Alright folks, I know attendance has dropped since Spanky went on his sabbatical
and I know a lot of you probably miss the old rules
so we’re going back to old school this week.
100 words
No more, possibly less.
And what’s a rule without the threat of punishment, right?
So go on, break the rules if you feel like a spanking!
Oh, and I’ll be borrowing Master’s belt
for those who feel froggy!
Can’t wait to see what you all come up with this week!
Happy writing 
Tomorrow is going to be a very busy day for both of us. First we have to take George to the vets to hopefully (finally) get the pin removed from his leg so no more bionic dragon! We’ll have to leave him there because they don’t know when in the day they will be able to get to him but they promised they would do it the same day so we could pick him up the same day as well.
Once we leave there we will be passing by a place that I want to check out for a wedding venue, so we’ll stop and have a look. Its been recommended by a few people and I had a look online, not bad at all! Master’s mother was going to come with us but she has some things to do so we’ll be going alone. I would of liked to of had her input though so I’ll just have to be sure to take lots of pics.
After that we have an appointment at another possible venue to speak with the events coordinator about pricing since that was the one thing they didn’t mention in the info package they gave us when we went last time. It never bodes well when a place leaves out the prices and judging from the cost of their rooms for normal every day stays…well lets just say that I’m keeping my other options open so I’m not disappointed if they are outrageously priced.
After that I want to go check out yet another place that I fell in love with when I saw their site online. Its perfectly gorgeous! The prices so far don’t look so bad so hopefully it will prove cost effective.
Then, when George is ready to be picked up, we have to go fetch him from the vets which is about an hour from home. So all in all a very busy run around kind of day. Should sufficiently sooth my cabin fever I think lol.
I only have 2 weeks left till I leave and by the time I get back my friend T will of moved to live with her Master (congrats!!) but that also means no more meeting up in town every week for a coffee and chat 
We’ve decided to get together for a chinese on Tuesday and I’ve got to get the summer house cleaned up from our last session down there (ages ago! lazy I know) air it out and turn the heater on so we can eat down there in privacy and watch a movie.
Well…off to bed for us. Busy day and I have to get up even earlier than normal *wails* so I should be very tired by tomorrow night! Wish us luck on the venues!!
Only 2 weeks, exactly, till I have to leave again. I don’t want to go, I want to stay here and wake up every morning next to Master. I want to know that every day I have to drag myself out of bed and make Master a cup of coffee before waking Him up for the day. I want to feel His hand on my throat whenever I get too cheeky. I want to cook His meals, prepare His lunch and be able to watch TV with Him every night. I don’t want to go back to yahoo messenger, stolen phone calls at work and skype cam chats in lue of intimacy.
All the little things, all the big things, even His snoring…I don’t want to be without them again. Even though I know this is the last time (again) that I’ll have to spend so much time away from Him. I dun wanna. *sulks* Knowing I have to leave puts me in a funk even when I try and focus on the things I need to get done in the meantime and all the stuff to do when I get back.
On a plus side, I got my own salt pot today! I know…silly little thing…but I’ve always had to borrow one at mealtime and today I was presented with my very own salt shaker Just another way I’ve been integrated and accepted into His life as a permanent member.
I also finished my taxes late last night after I called my mom and had her email me a copy of my last W2. Master also helped her with some things on her computer because my mom is so very blond when it comes to tech stuff lol. I am proud to report that I am getting enough not only to cover my rent for 3 months but 550$ of my visa! I only need 381$ more and it will be fully covered and I think between Master and I we will be able to cover it in plenty of time.
Strangely I think my mom is really looking forward to seeing me again. We’ve never been close, not even in a friendship way, since I only saw her twice as a kid until I was 16 and moved in with her. Then again she has had me literally around the corner from her for 8 yrs in Texas and for the last 2 years I was in Georgia and now the UK. Knowing I’m getting married and moving away for good might be making her realize how little of me she will see….or maybe she just really wants me to get the rest of my stuff from her garage! (jk)
Everyone keeps asking if I’m looking forward to going back and I wouldn’t mind seeing some of my friends again, not to mention I’m an Aunt 3 times over since I left (my poor little brother…) but I’m not sure I like the fact that I can’t come back when I want to. My time away is being dictated by something outside my control (or Master’s for that matter) and that irritates me. A slave…irritated by loss of control…ironic huh 
lemme just pull on my big girl panties and get over it.
I know, I know…I have been very negligent in posting the last couple days. Everything was going smoothly, minus the stress and denial of my upcoming flight, until we re-realized that my fiancee visa was going to cost a whopping 585£ (913$) and we don’t have it. Which in turned fucked up my plan to send off my application and passport as soon as I got back, which in turn might possibly fuck up my return date which I already have a place ticket for, which in turn means buying another plane ticket, staying away longer and spending more money to stay in America. This is why we don’t go down the rabbit hole very often. Its a vicious circle, people!
So I have given my brain the last couple days to think, sort it all out, let the initial ZOMGWTF ARE WE GONNA DO!? subside. I think its working itself out now. I have been doing my taxes little by little over the last week or so and have been watching my rebate slowly climb. I only have 2 more W2 forms to input and I should be getting the info off them from my mother tonight or tomorrow (as they were sent to her house) but….the big but…so far it looks great! I’m looking at a return of 770$ at the moment and that should only go up after these last 2 forms are input!!!
So that means my rent for 3 months is covered as I just recently came to an agreement with my friend, who will be letting me use a room at his house, for 150$ a month. Fucking bargain right? So 450$ of my taxes go there and then whatever is left, plus whatever income I can earn off a job, plus whatever Master can put towards it…I should be able to sort my visa within a week or so of arrival.
Plus I looked at the UKBA for how long it normally takes to approve applications and their statistics state 100% approval after 60 days. This means that even if it takes a couple weeks to get the entire amount, I should still be alright for my pre-arranged flight back! I shall just have to think happy thoughts, take a spoonful of sugar and click my heels 3 times while stating “There is no place like home…” and all should end up rainbows or belts and bondage in my case!
The last couple days haven’t been all bad though, I feel like I should stress that because we have had some good times as well. I am trying to remind myself that no matter the bad, it is never ALL bad. Over a dinner of venison steaks and pot potatoes the other night I caught Master eyeballing my last bit of steak. I offered Him my meat in exchange for His. I actually had to bribe a blow job out of Him!!! There is something just not right about that…
This morning I got more than a blow job as payment for the last bit of my steak though! I was woken up by some serious manhandling which turned into some frisky time with insta-morning orgasms for me. I still wasn’t fully awake when Master decided my breakfast would consist of a healthy dose of cock and cum so He flipped me over and made sure I was wide awake with some vigorous anal! Woohoo! Afterward I was definitely in the mood for my breakfast even though half of it ended up on my face and nearly in my eyes as I was tipped over with my head hanging off the edge of the bed.
Tonight is the season premier of the final season of Lost!!!! Yes, I’m an addict. For a long time I was all “Gawds that show sounds stuuuupid!” But then my ex and still good friend, G, turned me on to it. Now I’m just as addicted as he is and we’ve both been giggling like kids on xmas eve! Of course it’s already premiered in the US but he’s been sweet enough to not tell me anything except that he was right about one thing. I can’t wait!! I’m sat in the living room now so I don’t miss it, even though I’ve got it set to record as well lol.
My diet is going well as its not so much a diet as just being reasonable. Not eating past the point I’m full, not snacking on something just because I walked past the fridge or noticed freshly baked mince pies on the table *groans* and trying to move around and not sit on my ass. I have lost 3lbs in the last week *does the I’m gonna get to dye my hair dance*
“Go get ready, little one”
“What would You like tonight Master?”
“Your pick tonight.”
“Yes Master!”
~30 mins later~
“And what’s this, my pet?”
“I call it ‘No Stinky Farts For Slave Tonight’ Master. You like?”
Laughing, He planned to punish that smart mouth of hers in front of everyone.
(Word count is 49!)
An old photo of me
as you can tell by the incomplete tattoo on my back
getting ready for the Otep and Hell Yeah concert
First time I wore a corset in public
they loved it.
Ok this is too damned funny NOT to pass along! The video in my last post was “Crank Dat” by Soulja Boy…well this one is the Soulja Boy dance but dubbed over with…well…a song that just fits the dance!! Fuck me this is hilarious!
After living in Georgia for over a year, studying the thug in their natural habitat as it were, I have to say I think this is the most accurate depiction I have ever seen! Let me give you video documentation to back it up…..
So today I had a breakthrough. As in a breakthrough in Master’s stern hold on the “no hair dye” rule! I was showing His mom some pics of me with black hair and she was saying how she really likes it, which when anyone says that its like an invitation for me to bring it up to Master again. It went something like this:
Sephani: showing your mom pics of me with black hair
Master: Still not letting you dye it
Sephani: she agrees…black looks good on me
Master: Hmm I had a thought 
Master: What weight were you the first time you came over?
Sephani: ummm….150? ish
Sephani: there is no way I’ll reach that weight again babe. not with my tits
Master: Go weigh yourself now and give me the weight it displays
Sephani: best I hope for is 175 or 165
Master: Do as your told and don’t try to predict what I’m thinking
Master: Less assumption more action
Sephani: 15 stone 8
Sephani: and I broke 2 nails
Sephani: so 218
Sephani: with clothes
Master: If you can get your weight down to 182 I’ll let you dye your hair black
Master: Permanent dye
Sephani: 
Master: If you can get down to 163 I’ll let you dye it any colour you please, after the wedding
Sephani:
Sephani: *faints*
Let me just state for the record that I have been trying to get Him to allow me to dye my hair with more than temp dye for over 2 years now. He has been more than adamant. Talk about motivation!! Is that shallow? That the offer of being allowed to dye my hair again will spur me to lose weight quicker? Hmm.
Of course this comes with provisos. No diet pills or drugs to aid me and if I find a way around it with a technicality there will be severe punishments no matter the amount of weight lost. Also the expiration date on this offer is our wedding date (which has yet to be set in stone) so I have about 4-7 months to do this, though 4 if I wanna make my own dress. I think His mother might do seriously bodily harm if we have to keep unpicking my dress and resewing it The last proviso is no silly diets that He gets sucked into. I believe His exact words were, “I want a burger god dammit, I don’t want to hear they’ve been replaced with salted cardboard because it’s the healthier option”
This puts me at a target weight loss of 2-3 lbs a week for black hair dye and 3-4lbs a week for any color I want (besides blonde because Master hates blonde and I wouldn’t be caught dead in that shade again. Once was enough. The experiment failed.) I think I can do it. I’ve already dragged out the dreaded rowing machine again and had a go on it today though I think I’m still doing it wrong. I’m told it should work my legs too but I don’t feel a thing in my legs when I’m done!
Today was not an entire hit though, I got in trouble from the minute I woke up. I’ve been dealing with some incredible insomnia and haven’t been falling asleep till nearly 5am most nights. When your due awake at 7am this is not good. I overslept for the first time since my one fuck up when this routine was first started. To top it off we were expecting a package delivered today. The house was only empty from 9:30am till 10am when I woke up. By sods law, this is when the delivery man came. Typical!
Master says I will be punished for this and since I still owe 80 lashes from last year, I’m willing to bet some of my favorite appendages that these punishments will be carried out when we go down to the coast for a few days of privacy before I fly out. Course…I wouldn’t mind taking His marks back with me. Will make for a most enjoyably painful flight
