Disclaimer and warning: See chapter 1.

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. In this book, it's now a month later and Goddess Carly starts testing Freddie to see how submissive he is, and how far they can go with that part of their relationship. The next morning.

Chapter 2

iControl

Saturday, 06:00, 17 September 2011

Relationship Day 113

I hit the alarm clock to turn that dam thing off. I crawl out of bed, and release Freddie from the ice cream sandwich bench. I order him to, "Take a shower, wake me at 8 o'clock, and I want breakfast in bed." I crawl back into bed and quickly fall back to sleep.

Freddie kisses me to wake me up. Breakfast is ham, scrambled eggs, toast, grapes, an apple, orange juice, and my pack of birth control pills. I tell him to "Get the master bathroom ready, I want to take a relaxing bath." He quietly leaves my bedroom and goes to dad's bathroom. I turn on the radio, take my pill, and start eating breakfast. I check my phone for any messages.

FROM: Shelby MESSAGE: Got n l8 lst nyt n no fyt S scheduled dis w/e. NEfin fun hapNg.

TO: Chef Sonia, Melanie, Sam, Shelby, Tasha, Wendy MESSAGE: He's bn a gud boy. d ll gal pRT wl B CFNM. dr$ appropriately.

FROM: Shelby MESSAGE: CFNM?

TO: Shelby MESSAGE: Clothed Female Naked Male

FROM: Shelby MESSAGE: huz Nked? w do I wear?

TO: Shelby MESSAGE: Freddie's Nked. brng somit SxC +U cn chng wen u gt hre.

FROM: Shelby MESSAGE: Ill B der.

He returns with my pink terry robe and slippers. He helps me out of my bed, into the robe, and walks with me to the master bathroom. He has the bathtub filling up with hot water and soap bubbles. The water jets are running, and about a dozen lit candles are around the room. He helps me out of the robe, and into the bath. He quietly leaves, and I just relax in the bath.

About half hour later, he is kneeling next to my bathtub. I ask him, "Where did you go?"

"My Goddess, I remade your bed, and cleaned up breakfast."

"Good. The weatherman on the radio said that it would be raining this afternoon, so we are staying in today. Lay out some clothes for me."

"Yes Goddess, any clothing in particular."

"Something casual. Then come back and help me out of the bath."

"Yes Goddess."

He returns in less than 10 minutes. He helps me out of the bath, dried me off, and back into my terry robe and slippers. "Get our school books out, and we'll do our school work on the couch. I can't believe we have a history project the first week of school."

"Yes Goddess," and he heads downstairs.

I find laying on my bed one of my brightly colored short skirts, my white silk tank top with the rather low neckline, and my tennis shoes. This skirt will show off my bare legs, and this tank top will reveal that I am not wearing a bra. He didn't lay out any panties. I dress and head downstairs. I find Freddie kneeing at the bottom of the stairs.

We are seating on the floor in front of the couch and using the coffee table as our desk to work on our school project. After a few hours of this, "Freddie, this is boring. We can finish this later, but right now I need some entertainment."

He gently takes my hand, and pats the couch with his other hand. He has his 'I have a fun idea' smile. I hop up onto the couch, and he positions himself on his knees in front of me. He didn't say a word. He spreads my legs, lifts my skirt, and gave himself access to my vagina. He slowly starts licking, sucking, and fingering and within a minute, he had me shaking with my first orgasm. He didn't slow down, and kept going until I had my second. After this one, he did slow down, but didn't stop. It took a little longer, but he slowly builts me up to a third. This one was mind shattering. I shook for what must have been a full minute, before going completely limp. He continues to lick me.

"Stop, Freddie. Just hold me." He quickly complies. We end up cuddling on the couch. I feel completely safe and very relaxed with his arms around me. After a half hour or so, I tell him, "Oh Freddie, thank you. It makes me want to play with you a bit more," but before he could start something, "but it's time for lunch, so make something good."

Lunch was rather uneventful. We talk about iCarly, school, our future, and some of the activities I want to do for the rest of today and tomorrow, but I didn't tell him about the all girl party. I did tell him I want to finish the history project, and I want to read some more of that book, but I didn't tell him it is the book that his mother gave me.

After we finish eating, I watch him as he washes the dishes. He looks so cute the way he completely focuses on doing something so ordinary that I feel like I need to distract him. I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around him. I take a moment to feel and smell his bare skin as I tighten my arms around him. I lightly play my fingertips over his nipples. Freddie then gasps as I move my hands down his body. Freddie places a dinner plate on the drying rack, but leaves his hands on the countertop, and leans back as he spreads his legs, his unspoken plea to continue. He doesn't say anything, but I know he wants my fingers to play with him. I answer Freddie's silent wish and lightly play with his manhood. Freddie moans as he feels my fingernails slide along the underside of his shift. My fingers continue down where I tease his balls. I gently lift them in my palm, feeling their weight and then gently play with them. I enjoy the whimper that Freddie is making. With a final playful squeeze, I discontinue the play and wrap my arms tight around him. We stay that way for a few moments for him to regain his composure. Afterwards, I just watch over his shoulder as he finishes the dishes.

The first thing I do after we leave the kitchen is tell him to get dressed, and to use the stairs to go to the lobby and check our mailboxes. While he is gone, I get the step letter and run some cables through the eyebolts that Spencer installed in the overhead beams some weeks ago. I also change clothes.

He returns and finds me sitting in the armchair, and I look at him in anticipation. He can see I am now dressed in black 4-inch heels and in my red cotton spaghetti strap maxi-dress that I know he likes because he says it 'hangs on my kissable shoulders, clings and shows off my breasts, and spreads out as it flowed down my body.' I point for him to stand in the center of the living room. I order him with a smile, "Take off your clothes, slowly, so I can enjoy the show." I pick up my glass, filled with ice tea, pull my legs onto the armchair, and swing around sideways to face him more directly. I sip my ice tea with my mouth as I drank in his body with my eyes as he removes his clothes. I think to myself, why did I deny myself this pleasure for so long? What more could a girl ask for, a beautiful and obedient naked man.

I stand up and place my empty glass on the coffee table. Walk over to him; take his face in my hands, and kiss him passionately. Although he didn't move from his position to embrace me as I kiss him, I did feel his member stiffen. I break the kiss, "Stay here." I step back, turn around, and stroll away from him with an extra wiggle in my hips. He didn't dare move from his place. He knows that I demand his total obedience this weekend, and I am enjoying it. I return with my black bag of toys and drop it on the armchair.

I hand him some condoms. "I want to experience something we have not done. Something I have only read about. I want you to do me in the ass." I turn around, push the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, and allow the dress to fall to the floor. I walk into the kitchen and bent over the kitchen island. I open the top drawer and get the vibrator Sam gave me for my birthday. It is steel with a clitoral stimulator and 10 speeds. I know this is giving him the power, but I don't care. I want to experience this. "Put the condom on slave, give me one for my vibrator, and get ready to please me."

"Yes Goddess."

I hear him tear the condom package open and he rolls it on. He hands me one and I open it and roll it on my vibrator. I hear him tear another package open, but I didn't think to much about what the second condom is going to be used for. I was nervous, but eager, to feel this. I feel a hand on my right hip and feel his other hand move between my legs. I see that the second condom is for his fingers. He starts fingering me with a couple of deep thrusts into me. God, he knows my body so well, but this is not what I want. He pulls out his wet condom wrapped fingers and traces them around my tight ass. Moments later, he presses a condom wrapped finger inside me, which caused me to take in a deep breath of surprise. He moves one finger in and out until I am loose enough, then he slips two fingers in. There is some discomfort, but I still want to experience this.

I turn on my vibrator to its lowest speed and hold it to my clit. I am ready for whatever he could do. I feel a quick bolt of pain, and I began to pant, as his head forces its way into my ass. "Slowly," I command. He slowly pushes in and I feel my body adjust to his size. He is now fully inside me. "Wait; let me get used to this." He has both hands on my hips, ready to begin thrusting at my command. I wasn't sure how he felt about this, but I was going to enjoy these new sensations. I slide my vibrator inside me so that I am now filled, front and back.

"Okay, start with slow deep thrusts." He pulls almost all the way out, and then he goes in deeper than before. I whimper again. After a couple more thrusts like that I am ready to be taken hard, "That's good; now IMPALE ME!"

"Yes ... Goddess," Freddie strains to say as his thrusts became harder and faster.

I am panting like crazy and I am loving this. I still had my vibrator on low, then I clicked it into high speed. "Harder!" I was afraid my knees were going to give out from all the power going into me. "HARDER!" I am sure he is able to feel the vibrations through that walls that separated my two orifices. My entire pelvic region quivers in pleasurable pain.

"STOP! OH GOD stop." He slows and then stops inside me. I turn off the vibrator and let it drop to the floor. I cross my arms on the tabletop and I lay my head down. "OK slave, slowly pull out." I wince in pain as he pulls out. "You did well. That was an interesting experience and I am pleased."

I straighten up, turn around, and see he is breathing hard. "Carry me to Spencer's bathroom so I can watch you shower." He picks me up bridal style and carries me toward the bathroom. I have my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder. I whisper into his ear, "Sit me on the counter top next to the sink." He does as instructed. Freddie removes the leather bracelets, anklets, and collar before he steps into the shower. While I watch him through the clear shower door as he soaps and rinses his body. I try to conceal my excitement at the next step of my plan, tying up the boy next door. After he showers, I touch him as I help him dry off. I hand him and I watch him replace the collar, anklets, and bracelets. Then I hand him a blindfold, and he sees the smile on my face. He knows I have a surprise for him. I take both of his hands and I guide my blindfolded slave out of the bathroom and into the living room.

I notice his growing nervousness. "Come on Freddie, you can trust me," as I pull the two loose cables that run down from the ceiling and attach them to his wrist restraints. The cables run along the eyehooks to the other side of the room. I pull the cable ends down, pulling his arms up above his head. I feel that rush of power as I restrain him. Kneeling at his feet, I tell him, "Spread your feet apart." I attach a spreader-bar to his anklets to keep his legs spread apart. I step back and enjoy the sight of him spread-eagled and helpless. He struggles a little, but why would he want to escape. "I may scare you a little but I will never hurt you. You will always be safe with me in charge." I put my hands on my hips, and didn't even try to suppress my smug smile. "My own Vitruvian Man."

I just love this feeling of having power over him. I start thinking about what I could do with him. Could I put a real dog collar was around his neck and walk him around the city of Seattle. Going for a walk would be a lot more interesting. I look down at his manhood. I could put the chastity belt on him and attach the leash to it, and head to the mall. That would give me maximum control of his most sensitive part, and would free up his hands to carry shopping bags. I smile wickedly and realize I'm getting aroused at that thought. Of course, an erect penis is practically a built in leash. Good lord, I am pathetic.

Giggling, I walk around behind him, and whisper in his ear, "Now that you can't do anything, I'm going to tickle you to death," and I start tickling. He starts laughing and wiggling uncontrollably. He can't wiggle away and when I wrap my arms around him and continue to torment him. Gasping he starts to plead, "Please Goddess. Please …" I ran my fingers across that six-pack stomach, feeling him twist and wiggle as he pleads to me. I couldn't believe the rush I get from control. I ignore his pleas long enough to let him know that I could do what I want. That includes just wrapping my arms around him and pressing my body against his as he relaxes. And to think that he is dependent on me for his freedom.

I whisper into his ear again, "I've invited a couple of my girl friends over for dinner. A few of them have not seen you in a long time, and I'd want to show ... you ... off to them." I see his face and ears redden at the thought about being shown off to these new girls. I slide my hands down the front of his body, and my hands feel that he's getting a hard-on. "I knew you would like the idea. Now I am going upstairs to change into something. Don't go anywhere," as I start laughing. I grab my vibrator off the kitchen floor as I leave.

After a quick shower, I search through my computer controlled electro-mechanical closet to find something appropriate for the all girl party this evening. I find my brightly colored long silky gown with open side tie closures, and matching g-string, that I wore that Friday night when all this started and I know Freddie loves to see me in it. If the other girls dress appropriately, poor Freddie will have a hard-on all night. I find my three-inch mules, and head downstairs.

I got downstairs just in time to hear someone start knocking on our door and I open it to find Chef Sonia pulling a large white cooler on wheels. She is dressed in a Kimono. "Thanks you for coming. You look great," as we hug each other.

Chef Sonia enters the living room, sees Freddie standing naked and spread-eagled. "Oh yeah. He will be delicious." She and her cooler continue toward the kitchen.

"Freddie, I am going to free you from the spreader-bar and cables. You will keep your blindfold on, understand."

"Yes Goddess."

I release his restraints, guide him to the kitchen island, and back him to it. "Freddie, I backed you up against the kitchen island and I want you to hop up onto the table top. Then you will do precisely what Chef Sonia tells you to do." I can clearly see he is becoming nervous as fearful ideas swirl around in his head.

"Goddess, please…" with that fear in his voice.

I wrap my arms around his waist to hug him and I calmly whisper in his ear, "Chef Sonia was joking about you tasting delicious." Freddie wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. "I said I am going to show you off to some girl friends." He starts to relax. "Not feed you to them." He starts laughing. "Chef Sonia will explain as she gets dinner ready. Now hop up on the counter top and lay down."

"I understand Goddess," as he hops up and lays down on the island countertop.

As I attach his left leather bracelet to a pre-installed strap, "So far this weekend, you have been a very good slave, and I am proud of your performance," I lock up his right leather bracelet. "We have a lot of girl things to do this evening, so you will not speak while they are here. The only exception is if you are asked a direct question," as I move to the other end of the table to tie down his leather anklets. I stand and run my fingers along the inside of his tights, "Just think about how I will be rewarding you later," in the sexist voice I can muster, as I watch his penis move upward. He will be a good slave tonight.

Chef Sonia just watches and quietly giggles.

Sam entered in her usually way, and Melanie knocks on the open door. Sam is wearing an oversized red and blue plaid shirt, denim capris, and black high tops. Melanie is in a dark blue wrap dress, matching high heel shoes, and black pantyhose.

Sam just looks at me and shakes her head, "I swear, if you flirt with him all evening …" Sam sees Chef Sonia, "Sonia!" Sam runs and hugs her favorite professional chef. "Carly, why is … your slave tied up on the kitchen table?"

"He looks sexy that way," I yell to her with a smile. I turn to Melanie and give her a hug. "Going for the classic, but sexy, look. Shelby, Tasha, and Wendy will arrive in a few minutes. We have a lot to do this evening."

Sam yells from the kitchen, "You give him a hickey?"

Coming next Friday: Melanie may be in shock, but she is the defiantly the most curious by the way she is looking at Freddie's nude body.