You were at work.  I knew people would see how hard you were.  Our texts were not obvious but the innuendo certainly was, and sometimes that is all you need to catalyze the imagination.

My instruction  was to “grab your cock.”  I wanted you to feel it grow in your hand.   You should feel vulnerable, almost paranoid that someone might see you.  I wanted to know that no matter how many miles away I was, in that moment, you were all mine.  In tantric fashion, you bring yourself to the edge.   It isn’t necessary for me to know the truth because I trust you.  I know you followed my commands and more importantly, I know how much you enjoy keep the orgasm inside of you…

What turns me on is knowing that other people can see how turned on and hard you are.  There is nothing much you can do about it, except for think of Dan Rather.

I have you in my palm now.  In this little device, I can facilitate a power exchange that could leave you begging for release, only you know better.

The power of SMS be with you.

Music mood:  Metallica ” Master of Puppets”

Neurally yours,

Nikola’s Top xo