Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 4 for context.
As the doorbell rang so too did my phone.
I heard, with some relief, Mistress Keera say, "bitchboy, Mr. Currant will be calling to assemble some shoe racks and to do some work in the garage, help him out."
I assured her I would and opened the door. Mr Currant had a hearty laugh when he saw the way I was dressed.
He shouted "Stuart, start bringing in the gear."
He then directed me to show him the garage. This I did. He seemed interested in the heaviest roof crosspiece and told me to stand directly underneath it. I was then told to reach my hands as high as they would go. He took some measurements and muttered to himself under his breath. While I stood there with my hands raised he told me he was going to examine my locked on heels and my chastity. He spent some time looking at the chains padlocked on the shoes, tutting all the while. Then without warning he lifted my little skirt, and, pulling down my thong examined in embarrassingly minute detail my yellow chastity cage. He pulled it away from my body, putting extra strain on my poor little danglers. He jiggled it up and down. He pulled me about by the padlock, he tried to poke the head of my little excitement through the peehole. In short, he did everything painfully possible to try to extract me from my penile prison. When he was satisfied that it was escape proof he jerked my knickers back into place, lowered my skirt and with a slap on my arse, dismissed means told me to go help Stuart.
I went back into the house to find Stuart. He was a tall muscular young man, early 20's clad in black Snickers work trousers and a matching T-shirt. He smirked when he saw my attire, a look of derisive contempt tinged with a lustful leer that made me shiver. I showed him the way to my Mistress's bedroom and he commanded me to bring up his toolbox and materials.
"If they are not too heavy for a girly like you!"
I loathed him and his arrogant manner straight off, but fetched and carried, getting his gear and then a large glass of water when he directed me. We worked for the first hour without incident.
Then Mr. Currant called up the stairs " Stuart, I've got to go an see to an urgent call out. Will you be alright?"
"Sure boss, no probs."
He turned to me and said, "Get me a beer or two babes."
I glared at him but tramped down to the kitchen returning with two cold beers. He drank both down quickly and said "Same again, love."
I opened my mouth to say, when he waggled his finger and said "Just let me call..."
