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The twin suns of Tatooine beat down upon one of the more dilapidated slums of Mos Eisley, baking the already scorched sands-cape in with rays of uncompromising heat. The air was stale, clouded with a dust-like smog that caused one to wheeze and cough when venturing beyond the crude safety offered by ramshackle shantytowns and cloisters of adobe huts. Here, in this sordid armpit of the galaxy, only the most lame and destitute wandered these deserted byways. Spice addicts, gamblers indebted to loan sharks, has-been sabaac players, even the occasional runaway slave made mad jaunts throughout the slums, eager to escape the harsh elements, even if only for a second as they lived in the squalor barely allowed of them.

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Not many people are aware of the fact that there is a cult of fanatics who enjoy the sight of Leia in her (rightful?) place by Jabba’s side, adorning the beautiful metal bikini that has – since Star Wars: Return of The Jedi – taken the sci-fi fan-base by storm. Comic cons and other major comic-book conventions are invaded by dozens of women (and men, oddly enough), wearing the easily recognised slave outfit worn by Carrie Fisher in that famous scene where she is captured by the ruthless, vile gangster, Jabba The Hutt. The bikini was popular amongst young men especially, as it represented the ‘female’ in bondage, a skimpy, leaving-nothing-to-the-imagination bikini that revealed the lovely princess’ lustful features. So, why exactly does this outfit excite us so? Let’s analyse every single detail, shall we? This is a thorough ‘guide’, if you will, explaining why I love this rare, poorly known fetish. I’ve included a bit of fan-fiction for my own entertainment, further expanding on a touchy-subject that hasn’t been explored in satisfactory detail – at least not to my liking. I’ve taken it upon myself to create this highly-detailed guide for all to enjoy, and use as a resource.
I’m going to point something out before I get into my in-depth analysis of this rather unique fetish/kink that a limited number of people share. I am a passionate follower and avid writer of ‘Slave Leia’ fanfiction, artwork and various, delicious role-plays with like-minded individuals who enjoy taking the role of a dominating Hutt crimelord. The interest first came about when I watched Star Wars: Return of The Jedi for the first time, and fell in love with the outfit Leia wore when taken as a slave by Jabba The Hutt. There are countless reasons as to why I personally enjoy this fetish, and they are thoroughly explored below. I suppose, after the failure that was the prequels (even though I liked them), George Lucas has a few redeeming qualities, such as bringing this fetish/kink to life for a limited number of us to enjoy.
A ‘Slave Leia’ cosplayer, Meg Turney©
Our initial reactions to seeing Leia adorned in the priceless, gold-metal bikini are mixed in that we feel a sudden burst of sexual excitement, perhaps followed by sympathy and, inevitably, lust. The longing to see the beautiful woman in the skimpy bikini, complete with a collar and leash, not forgetting the soft, crimson-purple silk garment that dangles effortlessly between her inner-thighs is a potent one. Whereas the majority of people who enjoy the ‘fetish’, if you can legitimately call it that, are male; an overwhelming number of women sport the outfit at comic-cons, conventions and various other gatherings of ‘sci-fi’ nerds. Why? If they don’t enjoy the fetish on a personal level, why go to all the effort of braiding your hair and walking around amongst people half-naked? The answer is simple – the outfit highlights what makes a female, well…female. The gold framework of the metal bikini immediately draws attention away from the face towards the breasts. And this can be rather dramatic, as some women have bigger breasts than others. There are plenty of other reasons behind why countless women wear the metal bikini to events, they want to look good, attract attention and join the fandom in the only way they believe they can – and that’s actually rather upsetting. While the enslavement of Leia has been heavily frowned upon by an army of feminists, as a woman myself I can safely say that I love the entire fetish, and the various sub-categorical, little kinks that make it so captivating and downright sexy.
There are a few fan theories behind just why Jabba The Hutt enslaved Leia, and made her wear such an eccentric outfit that left barely anything to the imagination. For what purpose would a giant, wart-ridden piece of gelatinous filth have with a gorgeous human female? The answer is simple. He was taken by her beauty. The ruthless crime lord had a sort of perversity for female humanoids, and often took them as slaves for his own self-pleasure. Leia was many things; a trophy – to show his power and wealth, not forgetting influence – and an object to stare and gorp over at his leisure. A few theories, extreme theories, suggest that Jabba saw Leia as a lover, and wanted to have sex with her against her will. I strongly disagree with this ‘theory’, one; because it’s so ridiculous it makes me want to gouge my eyes out, and secondly because it would be impossible for such a creature to have intercourse with a species of completely opposite anatomy. In my opinion, Leia was both a trophy and a source of affection for the slimy Hutt, and I also believe that if he succeeded in executing her friends, that she would’ve crumbled to his ‘masterly care’ of her and submitted, learning to truly appreciate him over the course of many arduous years.
For those who enjoy the domination/submission stuff, this piece of legendary cinema has influenced many role-plays across the decades since the movie’s initial release. Fan-videos of Leia and Jabba rule the internet, and it is clear that, with the recent release of Episode VII, that the fetish is alive and well, and shows no signs of vanishing into the pages of lucidity. Many have taken the role of Slave Leia, whereas plenty of people have taken the role of a Hutt – usually their own OC (online character) – and enjoyed the spoils. It’s clear that the overall response to Leia in the slave outfit is sexual in nature, certainly I think so. But what do you think?
I assume that the braided hair is to symbolise the submissive in her pose, a woman’s pride and joy bound in such a way that it is humiliated and out of the way of her lovely body. The braided hair-style displayed by Leia was to show her absolute submission to the might of her slimy Hutt master, Jabba Desilijic Tiure. As you can see by the image below, Leia’s dark-mousey-brown hair is combed back in an impeccably neat fashion, revealing her natural beauty, highlighting her cheeks and pert, soft lips as well as her hazel-brown eyes that practically scream submissiveness. To humiliate her further, Leia wears a golden ‘crown’, a mockery of her royal title, that acts as a support for her long, heavy braid as it dangles effortlessly across her right shoulder. Anyone looking upon the enslaved princess would be drawn to the golden ‘crown’, the braided hair-style is simply to expose her pretty face and deteriorating strength as she slowly, but surely, gives in to the will of her new owner. I myself am quite the fan of this hairstyle, it shows submission, obedience and highlights the prized pleasure slave’s raw, tameable (see what I did there?) beauty, unmatched by the common, cheap Twi’leks that make up the bulk of Jabba’s Harem of females.
Perhaps the most beloved outfit in the history of science-fiction, or cinema for that matter, is the gold, metal bikini worn by Leia when enslaved by Jabba The Hutt. It consists of a bra with golden framework, purple-red padding and a swirling, zig-zag design across the cups. The bra is supported by a set of very thin straps criss-crossing her back, barely holding the item of clothing in one place. The image below details the beauty that is Leia’s golden bra, with the intricate, gold-plated design and loose, thin straps. The whole idea is to draw attention towards the very thing that contributes to making Leia female, painting a picture of the gender in bondage. As seen, part of Leia’s round, generous breasts are revealed to the naked eye, leaving, once again, very little to the imagination. It’s good to note that her nipples and main area of her breasts are hidden from view, presumably only for Jabba’s viewing when the two of them retire to his private chambers. The gold is to symbolise her royal status and importance, displaying the Hutt’s power and irresistible ‘charms’. As a natural blonde, I find the gold framework rather stunning.
By far the most luxurious, eye-pleasing piece of Leia’s slave outfit is the solid gold plate that conceals her womanhood, complete with golden hip-straps and the finest crimson-purple silk skirt that dangles between her inner-thighs. The intricate design is flawless, further adding to the time and skill it took to create the plate, therefore highlighting Leia’s royal status and importance to her Hutt owner, not to mention her status as a slave (more on that below). The shape of the plate is also interesting. It closely resembles part of the human female physiology essential for the creation of new life – contraception, that is. A theory of mine is that the shape of the plate is no coincidence, and the lustful Hutt requested that it be created in such a way that it displayed Leia’s feminine nature and absolute submission to him. Either that, or Jabba has some serious clothing-designer skills. This is actually my favourite part of the entire ensemble, the soft, silky fabric dangling between your naked legs in the hot, dry breeze of the dune sea on a day out on Jabba’s sail barge must feel like paradise. At least, that’s how I view life as Jabba’s Haseki/Kajira (personal pleasure slave) – there are many different names for it.
Perhaps the most important part of Leia’s enslavement to the ruthless, disgusting crime lord, Jabba The Hutt, is the golden collar and short, metal chain she is forced to wear. The design of the collar is similar to the rest of the ensemble, and – yet again – highlights Leia’s royal status as a princess. I’ve never been overly keen on the collar and leash, that’s an area of submission/domination I’ve actively taken a disliking to. I can definitely see the appeal though, for the greedy Hutt has the princess close to him at all times, using a short leash and tight collar to coerce her into serving him. Over time, the leash would’ve gotten longer, much like Oola’s (the green-skinned Twi’lek dancer), as Leia slowly developed her dancing/performing skills. I dig the chain/leash more than I do the collar, which I really despise. The golden collar actually emphasises some of the more…innocent, ‘cute’ expressions that Leia makes during her brief enslavement to the slimy, odorous Hutt. One can actually see the collar and leash having the desired effect on the slim, toned princess, gradually breaking her will and bringing her closer and closer to accepting Jabba’s ‘masterly’ care of her. I can’t really imagine myself wearing the slave collar and leash, that being said, a select few (and they know exactly who they are) have convinced me on more than one occasion to sport the golden collar and rattling, short chain/leash. Below is an iconic scene that shows the full use of the chain and collar combination, and its major advantages to the grotesque blob.
As you can see here, the lovely princess – rather pleasing on the eye from behind, mmm – is yanked over by her master as he grumbles and licks his scum-ridden lips in anticipation of feeling her warmth, breathing in her sweet scent as he basks in belching directly in her face. This is an incredibly important scene in that it shows us the first glimpses of Leia’s total and utter submission to the might of Jabba. We see the look of smallness in her eyes as she sighs, practically collapsing before his overpowering, amphibious-like gaze as he absorbs her pretty face. “Soon you will learn to appreciate me.”
The crown that keeps Leia’s braid in place is – presumably – made of solid gold, designed to humiliate her royal status. It was noted that the Haseki, and various other mid-level slaves, would often wear extravagant headpieces that emphasised their beauty and previous status. Often Hutts would take important individuals as slaves, humiliating them by making parodies out of whatever made them so important. In the case of Leia, as a Princess, Jabba forced her to wear a golden headpiece that resembled a crown, perhaps degrading her after the loss of her beloved homeworld. Acting as a support for the braid, the ‘mock’ crown also showed Leia’s relationship with her slimy master. It showed that she was his, and his alone – no one else could dare to touch her without his explicit permission. It was with this that the former royalty began to appreciate the Hutt’s care of her, however perverted and positively repulsive it was.
In recent years, the fetish has somewhat died out, and those who were heavily into it have now either disappeared or moved on to ‘better’ things. Fanfiction still exists, though I am one of the last contributors. My own fanfiction is based almost entirely on a character I created called Amá, a tall, blonde human female with a lust for scum and villainy, enjoying the company of the foulest forms of life in the outer-rim territories. I have taken the liberty of working alongside another author to create a piece of fanfiction. There are many different pieces of this on the internet, and some are far more extreme than others, detailing the ‘sexual’ relationship between Jabba and some poor, unfortunate slave girl. Very rarely does a quality piece of fanfiction exist – I just happen to be the best writer of it around nowadays (was that…arrogance?!)
43BBY; business as usual for the bulbous and vile Daruza the Hutt as he enjoyed the minute festivities on offer at a Corellian, cantina bar. It was one of the shadier establishments and rather fitting for the crime lord’s own debauched interests. Reclining back upon his state of the art hover sled throne, Daruza’s long, thick, slimy tail twitches absently as he regards several bikini-clad, brightly coloured Twi’lek dancers moving about an upholstered stage with lithe, supple legs. Sumptuous curves meet the gangster slug’s emerald green eyes, which blink in boredom as he turns to divulge his interests elsewhere. A pudgy, vestigial arm reaches into a bubbling vat within proximity to the bloated slug, seizing up a dripping mass of live Ylesian white worms. The sticky, savory grubs are bathed in a golden honey-sauce and with a gurgle of abject glee, the Hutt stuffs the writhing creatures into his wide, drooling maw and devours them all hungrily; gooey, viscous fluid dripping from his wiggling and fatty jowls. Even in the presence of such lackluster and abysmal talent in the sensual department, Daruza the Hutt always has his uncompromising appetite for fine and exquisite cuisine to keep him amused and satisfied.
He just finished a business summit with several high-profile Black Sun lieutenants. Turns out that the galaxy’s foremost crime syndicate has begun to lose some of its financial backing, due to continued meddlings involving the Republic and the Jedi Order. Daruza, the current head of the Hutt Cartel, had always seen to it that his own criminal enterprises maintained discretion and privation in their operation, avoiding the scrutinizing glare of more prominent officials, such as the Supreme Chancellor. So, while Black Sun continued to claim its stake in swaths of territory and alienate the free people’s of the galaxy, Daruza and his Hutt colleagues merely bolstered their own control of the outer-rim territories, fortifying and building up their substantial wealth and defences until their entire conglomerate was unrivaled yet forged in secrecy. Black Sun needed a bailout, and the mighty and cunning Daruza was more than willing to negotiate such a financial lifeline, in exchange for a seventy-five percent ownership of the crime syndicate’s dealings and profits. It would prove to be an arduous meeting, rife with threats and oaths in blood, but the Hutts were now the primary holders of the vast majority of all underworld activity in the galaxy, using Black Sun as a public figurehead while continuing to line their wealth with more and more riches on the side.
Daruza was in a particularly relaxed and jovial mood, as he downed more and more wiggling grubs with gusto, but he had to admit…Twi’lek dancers, especially common tavern wenches, just weren’t doing it for him. The Hutt lord craved something more…exotic, enticing, a beauty to be tamed and moulded to his depraved wishes. There was a sizable harem waiting for him back on Carnovia he’d no doubt find himself amusing himself with when he returned to his palace, but that left the simple issue of what to do now with his growing libido and want for divine, fleshly pleasures.
The slug-like kingpin released a guttural belch, his sticky fingers snatching up a large glass of burgundy liquor from a voluptuous servant that sauntered by, his fat tail momentarily smacking her upon the ass as she moved across the bar. She gave him a sultry look of mock disapproval and the Hutt lord rumbled with laughter, his grimy tongue slopping about as he eyed her with lustful interest. But she is just a working girl, and disappears into the throngs of patrons, leaving the Hutt frustrated and requiring stimulation.
Clumsily, he glugs down the strong cocktail. Daruza tosses the glass away haphazardly and rests his tiny, baby-like arms upon his massive belly and continues to watch the bar proceedings, reptilian eyes scoping out the patrons – male and female – wondering if one of them will be a special sort of distraction for his morbid interests.
Amá made her way into the bar, her long, golden locks attracting the attention of a few bounty hunters and smugglers as they looked up from their drinks. She was a human, a female, a rarity on Carnovia, especially in a rundown establishment such as this, the Corellian bar. Standing tall, her enormous, heaving chest was somewhat concealed by a black, long-sleeved garment with a hood, and her lovely legs, which seemed to stretch on for eternity, were concealed by black tights, hugging them both in voluptuous fashion. Her pink tongue tickled the tip of her upper-lip as she found a seat alone on the bar and ordered a beverage, giving the servant a wink as she delivered a glass of fizzing, bright green liquid.
She proceeded to wrap her rosy, lovely lips around the perspiring glass and gulped a few mouthfuls down, sighing in satisfaction. Originally born on Coruscant to an exceedingly weal
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