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Thinking about being captain of a pirate ship where every member of the crew was handpicked by me.
They've all sworn loyalty to me and the ship, and being a part of my crew gives them certain perks they might not get on other ships.
The Quartermaster, who is in charge of so much was chosen for their sharp mind and quick thinking. But also for the way they easily fall to their knees when we're alone, knowing just what to say to beg me to have my way with them.
The Cabin Boy, who is a spoiled rich man who left his family to explore the seas. He's taken to following orders, especially when I tell him to bend over my bed. He's everyone's favorite because he obeys much better than when we first picked him up, and he moans so loud everyone knows when he's getting fucked.
The Helmsman--or woman, in this case--was chosen for her focus and calm mind in a crisis. But also because she's so observant and knows just how to please someone. When she has a break, I'll take her to my room, and let her touch me as she wants, thrilled when she remembers every place that makes me gasp.
The Navigator, who looks over maps all day, and goes to bed with inkstained clothes and ideas of new adventures. When I take her to bed, she touches me like a land to explore, fingers mapping my body, finding every inch, exploring like it's the first time.
The Medic, who I chose for his loyalty and quick thinking, his speed and caution in a pinch, and the way he obeys without question, his mind always on how to have the best results. When he isn't busy, I'll spread him out on my bed, and make him forget his worries. I'll fuck him on my fingers till he can't think, and make him remember how grateful we are for his skills.
My best trained swordsman is there to train others. He gets them to listen and understand so easily, and I love how challenging it is to get him to obey. When he's done especially well, I'll pull him in a spare room, push him against the wall, dare him to try and flip it. But he won't, because as much as he hates to admit it, he loves when I praise him and tell him how well he's done till he cums.
My First Mate is close to me, my most trusted crew member. He doesn't tell anyone that when we go to my room at night, it's me they hear. That he's the one forcing me to my knees, and pushing his cock in my mouth. That the reason my sleeves are long is to hide the indent of the rope he uses to tie my hands to the bed posts.
And if all of them are busy, the rest of the crew is more than willing.