastity cages are one of our best-selling items. Here, let me show you our collection."

She leads you to the back of the store. On the way there, you pass numerous articles, some of which you cannot even begin to make sense of. There are performance-enhancing pills, handcuffs, black latex clothes, extremely tall high-heels, whips, straight-up porn DVDs, feathers for some reason, and more things. In the back, there are a number of display cases placed against a wall. Each case has its own light and contains various different chastity devices.

"These are our standard models," the saleswoman says, pointing at the first one. "They will prevent a penis from getting erect, while still allowing for ejaculation. They are made of titanium, so they are sturdy and they won't break easily. This one, in particular, is designed for men under 20 years old, for early sexual development. It's called the 'Ripe Cherry'."

She gestures towards another case, talking as if she's presented these items hundreds of times. Which she actually might have. "If you want to prevent ejaculation completely, these are the ones for you. They are made of stainless steel and are able to withstand much more **** than the simpler ones. We have several models, such as the 'Male Recluse', the 'Virgin Starter Set' or the 'Virgin Snare'. They are equipped with spikes on the inside, which will inflict increasing pain as your boy gets aroused, thus preventing him from reaching orgasm."

You stare in disbelief at the metal cages. You can't believe that anyone would willingly submit to something like that. It's humiliating, degrading, and objectifying. You're not seeing Lisa making a sour face next to you, and neither does the woman.

Undisturbed, the saleswoman moves on to the next case, her voice getting a strained quality to it. "The third option is for true connoisseurs of cock ****." You're pretty sure that her bulge has gotten bigger. "These are our most sophisticated devices, ordered by clients who want to make their boys submit completely to them. The manufacturer guarantees a zero point seven percent chance of orgasm. You can adjust the size, you can control the level of suffering imposed upon your little darling. The 'Bleeding Butthole' is a particularly nasty model, with-"

"Let me stop you right there," Lisa interjects, stepping forward. "Do you take me for some kind of sadist? What makes you think I would want my own son to be in constant discomfort?"

"Oh," the saleswoman stutters, sounding flustered. "Well, I mean, most women that come in here seek to dominate-"

"I don't care what most people do," Lisa interrupts her, raising her voice. "This is sick. My son doesn't get off on being locked up - and neither do I, for the record - and he certainly doesn't want to be punished and hurt. He's just looking for a nice, comfy cage that will keep his penis out of the equation during sex. That's all."

The saleswoman stares at her, mouth agape. She opens it again to say something, then closes it again. Finally, she clears her throat.

"It's... voluntary? Really?" She croaks, staring at you.

You nod, blushing. "Yeah, really."

"Wow," the saleswoman breathes. "That's... that's amazing. I always thought that guys like that didn't exist. I've been working here for years, and I never once met someone like that. How peculiar."

"Thank you," you reply, smiling at her. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Not big of a deal?" The saleswoman repeats. "What an understatement. I'm still wondering if I'm awake right now. Do you know how many people come in here wanting to turn their boy into their plaything with this stuff? Not just chastity cages, but dildos, ropes, whips, chains, even gags-"

"Aaaaand that's enough of that," Lisa says, cutting her off. "We're here to buy a chastity cage, not to listen to you going on about the wonders of sadism. Now, if you don't mind, we'll browse your collection. Alone."

The saleswoman stares at her, then nods slowly. "Of course. Take your time. Let me know if you need anything." She hastily retreats back to the counter.

You stare at her as she walks away, somewhat taken aback. "So, uhm, thanks for doing that."

Lisa fumes. "I didn't want to hear any more of that crap. What a twisted woman."

You look at her. It's not often that you've seen her genuinely angry or even just upset. "Thanks. I don't think I would have had the courage to speak up."

"Yeah, well, you don't have to thank me," Lisa replies, grabbing one of the cages, pointedly ignoring the crueler models. "How about this one? Looks nice and comfortable."

You take a look at it. It's made of titanium, with a steel-gray color. The recommended wearer size is above yours, though.

"I like the design of it, but it's a bit too big for me. There, that one has the correct size." You point at the display case next to it.

"Okay," Lisa says, putting the other cage back and picking up the new one. "Let's go with this one."

You step over to the cashier, who had been staring at you from a distance the whole time. She blushes as you approach her, fumbling with her hair nervously.

"So, uhm, sorry about before," she says, clearly embarrassed. "I didn't mean to be rude or anything. It's just that I've never met someone like you before. So you're..." Her voice drops to a whisper. "So you're managing to keep up with an adult woman?"

"Uh yeah, if anything, my mom is the one who's keeping up with me," you reply, pointing at Lisa as she approaches.

"Really?" The saleswoman gasps. "I can't even get my husband to-"

She stops as Lisa arrives at the counter, who is still giving her the stink eye. She stutters a bit, then gathers herself somewhat, and starts typing into the cash register. She does not meet Lisa's icy gaze. "That'll be $135.00."

Lisa hands her a card, and she swipes it through the reader. After a few moments, the screen lights up with a green symbol, indicating that the payment has been confirmed. She then turns to leave without saying another word.

"Enjoy the cage," the saleswoman whispers to you. "I think this is the first time I'm actually meaning that."

"That's kind of sad. But thank you all the same," you reply.

You grab the cage and follow your mother outside. Looking back, you see the saleswoman staring at you, a stunned expression on her face. You wave, then turn around and close the door.

"Now that was a particularly bad example of how women should not think about men," Lisa spits as you join her outside the store. "Just viewing them as sexual objects. It's shameful. It puts all of womankind in a bad light. This is what men put up with? Ugh, I'm sorry you have to deal with people like that."

"Don't worry about it," you reply, a little embarrassed over the topic. "It happens all the time. One learns to ignore it after a while."

She puts her arm around your shoulder, squeezing you against her body. "Well, not on my watch. I will make sure that you feel respected and appreciated, my sweet boy."

You smile at her, then kiss her softly. "Thanks, mom."

"You're welcome, Doug," she whispers, kissing you back.

You drive home, your mom ranting about manners and respect for others, while you silently fantasize about being locked up in a chastity cage.

***

When you arrive home, you don't even have to remind her of your agreement. Mumbling something about itching clothes, she strips down fully naked in a matter of seconds. You glance at her impressive penis, which is swinging heavily between her legs, then look away. In your hands, you are holding the chastity cage she bought for you.

"Come on, Doug," Lisa says, pushing you towards the living room. "Let's try out your new toy."

You swiftly follow her, the package in your hands. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you can barely contain your excitement.

"Okay," Lisa says, sitting down on the couch. "Sit on my lap."

You do as she asks, straddling her thighs. She smiles at you, grabbing your arms and putting them around her neck. Her cock is pressed against your stomach, and you can feel it twitching slightly.

"Now, before we start," Lisa says, wrapping her arms around you. "I want you to know that this is voluntary. If you want to stop, we can stop. Right now."

"No," you whisper, staring into her eyes. "I want this."

"Good boy," she says, kissing your cheek. "But if you change your mind, you just have to say so. And I mean it - if you start feeling uncomfortable, tell me, and we will stop immediately."

"I will," you reply confidently.

"Good," she nods, smiling at you, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Then let's get started."

She takes the package, opening its clasps. You hold your breath as she wraps the first part around your penis. It's snug, but not uncomfortably so.

"Are you okay?" Lisa asks, looking at you.

"Yes," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Good," she says, smiling at you. "If you want to stop, just say so."

"I will," you reply, trembling.

"Great," she says, kissing your cheek. "Then, let's continue."

She wraps the second part around your balls, locking them into place. The cage is a perfect fit, and it feels tight, but not uncomfortable.

"So, what do you think?" Lisa asks, running her fingers over the metal parts.

"It's a bit cold," you reply. "And it feels a bit odd."

You look up into her face. She is looking expectantly at you, reading your face for any signs of discomfort.

"But it's supposed to be like this, I think. And it makes me completely dependent on you for pleasure. That's the exciting part."

"That's right," Lisa says, caressing your cheek. "You are dependent on me, only able to cum with my cock inside you. And you've given me this gift so freely, something that other women might actually **** for. My little cock-craving butt slut."

"Yeah," you whisper, closing your eyes. "I am."

Lisa pulls you closer, kissing you softly on your forehead. Her cock is pushing against your belly, and you can feel it twitch slightly.

"Would you like to test it?"