Ingrid flew back to Stockholm, leaving me with
arrangements for a medical examination and plans to meet
in Las Vegas for training in a week’s time. The medical
examination was very thorough and I was a little
embarrassed when the doctor measured my cock and balls.
What could that have to do with Ingrid’s coaching
technique, I wondered?

I flew into McCarran International in Vegas and took a
limo to the address Ingrid had given me. Ingrid’s
coaching camp was not luxurious and was completely
secluded from the temptations of the Vegas strip. I
checked into a sparse bungalow, changed into my tennis
gear and began warming up on the courts.

A beautiful young woman in tight white shorts and a blue
top, which accentuated her large breasts, introduced
herself. “I’m Kimberley,” she said in a slow Southern
drawl as she tied her thick dark hair into a ponytail.
“Your fitness trainer.”

“I am very pleased to meet you,” I said taking her hand
and kissing it. When I looked up I was surprised by her
cool expression and I realised my charm was not working.
She jammed a cap on her head and led me to the gym. For
the next two hours, Kimberley tested every aspect of my
fitness and I was sweating and exhausted when we
finished.

I met with Ingrid in the afternoon and she was not
impressed with Kimberley ‘s report. “You are terribly
unfit,” she declared flatly. “You will never win with
that level of fitness. Kimberley will improve you,” she
said with a heavy finality.

“I’ll work hard,” I said in a tone of voice that I hoped
would persuade Ingrid of my humbleness. It was
disturbing my charm was having no effect.

“I know you will,” she said, leaning back in her chair,
studying me across the desk. “It is time Emillio, to
explain the technique I will use to coach you.” Ingrid
reached into a drawer and placed a tube made of thick
plastic with an equally thick Plastic ring attached to
it.

“What is that?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“It is a chastity tube,” she said calmly. “It fits over
your penis to control your impulses. It is a very clever
device that will be locked on and will still enable you
to move freely around the tennis court and through
airports. We don’t want the airport alarms to go off and
for you to be searched.” Her eyes glittered. “That would
be embarrassing for you and, perhaps, appear in the
gutter press.”

“You can’t be serious! You mean to take away my
manhood?” I cried passionately.

“Your manhood as you call it, has stopped you from
concentrating on improving your fitness and your game. I
remind you that you signed a contract. You must follow
my instructions and I instruct you to wear this. I will
leave the office and a nurse will fit it.”

“But, how will I get it off?”