You’re sitting at your desk, well into your second cup of coffee when your phone alerts you to an email. The soft whiplash ringtone makes you blush and you can’t help but glance around.
It’s from him, of course. It’s a special email account you made just for this. Of course, you don’t have to check it. He understands that you get busy. Work, family, responsibilities. But you aren’t allowed to open the email until you have at least fifteen minutes free, and he’ll know if you open it.
That’s why it’s a special email account and not your work or personal. He has the account information as well. He’ll know when you open the email. He’ll know if you peek inside but don’t carry out the instructions.
Of course, he also knows your curiosity is your worst enemy. It could be nothing. He does that sometimes. Sends an email with nothing to it, just to make her wonder. Sometimes it’s just some dirty talk, something to leave her dripping. But then… sometimes it’s a task, and she needs that fifteen minutes…
It’s fine, you’ll just wait. It isn’t a big deal. After all, you’ve got work to do, and you’ve got self control.
Less than ten minutes later you’re in the restroom, rushing to obey the email…
And of course, she will have to take a picture for him… one of those which make her drip even more…
MindlessFucktoy 