The Run

Mitch and Kait had on the surface a very normal relationship. They had been married for 10 years and in that time had presented as a fun loving and caring relationship.

Mitch is 5'9" with an average build that's softened a bit over time. His brown hair is thick and slightly unkempt, with a few lighter strands. He has strong features a solid jawline, defined cheekbones, and a nose that adds character. His fair skin shows hints of time outside, with faint lines around his blue eyes, which are deep and observant. His personality is playful and easily distracted. Confident and in conversations has a way of really listening, having deep empathy with whoever he converses with. His authenticity has been read as sarcasm on more than one occasion as its so bluntly kind.

Kait stands at 5'8" but never lets Mitch forget that they're "basically the same height" a fact she loves to emphasize, especially when she throws on a pair of heels and gets to tower over him just a little. She has long legs that give her a naturally elegant presence. Her dirty blonde hair falls effortlessly, catching just enough light to bring out natural highlights. Always looking like she put in the perfect amount of effort, never too much, never too little. Her face is striking, with high cheekbones that give her a sculpted, youthful look, and a smile that easily grabs attention. There's a confidence in the way she carries herself; a mix of playfulness and poise that makes people take notice without her even trying. Her sizable chest only adds to the overall effect, but it's her energy that really pulls people in. A bright and nurturing personality and gleeful world view. She has some naivety believing to trust others and their willingness to do the right thing. Easy to make laugh and enjoys bad jokes, making her a great match for Mitch who can't resist from making them.

Publicly facing Mitch and Kait are a cookie cutter couple. But behind closed doors they are incredibly kinky. They met in college and quickly found their shared love of kink and BDSM. They both have extremely high sex drives and were constantly sucking, licking, and fucking any chance they could get. While most people lose some drive as they age this is not the case for this couple. Their intensity seems to be always building. They also both enjoyed playing with power dynamics. Both switch and trade off taking turns with "who's in charge." They have a vast collection of lingerie, role play outfits, toys, and accessories. Kait even has a custom-made red latex catsuit that she delights putting on and making Mitch shine.

As of late Mitch had been in a submissive mood and down the rabbit hole he went. Looking online at fem domme captions and porn. This led to a hot series of chastity captions. He couldn't help it. In his horny state he hit share and texted a few over to Kait. He waited nervously and then saw the text bubbles. And all that appeared was a devil smiling emoji. Followed by a link to a chastity device on a sex toy store website. It was a simple pink plastic cage but very secure. An internal lock and a comfortable design. Not having any more resistance, he hit add to cart and then buy. He sent the "your order has been placed" message to Kate and she responded with a simple "good boy"

That night she teased him relentlessly in bed. Sliding into the sheets in a silk nightgown. She cuddled up against him and slowly stroked him. No words were exchanged but it was clear she would tease and that's all. Once he was leaking liberally, she giggled and fell asleep stroking him.

The following morning, he woke up early and made breakfast. Just as the eggs and bacon were done, she floated down wearing the same silk nightgown from the night before. It did little to support her perfect breasts as they shifted around freely. Her nipples erect showing through the thin material. She didn't hide anything. She was hot and she knew it. "Good morning sweetheart" she said in her beautiful high-pitched voice. "Good morning love. I hope you slept well? I found it a little hard to sleep" Mitch retorted. She giggled.

He handed her a plate thick with bacon and eggs. She looked at it and looked at him. "I love the full breakfast but didn't we talk about being more healthy lately?" He looked at his calorie rich creation and nodded. "You're totally right. I forgot that was the plan. But good news I signed up for the gym down the street and am going to start running again." Kait clapped with delight. "I need to make sure you maintain your legendary endurance for 'reasons' ". They both laughed at this.

A week went by and Mitch true to his word had been hitting the gym daily. Kait was super supportive but was desperate to find a way to keep him motivated. He had gone through a week or two workout sprees before only to relax back after. Just as she was musing, she heard a noise by the door. It was a delivery. To her delight the chastity cage had arrived and all of a sudden, a plan started to form.

That night she left the cage in the bathroom with a note that said "wear me." Mitch went to brush his teeth and to his delight found the device and the playful note. He put it on after some learning. It took him some time to be completely soft enough to make it fit. Once the lock clicked a surge of excitement went through him. He loved the feeling of giving up control. It took all his effort to not just run to Kait to give her the keys.

Kait is stretched out across the bed, completely at ease, like she was made to be admired. The black strappy lingerie clings to her, the delicate lace barely covering her while the thin straps frame every curve. Against the soft sheets, her fair skin almost glows, the contrast making every inch of her impossible to ignore. One long leg is bent slightly, the high-cut design only making them seem longer, and the way she's positioned. One arm resting lazily above her head, the other tracing absentmindedly over her stomach. It all feels almost effortless, like she isn't even trying.

She watches Mitch with that knowing smirk, blue eyes sharp and full of mischief, completely aware of the effect she has. The straps shift slightly as she moves, the sheer fabric teasing just enough to make it impossible to look away. Everything about her the way she stretches, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the confidence in her expression is enchanting. Her smiles say she's in complete control. And as Mitch stands there, taking her in, he knows without a doubt that she's right.

"You must learn your place slut. Your cage is so cute and can teach you what you need to learn. Pleasure through the pleasure of others. I don't want you to do anything other then what I say. Give me the keys. Lick me to an orgasm and then crawl up into bed so I can cuddle you to sleep"

Mitch slack jawed tosses her the keys. As if in reaction she opens her legs and it's revealed that she has on no panties. The straps of the garters look incredible framing his new meal. She is already quite wet, her pussy lips glistening with delight. She always has stayed shaved smooth but tonight she looks flawless.

Mitch climbs up on the bed. His chastity cage tight and twitching. It's hard for him to think. He knows his job and he mindlessly begins the work. Long slow licks up the whole way. The first taste of her almost taking his breath away with how much he loves her. His licks get stronger and delve a bit deeper. This is followed by some direct attention on her clit. Soft smoshy kisses with small tongue punches. She arches and lightly grinds. Her breath increasing as the pleasure flows through her.

She watches him between heavy lidded eyes, her lips curling into a slow, satisfied smirk as his intensity increases. Deep between her thighs, his mouth working with more focus than usual. There's something different tonight more effort, more patience. She can feel it in the way his tongue moves, how he lingers just a little longer in the spots that make her shiver, how his hands grip her hips like he doesn't want her going anywhere.

She runs her fingers through his hair, half in control, half just needing something to hold onto as the pleasure builds. His obedience is intoxicating, the way he's completely tuned into her, responding to every shift of her body, every quiet sound she makes. He's always been good, but tonight, he's determined, eager to pull every last bit of pleasure from her.

Mitch lost between Kait's thighs, his head buried in her, his every movement driven by the soft gasps and moans spilling from her lips. The strappy black lingerie clings to her body as she writhes against the sheets, completely lost in her own pleasure. Meanwhile, he's aching and straining against the unforgiving confinement of the chastity cage, every pulse of need only heightening his desperation. His own pleasure isn't even a factor. All that matters is her.

Her thighs tremble as he pushes her closer, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. She bites her lip, eyes locked on him as the tension inside her coils tighter, until finally, it snaps, her back arching as waves of pleasure roll through her. And still, he doesn't stop, not until she's completely undone beneath him.

Mitch eventually slows and remembers he needs to breathe. His face wet with her juices in the air it feels cool. He is proud to be enveloped in her scent. Without wiping his face he crawls up into the bed as was previously instructed. He drifts to sleep with her warm embrace and his cock straining desperately.

He wakes the same way. Intense pressure and straining. He finds his wife sleeping like a peaceful angel draped over his body. The impact of his helplessness sets in and he feels real regret for the cage.

They have a slow morning. But eventually at the lunch table Mitch cant hold back any longer. "Honey any chance of me getting the keys back please." Kait laughs and in a playful tone says "oh yeah almost forgot about those. But I guess I have a question for you? Have you been to the gym today strong man?" Mitch looking surprised said "no not yet" she responds with a mocking tone "no release yet."

Mitch steps through the gym doors, his heart pounding harder than it should for someone who has not yet started his workout. The familiar scent of rubber mats and faintly lingering sweat surrounds him as he scans the room, his pulse quickening with each glance. His shorts feel too thin, his posture too rigid, his movements too deliberate. The chastity cage presses against him, a constant reminder of both Kait's control and his own vulnerability. What if someone notices. What if there is some telltale sign he cannot hide.

He forces himself to walk toward the treadmills, keeping his head down just enough to avoid unnecessary eye contact. The gym is busy, filled with people focused on their own routines, but it does little to ease his nerves. He feels exposed, hyperaware of every step and shift of his body.

Then, as he reaches his machine, his eyes catch on her. A woman near the squat rack, her leggings stretched tight over an incredible butt, moving with effortless grace through her sets. His body tenses as he looks away too quickly, hoping no one saw him staring. Heat rises to his face, embarrassment tightening his chest. The cage reminds him of his state, of how helpless he is against temptation, of how obvious his struggle must seem.

He steps onto the treadmill, fingers shaking slightly as he adjusts the settings. Focus. He has to focus. Kait's request is what matters. His promise to be healthier is what matters. He takes a deep breath, starts his run, and pushes forward, doing everything he can to ignore the distractions around him.

Getting home its time to clean down. Mitch steps into the shower, the hot water cascading over his tired muscles, washing away the sweat from his workout. Just as he begins to relax, he hears the sound of the glass door sliding open. Kait steps in, completely naked, her skin glistening under the warm spray. She looks incredible, her curves illuminated by the steam, every inch of her radiating effortless confidence.

His body reacts instantly, a deep ache settling in as his cage strains against him. The sight of her so close, the heat of her presence, the way she watches him with that knowing smile it all makes the denial so much worse. He bites his lip, forcing himself to stay still, knowing she notices every twitch of his frustration.

She steps closer, running a hand along his chest, her touch both gentle and commanding. "So," she muses, tilting her head. "Was it possible to run comfortably with the cage on?"

Mitch swallows hard, nodding. "Yeah," he admits. "It was distracting at first, but after a while, I barely noticed it."

Kait hums in approval, her fingers trailing lower, teasing but not giving him what he so desperately wants. "And do you think you could wear it for longer periods? Maybe even all day?" Her voice is casual, but the intent behind her words is clear.

His breath catches. The idea sends a fresh wave of frustration through him, but at the same time, the challenge excites him. He nods again, his voice almost a whisper. "I think so."

Pleased with his answer, she leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against his neck before stepping back. Without a word, she reaches for the key, unlocking the cage with deliberate slowness. The moment the restraint is gone, he lets out a shuddering breath, his arousal almost unbearable.

Kait sinks to her knees before him, her eyes locked onto his as she takes him in her mouth with deliberate skill. The relief is overwhelming, pleasure flooding his senses as she works him over with slow, teasing precision. The water beats down on them, but Mitch can focus on nothing except the sensation of her lips, her tongue, the way she takes her time driving him to the edge.

After so much restraint, so much obedience, release crashes over him like a tidal wave. Kait stays with him through every shudder, every pulse of pleasure, her satisfaction evident in the way she licks her lips as she finally pulls away.

She stands, pressing her body against his, whispering into his ear. "You did well today."

Mitch can barely breathe, his body still trembling, he loves his wife so much.

The next evening, Mitch and Kait enjoy a quiet dinner together, savoring their meal and the comforting rhythm of conversation. Kait watches Mitch with a proud smile, appreciating the effort he's put into his training.

"You've been really consistent, Mitch," she says, her tone warm and approving. "It's inspiring to see how dedicated you are. I'm proud of you."

Mitch feels a rush of gratitude, appreciating her encouragement. "Thanks, I've been pushing myself, but it's nice to see it's paying off."

Kait leans forward, her eyes sparkling with a new idea. "I've been thinking," she begins, her voice playful. "What if we signed you up for a 5k? You've been doing so well, and having a race to train for would keep you motivated. What do you think?"

Mitch considers it, the idea exciting him more than he expected. "That sounds like a great idea," he says, nodding. "It would be nice to have a goal to focus on."

Kait smiles, already pulling out her phone to browse upcoming races. After a moment, her face lights up. "Here we go, how about the 'Powder Run'? It's a fun event where participants get splashed with colored powder as they run. It's not overly competitive, but it's a great way to stay active, and it looks like a lot of fun."

Mitch chuckles at the thought of being covered in vibrant powder, imagining the playful energy of the event. "That sounds perfect. I'm definitely in."

Kait grins, pleased with his response. "I'll be there cheering you on, of course! You'll crush it."

They finish their dinner, both excited about the race. For Mitch, it's another step in his training, with a fun and colorful challenge ahead, and Kait's support as a constant source of motivation.

A couple weeks pass and Mitch keeps up his regular training. Kait supports him and encourages him to get his mile times down. On the eve of the race Kait is in a particularly dommy mood. She tells Mitch to head to the bedroom and strip.

She enters the room clad in a leather corset, black garters, stockings, and shiny black heels. Each step she takes closer to him with an echoing "click" feels incredibly powerful. She grabs his arms and reveals cuffs from the back of the bed. Quickly and easily securing him into the bondage. She pulls out a bag of ice. "You are far to hard for what I have prepared for you my slave" the bag of ice hits his hard member and he wriggles and grunts in protest. Finally his member is forcibly soft and shrunk. She gets the chastity device out and quickly and easily attaches it. Taking the keys and playfully stuffing them into her corsets cleavage.

"You see I have been so excited to play a little game with you. Ever since we got the chastity I have loved the intense control I felt the first night we tried it. So I did all sorts of research online. I learned that some women keep their men locked for months and years even. Now that all seems a little intense for me. I mean I am a woman who has needs and I do enjoy your cock fulfilling them. But I did want to try a longer lock up. So tomorrow for the race you will be running for your lock up time. Each minute will be an added day. If I remember correctly, you have been working on a 10 minute pace. So for 3 miles that should only be 30 minutes? But if you try extra hard maybe you can cut that time down!"

Mitch caught off guard by the monologue stared in shock. He couldn't help but accept that it was kind of a hot game. "I accept your terms" Kait laughed softly to herself. "You accept how cute. It was not a suggestion silly." with that she removed his restraints and gave him a warm kiss. Sleep well honey we want to make sure you have a great race tomorrow."

The morning of the race arrives, and Mitch wakes up with a knot of nervous energy in his stomach. Full balls ache with denial. He sits on the edge of the bed, staring down at his running shoes, trying to steady his breath. He's trained for this. He's put in the work. But now that the day is here, doubt creeps in.

Kait notices immediately. She walks over, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You're going to do great," she says, her voice steady and confident. "Just focus on one step at a time."

Mitch nods, but his mind is already spinning. What if he starts too fast and burns out? What if he can't keep up? What if he embarrasses himself in front of all these runners who seem so much more prepared? The pressure builds as they arrive at the race venue, the crowd buzzing with energy. Everywhere he looks, people seem confident, chatting with ease, stretching like they've done this a hundred times before.

At the starting line, his hands feel clammy. His breath comes quicker than it should. The announcer's voice booms over the speakers, but it's hard to focus. He rolls his shoulders, shakes out his legs, but the nerves won't leave.

Then, just before the starting horn, Kait catches his eye from the sidelines and gives him a simple nod, her expression full of certainty. You've got this.

The horn blares, and the race begins. Mitch pushes forward, his thoughts still jumbled, his breathing uneven. But as he finds his stride, the rhythm of his feet against the pavement slowly drowns out the noise in his head. Step by step, breath by breath, he moves forward.

The race takes off in a blur of movement and sound. Mitch surges forward with the crowd, but the sheer number of runners pressing in from all sides overwhelms him. Arms and legs jostle for space, and before he realizes it, he's getting pushed toward the back of the pack. His breathing is already uneven, his nerves making it worse.

He glances down at his smartwatch. 12:00 per mile. Too slow. Way too slow. He needs to pick it up.

Forcing himself to focus, he quickens his pace, weaving through the runners ahead of him. But the familiar discomfort of the chastity cage reminds him of its presence with every stride. It's not painful, but it's distracting. His mind keeps circling back to it, making it harder to focus on his breathing, his form, the race itself.

Then, as he pushes forward, a few women pass him, strong, athletic, moving effortlessly. Their perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the crisp morning breeze. His body tenses instinctively, frustration simmering beneath the surface. He clenches his jaw and forces himself to look straight ahead, but it's an uphill battle against his own distractions.

Just as he's fighting to refocus, he's caught completely off guard a burst of bright blue powder explodes in front of him. The Powder run. He had completely forgotten. The chalky dust fills the air, coating his shirt, his arms, even catching in his hair. He coughs, stumbling slightly, then barely has time to react before another cloud this time vibrant yellow engulfs him.

Mitch glances down at his smartwatch, desperate for a sense of his pace, but it's covered in a thick layer of color dust, the screen completely unreadable. His stomach sinks. He has no idea how fast he's going, how much time he has left. What if he's too slow? How long would he be locked for? His mind spirals with terrifying thoughts, and his legs react before he can think, pushing harder, forcing himself forward.

His breath comes in ragged gasps now, his muscles burning, but he refuses to slow. The course twists, and then finally he spots the finish line in the distance. His heart pounds as he locks onto the race clock above it, numbers steadily ticking away.

27:30.

His eyes go wide. If he can cross before it hits 28, he could save an entire day of chastity time. The realization floods his system with adrenaline. He digs deep, gritting his teeth, pouring every last ounce of strength into his stride.

But just as he surges forward, a final explosion of pink powder blinds him. It engulfs his vision, clings to his skin, slows him down for just a second but a second is all it takes. He bursts through the cloud, eyes locking back onto the clock--

28:01.

His foot crosses the line.

His body stumbles forward, hands on his knees as he gasps for breath. The moment sinks in. All that effort, all that pushing and this is the best time he has ever had!

Through the blur of exhaustion and color dust, he hears cheering, sees Kait waiting at the finish line. She looks at him, grinning, clearly proud.

Mitch barely has time to catch his breath before Kait is in front of him, holding out a bottle of water with a mischievous smile. He takes it gratefully, gulping it down as he tries to steady his racing heart. His legs feel like jelly, his lungs are on fire, and the realization of his missed time still stings.

Kait, however, looks absolutely delighted. "28:01, huh?" she says, tilting her head playfully. "So close to 27, Mitch. So very close."

He groans, wiping some of the color powder from his face. "You don't have to sound so happy about it."

She just laughs, stepping closer and reaching for the thin chain around her neck. With a little tug, she reveals a small set of keys dangling from it, glinting in the sunlight. "What can I say? 28 days sounds like the perfect amount of time for some fun."

Mitch swallows, his exhaustion mixing with something else entirely as he watches the keys sway gently in front of him. Kait notices his reaction and grins wider, her voice teasing but full of affection. "You did amazing, though. I'm really proud of you."

He sighs, shaking his head with a small, tired smile. "Proud enough to shave off a few seconds?"

Kait taps a finger to her chin as if considering. Then, with a smirk, she tucks the keys back beneath her shirt. "Not a chance."

Mitch exhales sharply, equal parts exasperated and amused. This is going to be a long month.