to refrain might be in your gain.

Refraining from bending reality to your whims once again despite your quite obvious junior downstairs. You choose instead to distract yourself with the room, looking about yourself you see among the pillows some lacey thongs, a couple large bras, as well as other lingerie which doesn't seem to belong to her at all which in no way seems to calm your erection. Continuing on your quest for distraction you look upon the walls, seeing a few trophies of strange sea beasts, a fish with tusks, a spiked octopus, and a golden newt which seems out of place perched by the mantle, the most obvious thing adorning her walls however is a quite large floor to ceiling map which shows several continents and seems to be artfully detailed with small creatures drawn in all over the place and fine wavy script denoting places which from this distance appears beautiful but illegible. Next your eyes turn to her desk which is made of sturdy wood bolted to the floor, and no doubt firmly locked as well. Upon it sits a much smaller map of what you assume is is the local area, spilled ink, a sextant and other tools of her trade, along with a picture of a grisly looking sturdy man in a blue military uniform whom you assume is her father.

Her shuffling behind the screen has drawn your attention and she speaks up poking her head around the screen, her vibrantly green eyes finding you standing awkwardly in her quarters, she laughs at you a bit and asks in a softer more bedroom tone "would you be so kind sir as to fetch me my bodice? I seem to have left it over there." She points to the lacey bustier between you and you humbly comply, bending to pick it up its smooth and made of silk, walking over to to the screen and handing it to her, she replies by wording thank you silently with her lusciously dark ruby lips, and looking you up and down one more time before retreating behind the screen again.

By now you had retrieved your voice from the pit of your stomach and awkwardly asked her "so.. how long have you been out here?" Not you leading line at all, in fact it was probably the worst way to break the ice you could think of. But her clear and commanding voice still firmly rings from behind the screen "only eight years this frostwaning." To which you assume she means spring. Her voice startles you again though with another order. "Mr Caine. Would you please lace me up?" You swallow in trepidation as she invites you behind the screen, and she is a sight standing with her back to you holding the bodice to her chest, merely clad on a pair of thin silk panties which seem quite extravagant and hardly cover her glorious ass. She looks over her shoulder at you and giggles again. "Well Mr Caine? I am waiting." She still is still commanding despite the situation, but she is is a Captain of a ship so that would be expected you suppose. Stepping forward and trying not to bump your cock on your leg too firmly, you reach out and grasp the laces of her bodice, pulling them tight she gasps and arches her back. "Good Mr Caine. Harder please." You almost wonder If she is a closet sub underneath her hard captaincy, but you comply nonetheless and soon are threading the laces in the hooks of her bodice all the way to her plump ass, your fingers brushing her smooth skin along her spine, she is softer than water itself, yet as firm as a brewing tide. Your eyes can't be torn away from the swell of her firm ass though as she stands mere Inches from you in tiny scraps of lace.

However the moment passes as you finish your work and she turns towards you again her makeup was dusky, her bosom swelled forth from from the low lacey cups of the bustier revealing acres of tender tit flesh to your hungry gaze. The bodice pulled in her waist a bit too and allowed her hips to flare out again even more outstandingly. She smirked at you again and spoke still in bedroom tones "looks like I might make a sailor out of you yet. Expecially with how well you seem to know how to pitch a mast." She jesters towards your needful cock as she says this and then turns retrieving a pair of thigh high laced up boots, but on doing so she turns apathy from you bends at the waist giving your eyes quite the treat as her soft silk panties pulled back buried within her cheeks. She stands upright again perhaps spending too long rummaging for for those boots just for your benefit. She slides the boots on her long smooth legs, holding them firmly up to her thighs before smirking again and softly saying "Now there sailor, how about we test your rigging?" To that she gestures at her boots, and you sink to the floor before her, sitting upon your knees you once again take up her laces and start lacing each boot up her slender calves and to her strong and thick thighs. She seems to be enjoying ordering you around as from your position between her legs you can faintly smell her aroma and see a slight damp spot upon the crotch of her panties. Where Is she going with this you ponder, and your dick aches at this point.

You know that with your power you merely need to think it and she would be a pile of wanton lust just for you. But you still try to hold back, this could be very interesting if you don't interfere too much. You want to get as far as you can without changing her, to see what is really you and what is really her.

But she doesn't seem to mind you at all as she turns again presenting her ass to your face and strides forth in her long boots with a slight heel around the screen and over to a walk in closet in the corner, assumably to pick out a outfit which suits her best. You stand unsure of yourself, but the answer soon comes as she once again imperiously commands you. "Mr Caine. Come here please." Should you follow her commands or take control of the situation?