Lydia lays out the rules

While the realisation that you´re actually locked in chastity by your best friends hot girlfriend is still setting in, Lydia gets up. "Alright, first of all, John get undressed." Her voice is now colder than before, more commanding.

John looks unsure, but obeys after Lydia shoots him a controlling look.

You´re already naked, so you just stand there, getting used to the sensation of the cold metal against your cock, which already presses against its new restrictions.

Then, John gets rid of his underwear. His cage is a similar model to yours, but a good bit smaller. While you would guess that you´re cage is around 4 inches, maybe a bit smaller, limmiting you to maybe half your size when hard, his seems to only be 3 inches, maybe even a bit less.

Lydia seems to enjoy the sight of you two, caged, in front of her for a second, then she begins to speak again. "So this is how this is gonna work. I want the two of you to be naked around me as possible as it is. For now, no one else is involved, but maybe that will change in the future, which would give your more opportunities to be naked around me. Besides that, I expect obidience. You´re gonna do what I say or you´re gonna get punished.

Ethan, while you will be the one I´ll fuck more often, you still do not hold any dominance over me. I could tell anyone at anytime that I have your big dick locked in a small cage, and I dont know if you´d like that."

Your heart beats faster. Would Lydia actually do that? You do not want to find out. She continues.

"So its important you understand that you are nothing but a tool for me. Maybe a larger tool than my pathetic boyfriend, but still only a tool. Do you understand?"

"Yes" you respond after she looks at you, one eyebrow raised.

"That will be "Yes, Misstress" from now on."

You´re hesitant for a second. Was she serious?

"Remember that I can also just keep you locked up as long as I want and use a dildo or vibrator to pleasure me instead...or your tongues..or a strap on..really I dont really need you. Its rather you who need me. So I ask again: Do you understand?"

"Yes misstress" You respond, and so does John after she looks at him.

Lydia smiles. "Well then. Lets get started."