He's going to bathe you

You grab Doe by the shoulder and pull him to his feet. The easy handling cements your massive physical advantage over the weak boy, and you can see by the misery in his big eyes that he's realised just how little hope he has of resisting you. Since he understands he can't fight, you reach down and undo the cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

He stares at you the whole time, adorably nervous. The gag makes him look even cuter, the way his plump lips are stretched tight around the pink ball shoved between them, but you're going to want to ask him some things so you figure it's time it comes out. He shivers in relief as you reach around his head to the straps holding the gag inside, but you pause, and give him a hard look.

"Have you learnt your lesson about using your mouth only when I want you to, pet?" You ask. He nods frantically, so you decide to show mercy and undo the gag. It slips from his lips with a cute pop, and you set it down on the table with your other toys. Doe works his aching jaw. "What do you say when your Mistress does something nice for you?" You drawl expectantly. He stares at you for a moment, and you wonder if he's going to protest the unfairness this time.

"Thank you, Mistress." He whispers. The surrender in his eyes makes your pussy ache, and you almost shove him to his knees right there and then. There's other things you want to do first though, and you resist the urge with some effort.

"Come with me, pet." You click your fingers and stride naked to a door on the side of your cabin. Doe shuffles after you, his eyes on your back. You glance back once and catch him staring at your ass, but you just smirk as he blushes and pretends he wasn't.

You lead your new toy into the luxurious bathroom you insisted be part of your flagship's design. Other sailors may be able to stand wandering around dirty and stinking of sweat, but you're a scrupulously clean woman. Since the Durandel was built entirely to your specifications and remains one of the largest and most dangerous ships on the water, you could afford to slip in a few naughty luxuries for those long voyages.

Strangely enough, Doe doesn't seem all that surprised to see your big porcelain bath on a battleship. His gaze flickers over your pretty washroom, but he's only mildly interested, not stunned by this display of wealth like you think he should be. Nor is he shocked when you lean over and open the taps. The water's steaming hot, courtesy of the fire stone you had installed in the piping. Alchemical magic is the preserve of the very rich who can afford to pay the vast fees required, and you suddenly wonder where a cabin boy like Doe could have seen something like this before.