Miss Clemar's Dilemma

Author's note. This is a continuing story and although you might enjoy this chapter on its own merits, you would be advised to read the first chapter first. (It is a short chapter!).

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For several weeks prior to the incident, Miss Clemar's mind had been going through an inner battle - a battle that a winner was slowly emerging from, and as the stronger of the two became more clear, there was no doubt that the clear victor was beginning to take charge of her.

Despite the logical side of her brain telling her to let it go, Miss Clemar was drawn to it despite herself. Could "He" really have been right about her from the beginning? How was it possible that she would do something just because he suggested she should? Why was her mind constantly being drawn to it at each and every idle moment of her day? It unsettled her.

Even Miss Clemar's sleep was fitful at best. Every passing day she felt its gravitational pull. Each day it was drawing her ever closer in a tighter spiral towards it. Yes, there was clearly a winner emerging from this battle. The logical side, the sensible side of her was steadily losing ground.

She felt less confident. It made her less sure of herself. Mostly it alarmed her that she felt this way, and yet, was he right all along? The worst part of it all - it excited her to her very core.

She barely communicated with him. It had been weeks since she replied to him at all, but that didn't stop her from opening her phone and re-reading each message that he had sent her many times over! Despite her resistance in the beginning, this "thing" was beginning to consume and devour her.

For most teachers and students, it was the summer holidays, but it wasn't a vacation for Miss Clemar, and certainly it was not for the small population of the students that were in attendance over those summer months as well.

Most students were there to retake a course or two in order to improve their marks or complete a required course to meet the college entrance requirements - coming up in just a few short months.

Most of the younger high school students were there because their parents were pushing them forward to complete and pass courses that they simply failed or did poorly on during the previous school term in order to keep up with their classmates and friends for the coming fall.

He had sent and left a message for her a few weeks before. She couldn't bring herself to reply to him. She read it and ever since she had received it, she re-read it, over and over. No, he wasn't being pushy about it. She would simply go to the site, open her private messages and there would be something new there for her to try.

Denial and logic kept Miss Clemar from telling him what she was really thinking and feeling. She was keeping him away from her for a reason.

Finally, that day, she had been sitting at her desk in the empty classroom. She was on her usual break. Yes, as she normally does (especially in the hotter summer months), she was wearing a skirt and blouse that day. It was too hot for anything else. She looked good. She always did.

Miss Clemar took care of her body and she always dressed herself well. She had heard the odd whispers in the hallways before, and although she wanted to deny it, it was true that many of her students thought she looked pretty hot!)

The dare he left her had been eating away at her for weeks now. She looked at the big clock on the wall. The students would all be mid-way through their first class after lunch.

Miss Clemar all but gave up on grading the dozen or so remaining assignments in front of her. The hallways would be empty. She thought about it some more, and more. Was this the day she would go through with it?

Miss Clemar was nervous, restless and actually squirming in her seat. She tapped her pen incessantly on her desk. Resting her head on her other hand, her elbow resting on the desk, she stared at her phone. Her phone was sitting there, on the desktop, open to the message - that message!

With the tip of the pen, she pulled her phone ever closer towards her. She swirled the phone in circles several times, spinning it faster and faster with the pen before stopping and watching it spin ever slower to a stop.

When it stopped, she stared at it some more, before reaching for it and picking it up. She was nervous. Very nervous. Her heart was beating out of her chest. Miss Clemar's body trembled.

If she dared to admit it, and if she checked, she would have found that a very damp spot had appeared on the gusset of her panties. She let out a heavy sigh as she stood up out of her chair and headed towards the door into the empty hallway.

Miss Clemar had just stepped into a world she would never have imagined as she closed her classroom door. She would not return to her classroom as the woman who just left.

With the steady and determined clicking of her high heels echoing off the walls, she made her way towards the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

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It had been openly discussed on the site's online forum. Amy had been the clear winner of that online poll. The readers following their thread chose to have Amy hold the key and as a result would force her best friend Kate and her husband Rob to get Amy's permission to have sex since they needed her key to unlock Rob's chastity device.

Amy would hold the primary key, while Kate's sister had already been given the backup key for safe keeping. Unlike Amy, Kate's younger sister held the key without knowing what the key was for.

Numerous and varied suggestions for turning over the key were suggested to the couple. It was decided and agreed that both Rob and Kate would meet with Amy. Kate would be the one to explain the purpose of the meeting with Amy. With that, they arranged to pick Amy up at her apartment and go out for drinks.

Yes, before that night, Amy was already aware of some of the kinky games her friend Kate and Kate's husband Rob were playing. Kate had mentioned some of it to Amy already, long before their get together on that Friday night, but never so blatently as she was about to.

Kate and her husband would then have to make arrangements with Amy each time they wanted the key to unlock the device, adding to Rob's discomfort, humiliation and denial. It would not be easy to retrieve the key.

The three settled down with drinks at a bar. Despite trying not to let the circumstances of the get together that night affect him, the locked device was giving Rob much discomfort just thinking about what the purpose of the get together was.

Kate and Amy carried on, laughed and chatted as they normally do - carrying on as if everything about the night was normal. To Rob there was nothing normal about that night.

The young couple had not told Amy why they were meeting that night. It was not unusual for the three of them to get together, so the evening went along much like any other in the past.

Rob shifted nervously all evening until Kate nudged him to get his attention. Kate then looked at Amy, shifted her gaze back to Rob for a moment, as if to get one last sign from him before facing Amy once more.

Kate started out telling Amy how her and Rob wanted Amy to hold a key. That the key would unlock a box, and in that box was the key to unlock the chastity device that Rob now wore. The device, Kate explained to Amy had already been locked for the last month.

Amy just listened intently as Kate muddled through explaining why they wanted her to hold the key for them.

Rob was now in excruciating pain as he watched and listened to his wife telling her best friend, in front of him. Embarrassed that she, Amy, in essence would have control of the key and would have to agree if and when it was time to unlock the device. He worried that only Amy could enable the two to have intercourse.

Amy would have control. Amy smiled as she was told about her role. She asked if Rob was wearing it now as she turned and looked at him, causing a painful stirring once more.

As Amy looked at Rob, she realized by the grimace on his face that it hurt indeed. Smiling even more, she understood the source of the discomfort was not from the device. The discomfort was the effect it had on Rob.

The humiliation of the evening had him excited, but the physical constraints of the device itself kept him in check. Rob could not look back at Amy. Finally, Kate reached into her purse and pulled out the key and handed it to Amy.

Amy took it, looked at it closely, looked briefly at Rob, then handed the key back towards Kate, telling her that she didn't want Kate to give her the key. Kate was confused as she looked at her friend and took the key back.

"I don't want you to give me the key Kate" Amy said once more. As Kate fumbled the key, she realized just what her friend meant. "I want him to give me the key" Amy said with a smile.