boltedrooster more than I hoped for

wow, it feels like just yesterday that I finally shared my fantasy of being locked in a chastity belt with my wife. my wonderful spouse has now seized total authority. At first she wasn’t sure what I wanted when we began, but she is loving and caring, and enjoys making my dreams come true. She has adopted keeping me perpetually chaste as our way of life. Giving her an ornate key that looks like a necklace has made her really proud to display it. Now she collects them; they are everywhere, serving as a constant reminder of my submission for everyone to see (and she loves the fact that no one knows their true purpose). In December, she added another layer to my frustration by keeping me plugged. She started randomly, then moved to every night, and about two weeks ago announced she wanted it in full time. The extra arousal took some adjustment because I felt like I was always straining against the tube. Yesterday at work, I mistakenly asked to be unplugged, thinking I was too distracted and needed to ease into full-time wear (just one more day a week at the office). She agreed, but all day I missed being filled and watched the clock hoping for a chance to slip it back in. Last night I begged her to please take charge of my rear again, and she said yes. So now I am stuffed and constantly chaste. My original fantasy involved having a specific list or date for release, but when I gave her full control, she decided I should never know if or when I would be allowed out or have an orgasm. I agree her choice is superior; not only do I stop watching the calendar for my release date, I get to enjoy the best part: pleasuring her. In the evenings, she tells me when to return home (I run a part-time business from here), what to wear (last night included my chastity belt and NJoy plug along with a collar, leather ankle and wrist cuffs, clover clamps connected by a chain, and an open robe). It has been just over a year since we started this journey, and it has really evolved on its own. I love wearing the belt full time, feeling the pressure while wondering who can tell that I am locked up and stuffed. At the same time, I look forward to pressing my cage against her, sensing her excitement rise, and enjoying lapping at her with all my energy focused on her pleasure and climax (her orgasm is my only release, which is incredibly exciting). Looking back over the last year, wow. It has exceeded everything I hoped for, and there is more ahead. I love her more than I ever imagined possible, and cherish that she finds excitement in keeping me sexually frustrated and locked in chastity.