“By working hard and by winning. I will decide. Are you
ready for me to call the nurse or do we have a legal
discussion regarding your contract. I assume you’ve read
the penalty clauses? You will never play tennis
professionally again.”

My head reeled. Penalty clauses, chastity tube? This was
the most crazy and frightening thing I had ever heard.
This woman was going to control my sexuality and I could
not allow it! A small voice in my head pointed out she
had the contract, I could not afford legal action and
this was my last chance to be a winner. Slumping in the
chair, realising I had no choice, I nodded and bowed my
head.

Ingrid left the room and an older nurse in a starched
uniform bustled in, carrying a bag. “I’m Nurse Wilkins.
Please remove your clothing from your lower half.” Numb,
I dropped my shorts and jockstrap and she coolly
threaded my cock through the tube, locking the ring in
place between by balls and my crotch.

I stared down at the tube gripping my cock and I
panicked. “Take it off,” I screeched. “I’ve changed my
mind!”

“Sorry,” Nurse Wilkins said briskly. “Ms. Svenson has
the only key and no locksmith can break the code. Now,”
she said in a businesslike manner, “Remember to direct
the shower nozzle onto your genitals to thoroughly clean
the area every day. And,” she added with a little smirk,
“you’ll have to sit to urinate. Have a good day,” she
said as she left, leaving me pulling my shorts back up.

The tube was not uncomfortable but it was tight and I
suddenly realised that it would be impossible to get a
hard-on in this thing.

Ingrid smiled at me from the doorway and I flushed.
“Now,” she said evenly, “we work.”

***

Mornings were spent with Kimberley as she worked me
through various exercise sessions – weights, sprints,
swimming, I did everything but tennis. I found the
chastity tube was comfortable and I even forgot about it
as I worked out. However, every morning the sharp pain
as my cock vainly attempted to get hard, reminded me of
it’s presence.

Afternoons were spent on the court with Ingrid pounding
balls at me. She was older than me but had been one of
the great players with all the skills that ran me around
the court. Her serve wasn’t as powerful as mine but the
placement and the topspin beat me regularly.

I also marvelled at her taught trim body in the tennis
shorts and top until my cock squirmed in the chastity
device. After a healthy evening meal I collapsed in bed
with exhaustion to sleep until it started all over
again.

A week had passed and I was becoming very horny, as
horny as I could with no chance of getting hard, let
alone relief. I realised this was the longest I had ever
been without coming and it was beginning to drive me
mad, so mad, I attempted to talk Ingrid into allowing me
to get out of it.