A Pirate's Captive (FxF)

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Looking for someone on the submissive side to play Lady Isabella. The captain, Angela, has captured her, but is sympathetic towards Lady Isabella's plight. The two realize they are quietly attracted to each other... <3

Angela's soft footsteps padded down the well-worn hallway in the lower decks of her ship. Above board, when day meant adventure, she was The Captain. The mighty wind would blow through her red hair, wafting through the ocean wind like her great ship through the currents. The heel of her well-worn boot solidly announced her presence. She wore a black three-cornered hat, and bandanna complimenting her wild red hair. Her rough peasant's blouse was once white. But the travails of work made it a tattered off-white color. Around her torso she wore a worn leather corset, which pressed up her beautiful breasts, the tops peeking above her blouse. Her black cropped pants fit into her leather boots.

But not this night. She wore a diaphanous nightgown, which flowed over her curvaceous body. The flickering light from the oil lamps touched her skin, just visible through the soft gauzy fabric. Without the wind or her hat, her beautiful red hair flowed down her shoulders, cascading down her back and around her bosom. The shadows made a thin outline of her body, her breasts still round and full, the curves of her torso accented by the loose dress. As she walked into the room, a silhouette of her nakedness underneath could be seen, her long legs striding with the confidence of the captain, covered by the thin nightgown.

Her captive, the Lady Isabella, sat on the stool in front of the boudoir mirror. Her hair was brown, beautiful, flowing down her body. The light golden wafts of hair within reflected the yellow light of the cabin. She too was dressed in a simple nightgown. Its fabric was less revealing, yet still clung to her body. Her bosom were well-rounded, beautiful globes. The nightgown caressed her torso, flowing to her hips and legs. Only her hands were bound, lightly, for she was still a captive. Angela stood next to her, looking at her in the mirror. "Lady Isabella, thank you for being our guest." Angela's words were soft, as her eyes looked upon Isabella's beauty. Angela slowly touched her hair, her fingers running through the soft strands. "Your hair is beautiful, and so are you," she continued. "I am not sure I wish to ransom you. I understand you are not treated well at your estate." Angela's strokes through Lady Isabella's hair became soft touches upon her cheeks. Angela picked up the carved ivory comb from the stand. It was intricate, a unique item of pure white. Angela gently ran the comb through Isabella's hair, loose strands of hair accumulating on the comb. Angela picked out the hair from the comb, then tightly wrapped them around a small ball of reddish hair. The oils and ball of hair would be used to store needles in. Angela spent a fair time on Lady Isabella's hair, combing it, looking at her through the mirror. Angela's gentle hands caressed Lady Isabella through her hair, as she combed her. "You are very beautiful," Angela finally said, leaning down and just touching her lips to Lady Isabella's hair. Angela held the comb in the tip of her fingers, as she began to massage Lady Isabella's shoulder and neck. "Very beautiful."