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   >Dear miss mira, > >My name is jewcunt, and I am a cunt like you. 
Sickman in his wondrous infinite wisdom has asked that I write to you, as
we have discussed you for some time and it would amuse him for me to send
you a message.  > >We are similar but very different.  As I have said
before, I am a cunt.  Not a slave, not a whore, a cunt.  Everything in my
life revolves around my cunt and the sick fantasies that it makes me dream.
I am a slave to my cunt first, and everything else is secondary.  I angered
our dear Sickman, and he would not allow me to cum for several days, and it
was the worst torture I could ever imagine, worse than whippings, cigarette
burns, or any humiliation I could face.  I have been a slave to my cunt
since I was 9 or 10, and have masturbated at least daily since.  I am a
cunt for any man from doctor to homeless man (as our dear knows), although
some obviously hold a much higher favor.  I will be a cunt for a woman too,
but not without a man making me.  I am jewcunt of my own choosing, because
when I was growing up being Jewish in a WASP world I was very different,
and my parents were very religious, so this reminds me what a base and sick
bitch I am for thinking below the belt as it were.  > >I have only recently
come to the realization of my true self however.  In some ways we are very
different.  I was not abused like you at a young age, but instead lived a
very sheltered, proper upbringing where sex was never discussed and was
indeed shunned.  As I said I learned to masturbate at a young age (looking
at some porn at a friend's house), but that was pretty much as far as it
went.  I had always imagined being tied up, helpless, used, when I could
not stop it, but never acted on any of these.  I had the usual boyfriends
in Junior high and high school, and married at 19 to my high school
sweetheart who was my first sex partner, and a VERY vanilla sort of man. 
He wanted sex with the lights out, missionary, little foreplay, and gentle.
I came to figure out that this was NOT what I wanted.  I wanted not to be a
partner to him but a servant.  I wanted him to use me as a fuck slave, to
not care about me as a sexual being, but just to use me for his own
pleasure, wherever and however he wanted.  I wanted him to spank me what I
was bad, call me his little cunt and whore, to TAKE me and throw me away.
However, it was not to be.  We divorced after a few years and I have been
single since.  > >I am also different in that we are VERY different
looking. I am short, petite, Darling says I have "fried eggs" on my chest
which I guess is accurate.  In your messages, you bitch at length about how
the boys all made fun of your tits, elbowed them, touched them, how they
bounced and yet "looked incredible." And you act like you mind.  Let me lay
this on you, how about being ignored as a woman because you don't HAVE
tits, always being "one of the guys", giving the best fucking blow jobs
that anyone could ask for and still having him turn his head to look as
some big chested fucking bimbo walking down the street?  Having to find a
dress for prom or wedding gown that didn't show some cleavage because,
well, it really isn't there.  I bet you never had to compete for
boyfriends, never had to make yourself noticed.  I call Sickman Daddy
because I look like such a fucking little girl.  I actually shave myself
completely (which I did WAY before him) as this little sick fantasy
actually turns me on now!  And now to hear that you are letting your
fucking body go, a body I would fucking die for, letting your tits get
saggy and your belly bloated, it is sickening to me.  > >I am sorry that I
am spraying such venom, but Sickman has noticed your tits too, and I who
have poured my soul out to him, told him every perverse fantasy I have ever
had, every embarrassing thing about my libido, even went and gave a
stranger a blow job through a glory hole so that I could tell him about it.
I am afraid of losing this gift of a man, as you well know he is.  > >I
will say that your stories turn me on too, and have actually awakened a
Domme streak in me that I never knew I had.  I imagine your big jugs tied
up, and I want to be the one slapping them, making you walk on all fours
like a fucking cow with your udders all tied up, maybe riding your back
like a cowgirl.  I want to make you cry, to beg me to stop, to laugh at you
for the way you look, for wanting the things you want, and then for getting
turned on when I treat you that way.  And that is the worst part, the part
that is the biggest struggle isn't it, it is that debasing yourself, making
yourself look ridiculous, feeling embarrassed and humiliated is the
greatest aphrodisiac of them all.  GOd I can picture you as that little
girl sitting on the bike tire, an image I have not been able to get out of
my head since, I bet you would like to play it again, wouldn't you?  Maybe
at night with the garage door open?  I wonder what the neighbors would
think of this big titted cunt sitting on a bike tire in her garage,
obviously getting off at hurting herself.  Do you think you could cum from
doing it, or would we have to make you run out on the lawn when you were
ready to cum and masturbate hoping no one is walking the dog?  > >In
closing, we are a lot alike, mira, and both care about an incredible,
creative, sensual man who can get into both our heads.  It is not for me to
say that we should share, in fact it is a privilege every day when I get a
message from him, and count myself blessed for the time that I have with
him.  I will send this to him first, so that he may approve, and I imagine
that you will be writing back to me, which I await with not a little of
anticipation.  > >Daddy's little jewcunt >