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Subject: {ASSM} A Coaching Technique Pt2 (CB)
Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2001 00:10:06 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


A Coaching Technique Part 2

By Nessus

FD CB Humil Mast

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.

"It is driving me loco," I said to her after we finished the tennis session.

"You will have to get used to it," she said calmly.

"But, it is terrible," I whined. "Can't I just, you know," I said softly, 
face burning.

"Masturbate?" she said calmly. "Jerk off? What do you call it, Emillio?"

"Si, both of those things," I murmured, blushing.

"Are you asking me to let you jerk off?" she said, her voice louder and I 
looked around at the empty court.

"Yes, yes," I said quickly in case Kimberley returned.

She studied me thoughtfully for moment. "You got to this stage more quickly 
than I planned. However," she said briskly, "we can move ahead. There is a 
small professional tournament next week, here in Vegas. You reach the final 
and I will allow you to play with yourself."

The way this beautiful woman said it in those clipped tones of hers as she 
smiled at me caused me to blush deeply. I felt so humiliated but the arousal 
drove me on. "Next week! Ingrid," I begged, "I can not wait until then."

"You have no choice, Emillio," she said with finality. "And," Ingrid 
reminded me, "you have to get through to the final."

The next morning, Kimberley was dressed in tight white shorts that hugged 
her round ass and a sleeveless, low cut top, which emphasised her large 
breasts. I groaned to myself as my cock throbbed in the chastity tube and 
threw myself into the exercises. My eyes were drawn to her smooth ass time 
and time again as we worked and, although her eyes were hidden by 
sunglasses, I guessed she noticed me looking.

We finally finished and Kimberley smiled at me. "Good work," she said. "For 
the first time, Emillio, I felt you were really trying."

Trying to forget my poor cock, I thought to myself but, instead, said, "I'm 
getting better at it."

"You are. And," she said, smiling as she loosened her thick red hair, "I'm 
going to reward you with two pieces of information." She moved closer to me 
and her warm arm rested on my forearm as she pushed her breasts against me. 
"You've been looking so hard, I'll tell you," she breathed. "I am wearing a 
very brief thong under my shorts and," she added as my cock tingled, "the 
thong is white. Satisfied, honey?" she giggled and walked away, her ass 
moving in those shorts while my cock pulsed in frustration.

Fuelled by frustration and anger, I finally beat Ingrid in the first set and 
she silently applauded me as I stood sweating on the back line. For the rest 
of the afternoon, she mercilessly forced me to practice every type of serve 
imaginable.

"Tomorrow," she said watching me as I mopped my face with a towel; "we 
volley and work on the net."

Frustration was with me every waking moment and I was so focussed on the 
tournament, determined to get through to the final that I worked so hard the 
next morning, Kimberley called for a break.

We sat in the shade under a tree out of the hot Vegas Sun and sipped from 
our bottles. "Ingrid tells me she's going to let you jerk off if you get 
through to the finals," she said in such a matter of fact tone I was 
completely taken aback and could only nod while I blushed. "You better make 
the finals, Emillio," Kimberley smiled. "Or you may never hold your dick for 
the rest of your contract. Ingrid can be such a bitch."

"Did she use this same technique on Johnny?' I asked, embarrassed to be 
talking about it but I had wondered about Johnny.

"Oh no," Kimberley said. "Ingrid's technique is to find the one thing that 
lets her control people and she callously uses it. With Johnny, it was money 
and prestige. You one thing was easy," she laughed. "Your cock!"

"And you? What does she use on you to keep you here?"

Kimberley smiled and stood in front of me so her crotch, covered by tight 
black lycra shorts was in my face. "Me? She knows I like to tease," she 
smiled, pushing her crotch closer to my face. "No thong today, Emillio," 
Kimberley said softly and, dry mouthed I stared at her crotch, cock 
throbbing intensely. "Today," she laughed. "I'm thong free."

That afternoon I threw myself into the practice as I did every day after 
that until I was blasting Ingrid off the court. In the mornings, I sullenly 
followed Kimberley and tried to control my frustration.

The tournament finally arrived and on the first day, on a court far from 
centre court, I breezed through my first match in straight sets. I expected 
compliments from Ingrid but, instead, she started telling me about my 
opponent for the next day. It didn't matter as I blasted that one off the 
court in straight sets as well and that form continued as I moved steadily 
towards centre court and the finals.

As I played, I completely ignored the pretty girls in the stands and when 
they asked for autographs I was polite but distant. I had no choice as my 
cock pounded whenever I was near any woman.

The morning of the final came and Kimberley helped me pack my bag. "Big 
night tonight," she smiled. "You get to play with your cock again."

Blushing, I nodded and I was happily looking forward to it. "You know, 
Emillio," Kimberley breathed. "We could make it special."

"What do you mean?" I murmured and she leaned closer, those big tits pushing 
against me.

"We could make it a little better than just a quick jerk off." Her eyes 
twinkled. "Would you like that?"

"Si," I croaked.

"Win it, then. Win the final," she breathed in my ear.

I nearly ran on the court and with white-hot precision I powered through my 
opponent without even dropping a game. I was ruthless and the crowd erupted 
when I politely shook hands with my devastated opponent. The media 
conference was small and quick and I smiled and answered questions humbly.

"Is this the new Emillio Sanchez?" the reporter asked sarcastically.

I ignored the sarcasm and glanced at Ingrid in the corner. "This is the 
winning Emillio Sanchez," I said and left the conference.

After showering and changing, I waited in front of my bungalow for 
Kimberley. Ingrid had simply told me to enjoy myself and the thought of what 
might happen had my cock squirming in the chastity tube. Kimberley roared up 
in her sports-car, dark hair loose and dressed in a short, figure hugging 
white dress. She flashed me a smile and we drove at high speed to the 
Flamingo Hilton on the strip.

The valet fawned over her as she led me to a suite. Shutting the door, she 
smiled at me and my cock squirmed once more. "A good win today," she said, 
sliding her arms around my waist and I stared down at her large breasts. 
"Ingrid was damn pleased." She noticed where I was looking and laughed. "You 
are one horny boy, aren't you?"

"You said it would be special," I leered.

" Ok, get your clothes off."

She didn't have to tell me twice and I quickly stripped all my clothes off, 
standing before her in my chastity tube. Kimberley bundled all my clothes up 
and calmly walked out the door, leaving me naked and confused. When she 
returned without the clothes, she smiled. "Just a guarantee you'll put that 
thing back on when we're finished. There's nothing for you to wear in this 
suite and no money. Nothing."

"Ingrid thinks of everything," I said bitterly.

"Yep. That's why you won today, kiddo." Kimberley handed me a small key. 
"That will unlock it." I fumbled for a moment and managed to slide the tube 
off. In seconds my poor cock surged to hardness.

Kimberley giggled. "Poor thing," she smiled. "Didn't take long at all." I 
moved towards her and she raised a hand. "Stop. Move any closer and I 
scream. Ingrid has detectives outside and you'll be arrested for rape. End 
of a career that's just starting to shine."

"But," I said, confused. "You said it would be special."

"And it will be." Kimberley smiled at me. "You don't have to jerk off alone. 
I'll be here to give you something to look at."

"What!" I was shocked. "Couldn't you...?" I asked, leaving it unfinished but 
she knew what I was asking and shook her head.

"Nope. I do fitness, not hand jobs, buster. That tournament wasn't that big 
a win. Now," she said briskly, "I've got some kleenex here for you."  She 
handed me a wad of tissues. "Why don't you get on with it so we can go and 
have a celebratory drink."

My cock throbbed and I desperately wanted to cum so I slid my hand around it 
in that familiar grip. "That's the boy," she smiled. "Do it slow so you get 
enjoyment out of it." My hand started to slide up and down my cock as I 
flushed with embarrassment but I couldn't stop. Quickly, I was heading for 
the edge and she sensed it. "Emillio," she called and I opened my eyes. 
Kimberley was holding her dress up and I stared at the white lace panties 
that barely covered her pussy. "Here's something to think about in the weeks 
ahead," she giggled and I moaned. "Told you I liked teasing." It was too 
much and I shuddered with a groan and spurted and spurted into the wad of 
kleenex until I collapsed in a chair.

"That was great," Kimberley said calmly, dropping her dress. "I've never 
seen a guy do that before. Ingrid told me I'd get to see it but I didn't 
really believe her. Boy, I could never do that in front of someone, it would 
be so embarrassing. You feel embarrassed, honey?" she drawled and I looked 
away. "Poor baby," she smiled. "Get cleaned up and get that chastity thing 
back on. When you've done that, I'll get your clothes and we can go for a 
drink."

Nessus29@hotmail.com
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