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InaSin

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"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac"

Oh, I don't know. I think a woman telling the truth about what she wants and desires is pretty provocative. I have so many views on what I believe and give me a couple of years and they will have altered slightly based on my perception. My perception is my reality.

What am I?

Submissive. I am also alot more than just that. It does not define who I am by itself but rather an innate part of me.
What do I want?
Right now? I want mental stimulation, companionship and maybe even a friend out of this medium if that is possible. I'm diligent, I consider few people to be friends though I know many acquaintances. When I finally find a friend "gem" worth keeping after sifting through all the coal, then I hang on tight and keep them close.
Don't agree with me? Don't like me? Not interested?
No offense taken and just leave me alone so that I can continue to collect gems that I plan on admiring throughout life. And if none of this made sense and has no coherent line of thought, you are warned, I do ramble on occasion.
I am InaSin. Step aside coals and let me find my diamonds!
Update: I am married. Yes, I do love him. Yes I do dirty things with,for, and to him. What he wants, I give him. What I want, is him. No, I will not spank your monkey, treat you like an ashtray, run off with you to Reno, be yours and only yours. Tsk, tsk... bad peoples.

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6/24/2013 11:35:04 AM

I am sick and tired!!!!

 

No, really, I am sick.. and tired. Which is prone to make me want to cuddle, be spoiled and have a strange sense of humor. So, my dominant has very kindly made it a day of pampering me. But, I have it on good authority, I require more! More! I say! He says I'm being greedy and I respectfully support his line of thought.

 

I figure, it is only fair since he is the reason I am sick. I mean, the audacity of him to get sick.... and expect to me to stay away from him. Nonsense. A small price to pay for being up close and very personal with him.

 

I have spent the last week tending to him and now he is pampering me. I'm failing to see the bad in this. I get more time with him, he spoils me, and I'm allowed my little tantrums. As I've said, I'm sick and tired... I want more, more, more!

 

 


9/14/2012 7:55:25 AM

Update: I am married. Yes, I do love him. Yes I do dirty things with,for, and to him. What he wants, I give him. What I want, is him. No, I will not spank your monkey, treat you like an ashtray, run off with you to Reno, be yours and only yours. Tsk, tsk... bad peoples.

 

I feel compelled to expand on this tibit I added to my profile upon my recent return to the site. I neither wish to deceive nor waste anyones time and want to make sure this information is clearly seen. While I appreciate concern about my financial well being, emotional and physical well being, I will not cam, agree to meet up or anything of that similar nature unless it was something my dominant desired. His desires are my happiness.

 

 

I will however, answer general questions and yes even sexual questions. (We are mostly all adults here) I love meeting new people and discussing things. So please, if you have manage to read all of this and wish to engage in conversation with me, wonderful.


2/14/2011 6:39:44 AM

Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love, Nor Stop me from wishing it were.

-W. H. Auden

 

Such a myriad of emotions that a person feels and many of them often confused with other emotions. I must wonder, how one could desire to withdraw all fire, extract all life from another to sate their own temporary satisfaction. Are they not left with nothing but a husk? Something no longer desired? A vampiric embrace, draining all passions and desires until a final death of the soul. I see this effect in women and in men. A companionship, a relationship must be both give and take. Each must give and each must take from each other and produce a mutualism that is benficial to both parties.

 

I confess, I detest these kinds of parasites that feed off the willing. It makes rise another equally savage emotion; fury. The most direct route to finding oneself in my disfavor is by being one of these breed and attempting to latch onto me.

 

Now to more pleasant things, rapture. There are those equally, who endeavor this path with whom their simple presence induces this feeling. You know who you are, lovers of seduction, persuasion and dripping with addictive charisma. They are beautiful to watch and artistic in their own rights. I adore these breeds and remember their taste like a lingering flavor, forever imprinted on the mind and forever watching for them as they come.

 

Gentlemen and Ladies, be ever watchful of these few delicacy's that make their rare appearance. Here is to you those who walk this path, better to pay homage than to lament the woes of those unworthy of full length passage. I hold in adoration these special flavors of life and passion. A shudder of pleasure, a shiver of passion and a kneeling appreciation of worship of their kind, is what I offer to them.


6/6/2010 12:44:29 PM

Note:Being a submissive is a choice. It is my choice and just because I am a certain way does not mean that I am idle or lack will nor does it mean that any weenie can give me directions and think I will follow it because he or she declares that they are dominant or think they are. I am polite and patient but do not mistake that for weakness. Because I am engineered a certain way, when past certain provocations, it will become frightening clear how true the below poem is. 

                  The Female of the Species

    WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
    He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
    But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
    He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
    But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
    They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
    'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
    For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
    But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other's tale—
    The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    Man, a bear in most relations—worm and savage otherwise,—
    Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
    Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
    To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

    Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
    To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
    Mirth obscene diverts his anger—Doubt and Pity oft perplex
    Him in dealing with an issue—to the scandal of The Sex!

    But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
    Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
    And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
    The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

    She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
    May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest.
    These be purely male diversions—not in these her honour dwells—
    She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

    She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
    As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
    And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
    Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

    She is wedded to convictions—in default of grosser ties;
    Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!
    He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
    Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

    Unprovoked and awful charges—even so the she-bear fights,
    Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons—even so the cobra bites,
    Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
    And the victim writhes in anguish—like the Jesuit with the squaw!

    So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
    With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
    Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
    To some God of Abstract Justice—which no woman understands.

    And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
    Must command but may not govern—shall enthral but not enslave him.
    And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
    That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.


Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)


4/29/2010 11:15:43 AM
This was in response to a letter I received, I just thought it was a good point to post. Enjoy.


Ah, a sapiosexual, not very many of those that I run into. I enjoy the same intellectual stimuli received by another's ability to either keep pace or surpass me. Am I intimidated by another's intellectual superiority? Absolutely not, it just makes me strive even more so to catch up.

As to the type of letters I get, while I do not forget nor ignore the simplistic power of the simple words of, "Fuck me." and on occassion, that's all that is required for the initiation of what I want to come. (In every sense of the word) I do not abhor the lengthy and agonizing moments that someone can weave spider silk threads around my mind. To leave me hanging there to await the next spinning and arching and swaying towards inevitable doom, what a lovely way to go.

There is a reason the chase is exhilirating. A cheetah flying after its intended prey and the gazelle that races like the wind that always is just out of reach from the clutching and dangerous claws of the predator. Just because I am a submissive does not mean I will do nothing. I believe just as the dominant person has their roles and responsibility, so does the submissive. To provide a thrilling chase when needed and desired, to provide an intoxicating submission, to envoke the power of seduction until it's boiling point and then give such power and control to it's owner, the dominant.

Lust, love, seduction, power and passion. These are but a few of the first words that should encompass such unions. There is no shame in any of this. The ability to seduce a man or woman with a simple look, to make him hard with your scent alone is powerful. Seduction is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. A coveted elixir that a dominant needs from his or her submissive.

4/29/2010 1:24:46 AM

"Graze my lips, and if those hills be dry, 
  Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
 -- Venus and Adonis by W. S.

Seduction

Main Entry: se·duc·tion
Pronunciation: \si-ˈdək-shən\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle French, from Late Latin seduction-, seductio, from Latin, act of leading aside, from seducere
Date: 1526

1 : the act of seducing; especially : the enticement of a person to sexual intercourse
2 : something that seduces : temptation
3 : something that attracts or charms

Everyone wants to be seduced. Who wouldn't want to be? The enthrallment of all the human senses is a delicious and provocative dream and nightmare. Having your sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell stimulated to the point of overpowering logic and reason, well that is all just in a days work. 

Cleopatra bathed in scented milk  and oiled her body to seduce the Cesars fingertips. She also soaked her sails in jasmine when she sailed into port, a woman who knew how to make an entrance.

Mata Hari a reportedly famous spy that was later executed, used her body as flowing art to mesmerize her audience with the curves of her body.

But do not forget one of the most important enthrallment senses not listed, the mind. What comes to mind is the story of a Persian Prince who was betrayed by his wife and had her executed. So every time the Prince married a virgin wife, the following morning he had them executed on the belief that all women were unfaithful.

The Prince's Vizier had a daughter who then became the next to marry this Prince. The daughter used her mind and charm to seduce the Prince. She told him a story but did not end it. A successful and provocative story that kept him from executing her the following day. Each night she told a different story until eventually he gave his wife pardon. Each version varies the outcome of the ending but have the same result.

What am I saying? Learn how to seduce. You don't have to be skinny, or model cut beautiful to seduce. You don't have to be perfect in everything that you do. You do have to be confident and intelligent. Common sense is an added bonus. Observation is the best way to learn. So, hmmm, let's see some more Casanova and Cleopatras out there.

Please.. pretty please. Seduction, learn it!


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LadyJones
 
 Age: 28
 Los Angeles, California