                     A Tribute to ME 
                   
                      Chapter Eight

I went straight to my video camera, hooked it to my tv an watched
my recording. I giggled as I watched his nose wrinkle from the
awful stink. Then that worshipful look came over his face. He knelt 
down in front of my toilet and slowly lowered his head into the 
commode. His right hand went to his thing. I marveled at how far 
his head was inside my toilet. After a few minutes he surfaced. 
His hair was dripping wet. His head had been all the way in! There 
were no brown stains on his lips but there was a little brown spot 
on his nose. I smiled as I reviled in my knowledge of power over 
Chad. He really worshipped me I thought as my hand went to my g spot. 
When a guy worships a girl the way Chad worships me, anything is 
possible! Chad was going to be one used guy!

I knew I would use Chad more than I had ever used anyone before. 
He was made for lots of use, even abuse. I would have no problems 
doing that because he meant nothing to me. He was smart, to smart. 
He was very kind and considerate. But he was different, I suppose 
that is why he was such a good slave. I would use him until he 
could take it no more and move on or well, we won't think about 
that. Either way, I will get me another slave to replace Chad when 
the time comes. Don't you dare think bad things about me. I am a
very sweet and proper young lady. But if a girl reaps no benefits
from being gorgeous, she may as well have been born ugly. Wellll,
don't you agree?

I went to the movies with some of my girlfriends. The only time I
thought of Chad was when I needed to go pee. I had to leave in 
the middle of the movie. It was very dark in there. I think I 
could have peed in Chad's mouth. Boy that would have shocked my 
friends! When Chad and I go to a movie, we will go to a drive-in.
Maybe I will allow him to take me to a drive-in next week-end.
Technically I will take him, since I will drive. Chad has no car.
With a mouth and tongue like Chad's, a boy does not need a car!

I got a lot of questions about Chad from my girlfriends. They 
were surprised I was going with him. I told them we were just 
friends. I told them Chad liked to do things for me. One of my 
friends said. "Yeah, I bet!"

I could not resist. I told them Chad had cleaned my bedroom, 
bathroom, and mowed our lawn. My mom had warned me several times 
to never discuss my boyfriends and their devotion to me. I later 
learned why. My error speeded the loss of my most devoted slave.
I was glad I never told them about anything else. None of them
will ever have a slave. That is to bad. Most girls can not
handle it. Their emotions get in the way. I was never prouder
of the way mom had taught me. I knew how to use the male for
the purpose they were put on earth for, slave to the female.
Mom has told me that there are far more male slaves than there
are females who know how to use them. There are at least fifty 
guys I know who have slave potential. I mean ones I am sure of.
Maybe one or two are being used in a small way. I do not believe
any of them are being fulfilled as is Chad. He is so lucky, I 
thought with a smile!

Chad was right on time, to the minute. This boy was really 
learning how to serve. I let him in. He hit the floor and kissed 
both of my feet. When he raised up, I gave him a quick kiss and 
sent him upstairs to clean. I had left my clothes where I removed 
them. My slave would enjoy picking them up, especially my wet 
panties. 

Can you believe there was an article in the paper last month about 
break-ins. Yeah, break-ins. The only items missing were soiled 
panties! Some panty freak was stealing ladies undergarments. Chad 
would not have to do that. He had plenty to clean. My mom and I 
would see to that. 

I sneaked upstairs, Chad had my panties in his mouth just a 
scrubbing my tub. I smiled as I left my room. He never knew I was 
there.

When I got back in the hall I called out to him.

"Chad, my mom will be gone all week on a photo shoot. She told 
me to take care of the cleaning while she was gone. Will you do 
that for me? Go in their bedroom, do as you did for me. Clean 
the bathroom too, Chad. I think we have time if you work fast."

I went downstairs, never giving him a chance to answer. A 
slave's answers are not important anyway.

I was waiting for him when he came down stairs. I gave him a 
kiss on his forehead. My slave had been working hard for me. I 
stood there a few seconds looking at him. Finally I looked down. 
He knew what he had forgotten. He got on his knees and kissed 
each of my shoes.

"Chad, hon, you really should ask permission to remove my shoes 
so you could kiss my feet. ------"Well?"---- 

"May I kiss you feet, Goddess Jennifer?" He asked with a smile
that was not a servile expression.

"Yes, slave, you may." I told him in my best haughty voice complete
with smug expression.

When I thought he had paid sufficient homage to my feet I told him 
to get up and get my backpack and gym bag. I thought about making 
him give me a piggyback ride to school but I knew that would not 
do at all. 

To bad there is not a femdom town we could be a part of. Wouldn't 
that be cool? A whole town where men could be the slaves of women! 
My mom said she envisioned a society where all men were slaves 
from birth. As soon as they were old enough they became servants 
of little girls. I have had dreams of that since I was very young. 
Her stories are where a lot of my princess/slave games came from. 
I had a little slave boy when I was three. He was five. He pulled 
me around in my wagon. My mom made the cutest little harness for 
him to wear. The tongue of the wagon fastened to the harness. 
There were even reins attached to a leather bar in his mouth. She 
later gave me a small whip to use on him when needed. Well I 
thought he needed it a lot. :) His mom complained she said,"when 
he came to play with me he was always coming home with these 
marks." :)

Chad was my devoted slave all week. There were more and more 
remarks being made. The kids here were into harsher remarks 
than middle school students. I guess they new more about games 
I played from the internet. Of course they had no idea the 
depth of my games. 

Chad continued to be devoted to me. I used him more all the 
time. He cleaned at my house every morning and every evening. 
He was at his house just long enough to sleep. When Friday 
came I ask Chad if his parents would let him spend the 
week-end with me. I did not tell him but there was so much 
that needed to be done. Also, I wanted to take him deeper 
into slavery. 

Chad thought he was in heaven when I asked him. He thought
I loved him. Silly boy! 

He called me as soon as he got home Friday evening after a 
hard four hours of work.

"I had to talk a lot, but they agreed. My brother complained 
because he was doing his work and mine too. He does not 
understand dating a goddess."

I giggled all the while he was telling me this. He also made 
confessions of his love and devotion to me. I pressed harder 
and harder on my g spot. Chad would have extra wet panties to
eat Saturday morning.

"Chad, hon, you may come as early as you choose. Do not awaken 
me though. You may clean everywhere except my room. Don't 
vacuum upstairs either. I like sleeping late on week-ends. I 
know you will want to start serving me early. We are going to 
have so much fun this week-end. I love having you as my slave."

"I love being your slave, Jennifer. There is nothing I would 
not do for you, nothing."

"Like, WOW! I thought. I merely said, "Thank you Chad."

I thought about what he had just said and how he said it. There 
was pure devotion in his voice. I was a real goddess to him. He
was in for some real use this week-end. I have always wanted to 
know what depths and what depravity a guy would sink to please 
and satisfy a beautiful girl. My mom has told me several times 
there was no limit, although some had limits. I wonder if Chad 
had a limit?

Dad would be out of town this week-end too. I did not tell Chad 
that. There was no reason too. He may not ask,just think dad was 
late in getting in. I will tell him only if it becomes appropriate.
I looked at the house. It was pretty clean. I fixed me a sandwich.
I paid no attention to the crumbs that dropped. I spilled a little 
on purpose. A busy slave is a happy slave. I was going to make
sure Chad was in a constant state of euphoria!

I went to the mall. I may go to the movies, or maybe bowling.
Yeah, bowling. I know I will not bump into Chad there. I bet he
goes to bed early and wanks off thinking of me. I giggled to
myself. There is nothing like having a slave. The more you can do 
to them, the more special it is, mom says. She also has made it 
clear that there are two different kinds of slaves. One you 
pretend with just enough to keep him hooked. The other you do 
not abuse, well except for the ring. That is not abuse and is 
necessary if it is to be a very special relationship. Mom says
dad is the only guy she ever ringed. Mom does not use dad, rather
dad is very attentive to her. He does not think of being mom's 
slave. He is devoted to her. They love each other very much.
Their's is the kind of marriage I will have someday when I
meet the right person. Chad is most definitely not that person.
Chad is my slave and exist for my pleasure. Boy will I use him!
You know when I told you I was not sadistic? Well, maybe I am,
just a wee bit. Giggle

I remember when I first noticed the scratches on dad's back and
knew it was from mom's nails. I asked her about it and she told me
those were love marks and would tell me more when I was older.
She told me one day. She explained that the marks on dad once in 
awhile was because dad had "lit her fire" and she had reached an 
intense orgasm. She told me it happens when two people truly love 
each other. She said I would understand when the time was right.
She also explained, and I noted, they could be signs that the girl 
had reached orgasm and was not concerned with the guys well being, 
and well, just did it because she could do it and get away with it.
It showed power. Power the female exerts over the male. :) Chad
is a male.




















