Mistress ♡-- Post Malone BDSM Smut

Submissive Collar

Authors Note:

Ok this story is a challenge that was put to my by some of my friends who read my other story Daddy, this is a story like that one, only the main girl in the Dominant, and Austin is the Submissive.

If you like this story so far, tell me, and I will continue.

--- Austin's Point of View ---

I looked at myself in the mirror, I was awake and alert - I was utterly alone in this nightclub bathroom, I was wearing my nicest suit, it make me look tall and sexy, I let out a nervous sigh as I put on my mask and tied it behind my head.

It covered most all my face, I was told this party would be darkly lit and people would not pay too much attention to my many various tattoos. I hoped that that was true, I wanted to make sure that I would not be easily recognized.

With the mask in place I looked down at the sink and saw resting against the side a unmarked leather collar, about an inch wide.

If I put this on and wore this, it would let others know that I was an unclaimed submissive, and that I'm looking for a Mistress to claim me.

"This is fucking insane..." I sighed as I lifted up the collar and attached it to my neck.

Giving myself one more lookover I turned and went to the door, I was ready to step into this party. Shaking from nervousness I opened the door and stepped out into the nightclub.