                    A Tribute to ME

                     Introduction

This is a story intertwined with, "Naturally Demanding but Nice".
While it is not necessary to have read that one first it would
be helpful. I have introduced Jennifer using a portion of the
first story. This one is being written due to the many emails
requesting an expansion on, "Naturally Demanding but Nice".

Jennifer is an only child of wealthy parents. She is blonde and 
beautiful. She has been pampered and spoiled all of her life. 
Is it any wonder she is conceited? Is it a surprise that she 
believes a guy should have a 10-90 relationship with her? She 
receiving the 90 while giving the 10, of course. She simply does
not date boys who appear unwilling to enter in this type of 
relationship. Jennifer knows what she wants. Jennifer gets what 
she wants. Some guys are always more than willing to help her 
in all ways they can.

This is a femdom story but is not about severe use of 
the male by the female. If you desire to read about
severe treatment, pain, torture, scatology, cbt, etc.  
Do not read this version. Instead read, "Naturally Demanding",
"An Ocean of Misery", or others I have written.
Please send feedback emails to wrighter4u@yahoo.com
 

                Chapter One

Have you ever known a girl who knew she was beautiful?
I am. I was a pretty baby, a cute little girl and grew
through adolescence without ever being unattractive. At
my ugliest time, I was pretty, naw, make that beautiful.
Some have it, some do not. If you have it, flaunt it! I 
buy the best cosmetics. I always dress appropriately, but 
tasteful. I reveal a little of something once in a while.  
Like to the owner of the pastry shop. I drive him mad 
with lust while really doing nothing. I may reveal a 
little extra of my 34b's, and on ocassion I will flash
my panties. Guys need to see something of a young lady. 
Not enough to think she is cheap or easy, but enough to 
make them interested, aroused, you know, makes them easy 
to own. Ownership is what this story is about. Ownership 
that may well be beyond your wildest dreams!

I am practicing controlling males. Boys, men of all ages.
You might say this is a study of the human male. The more
I practice, the better I get. I was born with the ability.
I have enhanced it tremendously. My mom has been a huge 
help too. I love it when I am controlling a guy, truly 
love it. I like the power so much that just thinking about 
it causes me to cream my panties. I have sooo much control 
over men and I am just a girl. Well, more than, "just", 
much more. They are becoming easier all the time. They 
simply have no chance. I think that is so cool, don't you? 
You may ask, "How can she do that"?  One word, "Beauty". I 
may very well be the worlds most beautiful creature. Am I 
conceited?. You bet your ass I am. I was born conceited. I 
was born to be worshipped. I was born to be served. Hey,
I am just naturally demanding.

I matured early. I am blessed with my pert little titties,
a 22 inch waist, and a gorgeous 36 inch ass. I like walking 
by a group of men, pulling out my mirror,and watch them 
watch me. I pretend to be looking at my hair. I always 
know what they are looking at! So I wiggle it a little 
for them. Some moves are always appreciated!

A man's brains is in his balls. They relocate there while 
a male is an adolescent and stay. That is why it hurts them 
so much to get kicked there! My mom told me that a long time
ago right after I had kicked a boy there and watched 
astonishingly as he doubled over in pain, sick at his stomach.
  
Did I tell you I have long blonde hair with natural light red 
streaks, yep, a strawberry blonde, all natural. I use no color
or highlights on my hair. I have a lot of it too. Don't you 
just hate blondes that are half bald, uggg. I am beautiful.
That, and just a little brains, is all that is required to own
a man's body and soul. Hey, I really like owning them, using 
them, allowing them to worship me. 

The noblest thing a guy can do is to serve me. The more 
specialized the service he performs for me, the more special 
he is to me! What all would you do for me?  Ha, I bet I 
could use everyone of you for the most degrading things. And
the more I used you, the more you would love me!

Did I tell you that I only trim my bush a little. Now, I have
no hair on my pussy, gross! I have a good healthy blonde bush 
and I am proud of it. I think it is sexy to have a few blonde 
pubes creaping out from under a bikini. Not any other color 
though! Dark pubes look cheap, red pubes make a girl look like 
she has a rash! But blonde pubes, make guys drool. Hey, that is
where the saying comes from, "Blonde girls rule, boys drool,
drool, drool"!
  
I just started to high school. Yeah, a freshman. My birthday is 
July 31th, a Leo!. I am not the oldest in my class but probably 
in the older 10 percent. That is good. Younger kids tend to be 
"followers". 

There are more than 2000 students in this school. This will 
be the last year that Freshmen go to high school. Next year 
this will be a junior high, grades seven through nine. Grades 
four through six will attend the old middle school building. 
It is not old though. They are switching the schools around. 
It will be a mess. We will have a brand new school though.
So I approve! I will tell you later about my name in the 
concrete! 
  
There are a lot of students who like me. All of the guys like 
me. Most girls think I am stuck up, to good for them, you know 
the types. Wellll, I am. When I walk by them, I push my chest 
out a little more, and tilt my head ever so slightly up and 
to the side away from them. I am nice though. If they say 
something to me, I always answer, even though what they say 
is usually kinda silly. Know what? They still like me enough
to vote for me for all of the important stuff. The upperclass
students like me more than the ones in my class, I think.
The ones in my class look up to me though.

There are a lot of jocks in my school. I do not date jocks.
They all think they are gods gift to women. Well they are
not. I do not waste my time with them. Just meaning I do not 
date them. I am pleasant. They vote for me for everything.
They would just be to difficult to use. I could do it. I can
do anything. It would require to much training. To many fights.
Like I am going to go through all that.

Now about nerds. Give me a nerd anytime. They do what I want,
the way I want, for as long as I want. I am not interested 
in long term relationships though. I change boys as often
as some girls change their panties.

Sometimes a guy expects more then I am going to give. I am 
a virgin. I will be when I get married too. I believe in that. 
Also I like to be worshipped. A guy does not worship the girl 
he is sticking his thing in. He is using her. I am the user, 
the guy is the usee! I have used guys a lot already. I loved
every minute of it. I have been using males since I was a 
little girl. That is what they are for. If a guy has no girl 
to use him, he simply is a waste. Just taking up space!

Wanna know how my name got in the concrete? Last year they
were pouring concrete. I was watching them. The construstion
site was all roped off with orange plastic fence. I was
dressed in a white pair shorts, pretty short to. They had
a cute pink strip down the outside of each leg. My top
was matching pink. I had a cute little pink and white scarf
loosly around my neck crossing over each of my pert little 
titties. My tennies were white with pink trim. I was eating
a chocolate pastry I had just purchased. An older guy, but hot,
saw me watching him. He was a foreman I guess, he was just 
standing around. He walked over to me. He was wearing no
shirt, was deeply tanned. He had lots of muscles too. I bet
he was a jock in school. Not the type I have a relationship
with. Nothing wrong with flirting and maybe using though.

"Hi I am Sam," he said politely. "To bad you are you a senior 
and will not get to go to the new school I am building."

"I am not a senior and I will be here at the start of next year."

I giggled as my chest swelled a little. He was standing in a
drainage ditch. His face was just even with my titties. He
was staring at them and not trying to hide the fact. I was
looking down at him. I already felt superior to him, that added
to the feeling.

It was easy to tell he liked what he saw. If he had known my
age he may not have been so sexy though. We flirted a few 
minutes until another cement truck arrived and he went back 
to work, Well back to watching. When the truck emptied he
walked over to me again. This time he did not step in the 
ditch. His heart probally could not take anymore stares at
my legs and titties. He talked some more then said, "Hey
I dropped a quarter when I was in the ditch."

He jumped into the ditch, bent over to pick up a quarter,
looked right at my panties. I did not move a muscle. I looked
down at him. He knew I was watching him look at me. Well
he only saw my panties! They were hip huggers, not even
scanties or thongs. I always wear panties like this when I 
get my pastry. Mr.Jones could not handle scanties!

"You must think I am pretty, do you?" I teased.

"Yes. you are pretty. You also like to tease a little to 
much." He said as he stepped out of the ditch.

"You were not complaining while you were staring". I said
in my flippant voice. The kind that kinda puts boys down.

He stared at me. I could tell he was trying to figure my 
age. He did not know wether to come on or run. I have
seen the look a few times. Those kind of looks from men
are coming with increased regularity though.

"You have not told me your name. Once a man sees a ladies
panties, she is obligated to tell him her name."

"Oh right!" I said with a mocking smile.

Another truck arrived. "Don't go away," he said with a 
smile. "I will be right back."

He was interested. He must be my dad's age. I hope my
dad is not like that. He certainly has never been while
around my friends. My mom would kill him!

I waited, I was enjoying the teasing. I was getting warm
though. I was not going to wait for him much longer. He 
was talking to a couple guys who were doing the work.

He came back smiling. He thinks he is gods gift to women.
I imagine a lot of women think so too I mused with a grin.

"Wellll------," he said looking into my eyes.

"well what?" I teased.

"What is your name, age, and phone number?"

"Like I am going to tell you all of that!" I replied, giving
my best serious look considering I was about to laugh out 
loud.

"Tell me all of that, and you can write your name in the 
concrete."

I could feel my eyes widen. My eyes are beautiful. I love
my eyes. But they always give me away. He missed nothing.
There was no point in being coy. He knew I wanted my name
in that concrete very badly. I promised myself I would
practice. I would learn to control my fickle eyes!

"OK, you promise, you will not renege?"

"Not if you tell me the truth."

"Like I am going to write someone else's name!"

"Yeah, I guess you are not," he smiled. 

He had a very nice smile. He was handsome alright. Just 
not my type. His type spells trouble. I would not control 
him so easily. Maybe when I am older.

I walked closer to the plastic guard fence, stopped and
looked at him. He removed his gloves and reached for me.
I allowed him to lift my cute little bod over the fence.
He lifted me over like I was weightless. I could not
help but notice the way his arms bulged as my feet 
cleared the fence. I also noticed he held on to me a few
seconds after I was firmly planted on the construction 
side. I smiled up at him.

He walked me over to a lower corner where I was going to 
write my name. I saw no one else on site. I did not panic.
It was broad daylight. High noon to be exact. Of course,
the workers were eating lunch.

"Here on the corner. It is just right for writing. Write
it low so it will not be so noticable and get either of 
us in trouble."

I knew which of us he was concerned about. See why I do 
not date jocks.

He watched as I printed my name, Jennifer Abdellaoui.
He told me I had a very beautiful name. A name of class.
I told him my age. He wilted for a full thirty seconds.
It was like I had passed a long prison sentence on him.
Although he was twice my age, he had become attracted 
to me. Maybe I could control a guy like him. I knew
not to try. My mom would really kill me, and my dad
would kill him. I started to give him my phone number.
He stopped me. 

"Jennifer you are a fantastically beautiful girl. You
look a lot older than you are. Be careful, all men are
not as nice as me. I have a daughter a little to close 
to your age. I am not sorry for looking, just sorry 
you are not older."

I looked over at a portable toilet. It was only a few 
yards away. 

"May I use that?" I said pointing to the john. 

"It is not nearly clean enough for a young lady of your 
class. But you may use it. Maybe I will have it enshrined."

He was smiling as he said that. I would have the last
smile though.

"Wait here and guard me." I said with a smile.

I was only in there a sec. I removed my pretty pink panties,
and put them in my cute little purse. I walked back to
him. I looked at him and gave him my best adult smile,
the one I had been working really hard on in front of my 
mirror.

"Here, these are for you." I said as I walked close to him.
I placed them in his hand and walked away without looking 
back. I heard him say, "You are really something."

I used the gate to exit and walked home, leaving my name
forever on the wall of my high school. We made a fair trade.
I knew I would have wet dreams of him. He would have wet
dreams of me too. I also knew they could never be more than 
dreams. 









