Introductions discussion

After ten months of trial in chastity, I pledged to submission and a life of being locked up within our marriage. It appears my wife pulled an old bait-and-switch trick; during the trial phase she was quite lenient compared to her current standards. On average, she used to allow me a satisfying orgasm roughly once each month. She frequently excused it if I forgot chores or spoke back too freely. Her dominance felt more like requests than commands. Once I committed under the threat of losing sex entirely should I waver (and I believe her because her preferences lean toward women rather than men), everything shifted overnight. My next scheduled orgasm is now over four months away, tied to a special event. She claims I ought to be grateful it isn’t a full year, which was what she truly desired. Before this change, I had never gone longer than five weeks without one. When I voiced my worry, she promised to help me endure the wait. The number of tease days has increased, and I am now dressed in women’s clothing and underwear with full face makeup. My cologne is out, replaced by perfume that I must wear daily, even when going out. Today a work emergency kept me occupied all morning. Normally my wife would overlook missed morning chores, but this time she declared she didn’t care and promised punishment upon her return. She plans to use her favorite paddle—the one that leaves marks and bruises, the same tool she wields until I am weeping and begging for mercy. She added another girls’ night out, making it two nights where she heads out early afternoon and returns at bedtime without saying exactly where she went. I must stay awake to undress her and massage her before she goes off to sleep in her own bedroom. Previously, I was only locked up for a few hours each day at most, sometimes not at all if we spent the whole day together. Now I have to sleep in my CB6000s, removing it briefly each morning for cleaning before putting it back on again. When she teased me before, it usually happened while I was unlocked. Now she wants to avoid any accidents, so I am to remain locked except during special occasions. She never made me wear the cage outside before, but now intends to do so when suitable. She hasn’t mocked my small penis for a while, but has started again, reminding me that I couldn’t even get her pregnant—one of my key humiliation triggers. For the first time in our marriage, instead of telling people we have no children by choice, she now says I am shooting blanks and makes a face of disgust. I realize she is feeding my need for humiliation hoping it helps me endure to the end, so to speak. She even measured me at 3” yesterday but told me that was actually bigger than most think. Her entire attitude has shifted. Before, she made chastity seem very appealing, but now we are in the big leagues with no more casual play for fun. I feel sorry for her act and am stuck unless I want to give up any future sex with her. She has cleverly arranged things so that I get at least two or three orgasms a year along with plenty of sexual intimacy, using teasing to make abstinence look less appealing if I change my mind again. It is bait-and-switch and somewhat unfair, but when I pointed this out, she handed me a list of demands I had made for her compliance in the past that were all nonsense. So I had to agree with her.