My New Obsession (F/m)

Before my wife introduced me to some interesting changes to my lifestyle, I'd always been quite fond of her breasts. Firm, well-rounded, not too large; they were just enough to make any shirt, blouse, or sweater proud to be there. After she took control of my mind...well...
There was no greater glory in all the world than the sweet, soft smoothness of her skin. It happened over time, certainly, but by the end of it, I became completely obsessed with her breasts (as a main focus--I was almost equally obsessed both with her beauty and being controlled by her). I thought about them constantly, and even getting to see them made me tremendously horny--and quite happy. All from listening to a few mp3s!
I knelt beside her favorite low-slung chair, my hairless body fit and trim just as she liked it to be. Chains led from my collar to my wrists, from there to a belly chain, from there to my ankles, and each set linked up to the small special-order surgical-steel padlock that ran through my rather-new Prince Albert piercing. I knew about the chains, and the piercing, but thanks to her manipulation of my perceptions, I was also certain that I was in a steel chastity belt. I'd been chaste for quite some time, in fact...
My beautiful Mistress and owner was wearing one of her favorite leather brassieres; it left her nipples exposed, and there were long straps at either outside edge and two dangling in the middle. Well, there usually were. The set of straps connected to the left cup of her bra was secured behind my head, holding my ring-gagged face firmly against her exposed nipple--where she forbade me to lick, or suck, or touch it because I needed to be punished. It was utter agony for me. To be so powerfully horny, to have the object of my obsession literally in my mouth, and to be denied it? She rubbed her clit gently through the sheer panties she wore around the house, excited and pleased by my whimpers.
Some time later, she said to me, "All is forgiven." My tongue unfroze itself, my lips pressed harder into the leather of my owner's bra, and I tasted the glorious wonder of her skin. She had slightly altered a few files to suit her own purposes... Licking, sucking, helpless against her in more ways than one, my arousal and frustration rose higher and higher until I felt like I would come if I was just touched, come for the first time in half a year, come so hard that the top of my head would fly off in an explosion of fireworks and colored smoke, so close that I could almost...not quite...
I came back to myself a few moments later, not nearly so close to orgasm but heading back up to it steadily. I hadn't noticed the gap in time; I'd been so distracted that I hadn't heard my Mistress whispering in my ear. Something was different...I was now pressed firmly against her other breast, and Mistress no longer had her panties on. I could smell her, and the scent of her sweat and arousal turned me on enormously. In fact, everything about her did.
"If you can make me come, lover, I'll let you come too! Does that sound like a deal?" I didn't even nod, but turned my willing tongue to its work with a vengeance. All I could touch was her nipple; all I had to work with was my tongue. She'd trained me well, but well enough?
When I felt her hand on the back of my head, pressing me against her harder as she arched her back and moaned, in an instant I was right back where I'd been minutes ago, on the very edge of orgasm and pushing the limit as hard as humanly possible. This was already more pleasurable than most of the orgasms I'd ever had! My whimperings excited her further, they being the closest thing to an intelligible noise I could make while in 'worship mode'.
I must have gone at it for nearly half an hour, and it drove me half-insane. Just getting hornier and hornier, my Mistress getting hotter and hotter... I was lost in submission and lust long before she finally reached down and started to stroke her clit. When she came, if I hadn't been strapped to her chest, she would have flung me halfway across the room. When she came again, one of the straps tore itself from the brassiere, and I ended up on my back, unable to rise, the back of my head smarting a little from its impact with the carpet.
None of that mattered. I was so happy! I would finally get to come for my Mistress! I lifted my head to gaze in rapt admiration at my Mistress...who was giving herself a third powerful orgasm with her fingers. My heart fell. I didn't achieve my goal...but I had been submissive, which made me horny, which made me submissive...Come to think of it, so did just about everything, period...
"Poor honey! Maybe some other time, hmm? In the meantime..." She adjusted locks and hasps, and in a few moments my hands were firmly by my side, my legs together, and I was stretched out flat. A futon Mistress had craftily redesigned laid over me, covering everything but my head and adding a bit of pad to my Mistress's other favorite perch.
As she lay down atop me, she smiled and caressed my face. "You know, I absolutely love how submissive you are for me, and how horny you are for me, and how utterly you let me control you! You make me very happy, and I love you. Now, hold this, and these..." Headphones slipped over my ears, and Mistress let me touch her tongue with mine before she stuffed my mouth with her favorite short dildo 'to warm it up for later'. Last, picking up her book from beside the futon, she finished laying down, her gorgeous breasts pressed against my face. I couldn't move, only stare, and wish, and dream, and listen, and in every moment further my own enslavement.