It’s the addictive expression of power and control that brings her to unlock me each day for an hour of teasing. She loves making me wriggle and writhe. The frustrated noises I make are music to her ears.
She’s definitely not a lock it and forget it keyholder. It’s the agonizing teases that motivate her. The denial is only a means to an end.
I am on a strict no touching rule. My wife caught me only briefly squeezing my flaccid shaft and didn’t hesitate to remind me: “You’re not allowed to do that anymore”. (She also mused about extending my no-touch rule to my balls and nipples, and moving the goalposts where I’m grateful even for a ruined orgasm.)