Dom from Italy.

I'm looking for a potentially long-term relationship with an online sub. I am open to subs from all nationalities.

I have a pretty extensive list of kinks, and instead of describing them all I have written a brief scenario below. If we speak the same language, send me a message below telling me what you liked.

After the months of chatting, we did not expect that the time would come for us to meet.

But here you are, in an unfamiliar airport, exactly halfway between the countries we come from.

It is strange that you accepted this meeting. You know very well that I will not be sweet to you.

Surely you guessed that from the rules I gave you. From the fact that you had to take a two-hour plane ride with a plug you can no longer stand.

But your innate obedience got the better of you, and here you are.

The message in your phone is clear: Meet me near Terminal 6.

You look around. You've been waiting fifteen minutes, and as you look around, alone, with a plug pushing inside you, you wonder what the hell went through your head to accept such madness.

Everything changes when, all of a sudden, you feel a hand pull you by the wrist. You turn around, and realize that I have arrived.

“I would have appreciated at least a hello,” you think, as you follow me at a brisk pace.

Without having time to think too much, you realize we are entering the men's room.

You don't realize. Fortunately, the bathroom is completely empty as I force open a door and close it behind you. You finally get to see my face for the first time.

“Turn around,” I order you, without smiling. “Drop your pants.”

Without even figuring out how, you find yourself with your hands resting on the door of a filthy bathroom where you shouldn't even be. Before I can say anything, you feel the sensation you've been longing for all these hours: I slip that huge plug out of you and rest it on the panties suspended between your legs.

I had no doubt. What I find is an open ass and a dripping soaking pussy. I look at you, you smile embarrassed. With a resounding smack on the ass, I turn you around. Clumsily, you kneel down in front of me, looking intimidated. You take courage, and try to put your hands on the zipper of my pants. Nope. You don't decide when to do it. I punish you with two slaps in your face. The smile disappears, as with my hands I pull out a dripping cock and place it on your face. I wipe it on your forehead, so that you can become familiar with what will soon make its way inside you.

You begin to figure out how to behave, and in a ridiculous way you try to turn around in that tight space.

You know very well that your pussy is the least of my thoughts. Your resigned face lets me know that you know very well that I am about to fuck your ass. I clamp one hand on your neck from behind, and with the other I plug that idiot mouth to keep them from hearing you scream.

I start fucking you as if you were an object, as if all I care about you are the holes I can empty my balls into. Your face is red, you want to moan. You certainly didn't expect to be fucked in the ass at the airport.

I fuck that ass until it's so broken I can't feel anything.

I make you turn around and kneel down. Backs to the door you find a wet cock towering over your face, ready to shower you. You feel the air on your asshole burning like never before. You feel dirty, used, like not even the worst of sluts. What was working its way inside your ass before is now a cock ready to empty itself on that frightened face.

You feel I'm almost there. You hint a smile. At that moment I clutch you by the hair as your face twitches in a grimace of pain.

Then, everything happens quickly. Before you know it, I open the door behind you. An audience of open-mouthed men are watching you. Some are peeing with their dicks in their hands. As you realize this, you are forced to close your eyes under a shower of cum. A squirt goes into your open mouth in surprise. You hear people laugh with delight. Some cannot believe what they are seeing.

You clumsily clothe yourself as you move your arms through the air in search of a sink to wipe your face.

As you panic, you hear my footsteps moving away.

Ten minutes later your phone rings.

You look up at the screen, “I'll wait for you, shall we have coffee?”