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.