Friday, September 24, 2010

Cry me a River

Logged into the grid this evening, and as I always do I immediately focused on my BDS tracker HUD.  For some reason, the name River jumped out at me.  River Christenson.  Sort of like Sister Christian sung by River Phoenix.  I hope you closet Night Ranger fans can find it in your hearts to forgive me for that one right there.

I teleport in to River's location.  Not there.  Seems she had left the area.  I patiently wait on my HUD to catch up with Linden lag and I see she's in another sim.  I teleport there.  Gone.  Both places happen to be decent volume bdsm clubs.  My kinda gal.  Third time is supposedly a charm.  Teleport.  Yahtzee.  River is standing a perfect 106 meters away.  I say perfect as the average prey doesn't seem to notice people outside of 50 to 75 meters.  Get inside a bdsm club and that can drop all the way to ten meters.

I maneuver my camera to our feature presentation for the night, just in time, as she is being accosted by something, I'm still trying to decipher what.  Now, you know ole' Trick aint one to judge but I'll let you folks decide.  I say it looks like Godzilla's grandson, the mean one.

Well, regardless of its origin, Trick aint one to let a demon accost a lady, so I popped in right in front of Godzukie and grabbed River's skirt, quickly forcing her to teleport to my flat.  I do hope she remembers to add me to her Christmas card list.  I hate to see charity go unrewarded.

Once back at my flat, I escorted River into the main area and *clears throat* assisted her in getting comfortable.  No comments on the decor of my flat as I do offend easily.  Well, not me exactly, but the girls I "hired" to decorate it do.  Once Miss River was comfy, well, you can see for yourself.

Somewhere throughout this mirth and merriment, River must have gotten excited because at some point she ripped my clothes off.  Had she not been enjoying herself I would have lectured her about my indignation at her doing so.  I actually felt taken advantage of!

It was all I could do to keep River quiet, since my house girl neglected to pick up any duct tape during her recent trip to the store.  I'll have to deal with that later and I'm sure one of my neighbors will file a noise complaint with the landlord.  On that topic, I wonder if my landlord would appreciate a bad day skirt for Christmas.  Just a point to ponder.

Anyway, by now River is moaning, grunting, begging, and making sounds I still can't decipher.  I think Trick fucked her so hard the bitch started talking Chinese.  I was able to make out that she wanted me to end this rendezvous on her face.  You all know by now that Trick can't refuse a lady's request.  Well, not all of them anyway.

To my joy, River was wearing my favorite restraints, although sadly not in open hardcore mode.  I'll let your imagination dwell on how this would have ended if she had.

Now, during the cuddle time after our session, well, if you can really cuddle with a chick that has a cum soaked face, River let it slip that she had never been to The Cumhouse.  Again, my generous nature took over.  So, I bound her in a way that anyone could claim her and off she went.  I swear she was still horny as her last word just as she teleported out of my sight was "fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk".

I surely hope your Day was as Bad as mine.

SarahG Iuga

Well, the first official BDS posting gets off to a bang as we have a hot one.  I turned on the ole' reliable tracker HUD and found many a fair prey this fine night.  Even saw one guy whose BDS profile read that he liked his pussy played with?  What's that all about?  Dude must own a cat.  You see some weird fetishes out there.

Anyway, I selected a girl I had ran into in the past, mainly because she generally made for an interesting capture. Tonight was no exception.

Sarah was at some dive/castle/bdsm/free fuck anywhere sim, of all things, strip dancing.  I teleported in at a safe distance about 60 meters away, waited for everything to fully rez, that's Second Life jibber jabber for come to resolution, and did a bit of reconnaissance.

Sarah was dancing in a fairly isolated section of the castle with a small audience, a rather dull looking gentleman who couldn't take his eyes off of Sarah, and for good reason.  Fortunately for me, this gentleman wasn't keen to the workings of the Bad Day Skirt and didn't recognize it for its full potential.

I instantly used a camera angle teleport and popped in right beside Sarah and took control of her skirt.  Now, the one thing I appreciate the most about the Bad Day Skirt system is that once I have control, all I need to do is dial in a sim address on channel four and my prey is whisked away safe and secure to await my arrival.  Out of pity I did kick Sarah's tip jar toward the gentleman sitting just off stage with a puzzled look on his face.

In this particular case I had done some earlier scouting and saved the location to Sarah's own home.  Imagine being kidnapped from a public place and taken to your own home to be used.  Talk about crossing someone's safety barrier.

I arrive a few moments behind Sarah and before she can focus on what has just occurred, I secure her in a rather nasty looking restraint system she maintains in her own home.  Closet Domina perhaps?

I then proceeded to begin slowly stripping away her clothing.  Once I had our little stripper fully undressed, it didn't take long to convince her to behave or risk spending a long time in that restraint system.

So I released Sarah and she immediately fell to her hands and knees and offered herself to me.  Well, what kind of man would I be if I did not oblige a lady?

Now, halfway through our little love fest, Sarah remembers that she left a rather prosperous tip jar back at the castle.  When I casually commented that a whore with as much ass as her could make that back in no time, the sex got much more interesting.  Just a note for any of you in the hunt for this one.  Of course, a few slaps from Big Daddy Trick's hand to Sarah's plump bottom and she calmed down.  She moaned a lot, but she was more calm.

So, after about thirty minutes or so of abuse I blew my wad in Sarah's pussy.  There's nothing I enjoy more than making one of my prey clean up their own mess.

Luckily for Sarah ole' Trick had a little bit extra left in the tank so she got another shot or two down the gullet.

Now, I had maybe hinted that Sarah would gain her freedom if she was a good girl, which she was.  But, my name is "Trick".  I'm sure the next tracker to find her might be so generous as to let her go, but not I.

So back to my flat to dial up another plaything for the evening.  To my surprise, a girl I had captured much earlier and had crashed on me, had returned.  Welcome back Mel Aeon.  Know your role.

That's it for today.  Here's hoping you have as Bad a Day as I did!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Disclaimer and Introduction

First and foremost, I'd like to extend acknowledgement to Yasmin Heartsdale for giving this idea of a creative outlet to me, albeit unintentionally.  Thanks Yassie, you are the best in Second Life at what you do.  I mean that, nobody's better.  Calm down, I aint saying that G word.

The posts contained herein stem from an activity within the virtual world of Second Life generically referred to as Bad Day Skirt Tracking, or BDS Tracking.  The format is simple.  The activity is split into two groups, prey and hunter, or tracker.

The prey goes to a Sassy's store or vendor and purchases a Sassy skirt or Sassy jeans.  There is a litany of plug-ins and additional features, but we'll discuss those as this blog unfolds.  What's important at this point is that the reader note that the "prey" actually "goes" into a store or "walks up" to a vendor and "purchases" these items for themselves.  At no time are they forced or coerced.  In fact, the designer of these various products, Sassy, even has customers electronically acknowledge that they make these purchases of their own free will.  Also known in adult theme oriented activities as "consent".

Now, the hunter then purchases a tracker HUD.  For the misinformed, HUD is heads up display.  This HUD allows the tracker to track wearers of the product throughout the world of Second Life, hereinafter referred to as the "grid".

When the tracker finds a person of interest, he or she can do a number of things with the prey, aka target.  In most cases, the tracker teleports to the prey and clicks on their skirt and/or jeans.  This is where the fun adult type "consensual non-consensual" activity begins.  For the confused, the activity is roleplayed to be non-consensual, but again, the prey MADE the purchase on their own, so any activity that is a derivative of that purchase is deemed to be with the wearer's (prey) consent.

Its now a proper time for me to introduce myself, I am your host throughout this blog, Trick E.  I'll use E as my last name here to protect the guilty, mostly me.  Well, "allegedly" guilty.  I am a BDS tracker, and I love my job.

I will attempt at various times to provide the reader some insight and perspective into this activity by regularly posting updates of my captures, as well as some visual enjoyment.  It remains unclear at this point if I will allow this medium to branch out to other areas of my Second Life activities, but as always the telephone lines are open for suggestions and operators are standing.  Bye!