Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

We enjoyed a lovely dinner tonight while chatting as I washed the dishes. It doesn’t happen often that we actually get to sit down for a meal together because of our busy schedules, so usually one or both of us talks the other’s ear off—mostly her, at least. I really enjoy listening to her stream of consciousness; it’s packed with little jokes, observations, sexual innuendo, and beautiful optimism. Anyway, she was being somewhat quiet and hesitant, so I asked what was on her mind. With six days left before my unlock date, she mentioned she’d like me to remain locked for at least another 30 days, possibly up to 60. I think I managed to keep a straight face, but inside I wanted to cry. I’ve grown accustomed to confinement and even started enjoying it, yet I feel on the verge of going mad as the pressure builds unrealistically. That’s now 54 days without an orgasm, whether ruined or otherwise! In fact, I haven’t TOUCHED MY OWN PENIS IN 54 DAYS! Of course, when she has control, my hands are tied up anyway. She held her composure while explaining that she’d read somewhere the crash is milder if your dopamine and hormone levels stay as high as possible, allowing prolactin to metabolize more quickly. She wants to push those levels really high (the thought of my swollen testicles aching makes me wince) and then experiment with intervals between orgasms to find that proverbial sweet spot. She clarified I’m not in trouble and this isn’t just for her amusement—a fib, perhaps, but it’s fine since I like making her happy, even if my groin disagrees slightly. This is coming from someone who truly enjoys intercourse herself. It shows how much she cares about me; she’s willing to go without something she loves so much—though not entirely, unless you count frequent oral and manual stimulation—for a long stretch to optimize both my mental state and spiritual well-being. I love this woman more than anything on earth! So, I said OK (as if I had any real choice, though it was sweet of her to let me pretend). Thus, those 6 extra days have turned into 36–66. I might start learning origami or perhaps burst into tears of semen.