Three years ago I had my last orgasm by my own hand. She decided my last had been my final last year. I didn’t realize it was to be my final at the time. My wife gave me both my first strictly-guided masturbation-instruction session, and my last orgasm by my own hand on the 5th of May 2018. She has since decided it would become my final after the events of October 2020. — She guided me to masturbate for her. “Stroke three times for me. Stroke three time with the other hand. Now stroke until you cum. You can go faster.” she said. “I want to enjoy it.” I complained. I wanted to stretch this experience out. This had become a once in a year event. It had been over five months since the prior time (2017-12-03) - which completely flattened me - and another 1 year and five months before on 2016-06-30. I complied after edging myself for a while. I have the faintest memory of the climax itself, but I remember how I felt afterwards. I wrote: “I am so so flattened. My ears are warm. I Haven’t been flattened from a full orgasm like this in a while. Perhaps self stroking is the most draining?” I’m probably right. I remember feeling like I was in a warm bath up to my ears after I brought myself to climax. She told me: “Sometimes you need to be reminded” She was really keeping me calibrated. Teasing me in one direction, and then resetting me … so I know what I am missing. Her glorious Pussy. My own hand. She enjoyed watching me. She kissed my face and penetrated my ear with her tongue. — And that was it. I’m grateful to have captured the event as much as I did. It does seem very distant now, being 3 years in the past today. Last year, I nearly cried when she told me that this will never happen again. I said it was unfair that I didn’t know it was my final. I was pouting. I felt trapped and unfairly punished. I was acting bratty and entitled… as if I earned spelt hint for going so long without stroking to orgasm. She said “I’m sorry that you didn’t know, but you’re done.” No more. Ever again. She was serious. I am still allowed to self-stimulate my mind, my ass, and my nipples. But I’m not allowed to self pleasure my cock again. That’s it. It’s over. It’s her decision. She knows this is best. It doesn’t matter if I’m sorry for arguing or begging to orgasm as she let me edge. There’s nothing I can do or say. She’s not angry with me. But she will not put it in my hands again. It didn’t work. She didn’t like it. On the 15th of November 2020 she said that I don’t have to make the decision now to accept permanent masturbation denial. I can live under her enforced chastity. I don’t even need to be grateful. She had me get down on my knees on the kitchen floor. She explained that her decisions are final and that she wants to maintain control. Letting me stroke myself reduced her control. It was her mistake. She’s sorry. I don’t have to apologize. The thing is she wants control. She doesn’t want to give up control. Then on the 18th of November 2020 she reaffirmed all this with a monologue: “There was something particularly off-putting about you telling me how very good it would be to orgasm.” “I told you I wasn’t enjoying you begging for it, and you weren’t listening. You kept going. I let you out. I let you stroke… and you became entitled and got pushy about cumming.” (I interrupted with words about unfairly severe punishment) “No. It’s not punishment. It’s not too severe. It’s a decision. You won’t masturbate again. I’m taking care of you. I will not put you in that situation again.” (I had apologized again) “It doesn’t matter that you are sorry. And the more you focus on it the more certain I am it’s the right decision. I’m going to start ignoring you if you keep asking to masturbate. You don’t do that anymore. It’s over. You’re done.” “I’ll keep you caged, hold your key, and enforce your chastity.” Then she softened her tone and cooed at me: “Don’t worry. It will get easier with time. The memory will fade. I know you can do this. You don’t have a choice.” She put real emphasis in those last words. — And so, that memory is fading. The memory of 2018 May 5th, my tenth self-stimulated orgasm since I first wore piercing-secured Contender chastity cage in 2014, is fading. I captured the memory as well as I could. She did say it doesn’t have to get easier. She’s allowing me to struggle with this. I’m allowed to hold on to the faint tremors from years past. I don’t even remember the climax. Again I only really recall just how good and warm my ears felt afterwards. It’s fitting: the longer I grasp onto these memories the more difficult it is to let go. — So, I hope you enjoyed my account on this third-year anniversary. It’s become important since my wife made it clear it had been my final just last year. She decided. She pushed. She encourages me. She knows I am best kept in enforced chastity, all the time. We will see what these following years bring.