Long Distance Anal Control – Plugged and Obedient

I Love A Man Who Listens

But I truly crave the ones who follow orders without me ever needing to raise my voice. That’s what makes long distance anal control so intimate. I don’t need to be in the room, I just need to be in his mind. Evan proved that beautifully. He was going out of town for work. Three days in a beige business hotel, filled with meetings and late dinners. Boring for him. Fun for me. Before he left, I slipped a small bag into his suitcase. Inside were his plug, a tiny bottle of lube, and a handwritten note that said, “You don’t cum unless it’s from your ass. And only when I say so.”

He texted me as soon as he landed. “Mistress… you packed my plug,” I responded immediately. “Of course I did. Now check your inbox.”  Waiting for him was a voice message. Slow, gentle, and precise. I gave him his first assignment: get to the hotel, undress, insert his plug, and call me the second it was inside. That’s what long distance anal control looks like. I give the rules, and you surrender to them.

His First Night Of Long Distance Anal Control

That first night, I had him on his back, legs spread, whimpering into the phone while I told him how to circle the plug until his thighs shook. He wasn’t allowed to touch his cock. Only to edge through his ass while I whispered. I told him he wouldn’t get release until he begged for it properly. The next day, I gave him new rules. The plug stayed in during every meeting. Every time he sat down, I wanted him to think of me pressing deeper and grind into it. I sent him voice messages during his breaks, each one filthier than the last. His body reacted before he could even think. That’s the beauty of long distance anal control.

The connection isn’t physical. It’s psychological. My goal was to make him cum in his business suit during a meeting. Because I’m the best anal phone sex Queen, I brought him so close to cumming that he had to excuse himself and call me.

He Loved Being Owned By Me

That’s how long distance anal control was different. This was a full girlfriend anal training experience he signed up for. On the third night, I gave him permission to cum. But only from his ass. He knelt on the bathroom floor, lubed up, and called me. I guided him through the edge, one deep press at a time. “Deeper. Circle your spot. Don’t you dare stroke.” His orgasm hit like a wave. Hands-free. Breathless. Utterly mine.

He came with a whimper and collapsed, flushed and panting. I smiled into the phone and told him, “Good boy.” That’s the kind of obedience I live for. The kind that proves long distance anal control means nothing when your control is wrapped around someone’s desire. When he got back, he left flowers on my doorstep. I opened the note. It said, “You were right. I never needed my hand again.”

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