Her name is embre…."bijou", my treasure, my slave.

She is the best thing to ever happen to a tired old man like me….

She and I exist within a Master/slave relationship, where love coexists with a 24/7 "power exchange"…each of these elements dependent on the other to work.

As my consented slave, embre faces the certainty that every decision affecting her life will be made by me. As Master, I am honored by embre’s gift of trust that makes this relationship what it is. One cannot Master another human being unless he has Mastered himself first; thus every decision I make is weighed carefully and deliberately…with full attention paid to the results. I may consult embre for her counsel on matters of importance, paying due regard to her words…but when the decision is made, she knows it is the Master’s, and that it is final. In our relationship, roles of power are understood, good communication vital, and love permeates every level.

Then, of course, there is the sex…

You don’t "have sex" with embre. Every sexual experience with my girl is an encounter. From the start, embre is consumed by two passions…a genuine, driving desire to please, and a shameless demon lust. First, she must wait for the act, patiently in whatever position commanded. At times, she must struggle to control her quivering libido, yet awaits the next command with big, beautiful eyes wide open. For her, slavery is all about obedience and sensuality…there never seems to be one without the other. In fact, in a M/s relationship like this, these elements meld into one.

In these times, gender roles may often become blurred, yet embre stands out as a magnificent anachronism. She is all woman…without a single male characteristic. From the top of her head, down five foot three inches to her toes, embre screams a feminine sexuality….inside and out. Her flesh is a curving landscape of beauty, electrified with lust. One can even be moved to pity such a creature…doomed to her own vulnerabilities to sex, stirred by even a light touch, responsive to a fist curled in her hair. Indeed, embre has always been sexual.

An admitted slut from an early age, embre eventually discovered submission was the only way to cope with her sexuality. In embre’s world, pleasure is best experienced with pain, and love is given without reservation, or trepidation. Despite the occasional pout, embre endures every excess an old pervert can conjure, finding her purpose in doing so. She finds accomplishment in being useful and the bruises on her ass proud symbols of her commitment. She sacrifices, submits, and loves her master like no woman before her.

While I may have painted the "perfect" relationship before you, dear guest…the reality is far more complex. A man learns over time that a woman scorns with the same passion that she loves. Indeed, embre’s fury ignites like a wildfire, burning with intensity, yet waning quickly. It is during these times that my girl will forget herself, the choices she has made, and her lot in life. A firm command, or hard paddle is often required to return her to station, but it is more often her own feeling of purpose that delivers her there. Most often, punishment is only necessary for her to forgive herself.

Finally, to understand embre, you must understand her own needs. Anyone who wishes to Master a girl like her, must be prepared to meet her expectations…. love, faithfulness, and a consistent, unwavering Dominion over her. In this power exchange, love may be unconditional but the relationship is not. It took years of hard work, tenacity and preparation to become embre’s Master, yet it takes even more work and dedication to keep her. It is truly a relationship where no one…and nothing…is taken for granted.