Mistress Mia

You stand outside the towering glass and steel structure, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. The penthouse you are about to enter belongs to a woman you have only known through messages and video calls, yet her commanding presence had already left a significant mark on you. The anticipation of meeting her in person is almost overwhelming. The elevator ride to the top floor feels interminable, each passing second heightening your sense of vulnerability. When the doors finally slide open, you are greeted by a sleek, modern hallway lined with abstract art and lit by soft, recessed lighting. At the end of the hallway stood a single, imposing door. You approache it and take a deep breath before knocking. Almost immediately, the door opens to reveal a tall, impeccably dressed woman. Her eyes, grey and intense, regarding you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. She steps aside, allowing you to enter. "Welcome," she said, her voice smooth and authoritative. "Follow me." You follow her through the spacious, elegantly decorated penthouse, furnished with modern, minimalist decor. The large windows offer breathtaking views of the city skyline, but you have little time to admire them. Your focus was entirely on the woman leading you deeper into her domain and her hyptnotically swinging perfict hips. She stops in front of a set of double doors and turns to face you, her gaze piercing. "From this moment on, you will address me as Mistress. Understood?"