I am the embodiment of power and grace. My name is Maya, but you may call me your mistress. I reside in Los Angeles with my 25-year-old male lover. I've been married to him for three years now. During those years, he has given me everything I desire – a luxurious mansion, designer clothes, jewelry and expensive gadgets. In exchange, all he asks is that I be obedient and submissive at all times. He loves it when I dress up in business attire and tease him with my charms. His name is Michael and he's always fascinated by the corporate world of high finance.

Michael works as a broker on Wall Street and often has to travel abroad for meetings with investors. When he's not away, we enjoy each other's company immensely. We go out to expensive restaurants, attend parties hosted by wealthy individuals, and spend our weekends exploring different parts of LA together. Michael is very kind to me, but sometimes I get the feeling that there's something missing from his life. His work ethic leaves him little time for relaxation or leisure activities with friends and family.

As a result, our relationship has taken an unexpected turn – we've become increasingly dependent on each other's company. While some might view this as unhealthy, Michael and I have learned to appreciate the benefits of having someone who truly understands us both personally and professionally. This bond allows us to communicate more effectively when working together in the corporate world.