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: This originally was Chapter 17 of the "iLifestyle" book. I decided to break the "iLifestyle" book into several smaller books. "iLifestyle" is book one. "iScene" is book two. This is Chapter one of book three, "iCommit."

Previously - From book 1 "iLifestyle," Sam hogtying Freddie at school became the trigger that brought out Carly's erotic side and for her to see Freddie as more than her best guy friend. During that weekend; 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, and they talked about this type of lifestyle. Freddie asked Carly to be his Domme, and she said yes. Carly asks Spencer to mentor Freddie in the art of sex. Mrs. Benson, Carly, and Freddie had Sunday lunch to explain Carly/Freddie Dominance/submissive relationship to Spencer. Mrs. Benson and Spencer had the sex talk with Carly and Freddie. From book 2 "iScene," Mrs. Benson and Carly started having weekly "Domme training" classes. Carly and Freddie sleep together for the first time. Carly and Freddie sleep together and had their first scene/sex act.

Chapter 1

iMorning

Saturday morning, 13 August 2011

Relationship Day 78

On non-school nights, Freddie and I will usually sleep together. He is definitely a morning person and normally wakes up before me. I think he just loves to watch me sleep in his arms, but he would never take advantage of me. He father raised him to be gentleman, and I reward him with kisses and in other pleasurable ways. This morning, I wake up to see him standing at the window, silhouetted against the morning sun. As I watch him, I wonder if he realizes how sexy he is. I see his eyes are close as he faces the sunrise. I quietly get out of the bed, naked, and come up behind him. There is no reason for me to be shy around him anymore. I slowly put my arms around his waist, stand on my toes, and place a soft kiss upon his ear, "Good morning, how do you feel?"

Smiling and slightly blushing, Freddie turns around and faces me with a soft grin. "I'm fine Miss Carly. Good morning to you," he replies and smiles, "have I told you lately how beautiful you are?"

I move my arms up around his neck and close my eyes. I feel his strong, yet gentle, arms wrap around my body as we press our lips together. Smiling softly, I feel him hold me tight against his nude body. I break the kiss and he picks me up in his arms, causing me to squeal with delight as he carries me back to my bed. Freddie lays me gently down and covers us with the bed sheet. He carefully pushes my hair off my face and kisses my temple then he pulls me close. He lies on his back and I am on my side with my head resting on his shoulder and my breast press against his chest. He has learned that I like to cuddle under the covers. I think he just loves to have me naked in his arms, but he would never take advantage of me.

As the sun moves higher in the sky, we hold each other tight, and we talk about what we will be doing this afternoon and this evening, and about how this ritual will bind us together for all eternity.

I look at the clock and realize Spencer should be waking up downstairs. As early as it is for a Saturday morning, I just want to stay in bed and forget about the rest of the world. However, I tell him softly, "Freddie, we must shower and stop hiding," and I kiss him on the cheek. We go over to the bathroom that adjoins my bedroom. He opens the shower door, turns on the hot water, and we step in.

He washes my hair with shampoo, massages my scalp, and then he rinses my hair clean. He picks up the sponge and he gently starts scrubbing my body beginning with my arms, then around my shoulders and neck. He goes down my back, around, and up my stomach to my breasts, where he lingers until I slap his hands. He kneels down in front of me, and runs the sponge around each leg. I turn around to let him wash my buttocks, then I turn back so he can wash the last part of my body, he lingers until I slap his hands again. We just don't have time this morning.

With Freddie on his knees, I wash his hair with shampoo, massage his scalp, and then I rinse his hair clean. He stands and I pick up the sponge and start scrubbing his body beginning with his arms, then around his shoulders and neck. I go down his back, around, and up his stomach to his chest. I kneel down in front of him, and run the sponge around each leg. He turns around to let me wash his buttocks, and then he turns around so I can wash the last part of his body. He did not object to me lingering, but we just don't have time this morning.

I stand and lean against the shower wall and I order him, "Freddie, a little stubble has grown back. Shave me."

"Yes Miss Carly."

With my legs spread apart, he kneels in front of me. His eyes are at just the right height and I see that he is very aroused. I can see that part of him was throbbing and twitching. He leathers me up and very slowly and carefully removes the little stubble that has grown back. He makes sure to touch and stimulate my clit every chance he can. When he finishes and had me all smooth and clean, I was ready for more. We have a little bit of time this morning for this.

He sits down the shaving blade and he starts tonguing and fingering me. I was well on my way to a very good morning orgasm. Soon I was holding myself up on his shoulders and my body lets out a very deep moan as I reach the first of what I hope would be many more orgasms I plan to have this weekend. Afterwards, I say as casually as I can, "After we dry off, you need to shave and I will get dress, then we will go downstairs."

We dry each other off and we brush our teeth. He stays in the bathroom and shaves. I return to my bedroom, brush my hair, apply some makeup, and decide I only need to wear my pink terry robe and slippers.

We go downstairs, hand in hand, to check on Spencer, who should be making breakfast, and most likely Sam, who will be waiting to eat it.

Coming next Friday: "Marissa, Carly," she says smiling and walking from behind the podium to give Mrs. Benson, then me a hug. "I'm so glad to see you girls. Carly is this Sam?" she asks smiling.