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 good evening, ma'am, thank you so much for writing to me!  how wonderful to
meet someone with whom i have something so personal - and delicious - in
common ...  i do hope we get to talk regularly.  what a rare gift Sir has
given us ...  about names - i'm a bit nervous about forgetting my place
again so i'm being extra careful and that's why i used "ma'am." just
correct me if you'd prefer to be called something else please?  and please
- there is not, nor will there ever be, any need whatsoever to show respect
for me, even in a small customary form.  thanks, but "miss" doesn't belong
with me ...  and mira is actually my former name, since Sir doesn't think
it's right for me (i took it from a holy woman; he is - as always of course
- absolutely right) so i'm not sure what you should call me.  the last
instruction i received from him about my name was to just keep changing it
and try to make each choice more entertaining ...  oh god ...  i really am
just an unbelievably useless hole ...  i forgot about trying to make each
one more entertaining and just picked whatever i was feeling like that day!
oh, sometimes i wonder if i will EVER learn to behave!  i realize of course
that you're not here for me - but if there is any information or advice you
might pass along?  anything that might help me reach my goal of becoming a
well-mannered cunt for him ...  for instance, specifics about his likes and
dislikes?  i live in mortal fear of displeasing him again ...  i thought i
would die when he put me on no-orgasms ...  it was just horrible ...  worst
of all, of course, was the agony of having displeased him - no, pissed him
off royally!  oh my god ...  what a nightmare that was ...  i do NOT want
to go there again!  may i ask what you did to piss Sir off?

   and both care about an

   >>incredible, creative, sensual man who can get into both our heads boy,
no shit.  :) how do you think he does it?  i was thinking about him today
driving home (ok, who am i kidding, i think about him all day) wondering
how on earth a man could know this very secret part of women so well ...  i
don't know, it's more than being inside my head.  it's like he's inside my
soul.  what is it he gives to us?  what is the payoff, really, to all this?
well ...  he has a gift that's hard to define.  he's like some kind of
otherworldly musician with perfect pitch.  and you're the instrument ... 
or your cunt is ...  tho i guess it's really the brain ...  i'm confused!
lol he does that.  so what IS IT about this guy?  what is his gift really?
mirabai calls it the Dancing Energy and writes "now that i've met the One
who puts the Dancing Energy into my body, how can you expect me to live any
other way?" exactly.  and don't you know, after being translated
god-knows-how-many times, whatever words mirabai used that were translated
Dancing Energy could very likely also be translated as Fucking Energy.  now
that i've met the One who puts the Fucking Energy into my body, how can you
expect me to live any other way?  it's the most powerful force on earth ...
and when wielded by a man with his perception and brilliance ...  god in
heaven ...  it's no wonder i'm losing so damn much sleep ...  i'm afraid of
losing him too - terrified, if you want to know the truth.  and i would
like to know what he meant when he intimated he wouldn't have much time for
the next two weeks.  do you happen to know?  i had this awful vision of ...
no, i won't type the words ...  sigh ...  i can't help thinking that sooner
or later i'll start repeating myself and he'll grow bored ...  isn't it
inevitable?  maybe i'll feel differently by then.  about him.  but i really
don't think so.  are you in love with him?  have you told him?  did he tell
you that you had simply confused chemicals with love, as was his response
when i made my foolish declaration of cunt-love ...  i have so much more i
want to talk to you about, and tons more in your letter i want to respond
to!  but i simply must leave you for now ...  i never should have gone out
after work, now i'm falling asleep like the lazycunt i am ...  but i'm
determined to send this to you tonight!  i actually got up early today to
finish writing to you and send it off when the server decided to catch a
bus ...  evil computer!  anyway, please forgive me for the slowness of my
reply - i hate the idea of you waiting for a response after writing such a
generous letter to me, a strange cunt with a behavior disorder ...  :)
well, Sir isn't having it for one second, that's for sure, but if you were
here and would allow it and he would allow it, i would happily serve you
with the sweetest slavemouth ever ...  and be absolutely tireless ... 
never stop until you tell me to ...  i wonder why he's so grossed out by my
mouth ...  maybe it's just the smell of a dirty cunt that close to him ...

   respectfully, lazycunt

   (i think lazycunt may have been one of the very first, if not the first,
name Sir called me and i'll always have sort of a sentimental attachment to
it.)

   p.s.  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ...  those are some very loving
little slavekisses my extremely efficient tongue is lavishing all over your
pretty feet (if it's okay with Sir) ...