Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I am in no way associated with iCarly, Schneider's Bakery, Nickelodeon, MTV Networks, or Viacom. Any similarities of characters, places, or situations, real or fictional, are purely coincidental. This story is for my own entertainment and I make no claims of any type of ownership. However, please don't duplicate or replicate this story. I will not make any money from this story.
Warning: There may be depictions of sometimes-messy sexual or mildly violent situations. This story will include a lot of sex, a multitude of fetishes (nothing too extreme), female domination, mature conversations, and reluctance situations.
A/N: I use www dot lingo2word dot com to translate my sentences into text messages. Some of the text messages do not translate back to the regular sentences that I originally wrote, but I think you get the idea of what Miss Carly is telling Freddie.
Previously – In book 1 "iLifestyle," Carly, Sam, and Freddie had several erotic/flirtatious/sensual experiences. Freddie tells Carly and Sam that he is a nudist and is very submissive to women. Freddie asked Carly to be his Domme, she said yes. In book 2 "iScene," Mrs. Benson had her first Domme training class with Carly. Carly and Freddie sleep together and had their first scene. In book 3 "iCommit," Carly and Freddie got out of bed and showered. Mrs. Benson, Sam, and Carly spend part of the afternoon on base while the guys setup for and had the ceremony. That night they lost their virginity to each other. It's now a month later.
Chapter 1
iRule
Friday, 08:00, 16 September 2011
Relationship Day 112
Over the last few months, I have lost count of the times we had slept together, yet I still get butterflies whenever he is near. I am the only woman he has slept with, he is the only man I have slept with, and we have enjoyed it. He is the love of my life. We have shared each other's bed, we have explored each other body, and we have caused each other to have orgasms. I am on the pill and he always wears a condom when we start anything sexual. Everyone knows we are a couple, but not about our Dominance/submission relationship.
This is our first "big" weekend since that fateful Saturday night. It's not an anniversary or anything special about this weekend, but it is the end of our first full week of our senior year of school, and we need some rest and relaxation. I am a bit nervous as I am not sure what to expect, but knowing that I have taken time out of my busy schedule to plan what I will do to him is an awesome feeling. Even though I may strip him, spank him, tie him up and make him my puppet for a while, it's good to know that I am doing all of this just for him. I am going to have complete power over him this weekend, although he might punish me for it later. I know the power is not real, because he could overtake me in a matter of seconds. However, for this weekend, he will be totally submissive to me. For all practical purposes, he will be my slave. This weekend should be exciting. During school, I start sending text messages to Freddie reminding him of the rules for this weekend.
TIME: 08:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, dis w/e wl B yr tst of hw u realy feel bout seving Me.
TIME: 08:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, ea of d foLowN txt msgs wl info, instretns, or rlz dat must B folowd.
TIME: 09:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, d adults r gon 4t w/e.
TIME: 09:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, Im d Goddess +U shll treat MND manner I DzrV!
TIME: 10:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, Ull remain Nked n d hous ll tyms!
TIME: 10:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, ll 6ual activity S My discretion ll tyms!
TIME: 11:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, Ull B needed 2 do ll of d hous wrk!
TIME: 11:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, punishmnt wl B rcvd my discretion.
TIME: 12:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, ur nt 2 try n top frm d butt or ll of dis wl B ovr.
TIME: 12:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, f u uz d safeT wrd dis wl Nd n won't cv. yr safeT wrd S coward.
TIME: 13:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, Ull serve ll of My nEdz ll tyms no mr w dey r!
TIME: 13:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, f Sam visits, f her RQ S reasonable, Ull do it.
TIME: 14:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, Ill ariV 19:00. I Xpct dinA 2B ReD.
TIME: 14:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, u must figa ot on yr own w I12 e. btr gueS ryt!
TIME: 15:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, O1 pL8 d table, Ill in4m u whr Ull e.
TIME: 15:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, kip d apartmnt clean n organized.
TIME: 16:00 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, Ull nt mke Ny sounds or spk, unl spokN 2.
TIME: 16:30 TO: Freddie MESSAGE: dEr slave, Ull stay n d kneeling position 'til I sA othwz.
At 7 o'clock that evening, I walk in, still in my school clothes, and stand in the center of the living room. I watch him remove his cooking apron, and I suppress my giggles as I watch his genitals jiggle as he walks towards me. Then he stops and stands there. "Mistake number one my slave, now get on your knees and greet me appropriately." He kneels. "Stand up." He stands up and I walk around him and slowly run my right hand over his body. He dares not move, and this pleases me. "You know how to stand for your inspection." I continue to run my hand over him. I pinch his nipples and pull them. I run my nails over his ass. I stop and smack his ass, almost causing him to loss his balance.
"Wow Miss Carly," he said.
SMACK….a harder slap right on his tender ass. "Freddie, there are rules. You know you need to address me as Goddess, was that not clear?" I demand with authority.
"I am sorry, Goddess, I will work very hard to please you," he admits with sincerity.
I kiss him gently on the mouth, assuring him that I was not angry. "Remember, this weekend you are my plaything. We have discussed this. You know the rules. I will punish you later for breaking them. What's for dinner?"
He escorts me to the kitchen table. I look at the candle lit table and smile. I sit down and command, "Start serving diner." I taste the drink and it is cold and crisp. He brings a hot plate of my favorite chicken dinner. It smells divine, "You can eat also." He prepares his on plate and seats to my left.
I finish my meal and push the plate away, "The food was very good. Now clean the kitchen."
I go and watch TV from the couch. I hear him cleaning the kitchen. After he finishes, he kneels next to me, and waits.
I instruct him to "Go to my bedroom, and wait. I will be up there shortly." He heads upstairs. I leave the apartment to go to our storeroom in the building basement to get my black bag of toys that I did not want Freddie to find while he was cleaning the apartment. I return and change out of my school clothes in the living room. I am wearing black open-toed spiked heels with straps that crisscrossed over my feet and all the way up my legs to my knees. A short cheerleader like skirt made of black leather. A strong breeze would blow this skirt upward, and would show the world I am not wearing panties. A black tight leather corset clings to my body and pushes my breasts upward revealing some cleavage. I inspect the rooms downstairs. I pick up my black bag, the leather paddle, and head upstairs. I enter my bedroom and find him kneeling on the floor awaiting me. I drop the black bag on the floor in front of him. He looks up at me and is amazed by my new look. "I did not give you permission to look at me. It is time for your punishment. Stand up." I walk him to the ice cream sandwich bench that Spencer made for me, "Resume the position. There will be no more pain for you as long as you behave."
He steps over to it and lies face down on it.
I caress his back and told him about the mistakes that I found. "Disrespectful behavior towards me, looking at me without permission, and mistakes in cleaning. I say ten spanking for each." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He had tears falling from his eyes, but he did not make a sound. I push him off the bench.
He returns to the kneeling position with his head down.
I kneel in front of him. My left knee of the floor and my right knee near his face. My leather mini skirt slides up and he can see I am not wearing panties. I use my finger to lift his chin to bring his face up. I look at him and tell him, "It's now time to start training you to worship me in the manner that I deserve. But first, a quick review of my laws that will be important this weekend."
"My first law is, as long as it is not illegal, I want you naked at all time."
"My second law is, all sexual activity is at my discretion. I will determine the time, place, and manner sex will be done. This includes when you can masturbate. If I determine that you have masturbated without permission, I will cage your penis and balls with this chastity belt." I pull the chastity belt from the black bag and show it to him. "It will stay on you unless I feel the urge to use you for my pleasure. Always have condoms nearby."
"My third law is, punishment will be at my discretion."
"My fourth law is, we will be truthful and honest with each other at all times. Cheating, lying, or keeping secrets will be punished."
"My fifth law is, aggressive or inconsiderate behavior will be punished."
"My sixth law is, if a friend, or Sam, visits and they have a reasonable request, you will do it."
"My seventh law is, your safe word is coward."
"My eighth law is, when we are in your home you are in charge, but otherwise I am in charge."
"For this weekend, you will be required to do all of the house work."
"For this weekend, you will serve all of my needs at all times no matter what they are."
"For this weekend, you will not to try to influents me in my decisions. You will follow my orders to the letter."
"For this weekend, you will not make any sounds or speak, unless spoken too." I pull the leather ball gag that Sam used when she hogtie him at school. "If you say anything that displeases me, you will wear this for the rest of the weekend. The only time I will remove it is when I believe you need to eat, and then it will go back on."
"For this weekend, you will stay in the kneeling position until I say otherwise."
"For this weekend, you will thank me for any teaching and punishing you receive."
He said, "Thank you Goddess for teaching and punishing me."
I reach into my black bag and bring out two leather anklets and two leather bracelets, "Freddie, puts these on and I want you to wear them all weekend. Then lay on your back on the bench." I watch him attach the leather anklets to his legs, the leather bracelets to his wrists, and then he lies on the bench. I attach each to an attachment point on each of the bench's legs near the floor. I over his eyes with a silk blindfold. I stand and look at him.
There is just something to be said for a man being tied down. I got next to his ear, "This weekend, nothing matters except you, me and the sound of my voice," I tell the tied-up and exposed Freddie Benson. I now had my man at my mercy and I was feeling excited by this power. "You look delicious spread on my bench, and I am going to reward you later for your obedience. Now, I need you to stay still. Just relax for the night slave. Oh my little boy, you are so sexy lying there. So vulnerable for the taking." I kiss his lips. I move my kisses around his nose, cheeks, neck, and even light kisses on his blindfolded eyes. I move down to his chest and lightly kissed each nipple and started sucking and biting them. I pay a great deal of attention to each. With each of his moans and hisses he made, I become hornier. I had to remind myself to stick on the plan.
I move and lie down on my bed, and grab the remote to turn on the TV to watch a porno DVD. He being good and remains quiet. A scene in the porno gives me an idea for something I have never done.
"Freddie." I jump out of my bed excited to try this idea. I step over his body, and set down on his waist. "Tell me about ... hickeys," as I lean over him.
"Yes Goddess. Hickeys, or love bites," I kiss his cheek, "are bruises caused by passion." I kiss his shoulder. "To some, a hickey is a temporary mark of love. Sort of like a red tattoo." I kiss his left nipple. "The best spot you can put a good hickey on is the neck, because it has more blood vessels under the skin." I kiss his right nipple. "It's also an exposed area, so people will be able to see it. Many people use hickeys as a mark of possession, to show that they 'own' their partner. The hickey tells the world that I trust my girlfriend enough to let her hurt my neck."
"Freddie, do you trust me?"
"Yes Goddess. What you do is put your mouth against the side of the neck, in a kissing shape." I go for his neck. "You ... leave .. your . mouth slightly open in the middle, as if you're saying the letter 'O'. You suck the skin into your mouth, and causing the blood vessels to break. It may take 30 seconds. If you really aren't good at suction, you can nibble with your teeth. That is a last resort; you're just gnawing the skin to make it red. If not, try again over the same area. Once you're done, gently kiss the mark you've made. The hickey may last up to a week."
I examine the redist hickey, and I like the results. I give the hickey a kiss and his lips another kiss. I just lie on top of Freddie with my head on his chest, my arms around his neck, and just listen to the movie. "I'm not to heave lying on top of you, am I?"
"No Goddess. I just wish I could wrap my arms around you."
"Not at this time. I want you to get used to being restrained."
When the movie ends, I tell Freddie, "It is time for us to sleep." I kiss him on the lips, and put my finger to his lips to remind him he cannot talk or make any sounds. "Yes my slave, this is how you will sleep tonight." I roll off Freddie, strip out of my clothes, turn off the lights, and crawl into bed.
Coming next Friday: "I may scare you a little but I will never hurt you. You will always be safe with me in charge."