Mistress ♡-- Post Malone BDSM Smut

Mistress Alexa

Authors Note:

Tell me if you honestly like this story, it's going to be interesting and one hell of a challenge to write Austin as a submissive. Thank you for reading. And have a wonderful rest of your weekend.

XOXO

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

Walking around the dimly lit club I felt completely ignored – it was both frustrating and elating – I was used to being bombarded by people – but here – I was all but invisible, a few people came up and said hello but soon walked off, with a sigh I went to the bar and got a Bud Light. Opening it I took a deep draw of the cold beer, looking at the backsplash behind the bar, I finished it in another big gulp.

I had decided after finishing it to leave when I turned around to do just that and blocking my path was a girl about a foot shorter than me, wearing a simple and classy black dress, a black mask and black lace gloves.

I thought I was blocking her path and when I tried to move around her but she put a hand on my chest, I stopped instantly as her hand slowly went up and she ran her hand across my empty leather collar.

"You're a uncollared sub..." Her voice was soft and feminine.

"Yes..." I muttered in a shy tone, she made a humming sound of pleasure, looking me up and down slowly.

"Would you consent to a private room?" She questioned. I had been told about those rooms it was where you could speak to a dominant in private.

"What...what are you going to do to me?" I nervously questioned.

"I'm going to look at you a bit closer, see what you have to offer...well handsome, do you consent to coming into a room?" Her voice was commanding and firm it made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"Yes...I consent." She paused for a moment then reached out her hand, trying not to shake I took it – it felt soft and small, I allowed her to lead me across the room and down a hall, she knocked on a door near the end, when there was no answer she opened the door, moving me ahead of her she lightly shoved me into the room, walking in herself and shutting the door behind use.

I turned and looked at her.

"Get on your knees in the middle of the room and put your hands behind your back." It was a soft command but her tone of voice was fierce.

I obeyed her without question, getting down on my knees and putting my hands behind my back, I knew enough to bow my head in respect and submission.

"You can look at me..." She chuckled.

She untied the silk string of her mask from behind her head, taking her mask off slowly with one hand, the movement was so sexual I had stop myself from getting hard.

She was striking to look at, beautiful but not alarmingly so. I was attracted instantly to her – physically at least.

"Have you ever had a Mistress or Master before?" She questioned, a sly smile spreading across her face and she licked her lips. I let out a soft gasp as she walked up to me, she reached out and ran her hand across my jaw line, I leaned my head into her touch, she let her hand feel down my chest.

I shifted but did not move my hands from behind my back when she unbuttoned my shirt, and exposed my bare chest, his hand running down my chest and feeling my skin.

"I've never been claimed." I stammered; she licked her lips again and leaning back up.

"And I've never had a heavily tattooed submissive, but I like the looks of you – tall, thick, and strong, and new submissive guys are always so enjoyable..." Her eyes looked me over, I both enjoyed her looking at me and felt uneasy at how she was loo

king me over.

"What is your name?" She questioned.

I hesitated for a fraction of a second. "Austin..." I meekly replied.

Languidly she reached down and looped her finger under my collar and forced my head up by pulling on the collar – choking me a little bit. She dipped her head and kissed me on the lips.

I did not fight it and let her control the kiss, her lips tasted sweeter than I could have imagined, I leaned more into the kiss, pressing my lips firmly against hers. She pulled back when I tried to deepen the kiss.

This simple kiss from a complete stranger my heart nearly exploded in my chest and it physically ached.

"I happen to like you so far Austin, I wouldn't mind having you..." She pulled out a card and handed it to, I looked down at it, it was black with gold print in fancy calligraphy.

Mistress Alexa

801-555-9344

I looked up at her as she was putting back on her mask.

"Text me tomorrow blue eyes, if you would like to spend some time with me, you have to come to me willingly..." She explained, slowly and swaying her hips she sauntered from the room.

The moment the door closed I collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed. I looked at her number, knowing full well I would be calling her tomorrow. Regardless of how scared shitless I was of all of this.