Disclaimer and warning: See chapter 1.

Previously – In 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. 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 and Carly started having weekly "Domme training" classes. Carly and Freddie sleep together and then had their first scene/sex acts. Freddie helps Carly celebrate her birthday. In Book 3 "iCommit," Mrs. Benson, Sam, and Carly spend part of the afternoon on base while the guys setup for the ceremony, and that evening, they had the collaring ceremony. That night they lost their virginity to each other. In Book 4 "iGoddess," A month after the ceremony, Goddess Carly starts testing Freddie to see how submissive he is, and how far they can go with that part of their relationship. Melanie, Sam, Shelby, Wendy, and Tasha arrived and Chef Sonia prepared Freddie for dinner. After the party, Carly rewards Freddie. In Book 2 "iScene" Carly and Freddie had a mid-night storm scene, and then the next day, they had some stress reliving sex. Carly was injured in a stage accident, and Freddie freaked out a little. Carly explains her ideas about Freddie's exercise program.

Chapter 9

iCop

Sunday evening, 3 August 2014

Relationship Day 1164

After spending the last few hours watching TV, I find myself thinking that I should do something about my sex and TV addictions, but then I get distracted from that thought by Freddie entering and closes the door of our small college apartment. He sees me. He sees what I am wearing. He drops his duffel bag next to the door. I grab him by the arms and push him face first against the wall. Freddie's forehead hits the wall with a soft thud. Freddie and I plan most parts of our life together, because he has some doubts about my real-world planning abilities. He does trust me with the sex, oh does he ever, so he only playfully struggles.

"God Miss Carly, but it's good to be home," Freddie says while trying to look over his should to get another look at my costume.

My costume is a sexy cop uniform. It's to remind him that I demand law and order, and that he better not confuse his rank with my authority. This uniform is nothing but a black mini-dress with buttons down the front. The buttons allow me to reveal a lot of cleavage. A matching police cap and service belt, with handcuffs and a nightstick attached, and a pair of outrageous boots complete the outfit. I tell him his rights. "You have the right to remain silent." I raise both of his arms above his head. "Anything you say or do will be held against you … in my bedroom." My black-leather 6-inch stiletto-heel platform-boots give me the height advantage to hold his arms above his head, but my hands just aren't big enough, but it's not like Freddie is going to fight me. "You do have the right to beg for mercy." I know he enjoys being manhandled like this, and I start to frisk him with my free hand. "Do you understand these rights?" I reach around his body and grab him tight between his legs, and I feel that he understands his rights.

"Miss Carly, are we playing Cops and Robbers?" Freddie asks in an exacted tone.

I spin him around and give him a wicked smirk. I reply, "More like Cock and Rubbers."

Using my free hand, I slowly start to undo the buttons on his uniform coat with its pixilated tan, grey and green tiger stripes with blue lettering. With the buttons undone, I push his sand colored T-shirt up so I can run my hand over his chest and abdomen. He wriggles and giggles when my fingers run over his stomach. Otherwise, all he can do is lean his head forward and rest on my shoulder.

"You were gone forever," I quietly tell him. I slowly move my hand across his chest, deliberately dragging my nails across his skin. "I missed you," I whisper.

"Miss Carly, it was only for a month," as he buries his face in my hair.

I feel him kissing my neck. "Felt like forever," I whisper in his ear while breathing in his scent, that now includes earth, pine trees, and sweat.

"Miss Carly, it felt like forever for me too," Freddie says, wriggling a little.

With me holding his hands above his head, he can't do much but relax and enjoy. I order him to, "keep your hands above your head." I release his hands and I bite my lower lip as I loosen his sand-colored rigger's belt, and unbutton his trousers to reach inside to take a hold of that which belongs to me. With my first touch, Freddie lets out a sigh of pleasure and leans against the wall. I kneel down in front of him; bring his trousers and boxers down with me. "Hello Little Freddie," I say to a certain part of him, "I have missed playing with you." I touch him. Freddie trembles slightly. I lean forward and do more than just place a kiss on that sensitive part of him that hasn't been used in a month.

A drawn out moan escapes his lips. Freddie's hands could not stay above his head. He pushes the cop cap off and run his fingers in my hair to pull me closer to him.

I pull back. "I told you to keep your hands up. You know that if you keep disobeying orders, I'm going to have to discipline you," I reprimand him with my commanding officers voice that I learned from my father.

Freddie whines back at me. "Miss Carly, for God's sake, you can tie me up later. Please go back to what you're doing?"

"Like you really have a choice." I open wide, take him back in, and bring him to the edge of an orgasm.

"Please Goddess," Freddie cries out, "I'm begging for mercy."

I draw back and look up at him, "Of course you will." I watch Freddie as he breathes in deeply and swallows hard as he looks down at me. Even after all this time, my hands and lips still have an incredibly powerful effect on him.

"Please Goddess, it's been so long," he rasps.

"Turn around and assume the position," I command.

"Please Goddess," he begs.

I stand back from him to give him the space to turn around. Freddie turns without protest. "Hands on the wall or I will restrain you," I growl in his ear. My boy knows how to assume the position and wait for further instructions. It's back to Cops and Robbers, "It's time for your strip search."

I help him remove his coat, T-shirt, green suede combat boots and green socks along with his trousers and boxers.

When he is free of the clothes, I press myself against Freddie's back as my hands leisurely moves down to frisk more interesting parts of his body. "I'm sorry if this is causing you any ... discomfort, but I have to be thorough. My pleasure may depend on it," as I continue frisking Freddie's body. He can't stop the trembles that run through him. "Bend over," I command, finding it very enjoyable staying in character as my eyes inspect Freddie's body. Enjoying the view, I pat each ass, and give each a squeeze. He gives me a nice grunt. I remove the nightstick from my service belt, "Spread 'em wide," as I use the nightstick to smack his inter-thighs. I am sure Freddie would have preferred me to be naked by now, but since this is my plan, he will wait. "Wait right here," I order him.

I pull on a medical exam glove with a snap. I pop open a bottle of lube and squeeze some on my gloved fingers. "Time for the body cavity search."

"Miss Carly, are you serious?" Freddie asks in shock, "Here!"

"Yes," I say with a growl. I grab his ass, "This spot is virgin territory."

"Yes Miss Carly."

I reach around him with one hand and start to manhandle his manhood. Enjoying the feeling he is experiencing and knowing that I want to do this, he sticks his ass out, showing me he wants me to continue. With my lube covered finger, I rub at the entrance to his ass and gently push into him. I work my finger in and out of him to loosening him up. Pulling my finger back out, I add some more lube to push two fingers in.

Freddie leans his face on his arms against the wall, taking in deep breaths.

I slowly continue to let him get used to the sensations I am causing. With my soothing voice in his ear, "How does it feel Freddie?"

Moaning he says, "Oh Goddess, it's uncomfortable, but feels so good. I want to cum so bad."

"Oh no not yet." I press a third finger in and pick up the pace. Freddie starts moving at my pace.

He is breathing depth, fast, and hard. He moans, "Oh Goddess! Is this how it felt that time I did you in the ass?"

Working my fingers in, he starts pushing back against me wanting to feel me deeper in him. "Oh I don't know, but I like playing with you. I enjoy watching you struggle to hold your organism until I give you permission."

Moaning as he begs, "Please Goddess, no more. Please let me in you. Please."

I watch him moan in desire I continue to tease him with just my fingers. I watch him become more frantic with each thrust. Slowing my thrusts into him, I ask, "You want to cum Freddie?"

He eagerly answers, "Yes Goddess yes. Please, I want to experience the pleasure of being in you."

I whisper in his ear, "I want you to stand absolutely still until I give you permission, you understand me Freddie?"

"Yes Goddess, but I can barely hold it," he practically screams.

I carefully pull my fingers out of him and toss the glove away. I remove one of several condoms from the breast pocket of my costume, tear it open, and roll it on the not so little Little Freddie. I lean forward and kiss him on his ear and say, "Ok, you can moovvveeee ..."

He twists around, picks me up by my hips, and shoves me against the wall with a hard thud. He presses the quick release on the service belt, and before it even hits the floor, the buttons on the front of my mini-dress go flying as he rips open my uniform.

He thrusts that which belongs to me, deep into me, and he keeps thrusting it in me all evening.

Cries of pleasure are heard by our neighbors.

Coming next Friday? The next chapter in Carly and Freddie's life together will be in the book "iServe."