Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

It had been six months since I last experienced a single orgasm. Just one.. Despite that, the desire was still strong when they put the cage back on. We see each other and make love regularly, averaging about twice a week for several hours at a time. Two or three times a month she allows me out overnight so we can have penetrative sex. Naturally, I don’t reach an orgasm, and even minor leaks are kept to a minimum, which isn’t always simple. The other night she caught me by surprise; I genuinely didn’t expect release before January. We had been making love for ages, and I found myself needing to withdraw and calm down several times over. I was at the breaking point where I thought I could no longer hold it in unless I got out of bed and did something else. She made me get on my back and mounted me, going wild while repeatedly shouting DO NOT CUM. DON’T YOU DARE CUM. Over and over again. Vigorous doesn’t quite capture what we were doing. She continued even as I told her I couldn’t hold out any longer; she was close to climaxing herself, which drives me mad especially when I’m still inside her. The intensity of that moment cannot be overstated. DO NOT CUM. DON’T YOU DARE CUM. It felt like both a command and a threat simultaneously. Then she let go with one of her massive earth-shaking orgasms—the ones she calls them—and screamed at me to CUM NOW. I didn’t need telling twice. Yes, I’m fairly certain I did cum; waves of pleasure washed over me while my cock became wildly oversensitive as she kept thrusting. It was a right mess. But I didn’t ejaculate—not really. There wasn’t that internal pumping action. It felt more like the inability to expel fluid due to being over-milked than an effortful release. It was definitely an orgasm, extremely intense, with me making no attempt at all to push out even a drop of liquid. I was completely exhausted; so were we both. We woke up tangled together as usual in the morning. I felt drained yet incredibly horny. By the time Adele had showered and left for work, I was locked but ready for more, and have been extremely desirous ever since. It’s a very odd sensation, as if I shared her orgasm without having one of my own; that seems to be the only logical explanation. If women’s orgasms are like this, then it makes sense why you’d want as many as possible. And honestly, I am quite jealous.