Merry Christmas Everyone!

And a special thank you to a girl who makes every blog entry involving her EVEN more fun.  You know who you are.

Christmas Poem?

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land, not a creature was stirring, except for this handsome man.

So he struggled and fought with his holiday boredom, how, oh how to improve the land's whoredom?

The girls are all too nice, they want goodies on Christmas morn, but then his elf said, "I know one girl who's into porn."

"This I shall need to check, and see for my self.  This girl best put out, or I'll need a new elf."

So check on her he did, and he was impressed, her only shortcoming was the fact she was overdressed.

At first glance he thought, "Such a sweet looking girl could do no wrong."  Then he hiked up her skirt, and saw her slutty thong.

Not one to waste time, he pulled the rest of her clothes from her back, then tied her slutty ass up, and tossed her into his sack.

Once out of the bag, the girl did protest.  "But I'm a good girl, I shouldn't be undressed!"

"Ha!  I call shenanigans!" As he pulled her to the floor.  "Look how easily you ride my cock, you holiday whore!"

"Now hush your weak protests girl, they won't do the trick."  "Be a naughty little slut, and suck Santa's dick."

The girl soon gave in to Santa's sweet charm, "I'll just sit on his lap, what could be the harm?"

"Santa you're so right, being a bad girl I do miss."  "Please on please, put me back on the naughty girl list?"

"Don't you fret girl, don't worry or act coy."  "Deep down I can tell, you're just a fucktoy."

So she heard him exclaim, as his cock did twitch, "You're on every tracker's naughty girl list, now have a BAD DAY bitch!"

**Editor's Note**  No reindeer were harmed in the production of this blog entry.

Slow Night

It was a slow night, even by tracker standards.  What can one do on such a slow night?

Why, swing by Sassy's and get your complimentary BettyBoop blowjob.  What else?

Boop-boop-e-doop!

911

So I get an emergency call from Rivan on my Trickphone.  Its like a Batphone, but waaaaay cooler.  It seems he had gotten offline reports of a bad element hanging around at the store and wanted me to swing by and sort of "take care of things", if you know what I mean.

I think I took care of the issue.

Have a BAD DAY!

**Author's Edit** - No actual Sassies were injured in the making of this blog entry.  The above was merely a test of the Sassy Test Skirt System.  If you dare to grab a real life Sassy, please consult your doctor or primary physician first, for C4 lined skirting may explode on contact.

Shake My Head Moment

So I was a member of a group, Women Who Voice with Men, or something other, at the request of a lady friend in Second Life that I sometimes talk to while in-world.

I was recently ejected from the group.  So I sent a message to the owner of the group, Eroticana Brucato, to ask why.  She replied that the group was dead and she was closing the group.  I just off the cuff commented, with a sly grin, "too bad, we never got to talk."

This was then met with a string of cursing telling me to leave her IM and to fuck off and all men ever wanted in the group was to talk to women.  She then ended this tirade with "mute".  For those readers that know my feelings on "mute", yes, I looked.  She is Gorean.

So I'm just sharing my shake my head moment with my readers.  Cursed at and muted, for implying that I would want to talk to a girl in Second Life.  Who was owner of not one, but several, "voice-themed" groups.

I think I'll label this post under Gorean dumbass.  Or is that an oxymoron?

My Treat

I was recently exploring a newly opened sim and decided to do a little "fishing" and managed to catch the limit within a fairly short time.  After having some fun with my haul and sharing a few of them with local regulars, I called it a day and headed home.  My partner was already home and had informed me that she had a surprise for me.

Imagine my delight at discovering that she had purchased a Bad Day Skirt.  Such a lovely girl I have for a partner.

I was so excited I pulled her up from her reading and begin stripping her newly purchased clothing from her shocked body.

You have to love when our prey, no matter who it is, start that pre-fuck squirm and squeal.

Stripped down, nipples at attention, partly from the cool air, and partly from my sharp slaps.  I almost hate to keep going from this point.  Notice I said "almost".

Of course I can have my partner drop and slobber all over my cock any time I want, but there's something about grabbing that skirt and forcing her to do it.

I can tell she appreciated the forcefulness as well.

Then a quick pounding to her cunt and some hot jizz pumped inside of her, and from here without saying a word I force ported her off to some unknown and dark place.

To my fellow trackers, she is all your's.  Enjoy the little fucktoy.

As for you my loving partner, have a Bad Day bitch!

My Position on P's

I've had a few people comment on my position on this topic, so I thought it best to clear the air and explain why I feel the way I do.

See the picture.  Good looking girl.  Obviously dressed in Sassy clothing and ready to get into trouble.  Now, if you know this girl, please no comments on her identity.  I'm not pointing anyone out or implying that by showing this girl's picture that she is the one sparking this post.  I just like taking pictures of pretty girls and this one happened to also have her belt set to P, or "permission required".

I was in close proximity to a similarly dressed girl recently, who also had her skirt set to P and she flirted, and got close, and even bumped into me a time or two, clearly in an attempt to incite me into grabbing her. The trouble is that I could see on the tracker that her skirt was set to P.

When I left the area, she railed on me in my IM that I was half a man for not having the balls to try and grab her skirt.

So, here's my thoughts.

To me, P is like a fetish.  I don't track girls into water sports.  I don't track girls into animals, unless of course the animal is named Trick.  I don't track girls who only like sex on Mondays (freaky bitches).  Likewise, I don't track P's.  I just don't like it.  The girl in question could have just as easily been trying to entice me into piss games, or bestiality.  She would have gotten the same reaction, the cold shoulder and a curt, yet polite, no thanks.

Trackers, for the most part, don't judge prey for their kinks and non-kinks.  Thankfully "most" of the prey don't judge us trackers for our's.

Just felt like a Thursday rant.  Also one of my kinks.  Fuck I'm turned on now.

Have a BAD DAY you fuckers!

The Return

As several of my readers know, I have a soft spot for pursuing, tracking, chasing, hunting, and of course fucking Dominas, or dominant women.  During the pursuit of this lovely passion, I have become friends with several of the Dominas within Second Life.

So it seemed only natural that I make a post about one's visit to kick off my comeback venture and the re-opening of this blog.

This lovely lady called me up claiming she needed to relinquish control for a bit and experience a loss of control, a loss of will, a loss of rights, and of course, the loss of say with regard to her body.  You know me, I'm willing to make that level of sacrifice.  It is for a friend after all, and what a lovely looking friend.

Soon after her arrival, I was able to coerce my friend into trying on her restraints, in this case leather cuffs, courtesy of Real Restraints.  Not my top preference for restraints, but I do love the ease of their menu and for this type of a scene, they worked just right.

Once all of my visitor's abilities were revoked, it was only a question of how much latex did I want her to continue wearing.  So we played a quick game of knife - latex.  Its sort of like rock, paper scissors, only knife always wins.

Winning!  Duh.

Once I had her down to her tight little thong, I proceeded to move her into the house.  "C'mon little bunny, hop along."

Once we moved to my sitting room and I had taken off my visitor's panties, we began discussing her fate and what I expected her to accomplish within the coming days.  While the word "days" was still registering on her typically in-control dominant brain, I pulled my cock out, to distract her.  It worked.

I'm not entirely sure because of the gag, but I think she said, "Oh, shiny!"

At this point I noticed her new tattoo.  She claims its a dagger entwined with a rose.  I insist its a T and an S.  You be the judge.

From there, I proceeded to do what I do best, give her a ride.

I do love how fiercely a dominant woman will fight her own orgasm.

There is nothing better than when they succumb, and show their O face.

After such an intense workout, I was more than happy to leave my visitor in a restful place for the night.  Maybe I'll play with her again tomorrow.  Maybe I'll keep her.  Maybe this blog is to be continued.  Maybe not.

Trick 2.0

I didn't even make it a month.  Actually, I'm surprised I made it this long.  I just missed you people WAY too much to stay away.

New.  Improved.  Meaner.  Nastier.  Everything you girls wanted in a tracker, and several things you don't want.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFtsWy7WqJo

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..

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.