Lesson Learned

Work and life in general have kept me from posting here as often as I'd like, but hopefully everything calms down soon. When I have time, I try to read some of the blog pages I'm following as well. So many of you are so talented with your writing and WOW--a lot of it is so freaking hot that I find my fingers inside my panties before I'm done reading!
It's the same when I'm writing about things Master & I have done, I just can't help myself...what can I can say-I'm a horny slut!

I mentioned before that Master has a stocking fetish..he requires that when I'm with him, I wear them at all times unless otherwise given permission. When the weather is terribly hot, he is understanding and will give me the option not to wear them, but I know it would still make him happy if I did.
When we are at home though, I am expected to wear them..and I should ALWAYS be wearing them to bed, even if I don't wear anything else! Master enjoys feeling my stockinged legs next to him and often in the night he will wrap his legs around mine or just caress them with his fingers.
Once when Master was here visiting, we went on a road trip and stayed in a few different hotels. Master went to sleep early on me one night & for whatever reason, I decided that since he was already asleep, it wouldn't matter that I wasn't wearing stockings.
Well, I remember waking up to his hands touching my legs and I immediately knew I'd made a big mistake. "Where are your stockings, whore?", he asked.
I then had to admit that I stupidly thought it wouldn't matter since he was already asleep. He got quiet..would not look at me or allow me to touch him--this, as I'm sure many of you can relate, was like a dagger in my heart.
If I recall correctly, I was then punished with the paddle and then Master just turned the tv on and ignored me. Later, he laid on the bed and stroked his cock, but I was not allowed to touch him. I begged him to fuck me, but he reached into the nightstand & pulled out a vibrator and threw it to me. I begged him to fuck me with it, but he refused...it was pure hell for me!
I could take the physical punishment, but to be given the cold shoulder made me miserable and teary eyed.
Later,Master called me to him and explained that for me to assume that breaking one of his rules "wouldn't matter", was an insult. He expects my obedience and was disapppointed that I was so thoughtless. When I apologized, Master took me into his arms and I was completely forgiven.
I still don't know why I decided to not wear them to bed that night, because I have come to love wearing stockings for my Man..they feel so nice against my skin and I feel sexy when I wear them. Either way, I definitely learned my lesson and unless I just want to torture myself, I'll never make that mistake again!
Have a good week A/all!
~M~