Wednesday, December 15, 2010

May I Cut In?

Ever have one of those nights when you're tracking several girls and no matter what happens, you're just a little bit behind the eight ball?  You show up, cam to the target, beautiful looking defenseless girl, waiting to be plucked and BAM, another tracker rezzes in forty meters in front of you and grabs her.

Well, imagine that occurring every. damn. time. all. night. long.  Yeah, you'd get a little frustrated.

Then it occurred to me, what if I merely started keeping an eye on the hunters?  I mean, they can't all stay online all night long, can they?  They've got to take their eyes off of their prey sooner or later, even if its to hit the can.  Yeah, I think that's a better strategy.

So, I find a good looking target that I want, approach her, and sure enough, another tracker gets her first.  Only this time, I avoid taking photographs.  I avoid any obvious signs of gathering intel.  I just watch, and follow.  He takes her to a beat up tenement in the warehouse district, beats her, rather brutally, and proceeds to use her.  Now the odds of my strategy paying off on the first attempt are a long shot at best, so there's a good chance we're going to be stuck watching this same activity countless more times.  But wait a minute.  I wouldn't be blogging if this particular stake out had been a waste of time, now would I?

Sure enough, he's got to go take care of something in the real world for about half an hour, but he'll return.  My long range listening devices are in serious need of an update, so I sincerely hope he said thirty minutes, and not thirteen.  I'm good.  I aint thirteen minutes good.

As soon as he's out the door and logged out, I break in thru a back door, much to the young girl's surprise.  She actually thought I was there to rescue her.  Ha!


A quick slap across her whiny face and the ripping off of her bra, and that pretty well dispelled any fantasies of a rescue or a knight in white.


Keeping in mind that time was of the essence, I quickly relieved the girl of her panties and pulled her down onto the bed so she could begin getting me off.  I'd like to point out at this time that I was very comforted by the public service announcement hanging on the wall of the kidnapper's lair.  Nothing ruins a kidnapper's neighborhood quicker than crime.


Within a few minutes, the girl had me worked up, rather eagerly I might add, and we quickly began getting to know one another.  Note the bruising on the girl's back.  I swear this was not my handiwork.  The girl scraped her back when she accidentally fell down three flights of stairs while brushing her hair.


It didn't take long for my internal clock to begin buzzing letting me know that we were quickly approaching the thirty minute time limit, so I took matters into my own hands and begin vigorously fucking the poor girl.


A few minutes of this and I was pretty well relieved of any and all frustration that had been gathered earlier this lovely evening.  Of course, I always  have a good supply of duct tape and blindfolds on hand, so I left her would be kidnapper an early Christmas present.


Here's hoping all my readers and followers have a BAD day!  If I don't get the opportunity to blog before the end of the year, BAD Holidays to you all!

P.S.  BDS skirts and/or pants make excellent Christmas gifts.  You just leave the gift wrapping up to us trackers.  "wink"

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

What the...?

I sometimes have the strangest conversations with my prey as a tracker.  Every so often one will say something totally out of left field, or give me some piece of information that I just can't quite believe.  So imagine my shock when a couple of girls made mention of a tracker keeping a collection of pictures of all their prey.  Sure, we all keep some sort of souvenir, but to hear these girls tell it you'd think this tracker had caught every girl wearing Sassy's products.  I had to laugh.  Until they told me where I could see for myself.  This photo only represents a fraction of this tracker's prey.  Talk about diligence.


A Who's Who of prey.  Now I've seen everything, and from the looks of it, so have most of you!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Up, Up, and Away!

After far too long of a break, I'm returning with a super sized bang.  First night officially back on the prowl after a long break and I come across this lovely little dojo with an inattentive hovering Supergirl.


So, what else is a tracker to do?  I quickly pulled out my kryptonite laced handcuffs and donned my own superhero disguise, for purposes of sneaking into the superhero dojo.  You'd think they'd at least come up with a secret handshake or something more secure.

Once inside, it was a matter of seconds before I had the napping heroine subdued.  Check out my superhero disguise.  Its like taking candy from a baby.


From there, all I had to do was use my kryptonite laced scissors to slowly remove her super clothing.  Supergirl never looked this good on tv.


Now, how to penetrate her body with no risk of harm to myself?  Got it!  I merely rub kryptonite laced gel over my cock and presto, Supergirl is left defenseless.  Not even her teeth can hurt me.


Of course, it was only a matter of minutes until it became apparent that I need not worried about any harm as Supergirl showed herself to be a very compliant lover, even calling me by some archaic nickname, Dr. Tzin-Tzin?  Whatever, I just track 'em and use 'em.  I don't judge.

Anyway, it didn't take long from the oral warm-up before I had supergirl on her hands and knees and was penetrating her last defenses.



After much exertion and panting on her part, okay, a little bit on my part too, it was obvious that Supergirl was in no shape to fight crime.  So, the gracious tracker that I am, I bound her in kryptonite laced duct tape and left her safe and secure for any of her fellow justice leaguers to find.


Here's hoping the rest of you had a Super Bad Day and remember, good guys aren't the only ones that get to wear a red S.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Hanging Around

I've taken a few nights off from skirt chasing to hang out and explore a little with my girls and whilst out and about we ran across a Former Domina hung out to dry so to speak.  She made such a pretty display, I had to snap a picture.


I can only guess at the circumstances leading up to her predicament, and I'm pretty sure it was not the result of a GOOD day.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Greenhouse

I've been out of the game for a bit for real life reasons, but trying to get back into it.  I had a few pictures of a nice little greenhouse I located, the kind that is set up to allow rezzing and has no return, so I've been working on a storyline to use there.

In the meantime, Im also toying with storing certain samples of my work, albeit subject to some fine tuning, on Deviant Art.

A good friend of mine recently pointed out how to quickly make lighting changes to the pictures I take.  I've found one that really seems to make the avatars skin pop out while giving the background a more surreal quality than the standard second life settings.

Here is a sample from the greenhouse using Annyka's Soft Lavender Day setting.


I'm sure you'll agree this looks more like a BAD day than the default lighting.  You can almost feel the chill in the air, even as it fondles her nipples with its sharpness.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Wow, what a blowhard

As expected, my last post got a reply from the Gorean keeper of whatever the name of that piddly sim was that I discussed in yesterday's post.

First, let me thank you Korwyn.  This blog, which seemed to generate mild amusement from those playing with BDS at best, had a high count of 54 views in one day.  That was my record.  54.  And it was from my third or fourth post.  Yesterday, I had 342.  LOL!  No doubt half of which were probably you checking to see if I had replied to the two LONG comments you left me.  And I do mean LONG.  Christ, I fell asleep reading the second one.  You should patent that cure for insomnia.

But you are correct, I am not going to approve them for print.  Not because I fear your typo laden rant, but you say some pretty unsavory things about those close to me, as well as a follower of this forum.  I just don't see any reason to subject my friends to your venom.  Those that know you well see it enough I'm sure.

As for your continued insistence that I used and hurt Pandora, let me assure you, I have never hunted Pandora.  I wouldn't hunt Pandora.  In fact, I wouldn't know what her avatar looks like.  Why she is spreading lies that I used her in a bad way is anyone's guess and quite frankly, I don't give a shit.

But lets assume your version is correct.  Lets assume I did hunt her, and caught her, and used her.  Then lets pretend you're also right that I left her bound and dropped her off for another tracker to use.  Sounds like she had a BAD fucking day.  Whoever this man was that did do this to her, I applaud him.  He found a consumer of the bad day skirt, a consumer who KNOWINGLY bought the skirt and chose to wear it, and he gave her exactly what she hoped to get when she bought it.

But don't feel bad, you're hardly the first boy a woman has curled up next to and whispered "poor little me" in his ear.  You're hardly the last.

Now, if you do wish for me to post a comment in which you supply articulate and intelligent fodder to this discussion, ask your parents to invest in a spell check engine of some sort, and refrain from the curse laden tirade against those that not only are my friends, but really have no place in any beef you have with me.  Well, assuming you're capable of acting like a man.

Personally, it'd be no skin off my nose if I never heard your name again.  You're holding up the show, so to speak.  Schmuck.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Just for Laughs

So I noticed this morning while hunting that I am now banned from some place called Dark Alley.  I'm always curious when I piss someone off enough to get banned and since I'm a man, I sent a message to the sim owner making an inquiry.

This evening I received a rather heated reply, apparently questioning my audacity at even asking, advising that his sim is built on consent and since I track the skirt wearers and take them without their permission, he banned me. He also was jealous of my blog.  Well, that may have been the key, since 24 of his 30 line reply seemed to address this blog.

Not being a wallflower, I pointed out that the blog was pretty much free.  All one has to do is set up an email account and wowza, they too have a voice.

I then pointed out that since the wearer of the BDS products knowingly purchased said items with full knowledge of what they could do and then chose to wear them, wasn't this consent?  This of course got me a stern lesson in United States contractual law and the ethics of permissibility, all of which was incorrect, but I let it slide.

Then I was informed that I was muted.  Can we all agree that someone messaging you with "MUTED" is pretty much old school Gorean speak for "I've lost my balls and am unable to compete with your wit in simple dialogue and therefore am using this tactic so I no longer feel stupid"?  Oh, that's right.  This is my forum, so we can agree to that.

I will say that in closing, I was told to have a BAD day.  This really made my day.  Even in mute, he acknowledges that deep down he is following my blog.  At least well enough to know my sign off.  So, to you Korwyn, and the other dozen or so sim owners that you profess are banning trackers, I say have a BAD day as well.  After all, its TRAFFIC that drives a sim's success.  Schmuck.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Home Invasion

Okay, as some of you have seen by now, I'm not so much for the home invasion scenes, but I am working on adding this to my M.O.  I just need to figure out what kind of storyline really goes with it, or at least, which one works for me.  I have a couple of prey I have followed a bit more closely than others who live in fairly nice homes and their homes are set up so that I can rez there.

This first home as you can see is a tracker's dream.  With all the pose balls set out, any tracker should be able to find a situation in which to torment their victim.  But then, should one expect any less when they invade the home of the CEO of Luna Animations?


Of course, I was a bit surprised that I was able to sneak in on this girl, and I moved to quickly strip her and give her what her body needed.  I have to say though, her clothes came off so quickly I couldn't tell if I was stripping her, or if she was!


Either way, I threw her onto her own bed, how degrading it must be to be taken in one's own bed, and was really tearing into her, and reeling in surprise at the variety the bed's menu had to offer.


Suddenly, I had this weird sensation that we were being watched.  So I panned about the room and HOLY SHIT, its a child in the curtains, why don't they see..no, wait, that was Three Men and a Baby.  Nonetheless, you can see why I was slightly startled.


Seems this tracker had gone ahead and taken the nerve to walk right into the bedroom where I was using my prey.  I'm not surprised given that valet parking was seriously backed up at the time.  I tell you, there were a lot of trackers waiting to use this one.

Nonetheless, Trick is a charitable man, so I quickly moved our scene to the downstairs bedroom and invited our interloper to join us.


Ah, double raping the CEO of a well to do Second Life enterprise.  What could be better?  ((You know there's an answer for this))





And here it is.  Giving her a facial of course.  That's always better.



Of course, our little joyride didn't end there.  Oh no.  I'm not done that easily.  As our special guest watched on in amazement as well, I quickly bound our little CEO up nice and tight.  She scoffed that I didn't have the brass to force tp her like this to her store's main display floor.

She was right, I didn't.


Instead I sent her to the main display floor of her competitor.  Bon voyage!  I think that's French for "have a BAD day, bitch!"

Your Request is Being Processed

To those of you that have messaged me and hinted at getting a scene or maybe being included on this forum, patience.  As you can see, its not easy juggling one girl, much less all of you.  But I"ll get you sooner or later!

((Cue the carnival music))



Monday, October 25, 2010

At Last!

How long do you have to track prey before you give up and turn your search to someone new?  Well, for me, that knows no end.  I've found that those you chase the longest are always the ones worth catching and I am a very patient man.

I'd been chasing this girl for several weeks, but always saw her as I was logging off, or logging on as she was leaving, or she was already captured, whatever the case may be.  More often than not, she was already captured.  She is a lovely specimen, as you can see from the pictures of her.

On this particular day, I spotted her in Slave for Bondage, ALONE.


I'm always impressed by the way girls modify or enhance their look with the BDS skirts.  Of course, for all I know, Sassy sells them this way, but this was the first time I had seen a skirt and top looking this edible.

I wasted little time running this prey down, given my history of chasing her and her propensity for flight.


Once I had her properly restrained and gagged, I spent a little time "getting to know her".  Not every avatar in Second Life wears their panties to showcase a nice firm camel toe, so I wanted to make sure this girl felt properly teased.

As I was teasing her and keeping an eye out for any bystanders, luckily this sim is not only scenic, but dead quiet most times of the day, it occurred to me that dawn was about to break.  So I wasted no time finding a more "romantic" corner of the sim.  You know me, always sensitive to a woman's needs.  Chicks dig that shit.


As luck would have it, I found the perfect spot to watch the sunrise.  Sadly, my prey seemed to have little interest in watching the sun come up.  Oh well, you know what they say, "you can lead a horse to water".  Maybe she wanted to work on the tan on her backside.  Women.  Go figure.


But fear not, you know I'm the sort of man to give people the opportunity to enjoy the finer things in life as much as I do.  So I made sure she got to see the sun come up, and enjoy it in the same light as myself.


Now, this girl must REALLY be into sunrises, as the look on her face seemed to suggest it made her very happy.  I think this is called an O face.  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, I love sunrises!


Again, I'm one to share happiness with those I come into contact with.  If sunrises excite this girl so much, I figure why not let her relax and enjoy the sun all day?




If any of you trackers read this and hurry, maybe you can grab her before sunset.  Here's hoping your BAD DAY is bright and sunny!

Monday, October 18, 2010

The Witness

So I'm checking out this place I've yet to travel to in all of my various hunts.  From all accounts, it seems to be the home of the T&T belt.  I admit I've not much experience with this device and always avoided it because the menus struck me as somewhat bulky.  After today, I may have to change my review of this item.

My tracker brought me in search of this girl, Wry.


If you look carefully in the background, you'll notice an innocent looking girl just completing her purchase of the previously mentioned T&T belt.

But for now, focus on Wry, she is after all, the intended target.  Wry was in the process of purchasing her own belt from all appearances, or at the very least, window shopping.  In either event, as most of you know by now, my schedule isn't built to allow prey to shop.


I quickly secured Wry with handcuffs and dragged her outside away from any innocent bystanders, i.e., "witnesses".  A couple of interesting things to note at this point.  One, a T&T shop guardian stepped in to make sure everything was okay but quickly excused herself once we acknowledged in our of character format that we were merely playing roles.  I applaud her diligence in both the checking up as well as the excusing herself.  Two, Wry wasn't using the Sassy supplied handcuffs but instead was wearing elegance handcuffs which I believe are a Real Restraint item.  Just a tip to any prospective wearers of Sassy products not to be afraid to mix up the toys.  You have to love Wry's pose in the above photograph.  The Real Restraint handcuffs have a struggle animation that always makes me think the wearer is taking a crap.

But, back to the story line.  I had intended to use Wry right there on the lawn outside the T&T store when the innocent looking girl from the earlier background made it apparent that she was going to play the part of witness to our scene.


Well, my followers know Trick isn't having any of that.  So I flagged down a nice speedy taxi to carry us to another location.  Imagine my shock when the "witness" turned up there.  I was starting to wonder just how many people were tracking Wry, when I noticed that the "witness" had not only purchased a T&T belt, but in her excitement to follow us she had decided to wear it and leave the key on and in the operable position.

Being the man I am, I snatched that right up.  In no time at all I have our "witness" stripped and ready for action.  You'll notice that prior to this I had attached Wry's handcuffs to a dancing pole and was just getting ready to enjoy her dancing talents.  I say that as that is how I role played it.  Sadly, Real Restraint handcuffs no longer seem to have the sit command feature.  I swear earlier models did, but for some reason I could not find them in the pair Wry was wearing.


At this point it seemed to me that our "witness" was feeling more needy than my prey.  This was confirmed when to my shock she jumped me and quickly pinned me to the floor.  You can see in the next photograph the extent to which I struggled with this girl.


Throughout it all, Wry just kept dancing, but by the way she was moaning, I think my struggles with the witness were turning her on.  Eventually I was able to overpower the witness and quickly went to work putting her in her place.


My earlier suspicions were then confirmed as Wry began ripping off her clothes and begging both of us to use her for our pleasure.


What else could I do?  I like to think of myself as Sassy's unofficial customer service liaison, so I quickly made sure that Wry's needs were taken care of as well.  Of course, being as giving as i am, I made sure our witness got her's too.



Both girls ended up howling and screaming for more.  Its a pity that today was not their lucky day as the real world saw fit to intercede and I had to cut it short.  I'm hoping for more extended scenes with either of these ladies or both in the future.

One last item before I left was to make sure that our witness was placated, so that she didn't contact the authorities regarding my shopping habits.  To that end, I left her with a gift, Wry.



Here's hoping our witness had a BAD time with her as well.