Thursday, August 25, 2011

Exit Stage Left

It is with much sadness that I announce the end of this blog.  A mixture of recent events both within my Second Life, and mainly my real one, has dictated that I will be taking a long break.  I won't say for sure if this is permanent.  Who knows, I may make a comeback and even get the blog back up and running.  Either way, I would like to thank those that continued to check in here and those that offered their thoughts and applause to me in Second Life.

For now, I have decided to back away from BDS, perhaps even bdsm, and tackle other obstacles.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by."

You people be sure and have a good day..

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Killing Thyme

It was a rather dark day yesterday.  One of those days where the clouds are heavy and black and you know it could rain any moment, but for some reason never does.  In other words, the perfect day to go for a cruise.

Its a sure sign you're in a bad part of town when there is graffiti at the police station.

Despite feeling at ease in this part of town, I was not happy when my ride starting acting up and I had to pull into a local mechanic's shop.

I was even less happy to find the garage closed for the evening.

As I explored and thought heavily about the long walk home, I came across yet another broken down motorcycle.  I began to worry about this part of town.  Had I driven into some sort of fucked up motorcycle triangle?  As the shadows grew longer, it became apparent that I needed to find a place to hole up for the night.

The day started to seem less dark when I saw her.  A very bored hooker working this part of town.  Now most of you might say, what's a nice girl like her doing in a part of town like this?  Not me.  I just naturally assume they're there for the taking.

So I take.

The secret is to properly secure them before they scream.  I had to use two strips of tape.  Hookers can eat through one layer.  Trick's tracker tip #82.

Lucky for me the nearby hotel seemed to have plenty of vacancies.  Even luckier it seemed to have zero clerks.  Maybe the same clerk that worked the gas station worked the hotel?  Whatever the reason, I decided to take advantage.

I do hope 11 is not this bitch's lucky number.  Then again, what do I care?

I do love when a whore dresses with pretty and soft undergarments.  I spent a good thirty minutes this night just running my hands over her satiny chamoise.  I'm not sure what scared her more, my hands, or the raging storm that had settled in outside.  It could be a long night.

It had to be the storm, if you look closely enough, you can see the positive effect my hands were having on her.  I do go crazy over soft white panties on even softer dark skin.

As lightening flashed, we settled onto the small spring-infested bed.  I got relaxed and comfortable while she got a mouth full of cock.

Its been a while since I had a piece of ass this flexible.  At least two days.

Day was beginning to break and I was still using this bitch.  How long had we been fucking anyway?

Not to be one to deprive a lady of a meal, I made sure she had her breakfast.  She must have not been hungry as she chose to wear a good part of it.

Naturally this just got me aroused yet again so I threw her slutty ass down to the floor and took her there.  Besides, that shitty bed was cramping my style.

She barely had time to squeak as I cuffed and blinded her there on the floor.  Looks like only one of us is checking out this morning.

Things are looking up now.  The sun is shining.  The bird are singing.  That bitch is moaning.  Don't worry bitch, I'll call room service once I'm on the road and have them bring you lunch.

Now what to do about my ride since the garage is still closed?

As it turns out, this motorcycle was simply out of gas.  A short push back down to the gas station, and this crap town was quickly in my rear view mirror.  Have a BAD DAY bitches.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Just Washin' Up!

I log in last night and begin my usual routine of tracking when I get a message from a certain prey that I always have fun with under the guise of "checking to see if I am online."  We all know what that means.  So I check my scanner to see where she is at and whether or not she is alone.  Booooooo!  As it turns out she is in a sim that I do not have access to due to being banned.

My readers can reference the following link for clarification.

So, I informed this cute girl of my inability to track her in the location she was in and before I could explain why she was on my doorstep.  I guess we answered that conflict.

Since she had just come from the area referenced in the link above, there was only one thing to do before any play could commence.

First I had to get her out of those dirty clothes.  No telling what she picked up before coming to see me.

I had to pause for a bit at this point just to admire and fondle her ass.  There are a lot of pretty asses in Second Life, but damn this one has to rate near the top.

Now that the ass admiring was over, it was time to get my guest cleaned off.

So I began with a gentle back rub, to get her calm and relaxed.

A little kissing can go a long way as well.

Especially if the kissing is done properly.

And you all know I return the kissing favors.

Love this girl's flexibility.

Damn, dropped my camera in the bath water.  Lucky for me the underwater lens was on.

I did mention she was flexible didn't I?  This comes in handy when you want to bend your guest over the tub's edge.

I love when they throw their heads back and moan.

Now it was time to not only admire her nice ass, but to give it a firm spanking.  SLAP!

At this point she was more than willing to bend over backwards for me.

Bath time was over.  My guest was cleaned.  The world was right.  She looked up with those innocent eyes and asked what could she possibly do now that she had been fully cleansed.  Well, only one thing came to mind.

Time for her BAD DAY to really begin.

Saturday, August 13, 2011


The amount of hits on my blog in the past month, July 15 to today.

United States
United Kingdom

India?  Whatever.

Thinking About Life

There's an awful lot of strife in the world today.  Political.  Economy.  Rioting.  Just a lot of bullshit that could work together to become an oppressive weight on a man's shoulders, eventually pushing him down to the ground and crushing him.  Like a bug.  A smashed worn down bug.

Good thing us trackers have bitches like this to blow our wads upon!

Have a BAD DAY bitches!

Friday, August 12, 2011


I started stalking the cutest of girls recently, and finally got an opportunity to get real close to her last night.  Oh yeah, I'm talking about Supergirl.  Sure, I know the inherent dangers in tracking the Girl of Steel, but I was willing to accept those risks.  I'd even heard that when clicked, her skirt would inject a dose of kryptonite into her bloodstream, weakening her long enough for anyone to have their way with her.

I was doing some recon, surveying the scene to ensure I could make the snatch and grab with minimal risk to myself.  You people know how cautious I am.

Just as I was about to make my move, "it" happened.

Gas grenade!  What the blueberry fuckmuffin is this shit?  I quickly check my supply to make sure none had gone off on their own.

It didn't take me long to figure out that the gas did not come from me.  Nonethless I was about to step forward and claim her figuring I had been the recipient of a lucky break, and then "he" appeared.

Is anyone else starting to get tired of this guy?  I know I am.  Captain Cockblocker.  In either event I found I couldn't pull my eyes away, so I kept working the camera.

The Captain quickly took Supergirl behind the Waffle house.  Yeah, Captain of romance he is.  My eye rolling quickly ceased however when I saw the Captain making quick work of Supergirl's skirt.  I'm happy to say that later I secured this skirt and added it to my private collection of "memorabilia".  Hey!  Don't judge me.  Who else has an indestructible cumrag?

I panicked a bit after her top came flying off and the Captain led her inside the Waffle House.  What the hell was he going to do?  Feed her breakfast?

I quickly set up my remote controlled camera and sent it inside to see what the Captain was up to with this lovely prey.  Apparently he had dispatched the wait staff, as well as any customers.  To be fair, is it ever difficult to get rid of the customers inside a Waffle House?

My remote camera arrived just in time to catch the Captain as he finished stripping Supergirl's clothes from her very sexy body.

From there, it was elementary.

A thorough inspection of Supergirl's oral talents followed by a brisk hard fucking.  You have to love the Captain's consistency.

Once he was finished, Supergirl was left to fend for herself right there on the counter of Waffle House.  My how the mighty have fallen.  I'm guessing that is not maple syrup on the counter.

Now that's a super BAD DAY.  Superbitch.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Dear Trick

So I got a letter yesterday that caught my eye.  I do from time to time get inquiries from other trackers about certain aspects of my day as well as any tips regarding the tracking of innocent women.

As with most letters, this one started out, "Dear Trick".  I assume it started this way since my name is Trick and obviously the writer wanted to be civil.  Dear Trick, I was at a camp with several other friends when this very beautiful and older woman caught my eye.  Sounds like some shit out of Penthouse, don't it?  I swear, I can't make this stuff up, this is how the letter came in.  As the lovely cougar was walking to the beach area, I detected that she was masking a bad day belt under her terry cloth robe which was hanging wide open, revealing a very cute micro bikini.  Remembering all of the tracker tips you have posted in the past and from having attended your summer lecture series, I immediately opened a can of gas and tossed it into her vicinity.  Yes, I really do offer a summer lecture series on BDS and tracking women.  Much to my shock, the gas also incapacitated another sexy and unchaperoned lady lounging nearby.  Okay, most of the trackers following my blog don't use nice words like "incapacitated", but my editor really didn't like "another bitch got knocked the fuck out!"  Editors.  What can you do?  So my question is, what does a tracker do when he has TWO prey available?  Sincerely, Konfused in Kansas.

In order to get a grasp on this young man's problem, I naturally had to imitate his situation.  So recently I came across two young women standing well within ten meters of each other in front of a very popular market area.  I truly believe they both imagined they were safe because of their closeness to one another.  This myth was quickly shot down.

Dear Konfused.  You fuck them.  Sincerely, Trick.

Editor's note - Have a BAD DAY bitch.