Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 5

When I woke up, somehow my hand was not only on her breast, my thumb was on her nipple and moving slightly even as I came to consciousness. Her nipple was as hard as my penis was as it pressed against her ass. Her tee had ridden up during the night, and my bare legs could feel the skin of her ass. I wasn’t sure if she wore no panties or just skimpy ones, and was afraid to check.

She was moaning as my thumb stroked her nipple, but as soon as I realized what I was doing with my thumb, I stopped. She turned over to face me. I heard a sigh before she spoke.

“You don’t have to stop. That felt wonderful.”

“I’m sorry. I was asleep and didn’t realize what I was doing.”

“I don’t mind. I liked it. Didn’t you like it?”

“I did like it, but I shouldn’t be touching you that way.”

“I’m starting to understand why women like sex so much.”

“Tracy, I’m not only old enough to be your father, I’m probably older than your father.”

“You probably are, but does love know an age?”

“Is it love, or just mutual lust?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Time, and time isn’t on my side. In twenty five years I’ll be a geezer, and you’ll still be a beautiful woman. Do you want to spend the best years of your life caring for an old man?”

“A little early to worry about that isn’t it?”

“And what happens when you meet a sexy man your own age?”

“I’d have to tell him I was taken.”

“And your birth control won’t be working right for days yet.”

“You don’t want to make a baby?”

“Certainly not yet. You need the chance to live and have some fun before you have to worry about taking care of a child.”

“There are other things we could do.”

“Let’s wait. You’ve only known me for thirty six hours. Don’t you think we should get to know each other better before we go there?”

“Most guys don’t care about that.”

“And you know I’m not most guys. A couple of months down the road we may realize this isn’t what we both want.”

“We can wait. I wanted you to have that option though. And I know you bought condoms, so we wouldn’t have to make any babies yet.”

“We need to wait.”

“We’ll wait, but I did like what you were doing to my titty.”

“You seem to have very nice ones.”

“And they’ve taken a liking to you.”

“We’ll temper that liking – at least for a while.”

“As long as you give me a nice kiss.”

“I’d enjoy that.”

She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me to kiss. I could feel her hard nipples through her tee, rubbing against my chest. We began to kiss – not some quick peck, but rather it got pretty intense pretty quickly. Almost against my will, I started to put a little tongue into it – not deep in her mouth, just skirting over her lips. She did the same.

At first, I just put my arms around her, then as we kissed, I began to move my hands up and down her back, mostly just the upper back. Tracy didn’t seem inclined to break the kiss and my hands seemed to have minds of their own. One hand was on her upper back as the other one slid down first over her lower back, then further down over her ass.

Her tee was still ridden up and I quickly realized that she indeed had no panties on, as my hand strayed down over her bare ass. Tracy moaned, kissed me harder, and began moving her hips around as my hand explored her ass. Any rational thought process seemed to have gone out the window as I stroked and squeezed her bottom.

She spread her legs and began pumping her hips back and forth. I could feel wetness from her pussy on my jockey shorts. My hand that was on her ass was starting to slide between her legs and I was moments away from touching her pussy from behind. I was on the edge of losing whatever reservations I had about fucking this girl, when my logical mind clicked back on.

“My God, Tracy. This is going farther than I think we intended to go.”

“It felt so good, I didn’t want to stop, and I owe you so much.”

“Let’s stop before we do something we’ll both regret.”

“Are you sure we’ll regret it?”

“No, but we need to be more sure that this is what we both want.”

“You’re not sure you want this?”

“I do want it, but I’m not sure either of us should want it.”

Tracy rolled off me and got out of bed. Her tee was bunched up around her waist and she didn’t seem inclined to pull it down. She had a little pussy that was peeking out of a tuft of brown hair between her legs. At that moment I craved her more than I’d craved anything or anyone in years – maybe ever. She lifted slightly on the bottom of her tee and for an instant I thought she was going to take it off.

Instead she unbunched the tee and pulled it down over her pussy and her cute little ass. She looked at me and her eyes had some strange mixture of relief and disappointment. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before turning and walking out of the bedroom. I sat up to watch her go, and as she reached the door, she turned, gave me an enigmatic little smile and exited.

I slumped back onto the bed and tried to breathe normally. My dick was threatening to tear it way out of my underwear. I lay there craving the woman, the body, who had just walked out of my room. I wanted first to touch her, to caress that body, to play with those boobs, to fuck that pussy, or at the very least to stroke myself to orgasm.


Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow La Petite Mort.

Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly    Twitter: @phicklephilly


Kita – Chapter 66 – Before the Game… Reality- Part 2

I carried tiny Kita in my arms through the vestibule of my Rittenhouse brownstone. She wanted this. She was light in my arms. She giggled and threw her head back as I entered the codes to get into my apartment.

I prayed Lorelei wasn’t present.

Kita is giggling, and lovely. her blonde hair is everywhere. She’s drunk. I love the idea of carrying her in my arms to my lair.

Not in a bad way. Never. But in a fun diabolic way that she is complicit in.

I can smell her perfume and her hair as she gasps against me. It’s obvious she can’t hang. But she’s the right candidate. I feel the tendons in the back of her thighs near her knees and love that. I always love the and admire the structure of a woman’s’ legs.

This is the child who has agreed to enter into the game with  me. I don’t even know if I’m ready to do this.

I click the lock. Daughter Lorelei isn’t due back until Tuesday.  That gives me two days to play.

But we haven’t come to a full agreement as to what this relationship is yet. I must honor that.

God…. I would honor it anyway with any woman. I would never take advantage of anyone… ever.

I know our night together has been established and it is all before what we are about to do, but I must remain in control.

I place Kita upon my bed and reach for a soft blanket.

Before I place it upon her I take a moment to look upon my folly.


A lovely Asian girl. 22 years old. Raven hair, fit and attractive. Has already decided that she wants me to dominate her and run her life when she’s with me.

I cover her with a soft blanket at leave the room.

I walk back towards the kitchen.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”


Kita is so turned on she wants to play now.


But we’re trying to create the thing she wants.

Do I begin tonight or be with her one last time as a couple and then it starts tomorrow?”

“Where are you, Chaz?”

I’ve had the luck of grabbing a Maccallan 15 year scotch from my bar before I answer.

I grip the old-fashioned glass in my hand and draw deeply on the intoxicating nectar.

I look upon Kita on my bed. The dark blue curtains are drawn. The pattern on them is falling leaves. I love it because when I need to sleep it brings me peace. But because the room is so dark it’s actually hard to see my quarry.

Then I see the white underwear at the corner of the bed.


“Don’t you want me before the game begins?”


“The game begins when you say it begins, Kita.”

“Can we pre game tonight before you take ownership of my time with you?”

“Is that what you want, Kita?” (The Macallallan is already pushing my response)

“Yes, Sir.”

At this point I am starting to wonder who is really the master and who is the slave.

I can no longer resist her again.

I look upon her and Kita is literally ripping her clothes off.

I’ve been caught off guard. Or have I?

No I have.

We’ve come so far and I shouldn’t screw it up with a clumsy fuck.


“Chaz… please.”


What should I do? I have a lovely girl who wants to become my sub and I get to live out a fantasy and have the time of my life, but could this infraction ruin that?

This is all new ground for me so I don’t know what to do.

“Come on Chaz, before I become your little slave, you’re still attracted to me.”

I see what’s happening now, and what Kita is doing.

Low self-esteem. Low self-worth. I get it. It’s her adoption and upbringing.

But I see what’s happening here. She’s the sub. I’m the Dom. I know this could happen.  She obviously has all of the power. Kita’s smart. She has obviously done her homework. She’s trying to break me early because she’s young.

I like this. I could fuck her back to the stone age tonight but then she would gain control before we ever began.

Is that what she really wants even though she set this up as a Dom/Sub relationship?

Is this a plan to reverses what she initially said?

I like the idea of this and it only strengthens my ambition to control Kita.

But now I have a more challenging partner.


I look upon lovely Kita in my bed. Her black tresses are scattered over my pillow, she’s giggling knowing she’s won, as she spreads her caramel thighs revealing her glistening cleft for my approach.

She dips a finger between her legs and smiles. “You like this, Chaz?”

I’m overcome.

Kita’s eyes are warm and welcoming. Like a model that wants you to buy a product.

We’ve made and agreement and Kita is testing the boundaries of that pact. I understand her shortcomings, but feel her commitment.

“”Close your legs. I’m calling you an UBER.”

“Really? We can’t play before you help me?”

“I am helping you. You’re going to go and when I call you, you’ll come.”

Kita got to her feet. She looked like a child.


“I’m sorry, Sir”.


“You’re forgiven. But the next time I see you, you’ll be on point and we’ll look back on this as a little practice run where you failed.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my girl.

“I’ll do better next time. I’m sorry.”

“Cheer up. next time you’ll be on a date with me being exactly who I want you to be.

“Yes Sir. I look forward to that.”


(This is nuts, right?)

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!

Listen to the Phicklephilly podcast LIVE on Spotify!

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly    Twitter: @phicklephilly

Kita – Chapter 65 – Before the Game… Reality – Part 1

I take Kita’s dainty hand in mine and lead her from the restaurant. She obediently grips my hand. I like that. This is what she really wants. I can’t believe it. A young woman I mentored has now decided she wants to be under my control.

I have no experience in this arena of relationships. Anything I’ve ever done has been a mutual celebration of a mutual love and turned into a love affair or a relationship.

This is all new ground for me but at my age I’m willing to play along. I can’t imagine her actually being able to sustain this kind of relationship. But who knows? I have nothing to lose.

I think of Rebecca.

That nagging feeling of love that haunts me.

In the last year I have burned through what I think could be my finale relationship with Cherie.

I just can’t do it anymore.

The “I love yous”, the “Good Mornings”, the “I’m so horny” texts.

It’s trite, boring and cumbersome.

Everything is going so well in my life in a simple and elegant way now, I don’t think I can ever be in a loving relationship ever again.

And I’m happy with that.

I see all of the lost and lonely losers looking for long-term relationships on all of the sorry dating apps and sites.

I don’t ever want to ever swipe right on a 50 something woman who is, “so proud of her grown kids, loves working out, anything on a beach, travel, dogs, traveling and looking for the next chapter in her life.”

They’re all of the leftover losers that failed in their previous marriages. It’s all the same shit. Over and over again. All of the dating sites are littered with them and it’s really sad. After being married for so long and being middle-aged, they lack any of the skills to move on with their lives. They are all looking to re-boot what they once had with their original failed idea of what a marriage or a relationship should be.

As I edit this I watch as all of those losers tumble into a pit of loss.

It’s a shame, but they all need to realize that marriage isn’t natural to the human species. Fuck your theories about penguins. If we were penguins we have fewer choices to mate forever. We’re freezing our asses off, killer whales and Polar bears want to eat us, and we all look like shitty birds dressed in tuxedos that all look-alike.

I put Kita in the Black Uber SUV that is waiting outside. Her caramel legs are sumptuous. Tan and lithe as she climbs in the back seat. She giggles and clings to me. Playing with her phone. I tell her to put it away and she silently obeys.

Kita reclines in the leather seat. She gently raises her right leg and runs her fingertips up along the length of her shin. (Checking for its smoothness) and looks at me and smiles. She believes she’s going to get what she desires tonight.

The car glides forward into traffic. The driver knows the address.

I think about when I began this blog two years ago, I decided to tell some stories, and realized that if I was going to write a dating blog, I’d have to date again. I navigated the barren waters of dating women my age. I tried again and again to make it work.

I found that all of the women my age have rolled the dice like I did and left the table empty-handed.

My mother once told me marriage was a dice roll. You made a bet and hope it paid off.

It’s not that simple but sometimes it literally comes down to that.

But there are better gamblers out there.

If you’re not good at the game, or lack experience, or have and idea that’s been sold to you, or you think IT IS TIME TO SETTLE DOWN…Or you have a second chapter, you’re dead wrong.

You are so fucking wrong.

That was me.

I watch as the city glistens before my eyes as the Uber speeds through traffic.

I’m not saying you’re wrong in your actions.

That’s what people do. They are brought up in an ideology of what life should be and it’s simply not true.

It’s wrong.

And please don’t think I’m the bitter divorced guy dolling out his homespun bitter bullshit. I’ve already forgiven everyone. Including myself a long time ago.


“Where are we going?”

“Exactly where you want to go right now, Kita.”

“Kiss me.”

“You’re the breaking the rules again, but I’m kind.”


I take Kita in my arms and kiss her deeply as the Suburban rolls down Broad Street. Her tongue is minty from the trident in her mouth and we tangle to go deeper.

She grabs my hand and presses it to her breast.

“Easy, dear.”

Kita looks up at me.




It rained earlier, and the city yields its best refection as we speed through traffic.

Philadelphia glistens in its brilliance at night. Maybe it hides our failures. Maybe it hides mine too. I’ve had many here. But I’ve had SO much success here in this city since I finally got to live here.

This is where I belong.

I know it.

I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life here at my age living here in Philly. The Eagles won the Superbowl against the New England Patriots. Philly. A city that an actor once called the forgotten city has been resurrected once again.

That actor as Sylvester Stallone when he made Rocky.


I’ve been through so much. I have no interest in climbing the steps of the PMA.

The street lights and the traffic flash before me as the SUV turns onto Pine street.

How long can I do this? I’m not getting any younger. Here I am again, with a young girl riding on a line to nowhere.

This has been my whole life outside my marriage. It happens over and over with the same result. Isn’t that the definition of crazy?

“Doing the same thing over and over hoping to get the same result.”

I’m not crazy.

I think I’m a complex but simple man who has anxiety and depression trying to find his way through life without medication.

He loves beauty and women, and music and alcohol because that’s what fixes him to fly right.

No. He loves to work. More that anybody else he knows. Most of the people he knew in his previous lives were lazy. People like being off but I like to work. Apparently at anything. Just to curb my anxiety and depression. Oh look, I found a cure. It’s not a pill.

Medicine for anxiety and depression don’t work on me. Never had them, never will.

I conquered both of those fuckers and I’m really good pals with them now. Funny how life turns.

The black SUV quietly pulls up in front of my Rittenhouse brownstone.

“Honey… are you awake?

Kita smiles. (It’s not a smile of awareness, it’s a smile of enthusiasm.)

It’s been a short car ride to my house.

But it’s been a long journey home.


“Please carry me upstairs, Sir”


“You walk into this yourself, Kita”


Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!

Listen to the Phicklephilly podcast LIVE on Spotify!

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly    Twitter: @phicklephilly


Tracy – Do You Like Bad Girls? – Chapter 4

“What about people at your church?”

“Most of them are a lot like my aunt and my parents.”

“People you work with?”

“None of them has anything. A couple said they’d ask around for me, but I haven’t found anything yet.”

“You can’t live on the streets, and you don’t have a car to live in.”

“Can I stay on your sofa? Just for a few days until I can find something. I promise to behave.”

“I’m not sure that’s wise.”

“Probably not, but what else can I do?”

“You’re a sweet girl, but… ”

“You wouldn’t put me out on the street, would you?”

“No, it’s just… ”

“I swear, I won’t be a problem, and I’ll find another place as soon as I can.”

“So much for you being a bad girl.”

“Do you really want me to be a bad girl, for you?”

She looked down and my stomach did flip flops. She was young – too young for me, even if legal – pretty, and could be quite sexy. Under other circumstances, I might be more than willing to bed this woman. She was too vulnerable though, and I didn’t want to do what her aunt accused me of – using her and then dumping her, but I didn’t see a basis for more than a casual relationship.

It would have been easier if she really were a bad girl. She wasn’t though, even if she tried to dress up and pretend at times. I frantically tried to think of other options, but nothing came up. I didn’t exactly have the largest social circle, and couldn’t think of anyone who’d take in a homeless nineteen year old. There were a lot of possible bad ends to this, and I didn’t see a lot of good ones.

She seemed not to have anywhere to go however, and I couldn’t simply throw her out on the street to try to survive on her own – not without solid reasons. My lusting after her was not a good reason to throw her out. Hell, some people would think it was a good reason to take her in. Those are the people who would do exactly what the aunt accused me of.

I drove back to my place with her stuff. We had to haul it to my apartment and begin to sort it out. Some of the clothing was dirty, so we threw that in my washer. We folded the rest or hung it up. My place worked pretty well for me as a single man – not so well when I’m taking in strays. She got a corner of my closet, along with several dresser drawers.

She had some odds and ends of mostly costume jewelry, and a few mementos – not many. She had a music player with a mixture of Christian rock and regular pop music. My music tastes were fairly eclectic including a lot of international music, punk, rock, hiphop, pop, and jazz, ranging from Idan Raichel and Hadag Nahash to the Sex Pistols and Butthole Surfers to Coolio and LL Cool J to Jimmy Cliff and Third World to Cranberries and Linkin Park, and so many more.

The general expectation was that she would sleep on the sofa, but we saw how that worked last night. How many times can I have her crawl in bed with me before I am driven to do more than just cuddle and spoon? I was afraid that I would find out, and even more afraid that it might not take all that long, and especially afraid that she would not object.

“Tracy, you and I should not be engaging in some activities, but I need to know if you are on any sort of birth control.”

She turned red and looked down before mumbling something to the effect that she wasn’t. I checked and found there was a walk-in clinic not too far away. I all but dragged her to the car and drove her to the clinic.

“You need to be protected from getting pregnant, even if you and I manage to avoid getting intimate.”

“I’m not expecting to… ”

“Sometimes things happen that we don’t expect.”

We talked to the nurse practitioner about various birth control methods. The pill was pretty cheap, but requires almost religious adherence to taking it. The IUD is effective, but since Tracy had an intact hymen, that made inserting it very problematic. Many of the other methods had their own issues. I ended up steering her towards an implant. That was a little pricey and might not be effective for the first seven days, but seemed best overall.

I hoped to be able to refrain from having sex with her anyway, but that added a little more impetus to that – at least for a week. We swung by the grocery store after to pick up some additional food and snacks. I also picked up some condoms – just in case things got a little out of hand in the next week. I didn’t think they would, but better safe than sorry.

I eat more poultry and fish than red meat, though I enjoy the occasional steak or hamburger, so I geared grocery purchases towards that, and found that Tracy seemed pretty agreeable when it came to food. I did pasta with pesto, broiled chicken, and steamed broccoli. We watched a Netflix movie after dinner and she cuddled up next to me during the movie again.

I wondered if she was going to be inclined to go out and party like the bad girl she pretended to be, but she seemed pretty satisfied with dinner in and a movie. She said she’d already cost me plenty for her birth control, which was true. As we watched the movie and I had Tracy in my arms, I began to think of things that I should not, and I started to get a bit aroused.

It got to be late and time to get some sleep. She changed into a long tee, and appeared not to have a bra on underneath. I put on my loose shorts, which I figured I should wear around her. I didn’t really want to parade around in my jockey shorts in front of her, even in my own apartment. We got out the blanket and pillows for Tracy and I went in my bedroom, took off the shorts and got in bed.

I was not asleep yet and not too shocked when she came in the bedroom a bit later.

“I know I promised to be good, but I need someone to hold me. I swear I won’t push it any farther than that.”

She climbed in bed with me again, snuggling up close, and again I felt my cock get hard and strain against my briefs and against her ass, covered in that tee shirt. She took my hand and put it just below her breast. I could feel the slight swell of her breast just at the top of my hand. I so wanted to touch that supple breast, to caress it and kiss it, and I knew if I did, there would be no turning back.


Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow La Petite Mort.

Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly    Twitter: @phicklephilly

Kita – Chapter 64 – If You’re Really Serious About This… – Part 2

“Here’s another $100. Get your hair dyed back to it’s natural color. You’re Asian. No more blonde hair. It looks horrible.”

I’m rotting at the bar until the cocktail kicks in and then I’m fine just like every other night in this city.

I’m working on my cocktails at the bar when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn and see Kita.

“Is this seat taken?”

“Only by you, dear.”

Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She is wearing a sheer white blouse. Her brown nipples graze the silky fabric begging to be released. Her black skirt is short and  barely covers her sex. Her thighs are bare but she has black leggings that come up mid-thigh and she has little boots on.

So… total sex fantasy outfit.

“Oh Hello.”

“Do I look okay?”

Kita looks like a little sex whore.

“You look lovely, dear.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She twirls.

Has she already gotten into character? If so… I think I like this.”

Do you like my outfit? Is it acceptable, Sir?.”

As jaded as I am, I had to react.” You look acceptable.”

“I want to please you.”

Kita looked amazing. She was gacked to the nines glamour wise. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

I looked at Kita. she stood there. A lovely robot.

God…. that lovely face,,, the outfit, the body. I’ve never been here, but I created it.

“Sir,  tell me what to do.”

“Have a drink with me. Sit at this bar and order what you want and enjoy it. You look beautiful Kita.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I like this.

She sits next to me at the bar and looks amazing.

“We need to discuss some things, Kita.”

“I’m ready, Sir.”

“I’m new to this too so I’ll come up with a list for us to begin.”

“Yes Sir. Whatever you want.”

  1. “Once a week you will go commando.
    1. Not applicable if time of the month
    2. If I ask you to go commando you will do and that will count as your once a week.
  2. Once a week you will wear your red panty/bra set.
    1. If the red set is not clean, the tan or pink set is ok, if none of them are clean time to go commando again! Even if you have already done so once that week.
    2. Not applicable if the time of the month.
  3. I want you to write my name or our names on some part of your body every day.
  4. Every day, when I wake up I would like an email telling me what you are going to wear that day and the name placement. Undergarments are to be included.
  5. NO toys/brush without permission. (Hands are ok).


“I will be buying you a wardrobe and taking you on dates and you will do what I want when you are with me.

You are free when you are not with me. Your social and family life are your own. You can even have all of your friends and can even have a boyfriend. But when we schedule time together you belong to me me, agreed?”

Yes, Sir.”

“What do you think about that Kita?”

“I like it, Sir. I want it very much.”

“Good girl. What do you have for me?”

Collar and Jewelry:

  1. I will wear my collar every day.
  2. I will adhere to any preference you have regarding which collar I am allowed to wear and for how long I may wear it each day.
  3. When we are together, I will ask you to put my collar on and to take it off for me.
  4. I will adhere to any preferences that you have regarding the jewelry I wear.


  1. Each night, I will ask you if you have any preferences regarding my clothing for the next day; I will follow the instructions that you give me.
    • Condition 1. In the event that requested garments (i.e. panties, bras, socks, etc.) are dirty, I must default to condition 2a of my old set of rules which states that I must forego wearing any article of clothing in place of the one assigned.
    • Condition 2. In the event that you have made a request for me to wear something that is not appropriate for work, I will make arrangements to wear one work-appropriate outfit during the day and change into the requested outfit during the evening.
  2. You may deny permission to wear any item I have selected, in which case, I must change my clothing, or I must skip the item.
  3. When we are together, I will ask you to approve of or pick out the clothing I have planned to wear for the next day.
  4. During the first three days of my cycle, I am to wear something comfortable.
  5. During the day, if I wish to change clothing or take an item off, I must ask permission to do so.


  1. I will adhere to any preference you might have regarding whether I shower or take a bath.
  2. I will adhere to any preference you might have regarding whether I bathe/shower at night or in the morning.
  3. I will also adhere to any preference you have to which body lotion or perfume I use after I bathe/shower.
  4. I will ask you if you have any preferences regarding what color I paint my nails before I paint them.

Daily Tasks:

  1. Each morning, I will write your name somewhere on my body
    • Condition 1. If we are together, I will let you write your name on my body each morning.
  2. Each evening, I must write an e-mail to you describing in detail everything that I plan to wear the following day. This e-mail must include undergarments, my outfit, jewelry, perfume, and the location of the place I have chosen to write your name for that day, even if you assigned the items to me.
  3. I will join you for a cup of tea when you ask.
    • Condition 1. If I am at work and not able to make a cup of tea, I will make tea as soon as I can.
  4. I will perform any other tasks given to me either the night prior or throughout the day.
    • Condition 1. If I am unable to do the task due to location, I may request to postpone the task until I am in a location where performing the task is appropriate.
    • Condition 2. If I feel unable to perform the task due to lack of privacy, I may request to postpone the task until I have the privacy required to correctly perform the given task.
    • Condition 3. In the event that the task is sexual in nature and I am on my period, I may request to postpone the task until such time that I am comfortable performing it.


  1. I must ask permission each time I wish to masturbate.
  2. I must also ask permission to orgasm.
  3. I must follow any instructions that you give me regarding what I am allowed to use, how long I am allowed to use it, etc. when I masturbate.
  4. If I am given instructions regarding masturbation prior to asking, I must follow those instructions to the best of my ability. See conditions Daily Tasks 4 sub(1-3).
  5. I must include an account of my play, including how long, in my nightly e-mail to you. See rule Daily Tasks 2.
  6. If I wish to buy a new toy, I will make arrangements to sit down with you so that we can pick one out together.

“Very good Kita. You’ve really done your homework. Is this what you really want?”

“Yes, sir. It’s what I need.”

“Good girl. I’ll change it as I see necessary, you realize that don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Whatever you want.”

I caressed her cheek and pulled her hair behind her ear. “Are you enjoying this Kita?”

“I love this. I’m so happy, Sir.”

Kita sipped her cosmo and uncrossed her legs. I ran my hand up her supple caramel  thigh to her steaming crotch. Her underwear was soaked.

Our eyes met.

“I’m so horny. I love this. Take me home and fuck me , Chaz.”

“You don’t get to use my name, and I have a list of things you need to buy for our next date. So get in line Kita. You Never get to ask me for sex… ever Kita.”

I hand her $200 and a piece of paper with a list of clothes and things written on it and glare at her..

“Kita’s eyes well up with tears. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, Sir.”

“It’s okay. You’re new. (bringing my fingertips to my nose for a sniff) You’re learning sweetie. (I smile) Just obey… okay? Do better.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You text me when you get those things, and then we’ll make our next meeting.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’ll be wearing a nice outfit to our next date.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Oh, one more thing.”

“Yes, sir?”

Well, actually, two more things.”


“Here’s another $100. Get your hair dyed back to it’s natural color. You’re Asian. No more blonde hair. It looks horrible.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t be sorry, Kita. Just fix it.”

“Forgive me. What’s the other thing?”

“Oh yea… No more tanning. Cut that shit out. You’re going to look like a leather bag by the time you’re 30.”


“It ends today. Your new life is here before you.”


“What did I just say?”

Kita looked sad. Dejected.


“Yes Sir?”

“Come with me.”


(How great is this?)


Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!

Listen to the Phicklephilly podcast LIVE on Spotify!

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly    Twitter: @phicklephilly

Kita – Chapter 63 – If You’re Really Serious About This… – Part 1

I was sitting at the Ritz Carlton, waiting for Kita. I was worried that my little Drexel protegé would have second thoughts and never arrive. Actually, I hoped that she bailed and I wouldn’t have to do what she wanted.

I feel young, but I’m old and I’m tired of the nonsense of youth. I love hanging with young people but it just so hard making arrangements and sticking with them in this analog vs. digital world.

Just think. My value has really gone down in the last few years.

I worked in banking for over 20 years. I worked in Advertising for 10 years. Then I worked at a tanning salon. Now I’m at a restaurant in Rittenhouse.

I don’t care where I am and am happy to be where I am. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

Not every man can do what I did, but I did and it doesn’t matter. I’m doing well and living my life and happier than I’ve ever been.


I love the Ritz Carlton. It’s an absolutely gorgeous space and they actually have a decent happy hour. I walk up the stone steps to get in. There are two doormen to welcome me. There is another hostess inside. The space is all marble and massive. The pillars look so Roman. Theis is where my best friend Duncan and I watched the Superbowl together. This is the space where I told my ex girlfriend Michelle, I got promoted to and $80k manager role at the Philadelphia Inquirer before they eliminated my job 3 months later and drove me out of the company. History and love has been made here. And I have no remorse for that dying publication.

Duncan and I used to get blackout drunk on South Street 10 years ago and watch shows at the TLA and eat massive slices from Lazzaro’s and now we’re civilized gentleman.

Duncan sips a rum and Bailey’s, and I plow a Manhattan. Better men.

But now I sit in this stone elegant space waiting for a young lady for a very illicit agreement.

I feel the moral weight of what I’m doing with Kita, but she’s the one who initiated it and I will tap into the darkness to give her what she wants.

But I feel like this will be the last time I will ever do this again.

If you get old enough and evolved enough you reach a point where only the core values have meaning.

All of your mad desires, lust, passions, anger, all die off.

I’m meeting with Kita to help her.

I’m finished with all of my shit. I am no longer driven by my lust and desire. That’s all gone now.

Then why am I doing this?

She’s on her way and has been clear that she wants this.

But I’ve never done anything like this before.

We’re going to hammer out the details of this relationship. I’m excited about the prospect of this new turn, but I’ve never done this before.

If you’ve been reading phicklephilly for the last 4 years, its obvious I have somehow been dating young women. Great women, but there has never been anything like this where a woman wanted me to control her in a kind of dominant relationship

Kita is like american royalty and I’m about to enter into a strange relationship with her.

Here is a 22-year-old, (hot) young Asian girl who has decided that she wants to be managed by an older gentleman she met at a tanning salon.

I really like Kita.

I mean… I think I love Rebecca, but Kita has been coming on strong and I’m not going to live forever.


I used to drink martinis but trust me they fuck you up too much, so now I respectfully sip Manhattans.

Just like my ancestors

I love the Ritz.

Hopefully she’ll show.

That’s my whole mantra now. I know so many pretty women. I just hope they show up when I summon them


I know I’m getting raped for this Bulliet Rye Manahattan while I see the lights fade over Philly, but hopefully Kita will show.


Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!

Listen to the Phicklephilly podcast LIVE on Spotify!

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly    Twitter: @phicklephilly

Kita – Chapter 62 – What are We Doing Tonight, Sir? – Part 3



Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day.

Buy Phicklephilly THE BOOK now available on Amazon!

Listen to the Phicklephilly podcast LIVE on Spotify!

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly    Twitter: @phicklephilly