Notes

Slave Leia, The Submissive: my rebellious mind, 'Princess Leia', had it's last coherent thought. It was, " I can't believe I just admitted that", before the incredibly shamefully pleasurable sensation of your slimy disgusting engorged wriggling and thrusting tip of your tail vibrates between against my ass cheek finally locked my rebellious mind away. "...Great, Exalted Master Jabba." I finish saying, my voice sounding different towards at the words 'Master Jabba', a hint of arousal and lust now within it, my body's greedy lust and dark carnal desires taking completely over, sealing away my rebellious mind, trapping it, and now about to force it to savor and try, and possibly fail, to endure the vigorous, enthusiastic, depraved, disgusting, slimy, and incredibly sensational pleasures that were now guaranteed to come. My eyes, now having a prominent arousal within them, gaze up into yours as you digest what you just heard, seeing your orange gleaming eyes widen, the arousal within them increasing tenfold, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine, my body aching to feel what was in store, my breasts slightly heaving in their metallic top as my breath hitches in my throat, my lower lips quivering with need, getting wetter by the second, subconsciously pressing my round and bouncy slimy ass cheek much more firmly against your vibrating tip of your slimy tail. My whole being internally trembling in a anticipation, being consumed entirely by my body's ache. I had started this morning thinking about Luke, Han, and the others, about my capture and enslavement and everything else I had endured since I got to Jabba's Palace, about my diminishing desire to escape, and my growing desire to remain enslaved. Now, I sat staring at you, a being I once referred to as Jabba The Hutt, but now referred to as Master Jabba, Great One, or Exalted One, or just simply master, my brown eyes never straying from your orange gleaming ones, myself now enraptured within ...