I look out of the bedroom window as the icy wind whistles loudly beyond it, carrying flakes of snow in the chilling breeze, causing my naked body to shiver slightly under the warm and thick duvet cover. I hope my master is keeping himself warm and staying safe, the roads and pavements must be frozen and icy out there, unlike me he has to leave the house and go outside into the chilling winter, while I'm left trapped inside and chained to his bed by my collar, left alone to wait for his return, left where I'm needed and of use, ready for him the moment he gets home. 

Sometimes being permanently chained to the bed, unable to even leave the room, let alone the house, can drive me crazy, especially in the summer when I can hear others enjoying the outdoors together, reminding me of what I gave up to be with my master, to fulfill my purpose in life, to be the sex slave I was born to be. But in the winter I'm grateful for the warmth of the covers and the shelter of my prison, keeping me warm and dry, protecting me from the freezing rain and icy snow. 

My heavy chain rattles as I stretch slightly as I lay on the bed, making sure to move to either side every now and then, making sure that the bed stays warm for when master returns, his freezing cold hands heated by my body, before he climbs under the duvet and quickly warms himself up as he holds me and uses me, relieving the days stress before resting against me. With his scent filling my senses as I rest on the pillows, I can't help but think of him, my mind bored and unable to do anything as I wait, only able to think of what he will do with me later when the sun has gone down, the thoughts making my cock strain uncomfortably, my hand reaching under the covers and rubbing the small metal cage, letting out a moan as I desperately try to relieve myself of the pain but that is only something my master can do, I'll have to wait for his return. 

I wonder if he thinks of me as much as I think off him? Knowing that I'm here waiting for him, ready for him when he returns, knowing exactly where I am, knowing that I can't go anywhere. He is always so pleased to see me and to have his way with me whenever he comes home, I'm sure he is as excited as I am for our reunion. 

I slide the duvet off my body, immediately feeling the chill of the air as I expose myself to it, my feet grateful for the soft carpet as I climb off of the bed, the chain attached to my collar rattling as I move. I walk towards the bathroom door and step onto the cold hard tiles, my bare feet almost freezing as I do, encouraging me to move quickly, my collar pressing into my neck, choking me slightly, reaching the end of the chain, the full distance I can ever stray, as I sit down and relieve myself, my straining cock growing slightly more comfortable as I do. I prevent myself from moving quickly, instead checking my body in the mirror, making sure that I am presentable for my master, I must look good for him when he gets back, especially as he has spent all day working while I've been at home. 

Happy with my appearance I quickly move out of the bathroom, smiling as I step onto the warm carpet and pace the room for a while, eager for my master to return, although looking out of the window I doubt it will be any time soon, the traffic will probably be awful in this weather, I wonder if he'll need to take out some aggression and frustration when he returns, maybe I should have his whip and cane out and ready. 

Feeling lonely as I wait, I climb back into the bed and lay down, closing my eyes and pretending that my master is here, that I can feel his warm body against my own, feel his breath heating the back of my neck, his gentle hands holding and caressing my body. 

I awake to the sound of the front door closing and quickly rise and check that I'm presentable, before leaping out of bed and hurriedly making the bed. I move to the end of the bed and kneel on the floor, ready to properly greet my master, my fast movement preventing me from feeling the cold until I'm knelt waiting, just in time as moments later the bedroom door opens and I can't help but smile as my master walks in. 

I feel his cold hand lift my head up to look at him lovingly in the eyes, as I see his smiling face, and stand, gently taking his hands in mine, warming them as we kiss. I slowly remove his work clothes, his body relaxing more and more as I remove each piece of clothing, stripping him of his stressful day, allowing him to be in the moment, to be home with me, to be his true self. 

We make our way to the bed and quickly slide under the duvet, holding each other in the warmth of the bed as we embrace. Feeling his hard cock I roll over and raise my ass invitingly, with a smile his hand reaches down and pulls out my plug, my now empty well stretched hole twitching, begging to be filled once again as I let out a pleading moan as my cock strains in its cage, desperately wanting for what I've been waiting for all day. 

I moan with pleasure as his cock slowly enters me, filling me with his warmth, his warm breath blowing against my neck as he begins to thrust deep into me, my hips moving in time with him, pushing him deeper inside, moaning and breathing hard as he fucks me. I let out a loud moan as my body shakes, not from the cold but blissful orgasm, my trembling body and twitching ass pushing my master over the edge, his warm cum flooding my insides. 

I collapse to the bed as master slides out, sealing his cum inside me with my plug. I rest in his arms, our warm sweaty bodies holding each other peacefully as the snowstorm rages on outside.