2T4U/Emily Desirae Cabot
You find yourself suddenly awake, rousted from your sleep by a deep sense like a wave that has just passed over you. You find it curious to have awoken this early, sunset is still a fair way off, it is only just past noon even. Getting back to sleep doesn't seem an option, you feel too restless. There is something in the air.
You could hardly be considered an elder, but you have been in this world for a while, long enough to recognize the recoiling of spirits and the tension in the air it creates as a result of magic being enacted. You are unable to use any magic yourself, but you have seen enough of it to know when someone else is using it. Someone has just enacted a very powerful magic that is covering this entire area, but what is the nature of this magic?
As you try to ponder this out, you find that you cannot stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together. You are aroused, you feel the need to satisfy your carnal needs. Finding a man to bring you to your bed has become far more difficult in recent years due to a cultural shift that says “children” your “age” are off limits. This has made it far more difficult to function recently, especially when your desires rise in this way. It is odd though, normally you can control your need a little better. Could this be the nature of the magic? You smile to yourself as you rise from your bed and snap your fingers, summoning your “mother” immediately to your side. She approaches ready to remove your night-gown and tend to dressing you. It is odd how your arousal makes it so much more satisfying to have control over another human being, forcing them to tend to your every whim.
For some reason today, you notice the woman a lot more than you usually do as Katherine dresses you. To you, she is really just like an extension of your own body. She is a servant. She is just window dressing. Maybe it is the work of this magic, but today you can't help but notice her fine mane of dark hair or the way her toned neck frames her massive breasts. Those huge tits were what drew you to her in the first place. Unlike most large breasted women of today, hers are one hundred percent real. She had them from before the medical procedure to augment a woman's breasts ever existed after all. It seems they provided her quite an asset a century ago when you found her working at a New Orleans whore house. Now they are all yours. You took her from that place, and it seems she loves you for it. She knows life as your slave is a great improvement over anything she could have made of herself, and this has only made her all the more dedicated to you.
Where it comes to arousal, you are quite certain Katherine could see to your every need as she has so many times in the past, but at the same time it is old hat to do those things with her. It is almost the same as masturbation. It is old and it is bland.