Who am I, you ask? 

I am the next door neighbor who’s gaze you’ve never been able to hold without blushing;  the queen you dream of serving; the kitten with sharp, hidden claws, declining to pounce ‘til you least expect it; I am the temptress you long to yield to; the siren who keeps you awake at night with her softly insistent whispering; the femme fatale who will coax you into surrendering your dignity and swallowing your pride (amongst other tasty treats); the domina who knows your proper place and how best to put you in it.
 
But you can call me Mistress.  

 
Say it with me. 

 
Say, “Yes, Mistress.