Short Story: Star Wars Fan

Female's Point of View - ​Brainwashing

If you can’t tell, my boyfriend is a bit of a Star Wars nerd. I love him but his passion for the lore and movies borders on insane. Other than that, he is an amazing man and incredible lover.

So I do my best and put up with his geeky side when it flares up.

Over the years, I discovered that he had more than a few sexual kinks, which I kind of dig myself because I love to explore and role play. So when I figured out how much of a crush he had on the original Leia in her slave uniform from Return of the Jedi, I just had to shop for one to surprise him.

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I shopped and easily found version of the original costume, but I wanted my surprise to be as authentic as possible.
 
So I shopped until I found one obscure site that promise the ‘absolute perfect in the slave Leia experience!’ I was excited and placed an order.

The site was real professional and contacted me to get my precise measurements. For the price, I was a little shocked with the level of precision they were boasting, but I wanted the best for my man so I answered all their questions. I even decided to listen to the ‘training’ videos they sent over. They said it was to educate people like me that don’t follow or watch Star War movies. They explained the lore and the allure of the slave Leia persona and for the most part, I was glad to learn. 

Some parts were quite boring though... Especially when it came to the whole ‘Jedi mind trick’ explanations. I sort of zoned out during those part. I was confident that I knew enough to play the part. 

When the outfit finally came, I was amazed at how well it fitted me. And how comfortable it was! The material seemed to caress my skin and it made me feel extra sexy and beautiful. 

That night, I surprised my boyfriend with the outfit and as predicted, he was blown away. Truth be told, we didn’t have time to role play at all that first night. He was way too excited and ravaged me 6 ways from Sunday!

I was so happy he liked my gift!

The next morning I told him I was willing to wear it again soon so he could properly role play his fantasy. I even told him all about the videos the company had sent me to make sure I would know how to act and stay within the Star War canon.

A few nights later, he asked me if I wanted to wear the outfit again. I was more than happy to oblige!

He told me he had looked up the company where I bought my outfit and the videos they had sent me. He told me how impressed he was with my choice and how well the company captured the essence of the classic slave Leia Fantasy.

I forced myself not to laugh when I finally got out of the bathroom and saw him in his own Jedi get up. It looked like a cheap porn version of one of the classic characters. I think... Anyway, he was already in character so I forced down my giggle and went to join him.

He played the part of Jedi whatever that had come to save me. It was fun. But then, once we were back on his ‘ship’ he reversed his role and with a theatrical flourish, he informed me that he wasn’t a Jedi at all. He was a Sith and he hadn’t saved me, he had stolen me.

I played the part and tried to fight off his advances. We tumbled on the bed and had a short wrestling match that almost ended up in a full make out session before he pushed me away and spoke again.

“You cannot resist the lure of the Dark side of the Force!” he said as he lifted his hand towards me. “Now listen and obey... You won’t fight anymore...”

He made a move with his hand as he spoke and my eyes followed it. From left to right...

And just like that, I didn’t want to fight him anymore.

“I won’t fight anymore...” I found myself repeating.

Of course I had. It was all part of the role play. He had decided to use his Jedi mind trick on me and I had to obey.

“Good...” he said as he lifted his hand again. “Listen and obey... You understand that you are a slave.”

He was right, I was dressed as a slave so therefore I was a slave.

“I understand. I am a slave.”

“Good...” he said as he lifted his hand again. “Listen and obey... You recognize me as your new Master.”

Of course he was my Master. He had stolen me for himself. I was a slave and a slave needs a Master. He was my Master.

“I recognize you as my new Master.”

“Good...” he said as he lifted his hand again. “Listen and obey... You love to obey your Master. It makes you happy to obey.”

Of course it makes me happy. I am a slave and a slave is always happy to obey. Especially her Master.

“I love to obey you Master. I makes me happy to obey.”

“Very good...” he said as he lifted his hand again. “Listen and obey... You will come here and suck your Master’s cock.”

I am a slave and I obey my Master. He wants me to suck his cock and I am happy to obey.

“I will go over there and suck your cock.”

And I did. I even swallowed his cum! I never did before, but for some reason, it felt right to do so. In fact... Ever since that night, I discovered a lot of things that felt different. 

For one thing, I find myself wearing the slave outfit almost every night...