Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

My spouse and I have been seriously committed to caged chastity for about nine or ten months now. Usually, it’s a full-time arrangement. Initially, she would release me on weekends for some fun, then gradually extended the intervals to every fortnight. Lately, however, she has discovered that this is an effective tool for shaping my conduct. Previously, when I irritated her, she penalized me by adding a week. Then, forgetting a chore, I lost another week. Just five minutes after that, being too slow in obeying a command cost me yet another week. It took five weeks total before I finally got out. She has kept up the strictness, sometimes deducting two weeks for a single mistake! Currently, with just under four weeks left on my six-week sentence (for now), she certainly has the power to extend it further if she wishes. The feeling of her being in control turns me on. I am eagerly anticipating that eventual release and orgasm, though I admit I’m desperate for it. Rest assured, I’m doing everything possible to satisfy her expectations! She keeps those standards fresh in my mind daily. And then there is this surprising realization. Even before we started wearing the cage, we were already practicing orgasm control on a mutual basis, with me providing sexual services whenever asked. However, shortly after beginning that routine, my own rewards shifted mostly to manual stimulation—sometimes elaborate and intricate, sometimes brief and perfunctory. It’s been two or three years since I last had penetrative sex; the exact time escapes me. Lately, when I drift into erotic reveries, they often center on performing oral service for her, which thrills me deeply. When I think about my next release, I picture her hands working on me. The remarkable insight that hit me this morning was how completely intercourse had faded from my mind! My regular joy comes from giving HER pleasure. My rare reward (when earned) is passively receiving her generous, erotic care. In the past, I instinctively craved mounting and thrusting; now it seems less necessary. I consider this a significant milestone. After more than thirty years together, we are deeply in love, and our intimacy has grown richer and stronger. Yet penetrative sex appears to have vanished from our routine. Who would have guessed? It’s the sort of change that is hard for non-practitioners to grasp.