I got up early in the morning and out of habit I stood in front of the mirror, watching carefully my reflection. Sleeping naked and watching myself in the mirror was something I was well used to do. It helped my adore my tall and fit body honed by years of relentless training and competition. Even this morning I was every inch the volleyball player I had always wanted to be. My long, dark hair cascaded down my back, a stark contrast to the intensity in my brown eyes. Usually this ritual was enough to boost my confidence but today it just wasn't enough. I wasn't sure at all what I was seeing.

My name is Vanessa Ayes. I started playing volleyball when I was sixteen. Back then, I was just a girl from a small town, chasing a dream bigger than anything I had ever known. Volleyball quickly became my passion, my escape and my identity. I invested every free second into the sport and even when I didn't have time, I sacrificed something else. It paid off. I soared through the youth academy, my talent and determination earning me a spot on the national team as well as some good contracts on a club level. For years, I lived for the roar of the crowd, the thrill of victory, and the fellowship of my teammates.

I won a ton of competitions, titles, and the admiration of fans around the world. Eventually I received also a lot of individual prices. Every spike, every serve, every dive was a testament to my abilities, dedication and hard work. But now, at 36, the years of glory felt like a distant dream.

Two years ago, when I turned 34, everything began to change. I noticed my form started to go down. The once effortless jumps now felt labored, my reactions just a bit slower slower. My body, which had always been my greatest ally, started betraying me. It was subtle at first, barely noticeable. But gradually, the decline became evident. I fought against it, pushing myself harder, refusing to acknowledge the whispers of age and weariness.

Despite my efforts, my performance continued to drop. Coach Reynolds began to scrutinize me more closely. He had been coaching the team since only an year and half. He still was my guide through a lot of victories and defeats during that period. He always knew how to push me to be the best. But now, his eyes held a different look - one of concern, maybe even disappointment.

A month ago, after a particularly grueling practice, Coach Reynolds called me aside. "Vanessa..." he said making a heavy pause, "I've noticed you're not quite yourself on the court. Is everything okay?"

I forced a smile. "Just a rough period, Coach. I'll get through it."

He nodded, but the worry in his eyes remained. "I know are always giving your best. But we need to talk about where this is going. We have to think about the team. I don't want to put you on the bench"

The conversation weighed on me, but I pushed through, determined to prove I still had what was needed in me. Yet, there were whispers of doubt and they grew louder with time passing. Another two weeks passed, and my performance continued to be on the verge of disappointing..

After our last match, where we narrowly lost to a team we should have easily beaten, Coach Reynolds asked to see me next day after training in his office. "Vanessa, we need to have a serious discussion, " he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. I couldn't shake the feeling that this meeting would become a mark of a turning point, one I wasn't ready for. I couldn't sleep all night, haunted by memories of my career and the fear of what lay ahead. Not sleeping became a problem for my training in the morning as well - I was extremely distracted

Now, as all the team went to have lunch together, I headed to the coach's office. My heart was pounding uncontrollably in my chest. I walked through the familiar halls of the training facility, the walls lined with photographs and trophies that chronicled our journey. Each step felt heavier, the weight of my legacy pressing down on me.

I paused outside the door, taking a deep breath. The memories flooded back—the joy of our victories, the pain of our losses, the bond with my teammates, and the pride of wearing the national colors. I was more than just an athlete; I was a part of something greater. But now, it seemed like that chapter might be closing.

I knocked and entered. Coach Reynolds as usually was seated behind his desk, looking with unreadable expression through the window. As usually he was smoking one of his famous cigars. He gestured for me to sit down. The silence stretched between us, thick with anticipation.

"Vanessa...." he began, his tone gentle but firm, "...you know how much you mean to this team, and also to me personally. Despite being your coach just for a while I can see that your contributions have been invaluable during every season you've been here. But we have to face reality. Your performance has declined over the past two years, and it's affecting the team."

I nodded, my throat tight. "I know, Coach. I've tried...."

He raised a hand to stop me. "I am not questioning if you try or not. I don't think that you have problems with your dedication. But we have to think about the future and about the team’s overall performance. We have some tough decisions to make."

Though I have seen this coming, his words still hit me like a punch to the gut. The moment was lurking around for a couple of times, but hearing it out loud was still a shock. I fought to keep my composure. "Are you asking me to retire?"

He sighed, his eyes softening. "Vanessa, you've had an amazing career. You've achieved more than most could ever dream of. Maybe it's time to think about the next chapter of your life. There are other ways you can contribute to the sport, ways that don’t demand so much...." ha made a pause and then continued "If you opt not to retire, I will have to bench you and I don't like that. I don't think that you would love it either

I looked down at my hands, calloused and strong, yet suddenly feeling small and. "I don’t know if I’m ready for that."

"I am benching you then." his voice was firm.

"I can not accept that either" Vanessa surprised

He closed himself with his thoughts for a few minutes, taking out another cigar. He sat in his chair looking aimlessly out of the window. After a couple minutes of tormenting silence he spoke.

"I know a guy. He uses very unorthodox methods, but there is a possiblity that he will get you back your physical form."

"Give me the name" Vanessa difinitely wanted to take the chance.

"Fine" he wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to her "But you better forget that you got it from me. Understood?"

"Yes, coach" Vanessa took the paper and looked at. There was only a phone number on it - no name, no adress. "Boss?" she looked a bit confused at coach Reynolds.

"This is all I can give you. I don't want to have anything to do with it. If you get in shape you will play. If you don't - you are watching all the matches from the bench." he moved in front of his desk, obviously showing Vanessa that the meeting was over. "And Vanessa.... I am not joking. This conversation never happened. I never gave you that number."

When Vanessa left his office she was still in really confused state.

...

"What?" this was the 15th time Vanessa Ayes was asking this question.

"I won't repeat it anymore" the unnamed man said.

"You want to abuse me sexually. This is not a training regime" Vanessa felt deceived and frustrated.

"It's your choice. I am not forcing you into anything. You came here with a question, I gave you the answer. If you don't like it, you are free to go."

"Yes, this is what i intend to do" Vanessa stood up and headed to the door. The man followed her. "I can escort myself out. Don't even bother" she almost slammed the door after she went out.

...

The crowd was humming loudly. Vanessa was sitting sad on the bench. During the last few matches she got used to not being the first choice of the coach. In fact in the last 10 games she had played only thirty minutes in total. She had never had such a weak period in her career. Some newspapers especially were a bit brutal with their titles, although for her consolation the major part of the media attention was still positive towards her. But she knew she didn't have much time. If she couldn't get back her place in the first team before the middle of the season, most probably everybody was to start consider her a former star. Vanessa didn't know how to accept that.

Vanessa felt overwhelmed by a huge wave of anxiety, but she somehow managed to wait the end of the match to come. Once all of her teammates were out of the dressing room, she picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"I've changed my mind" were the only words she said.

...

Later that night, Vanessa was having difficulty walking home. She had received her first strange treatment just an hour ago and she was still feeling strange. She repeated in her mind what had happened after the match.

Just after she had closed the phone she took a taxi and 12 minutes later she was at the address. The same unnamed man greeted her at the door. From that point on things started going weird and crazy. The so-called treatment she had to receive to improve her form did not seem like much of a treatment. First she had to get naked, which was a bit inconvenient but it was just the beginning. She hesitantly followed the instructions and soon she found herself lifting dumbbells while fucking a dildo in front of the strange man.

That went on for a while. It was strange experience for her and it become a lot more stranger as the man ordered her to stop and replaced the dildo with a bigger one. The new dildo was 15 inches long and almost 3 inches in diameter. The strangest thing about it was the metal head and the tiny cable that exited the base of the dildo. A few seconds later she already knew the purpose of the metal part and the cable. The dildo was simply designed to electrocute her pussy on a random intervals while she was squatting and lifting dumbbells on it. Electrocuting was an exaggeration, but the zapping was strong enough to bring discomfort and to cause muscle spasms.

Vanessa was so desperate, that she truly hoped that this ordeal was to bring back her good sport form. Her body was well trained over the years and maybe there was still a bit of power left in it. That's why out of desperation she continued fucking her pussy in front of the stranger, changing different exercises and positions and different weights also. With each minute of those exercises though, she was not feeling stronger. Instead she felt weaker and weaker and even she had an orgasm from the intense stimulation.

That marked the end of Vanessa's first appointment with the stranger.

...

The next two appointments were very similar with only a bunch of new things and surprises.

The fourth appointment though is worth mentioning. This was the first moment in her 36-year old life when Vanessa got something bigger then a regular male cock up her ass. That day her personal trainer told her that it was time to ramp things up a bit and that in order to do so she had to switch holes.

She started with the now regular 15 inch dildo. Her movements were already well trained so the slight electric shocks didn't bother her that much. Soon she was fucking the plastic electric toy with will and conviction more suitable for a pornstar, rather then a professional volleyball player.

On her fifth session, Vanessa managed to eat the whole plastic toy with her ass. All of the 15 inches were well buried deep inside of her colon. The feeling to be so full was very strange for her, but it was also rather satisfying.

This went on for another two-three weeks. Everyday after the ordinary training with the team she went on her special training. Her husband knew it was important to her, so he supported her for the additional training. Of course she had not told him, what was the nature of that additional training.

...

"Vanessa, you will be in the starting team tomorrow. I am glad of your effort in training and I think your presence will have positive effect on the team tomorrow."

"I am glad to hear that, coach" Vanessa felt immense relief. Of course she had to play well the next day, but at least she now got the chance.

"By the way...." the coach seemed bothered "Did you ever call the number I gave you?" Reynolds finally asked.

"What number coach?" after a slight delay Vanessa responded with a question.

"I thought so." he shook his head in a weird way. "Prepare well for tomorrow"

Vanessa was happy. Just a few weeks before her 37th birthday she was to be in the first team again.

...

The match went well. Vanessa gave a good performance. Definitely it was not a star performance, but it was way better then the all the performances she had in the beginning of the season. She felt a bit strange to play with the buttplug that was given to her but during the second set she had already forgotten about it. After the match she went for her now regulard additional training but she soon cut the session short and headed home.

Once she found herself in home, she felt so happy that she interrupted her husband's favorite TV show by undressing in front of him and after that she told him that he can stick it up her ass. Vanessa was rarely letting him fuck her ass, so this was a very special occasion. After the initial surprise of finding a butt plug in his wife's ass he pulled it out and soon she was riding his cock on the sofa.

Somehow Vanessa had become really good at this. Most probably because he knew how important was to her to get back in the first team.

On the other side Vanessa was riding vigorously her husband's cock. Despite her eagerness she hardly felt the same pleasure the 15 inch plastic dildo gave her. Any way, she knew hot to move and soon her husband shot his load directly in the depths of her asshole. Right after that he helped her cum with his hand.

"I will grab something to drink from the fridge. Do you want a beer or something?" once she had her orgasm also she got up and asked him.

"Yeah, sure" Vanessa's husband replied.

"There is something different in her he thought to himself watching her walking naked towards the kitchen. Strangely she used to dress immediately after they had sex. Now she was entering naked and barefoot in the kitchen with his cum discretely running down her thighs. That was something new. The other strange thing, that he now realized was that the last time they had anal sex, a few months ago, she didn't feel so loose and comfortable taking it in her rear. He felt he was hard again. "Darling, wait for me" he shouted and followed her in the kitchen.

...

"So, Mrs Ayes, in the beginning of the season it looked like you are finished like a professional player. How did it happen that your form was once again excellent?

Vanessa moved a bit to make herself more comfortable in the chair. For the interview she was wearing a brand new butt plug. Slightly bigger than the previous one. Vanessa felt like she was again twenty in her prime. She had anticipated that interview with the same anxiety she had anticipated her very first couple of itnerviews. She smiled and prepared to answer.

"It's simple. Dedication and some additional training. You know that I am not someone that easily gives up." she smiled at the camera

"Does that mean you are not retiring at the end of the season?" the interviewer asked.

"Of course not, I can still give something to his sport. The day of my retirement from professional sport for sure will come one day, but I feel like a can play for at least another two years. Having in mind the tactics of coach Reynolds, which benefit me a lot, I think I will be able to play maybe until my early fourties."

"Really?"

"Yes, why not?" Vanessa was beaming with happiness despite the small discomfort the butt plug was casing her. "I will give my best." she added with a smile.

...