At first you are comfortable just sitting there, waiting for your Master or Mistress to come. You simply sit and sit, being a good girl. You don't care how long you have to wait... Days... Weeks... Months? It didn't matter; you know that your Master or mistress is on their way, and you know that you did your job well.
They will be quite proud of you, you think; finding the Tome of Everfrost for them. You could just see the pride and gratitude on their faces now! You start getting excited; wondering how they will reward you. Perhaps, you think, that if your Master is male, that he may offer you special pleasure... Perhaps he'll embrace your icy form... Lean in and offer you a warming kiss as he gently rubs his hands down the side of your frosty form. The though causes you to feel warmth inside of your icy frame, and you begin to start rubbing the inside of your thighs.
Perhaps, maybe, your Master would then kiss you... Deep... Long... Lovingly on your lips... Perhaps he may lay you back onto his bed, where you would spread your legs for him... Perhaps he would then take the massive cock you're sure he had, erect and ready, and slowly insert it inside of you... Yes... Yes, that's what you like... that's what you want... Master's cock deep inside of you... The thought of it is making you wet; causing your nethers to grow hot even as your body negates all the heat in the shop. You can practically feel his massive member pounding you as you lay back on the counter and start to pleasure yourself; slowly inserting your fingers into your dripping pussy.
But then another thought crosses you... Perhaps your Master is actually a Mistress... A woman just like you... And as you think that you get even hornier as you could imagine your mistress doing the same, however instead of offering cock, she offers her pussy to you. A throbbing, hot, dripping pussy just begging to be pleasured by your icy cold tongue as she offers your frigid sex the same service with her own warm, slick tongue... The thought was making you go crazy as you continued to slip your fingers deep into your sex, your free hand massaging your breast as you pant and moan.
"Ahhh... Ahhh... M-Master... M-Mistress..." You call out in a sexual haze, "Please... Please... Come for me... Come... I... Ah... I w-want you... Ooogh... I want to s-serve you.... To pleasure you... Ahhh... Ahh.... P-Please... Please...."
But as you pleasure yourself and start to beg for them to come, the witch's words came back to you... Finding the book in a dilapidated structure? No owner to be seen? ...No, she was just lying. Making excuses, right? You had a Master or a Mistress... Right...?
Eventually your fingers stop... You soon find yourself calming down as these thoughts further enter your mind, and you sit up to look over to the glittering, frosty form of the Witch who stole the Tome.... You can't help but sneer at her; the fiend who stole your Master's book, but... At the same time you can't help but feel like she may not have been as untruthful to you as you thought. Yes, the book rightfully belonged to your Master, but... Did the *book* have a master at this point? After all; you *know* that you serve your master, and you *know* that you do so dutifully, but... You don't even know who your master is. Or what they look like, or if they're even male or female... Your memories tell you that you've always served your Master or Mistress without end, but... There's so many gaps, so many bits of missing information... It makes you wonder if you are truly a servant to anyone? If your Master or Mistress only exists in your mind... And the only reason you serve them is because that's what you're supposed to do... Then what do you do?
And then, you remember... The book... It is full of knowledge and of spells and magic! If anything has the answers you seek, then the book does. You quickly grab the Tome of Everfrost and go to open the book, but... You pause... There is some force holding you back... As if you looking into this book was... Forbidden... *Taboo* for you to do... You are, after all, only a servant, and this book belongs to your Master, not you. But at the same time, you reason, you don't even know if you *have* a master at this point... You deliberate on it for a good twenty minutes before, eventually, you manage to force yourself to open the book.
Inside the Tome were all of the spells that your Master... If you had one... Wrote down and stored all the knowledge and magical skills they had developed over their years of research and study. Icy spells and incantations that could bend reality itself in many cases... Truly this tome was filled with knowledge no normal person should ever know. You know it is wrong... You know that you shouldn't read it, but... Something keeps you going. You read and you study... Page by page... You look for any sign of your Master's whereabouts or anything you could use to help you find him... But so far nothing...
Slowly but surely you begin to give up hope, and are about to close the tome when, on the last page, you find something... There is a loose piece of parchment folded up in there. It looks old... Very old... As if it had been there for centuries. Carefully, you pull it out and open it up; carefully examining the strange, ancient language that you seem to understand despite never having seen it before, and begin to read.
"...If you are reading this then I fear the worst has happened," She read, "For all my studies and all of my powers, even I, the greatest of Ice elemental masters, was unable to thwart the passage of time and the unforgiving touch of the Grim Reaper's deathly hands... Knowing this, I now realize that those who I have enslaved over the years will no longer have a master to serve... They will be directionless... Without purpose... Lost... And I cannot, in good conscience, allow this to pass... And so, as a last request, I have written a spell on the final page of my book for you to cast... If I have truly died, and am truly gone from this world, then this spell shall free all of those enslaved to my will and whims... Their touch shall spread ice and snow forever, but their hearts and minds shall be their own again. And they will be free to live on without me..."
You think on this, and go to the page the note mentions. Sure enough; the spell is there, and it seems incredibly simple to cast. A mere phrase to speak. As you look over this spell, the note comes to mind.
"...It only works if Master is gone..." You think aloud, "...I... But... I don't know if I should... Oh... What should I do?"