Actually your mother has an idea.

"Come with me." Your mother says, taking you by the wrist. You look back at Molly with a confused look but she simply shrugs and follows along.

"Wh-where are we going mommy?" You say in a soft voice as you hurry behind, not wanting to seem demanding.

"To take care of a little problem." She says with a smile as she leads you back downstairs. You catch a few eyes staring at you as you're dragged along and you blush under their scrutiny. You feel self conscious again as your mother pulls you with her like a child. Finally, you arrive at a small, out of the way shop in a corner space inside a little alcove you didn't know about. The sign above the door reads 'The Mystery Box' in bright gold letters on a black background. Molly moves to stand beside you as your mother waits in front of the door for her to catch up.

"Oh this is where I got..." She trails off and flashes your mother a mischievous smile that makes your stomach turn with anticipation at what your mother has in store for you. Your mother returns the glance and wordlessly leads you inside the little shop. Inside your eyes go wide when you realize the wall behind the counter is lined with sex toys. Near the door you see racks of risque costumes of various sorts and on the wall you see several whips and canes as well as bondage gear hanging on hooks marked with prices. Your mother appears to have brought you to a sex shop. You're too busy taking it all in to notice the perky, petite shop attendant emerge from a doorway draped with beads behind the counter. She seems to appear in front of you.

"Hello Miss Palmer! Miss O'connor! Welcome back to the Mystery Box." She knows your mother and Molly by sight, they must be regular customers. Her cheerful voice and pleasant demeanor contrast sharply with her appearance. She is a little shorter than even you, but her breasts and hips are large for her frame giving her a dramatic hourglass which is only exaggerated further by the tight black corset she is wearing. Underneath she has a dark blue dress which leaves her pale shoulders bare and flares out beneath the corset over black stockings and glossy black ankle boots with a slight heel. Her nails are painted black and her fingers are adorned with many silver rings. On her neck she wears a gleaming sapphire pendant on a silver chain. Her makeup is almost intimidating with dark eyes and lips and her hair in a classic straight cut with bangs is clearly dyed jet black.

"Ugh! Christina! Would you stop calling me 'Miss O'connor?' It's weird, we're the same age almost sheesh!" Molly says with an exaggerated pout. The girl who you now know is called Christina, turns to Molly still smiling broadly.

"Nothing wrong with a little professionalism!" She says cheerily.

"You run a sex shop." Molly says flatly. Christina closes her eyes, cocks her head, and stands on tip toe to answer.

"So?" She says in an adorably sweet tone. She turns to you now and looks up at you with her bright sky blue eyes. "And who may I ask, is this? It must be her first time or I would remember her." Molly's hands wrap around your shoulders.

"I know right? Because she's too adorable!" You blush as Molly teases you and your mother finally speaks.

"Hello Christina! How's business?" Christina turns to your mother and answers with a smile.

"Fantastic! Thank you. Especially these days. I don't know what it is, but lately the town really seems to be finding itself sexually and I'm all about it."

"Must be something in the water." Your mother says with a knowing smile. "Well it is her first time and we need to pick up a few things."

"Wonderful! What were we looking for today?" She says turning to you know.

"Umm... I-" You blush and trail off, totally caught off guard by the situation. Your mother quickly takes your hand and speaks for you.

"Well she's a special girl you see." Your mother says with a rye smile. "And needs some help controlling her little clitty." You gaze falls to the floor as you burn with embarrassment while Molly giggles.

"Mommy?!" You say, exasperated. You can't believe your mother brought you to a sex shop and now she's talking to the attendant about you so openly. You want to disappear into the walls, never to come out again.

"Oh I see." Christina says, in her trademark cheerful tone as she catches on. "No need to be shy darling. Please come with me." She turns on her heels and heads toward the doorway behind the counter. You hesitate but your mother and Molly both push you along. You look up at your mother with a scared look, your eyes begging for mercy.

"Sweetie, I told you you needed to control yourself. I wanted you to talk to Morgan about it but now twice this morning your little clitty was jumping all over the place. I'm not going to spend good money on new lingerie for you if you're just going to ruin it." You look away, unable to respond as a now giggling Molly continues to push you toward the doorway after Christina.

"C'mon Quinn! It'll be fun!" She says happily as they lead you through the curtain of beads and into a large back showroom. Along one wall you see a variety of masks, some latex and others cloth with built in gags or zippers. Along another wall you see mannequins dressed in various skin tight suits two latex and one leather. The far wall, the one you see Christina standing in front of now, has two shelves flanking a long, floor to ceiling mirror. On the shelves rest various devices you recognize from the copious amounts of weird porn you used to watch before your mother took your computer away. They're chastity devices, with the left shelf seeming to contain ones designed for female anatomy and the right one, male chastity devices. You gulp when you see the ones on the top shelf are metal and look like they have spikes on the inside where you know your clitty would go. Christina follows your gaze and chuckles.

"Please don't be alarmed. I would never recommend a product my customer isn't ready for." She says with a reassuring tone. You give a weak smile, thankful for her gesture. "Do you know your size?"

"Umm..." You look to your mother who answers for you again.

"No she'll need to be sized as well." Christina turns and gives a polite nod.

"Of course." She turns back to you. "Please stand here." She points to an area in front of the shelf and you timidly move to stand as directed. Seemingly from nowhere she produces a measuring tape and looks down at your crotch. "Please disrobe so we can get an idea of your size." She says in a polite tone. You look at your mother, once again silently begging for reprieve, but she only gives you a stern expectant look in return. You blush deeper as you move to unbuckle your pants and draw them down to your knees. You hesitate a little but do the same with your silky blue panties, shivering as the smooth material drags across your hairless skin. You wince when your little clitty flops out, already half hard from the new sensations of your smooth skin and despite the humiliation you feel it only grows harder as you reveal yourself to the three women standing around you.

"Aww it's adorable, look at it." Molly coos while holding up her pinky and waving it playfully. She looks up at you with a teasing grin. "It's a really good thing you like boys Quinn." You sputter and blush deeper as you move to cover yourself, once again mortified at the humiliating attention. Your mother rolls her eyes and looks to Christina.

"You see what a horny little sissy she is? I'm at my wits end." Christina giggles and gives a happy nod.

"Well we can certainly do something about that." She smiles wickedly as she walks up to stand in front of you. "Please remove your hands."

"Let Christina do her job sweetie." Your mother says with only a subtle hint of a threat in her voice. You slowly draw your hands away and clasp them behind your back as your dicklet sticks out freely once more. Christina gives you a polite smile before taking several measurements, you look down and blush once again when you see the head of your clitty barely reaches the two inch mark and is thinner than the strip of measuring tape. Molly's right, you think, you could never please a woman with your little thing. Sissies aren't real men or women, worthless sissies exist only as toys for others to enjoy, sissy clitties can't please anyone except for a quick laugh. The automatic thoughts crawl across your mind like little scorpions as Christina finishes her task. She stands up straight and turns to your mother.

"Now unfortunately I need to measure her soft." She says. "I think I have just the thing." She quickly moves to the doorway and disappears through the bead curtain leaving you alone with Molly and your mother. Molly continues to giggle and tease you.

"Oh it's as cute as you Quinn!"

"Stop it!" You say, pouting. Molly sighs.

"I'm sorry I know you're sensitive. But you should see your cute face oh my gosh! I just can't resist sometimes." She giggles again as your mother regards you quietly with a smirk. After a moment, Christina returns and takes several quick steps up to you before quickly pressing a freezing cold ice pack to your cocklet. You wince and groan but a hard look from your mother keeps you from resisting or protesting and eventually your clitty calms down. Christina takes a few more measurements but you don't feel her hands or the tape as your entire groin seems numb.

"Oh my gosh it really does look like a clit." Molly says, humiliating you once again.

"You're doing great sweetheart." Your mother says in an encouraging tone. Christina finishes taking her measurements and retrieves several models from the shelf and lays them out on a small table in the center of the room.

"These should all fit you quite snugly, though I may recommend going a size down if the problem persists." She says the last part turning to your mother who nods. You look at the devices with a scared look, they already seem way too small and you wonder how you're supposed to fit in them even soft.

"I don't believe in half measures. You've seen what a horny little thing she is." Your mother says with a devilish grin.

"Of course." Christina says in her bright, professional tone. She turns to you and just a slight, almost imperceptible twinge of sadistic glee creeps into the edge of her voice. "Mommy knows best." She says before taking the devices away and retrieving several even smaller cages from the shelf below. She lays them out on the table once again and you see three options. A clear plastic device, another in the same bubblegum pink as your new manicure, and a metal cage with bars meeting a metal circle at the end, each with a tiny hole for urine to pass through.

"Oh my gosh! Look at the pink one! It's PERFECT!" Molly says, hurrying to the table and bending over to get a closer look. Your glad your crotch is still numb otherwise the sight of her almost revealing her plugged ass to you once again might've brought on yet another embarrassing situation. You suppose your mother has a point now that you think about it. You do masturbate a lot and especially toward the end of school your porn habit got pretty regular.

"I tend to agree." You hear your mother, signalling the appropriate choice. You simply nod along and Christina takes the device and opens it before leaning down and fastening it around your still limp clitty. It's an extremely tight fit. A plastic ring circles your balls and dicklet and the plastic covering clicks as Christina stuffs you inside. You're entire shaft is encased in bright bubblegum pink plastic and you already feel extremely constrained even without being aroused. You dread what it must feel like when your clitty tries to become hard in this thing.

"I take it you'll be purchasing a lock as well Miss Palmer?" Christina addresses your mother almost as if you weren't there now.

"Of course." She replies, smiling. Christina retrieves an appropriately sized padlock from a cabinet in the shelf and brings the arm through the overlapping holes in the ring and the cage before clicking it shut. She takes the two keys on a ring from the keyhole and hands them to your mother who takes them and drops them in her purse before looking up at you again. "If you be a really good girl for the rest of the trip, I have a big surprise for you when we get home." She winks and smiles before turning deadly serious again. "If you whine and complain like a brat I'll make you sleep in it tonight. Understood?"

"Yes mommy." You say glumly, hoping this ordeal is finally over and you can get back to your shopping trip.

"There's going to be some new rules." Your mother continues in her best parental tone. "No more diddling your little cocklet without permission. You need to learn some self control, you're not a baby anymore."

"Yes mommy." You don't dare say anything else.

"If you're good I'll let you sleep without it but if I catch you playing with your clitty just once without permission there will be hell to pay." You gulp and her voice grows a little darker as she speaks. "I expect you locked every morning before breakfast, I will check and you will stay locked until I or my boyfriend let you out after dinner."

"Yes mommy." It makes sense she would give the other key to Chris, you think, glossing over the fact that your head would literally have exploded with this thought mere months ago. They seem to share everything, he must be really good to her if she's gotten so close in such a short period of time. You're conflicted between your understanding of Chris and your desire to see your mother happy. Perhaps everyone is right, maybe he has changed.

"Good, cover yourself you little slut." Your mother says with a mocking chuckle and you scramble to obey, sliding your panties back over your now caged clitty. You miss the sensation of the silky fabric on your sensitive dicklet but you also don't mind the constrained feeling of the cage nearly as much as you thought. It almost makes you feel safe or something. You ponder the feeling further as your mother and Molly lead you behind Christina back to the main shop area.

"Will this be all you require today Miss Palmer?"

"Ooo wait I need something!" Molly quickly perks up. "I'd almost forgot I'd been meaning to come by for a new plug." She says in a matter of fact tone. "I can barely feel the one I'm on now." You gape at Molly as she casually discusses stretching her ass further with Christina.

"Mmm if I remember correctly we have one size up in stock, any bigger and I'll have to order it special."

"Great!" Molly says with another happy little jump. Christina turns to the wall behind the counter and retrieves a buttplug you'd swear is at least the size of a ripe pear, with a matte black finish and a bright blue jewel much like the red one you saw she was wearing earlier. Molly takes it like a child who's just been handed a new toy they desperately wanted.

"Add it to the bill please." Your mother says with a smile. Molly places the plug back on the counter and quickly turns and throws her arms around your mother.

"Thanks Miss Palmer! You're the best!" She squeals happily as your mother returns the embrace. Christina rings your mother up and bags Molly's new plug. You watch her excitedly take the little black bag and your thoughts wander to what it's like to have something that big inside you. You'd never tried any anal play, sticking mostly to just masturbation, but you'd often seen such things in the copious amounts of porn you've watched. Your eyes fall on a silver object on a shelf behind the counter, beneath the buttplugs. A small cylinder in a metallic finish. An image fills your mind of it disappearing into your tight asshole and you feel a sharp pain and wince as your clitty twitches attempts to get hard in the cage. Luckily your mother doesn't notice and you try to gather your thoughts before your arousal gets away from you.

"By the way Miss Palmer, how is your lovely boyfriend, I hear he hurt his shoulder?" Your mother chuckles and waves a hand while disentangling herself from Molly.

"Oh a little training accident, nothing serious. He will be out of commission for the moment as far as classes go unfortunately."

"Oh? I was hoping to see him at yoga later." Christina says with disappointment in her voice.

"Yes it's unfortunate but he's just hired two new trainers and he needed to take a little time to prepare for the big day." Your mother says cryptically.

"Well at least class is still on then, but what big day? If I may ask." Christina says politely.

"You didn't hear it from me." Your mother leans in as does Christina. "He's finalizing a deal on his first location." Molly squeals with delight which makes you jump with surprise after your mother's quiet whisper.

"Oh my god! That's awesome! Finally there'll be a decent gym around here."

"Please do convey my congratulations." Christina says in her pleasant formal tone.

"You may convey them yourself tonight. He'd like you to be at his place at 7PM." Your mother matter of factly informs Christina her presence is desired tonight as well. Christina smiles broadly.

"Oh wonderful, I was just wondering what I would do after class." You're shocked once again as she casually accepts the invitation, just like Jade. Chris must have influence here as well. Perhaps he has the whole mall. Chris really is such an impressive man. You think to yourself as Molly and your mother bid their goodbyes to Christina and lead you back out into the mall. Your walk is a little awkward as the unfamiliar feeling of the cage occupies most of your attention. Your mother notices your odd step and smiles before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Don't worry sweetie." You look up at her, listening attentively. "You'll get used to the feeling quick enough." She squeezes you in her reassuring half embrace as you begin walking back toward the main drag of the mall. "You were a very good girl for Christina I'm so proud of you." You glow with radiant happiness at her praise and look up at her with a smile full of adoration.

"Thank you mommy." You say as she stops and turns to plant a kiss on your forehead, burying your face in her amazonian cleavage for a moment.

"What's next?" Molly says, turning around to look at your mother while walking backwards.