Basically, this kink has shaped every other kink I’ve ever developed. Every other quirk has kind of branched off from this one fantasy of mine.

I have been a fan of Star Wars ever since I was a little girl. My brother (who is seven years older than me) was a big reason for it. I liked what he liked. The prequels are my favorite movies, mostly because I remember the happy times he and I spent watching and talking about them. Clones are cool as fuck.

Anyway.

As I started to get older and explore my sexuality a little more, the scene in Return of the Jedi where Jabba the Hutt enslaves Princess Leia started meaning something much different to me. I’m not sure when I realized it, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m basically ruined because of it.

Just hear me out.

I’ve often imagined myself in this position, being leashed and collared in a skimpy outfit (or just naked) while Jabba strokes me like a pet. I love how slimy he is, and the idea of being licked by that gross tongue thrills me even as I write this. I’ve imagined being fucked by his tail, or forced to dance for his amusement.

I’ve bought my own leashes and worn them around the house when my family isn’t home, occasionally tugging on it as if I was being reminded of my place by my Master.

When I got to college, I was more freely able to explore. Some of my sorority sisters and I would do roleplay with a boyfriend. When we started doing it, I was the “dumb one”. They would take turns with him, and I’d be off to the side on a leash waiting for mine. This is also where I realized I liked playing as a catgirl or puppygirl.

About a year ago, a boy I was seeing got me drunk enough to spill these details to him. We spent Spring Break together in his apartment. He played the “Master”, and I was basically on a leash for the entire week (except when we went out. I still wore the collar). He would order me about, pet me as we sat watching TV, choke me (with a safe word in place of course) whenever he felt. And I could only wear what he wanted me to, which oftentimes was his favorite pair of lingerie or simply nothing at all. It was literally heaven. The sex was fantastic.

I’d have to say the most enjoyable aspect for me was the struggle. Putting up a good fight when he yanked my leash, or pretending to be disgusted or scared when he tried to kiss me. All in great fun, of course. We had boundaries established beforehand.

As you might have gathered, all this nonsense about leashes and petplay and humiliation stems 100% from seeing Jabba the Hutt and Princess Leia in that movie about seventeen years ago.