In order to understand why his dreams are so vivid and intense it is probably best to know a bit more about him and his wants, needs, fantasies and frustrations.
In terms of physical appearance, he would not consider himself handsome, although he does sometimes think he is starting to look slightly better with age. At 45 he still has a full and thick head of dark brown curly hair which he has started to grow out, dark brown for the most part, but with more and more patches of grey. He has a full beard which he will grow and then cut back depending on his moods but it is rare that he will shave his face completely. His chin has even more grey streaks than his head and he has given up worrying about them, even his wife Claire no longer attempts to use her tweezers to try and remove any.
His eyes are a cool grey which gives him quite an intense gaze, but he does try to counteract this by smiling more and laughing as much as possible.
He has a thick neck and broad shoulders above his long torso, but his shorter legs have prevented him quite reaching a full six foot in height. He blames his body shape as the reason for being over his ideal weight, but deep down he knows it is his love of beer and good food which are the cause of his love handles and soft belly, a sedentary profession in accounts does not help greatly as he spends more time sitting than standing while at work, and he has never quite found the time or the energy to join a gym.
He likes to wear comfortable casual clothes; large t-shirts, baggy jeans, trainers, but he can scrub up nicely in a shirt or suit when the occasion requires.
Beneath his clothing he has always been quite hairy, but will now trim down his chest and belly hair and normally keeps his pubes and balls completely shaven.
Recently he has started to trim his leg hairs, but is growing these back after going overboard one weekend and shaving them completely for Claire, an evening which had ended with him playing dress-up with his wife.
He will sometimes have his toenails painted. Deep red or purple are his favourite, but he will also go for a pale pink occasionally if his wife has him wearing a pink plastic cage rather than a metal one.
The cage? Well, that is the one thing he will almost always be wearing although there is only one other person who knows that: his key holder; his best friend; his soul mate; his wife.
His cock is a nice size. Claire had described it as perfect for her before she had given him his penis envy complex. He has spent a lot of time measuring and comparing it to the cocks of other men, either by images on the internet or the porn he watches. When soft it is just over five inches from tip to base and measures almost five inches around, the foreskin covers part of the head, but it isn't too tight and will pull back easily. When he becomes erect it will stand straight and proud, curving ever so slightly upwards, reaching seven inches in length with a girth of six inches, his foreskin is then below his fully exposed head, almost as though his cock has been circumcised.
As a result of his chastity lifestyle, he has found that his dreams are often about sex, will be nearly always about Claire and get more and more perverse the longer he stays in chastity. This is a record of one of his chastity fantasies.
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Part one. - Night thirty-five of chastity.
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The room is brightly lit and there is a gentle flow of fresh air from the slightly opened windows, the breeze making the curtains move in and out in a slow rhythm as though the room itself is breathing.
The walls and ceiling are painted in a soft cream colour and this compliments the dark oak finish of the wooden bed and furniture. The bedspread, curtains, light and lamp shades are all a matching maroon colour while the thick carpet is a darker cream.
On the bed he is lay naked, his arms and legs stretched out to the four corners and tied securely with wrist and ankle cuffs, these are locked onto their under-mattress restraints. He does not struggle. He knows he would not be able to release himself.
The cool air has made his nipples harden, and his excitement at what is happening this evening is making his cock strain and twitch inside the heavy metal cage he wears. He cannot get erect, and the weight of the cage is keeping his penis pointed downwards, his shaft is unable to even lift the device up more than a few centimetres, and even then, not for long.
His head is propped up slightly by a comfortable pillow which raises him just enough to allow him to see around the bedroom, but not quite enough to let him to turn and see inside the en-suite bathroom where he can hear his wife finishing up her shower.
His wife, Claire, enters the room completely naked, her pale skin slightly pink from the heat of the shower. Her short blonde bob haircut is wet and mussed up, her pretty face with her sparkly eyes is fixed upon her bound husband and her smile is full of mischief.
Claire stands there with her large naked BBW body on full display to her husband. He gazes up longingly at her heavy, pale breasts stretching down with their dark brown nipples in the middle of her oval areoles. It may be the cool air in the room, or something else, but he can see that Claire's nipples are hard and swollen, pointing outwards.
Beneath her gorgeous breasts Claire has several folds of stomach fat around her large middle, her belly overhangs, but does not completely cover her cleanly shaven mound beneath. He can just see a glimpse of the pink lips of Claire's pussy as she moves around the room and he imagines how they would feel against his fingers, taste on his lips, or even how they would gently squeeze around his cock if she allowed him to enter her.
He watches intently as Claire busies herself around the bedroom, she is selecting different clothing options from her wardrobe and using the bed and her husband as a makeshift table where she lays out the different combinations of styles and colours.
Eventually she is satisfied with her choice and she takes her time making a show of dressing, sliding her legs into a lacy red pair of knickers, they are tight and hug the globes of her ample backside, the front of the panties is patterned and almost see through, giving the smallest glimpse of the beginning of her bald lips.
The matching bra holds Claire's massive breasts upwards and gives her a generous cleavage of soft pale flesh. She makes a show of trailing a fingertip over the fabric and slowly circling the hard nipple beneath, watching her husband look of desperate lust.
Claire picks up her silver necklace and fastens it around her neck; the small silver key to her husband's chastity cage nestles between her red lace covered breasts and causes a moan of excitement to escape from her spread-eagled captive on the bed.
Claire then slips on a red dress, slightly darker than her underwear set, it is tight around the middle, stretched against her fat belly, and it is low cut at the front which shows a generous amount of bosom. The dress flares out with pleats at the bottom, hanging just above Claire's knees and giving quick flashes of thigh if she spins around, she does this several times, enjoying teasing her husband as she also admires herself in the full-length mirror on the wall.
She takes her time drying and straightening her hair before fastening in a set of diamond earrings which sparkle in the light. Claire carefully applies her makeup, not too much, but enough to enhance her best features and make her look even prettier than normal. She finished off her look with some bright red lipstick.
