                     A Tribute to ME 
                   
                      Chapter THree

Something else I have not told you about me. I was on a 
world cruise which began after my eighth grade year and 
before my freshman year. This was good that I got to see 
the world but the high school made me enter as a freshman. 
Dad and mom protested but it did no good. The school said 
if I excelled as a freshman student in academics as well 
as maturity they would advance me to junior status so I 
would be back with my classmates. I guess that was 
reasonable. It enabled be to get first time ever awards 
by a freshman. Someone will probably want to put an 
asterisk after my freshman acheivements though! So I was 
a seventeen year old freshman big deal. The other girls 
could not compete with me even if they were seniors! 

I had other slaves during the time I allowed Mr. Rainey's
worship of me. I spotted this rather shy boy, Chad. He
was smart. He knew all of the answers in class but never 
volunteered to answer any questions. When a teacher called 
on him his answer was so precise and was always a textbook 
answer. I later learned he had very close to a photographic 
memory. He has quoted lots for me and told me where it was 
on a certain page and what pic or diagram it was near. He
was uncanny. He had a good memory for the important things 
in life too! You already know what they are!

One morning in school as he was going to walked by me I 
shifted my weight and he collided with my arm full of books. 
Now I did not need to be carrying those in the first place. 
It was part of a well conceived trap. I am good at conceiving 
traps just as I am good at choreographing dances. They are 
similar you know.

My books went everyhere, I helped with that too. I turned
to him and said. "Chad, how could you? Look at my books.
Really Chad, I take care of my stuff, look at what you have 
done. You hurt my finger too."

Chad could not appoligize enough. The boy was still telling
me how sorry he was and inquiring about my pinkie all day.
I allowed him the priviledge of gathering up my books and 
since he had them, he may as well carry them to our next 
class. Well shouldn't he? 

Since his name was White, he sat in the back of the History
Room. I sat in front. The teacher told us if we were good
She would allow us to move in a couple weeks. She said she
wanted to know us. Like she is ever going to really know ME.
That was not nice. She will know me, not really KNOW me, you
know.

Chad walked me to my seat and handed me my books. I looked
into his eyes, I could see his face redden. 

"Chad, I only need the History book for this class. You keep
the others. You do have English next don't you?"

Staring into my smile and seeing all of my perfectly formed 
beautiful white teeth and sparkling blue eyes, he would have
carried me and my books forever. I can tell when they are
hooked. They all look the same. They have that, worshipful 
in another world, expression. Sort of blank, like they are 
bathing in my beauty. You know, soaking it up forever. He
was in the presence of and gazing upon the worlds most 
beautiful creation. He would have confessed as much to 
anyone. He was twitterpated. 

When I looked at Chad that moment, I saw multis. I have 
learned to love multis. Chad was weekends of multis. I 
only met with Mr. Rainey a couple times a week and never 
for as long as I would like. He was afraid we would be, 
"found out". I always told him,"The door is locked. 
There is a closet I can step into and you can lock it 
before allowing anyone to enter. Like we are not going 
to get caught. No way!"

Sometimes I thought I was the adult and he was the kid!
I loved him. Did I tell you he wanted to talk about us
more than once. As in the future. I steered him away
from that whenever I could. One day I made it painfully 
clear that there would never be a future for US. We were 
doing this for the moment. Each time was for the moment. 
I also suggested he perform like it was our last time 
together. :)

When the bell rang, Chad waited for me. I laid my History
Book on top of all our books and suggested we move along 
to our English Class. I allowed him to walk a little behind 
me. I wanted him to begin developing a craving for my ass.
I bet by the time we reached our English Class, he could 
picture my ass and his face as one! I smiled at that picture.

This class was the one where I first decided to reel-in Chad.
Miss. Hampton sits us one from the first of the alphabet, one
from the last. So Abdellaoui and white were seated side by 
side. Now you know English is not my best subject. I knew
Chad was going to get me through this year in more ways 
than one! I just hoped his tongue was as good as his English.
I already knew it was longer than average. I could just feel 
it in inside my love canal and my squeezing it while coating 
it with my cum. 

I have these kind of thoughts a lot. I have talked with my mom 
about them. I am glad I did because I would have believed 
there was something undesirable about me. Hey, I could have 
been warped for life! My mom assured me that there was 
nothing wrong with me at all. In fact, I was special. I 
loved ME and I loved sex. She told me how to channel these 
emotions so I did not end up a slave for some guy, pregnate
or both. In short a ruined life. Now I already knew I was 
special and born to be served. Boys have served me for as 
long as I can remember. I am talking about these lustful 
cravings I developed at adolescence. I love tongues!

Chad and I almost got in trouble for talking. I mainly just
smiled at him a lot. He was bubbling over. Totally smitten,
Twitterpated! You can understand that. You knew it would 
happen. Chad is a very ordinary looking boy. I am little
Miss Everything. Captain of the Dance Pom Pon squad my
freshman year. Featured in the school paper. A picture of
pretty ME on the front page in my cute little costume, 
pom pons in hand doing a herky. The paper told all about
my middle school awards. Even the local paper picked up 
on it. Both said I had choreographed the routine that
would be featured at our first game AND would be the one
we would use in state competition. I just know I am going
to win Yearbook Queen my freshman year. It has never been
done in the long history of this school! I hear talk in
the halls, not just the guys. The girls talk about it and 
I have heard teachers discussing me. I am truly one 
beautiful young lady and so mature. That is a direct quote 
I have overheard more than once. They all think I am 
little miss perfect too. Boy if they knew the things I 
have done!

When I find a good specimen I work quickly. After class
I said to him.    

"Chad, I need some help in English. Would you like to
come to my house about 1:00 Saturday?"
 
This made him light up! See how stupid they are!

"Yes, I would, I will be there at 1:00."

"You do know where I live, don't you?"
  
He did not. I was appalled. He just moved here so I 
overlooked that bit of stupidity. Like how could any guy 
who lived in this town not know where I lived. I lived
two blocks from the school! 

"Would you like to walk me to my next class?"

"Oh yes, I would be honored, may I please?"

He was beside himself with joy, and should be!

"Yes, you may, but you have got to carry my stuff."

He already was anyway!

We did not have Spanish or French together. He had neither.

"Want to meet me for lunch?" I asked him in my sexy voice.

He would have said yes if I had popped my gum a few times
during the question, chewing with open mouth while I talked.
Of course I would never do that, not even in fun.

"Yeah, sure, I will save a spot in line for you if you like.
I will be near the front of the line. My class is near the 
cafeteria."

I knew that. That is one of the reasons I chose him. I do
not eat fast. It is not healthy and besides it is not good
manners. My class is so far I have been in the last part 
of the line all year. No one says anything if it is 
girlfriend/boyfriend allowing the line cuts. No other cuts 
are allowed though. It is an unwritten rule. Like they want
to have lunch together, duh. Students have always accepted
this as proper. He knew that I am sure. He wanted to be my 
boyfriend, like a lot.

"Cool, ceya." I said to him as I took my books and headed 
to my locker. These books had served their purpose for the 
year!

I will own him by our next English test. I will let
him slip me answers. He will be in heaven. Can you 
imagine me allowing him to talk to ME! I am only light
years out of his class. Oh, he will do a lot for me 
before I am through with him.

I met him in the cafeteria line. He was already allowing 
students to go in front of him because he was waiting for 
me. I went in front of him too and gave him a big smile. 
When I see Chad I see my slave. He may as well have, 
"Jennifer's Slave", tatooed on his forehead. :)

I gave him a lot of really beautiful smiles. So he got 
paid for carrying my food tray. He would empty it too. 
I am sure he felt very fortunate to be in the same area 
as me. He was breathing almost the same air as ME!
 
I love for guys to do stuff for me. I have not tied my 
shoes in school since 1st grade! A Goddess must have a 
slave. I hardly see how any female can claim Goddess 
status if she has no slave. Hey, I may not bother 
to get a boy like Chad to serve me if all I wanted to use 
him for was a slave. It isn't. He will be my toy and I 
will do things to him that is humiliating. He will do 
anything to please me. I will do everything to him. He 
will want me to. How do I know this, experience, much
experience. Could I tell you a lot of really cool
stories about my childhood? 

I allowed Chad to walk with me in the halls all day Friday.  
He was in heaven. By the end of the day he was stooping 
at least six inches to get through the doors!  He never 
touched the floor! Had to duck to leave the school! You
know what I mean. I went the whole day allowing him to do 
stuff for me. We had the students giggling at us before 
Friday was over. I do not think Chad noticed they were 
laughing at him.
  
We got a lot of curious looks. I have seen them before.
I get them everytime I change boy friends. I ignored them.
Chad was in heaven. Sometimes I could hardly keep from
laughing. I giggled a lot. I don't think he was like
totally sure I was not laughing at him. Boy was he
going to fall hard. I expected many a great sacrifice 
from him!

"Hey slave, would you like to carry my stuff home after
dance practice?" I asked him with a light giggle.  He
took the,"slave", part as a joke. Silly boy!

"Sure," he answered. "How long is dance practice?"

"It will be 45 minutes today. Since you are with me, 
you can sit in the bleachers."

That really made his day. He was being invited to 
watch the dance/pom pon girls workout. The ony way 
anyone watches practice is to be invited by one of 
the varsity team members. I am Captain. The dance
routine we are working on was choreographed by
me. I have received letters of interest from universities. 
There are guys who would commit murder for a real date 
with me. Beginning to see why this nobody is so lucky? 
Watch what I do to him. Welll, really FOR him.

Chad watched us practice, believe me he was not bored!
Never in this guys wettest dream did he ever think he
would be sitting where he is now. Like there were six
students watching, he was one! There are sixteen
ladies in varsity dance, another sixteen in jv dance.
This was our joint session practice. We have joint
session practice every Friday.

When practice was over I changed, showered, and met
Chad in the gym. He was faithfully waiting for me.
I was the last girl to leave. I was last by design, 
I am sure you know that! He had now been waiting 
well over an hour.  
  
I walked up to Chad and said.

"I forgot something, it will take five minutes or so. 
I will be right back."
  
I set my unzipped gym bag on the floor at his feet. On 
top, in plain site were my folded panties. They were 
poised on top of the shorts I had worn in practice. I 
walked away and did not look back. I knew I had creamed 
them. I did that more then once thinking about my new 
slave. I loved being worshipped!

After five minutes, I opened the door quickly that leads 
to the locker and showers. His back was to me and to the 
instructors office. My gym bag was in front of him at his 
feet. I was certain that he hurriedly put something, my 
panties, back in the gym bag. He was pretty slick at it 
though. I was surprised he knew when I came back in the gym.

I nonchalantly strolled up to him.

"I always leave my bag open so my gym clothes will get air.  
You do not mind carrying them for me, you know, open like 
that, do you?"

My panties were on top and clearly visable.
  
Before he could answer I said, "Pick up my backpack too 
and lets go."

He picked them up. His books were in his backpack on his 
back. My gym bag was in one hand and my backpack in his 
other hand. That is why guys have two hands!

We walked out of the gym. There had already been whispers 
and gossip about us. You know the usual stuff like, "Jen 
has a new slave". "There goes Jen and her boy toy". "She 
is just using him". Well they are right, but really, boys 
are made for pretty girls to use! They were just adolescent 
remarks. They had no idea! I mean they are really naive.  
None of them, on their highest day of imagination, could 
dream of what I can do, and do, do, to boys! And I have 
been doing unmentionable things to guys, yeah, men too. 
I know how to, "Care for the opposite sex"!

Carrying my bags made him so happy. He carried my stuff 
with renued energy. I bet he would have tried to carry me
too if I had asked. Oh, he will get to! Boy Will he get to!

I practiced in front of a mirror. I practiced my various
smiles, my cute little twist, and my many looks. That
is the only real science a Goddess needs. Ask Mr. Rainey
one of my teachers. I could make good grades in his class 
and know nothing. Maybe I will use him more someday. Like 
really use him! Use him for a lot more than just a tongue 
fuck.

Do you wonder how I became the spoiled, sweet thing I am? 
I was born for it and raised in it. My mom is naturally 
demanding. My dad understands and treats my mom like the 
goddess she is. To look at him you would think he was 
totally into himself because he is so good looking. Not 
so, he lives for my mom, who is a real Goddess. Even as a 
little girl boys would come to my house to play. I insisted 
we play Princess/slave games. If they did not want to, or 
tired of my favorite game,they were not invited back and I 
did not play with them anymore.

I was really nice to Chad all the way home. I teased him
a lot. I would have jumped on his back and made him carry 
me but I was wearing a skirt. Maybe I will allow him to 
carry me tomorrow. I chatted and smiled alot. I giggled a 
lot too. I was so happy. I had me a slave for all of this 
year and maybe longer if I wanted him.

Mom was home when we arrived. I introduced him to my mom.
I thought I was going to have to close his mouth! Boys are
so stupid. Finally I said. "Chad, you are with me, remember?"

That embarrassed him. My mom laughed. I giggled then too.

"Mom we are going to look at English for a while. Chad is 
coming over tommorrow to help me study too. We have a big 
test next week."

"Jennifer, what is your room like?" 

Mom knew what my room was like. I have had no slave since 
summer. It has been cleaned since then though! But it is
still well, messy.

"Not bad mom, it will improve." I said with a giggle. Mom 
knew why I giggled.













