Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

We discussed this back in May, right after I penned a lengthy letter to her about all my fantasies and desires. She told me “I don’t feel guilty. I don’t feel guilty in the slightest, and I never have.” I remarked that she could say it more often, sensing she was playing with my head. “It happens to be true.” Her reply was as calm and composed as one could expect. She wasn’t joking. She accepted that I really don’t need an orgasm. She knew this long before I consulted my urologist. I can remain on the plateau without ever climaxing. It’s not a necessity; it’s merely something I desire. She agreed to keep me locked in chastity more often. Because of this, I’ve worn a device for 80% of the past five months. She allowed me to go three full months without an orgasm this year, setting a new record. Since May, she has granted me only four complete orgasms—the fewest so far this year. I have now surpassed ten months in my MaleChastityNow GlansArmor2 and will hit twelve months soon. She tells me that culling isn’t required of me. She’s delighted by her ability to make me gush within the cage through mental stimulation alone. She enjoys giving me perfectly ruined orgasms, and yesterday, what I thought was worry on her face was actually just concern that she pushed me too far over the edge when I twitched slightly and softened before she locked me back up. She didn’t want to lose her touch or fine control after such extensive chastity. Today she said only a boy would think my cock head is the sole source of fun for me. She’s perfectly content with me staying locked. She finds great pleasure in the rest of my body and deeply fucking my mind. I opened up to her after five years of masturbation and orgasm control, and she took that next step. I’m caged more often than not now. Orgasms are no longer something we seek out; edges and spills become rewards for being a good boy. For Locktober, she agreed to fully secure my keys. We’ve shifted from an honor system—where I was bound by duty not to lock or unlock myself (since December 2016) or fondle without permission (since April 2017)—to enforced chastity. This is what she wants. I’ve offered that I can be anything for her, but she adores her sweet, good boy who is constantly dripping, slick, and wriggly for her attention. I feel trapped at the moment. I wouldn’t mind a change of pace. I would love to give her a manly, long, hard fucking; it’s what I crave. But she is addicted to power and control. It’s easy for me to melt under that influence. She doesn’t mind if I have half a brain. I can be intoxicated by her presence. And she feels absolutely no guilt about owning my sexual pleasure completely for the rest of our lives, using that authority to keep me high on denial. Be careful what you wish for. I’m living out my fantasy after so many years of wanking and edging while reading stories like this one. I’m throbbing, tingling, and dripping profusely in my cage; my nipples are hard points, and I can’t stop squirming.

Ditto!-x