Happy Trails

So I decided to take a break and get away from the rigors of tracking.  I found a delightful region of snow covered mountains and hiking trails and getting back to nature I went.

Suddenly, I walk through a clearing and find the cutest little cabin.  I was just standing there taking in the scenery and the backdrop when the door to the cabin opened and this lovely lady stepped onto its porch.  I did a double take of course.  Is that a..can it be..a BDS skirt?  Its as if the BDS gods are talking to me.

This sweet lovely lass then invited up onto her porch to chat, although sadly she didn't know a word of English.  Thank God for well scripted and non-spammy translators.  The only issue at this point was do I continue on my journey and pass up this opportunity to grab another skirt?

Well, I think we all know the answer to that question.

In my defense I did want to inspect the cabin's interior.  I'm such a patsy for good quality construction.  Not that my new friend really gave me much opportunity to appreciate the craftsmanship.

The bedroom was as equally well constructed.

Again, not that I was able to appreciate it much as my new playmate had other designs.  Do remember that the camera adds ten pounds.  Or is it inches?

I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't return the favor of genital arousal.

Just for the record, I can report that "MMMMMMMMMMMM!" in French means pretty much the same thing as "MMMMMMMMMMMM!" in English.

I will say, nothing helps the mind unwind like a good healthy stroll in the woods.

You can see all kinds of wonderful sights.

Enjoy many heart racing activities.

But most importantly, you can get rid of any built up pressure.

I believe the French say it as; "Avoir une chienne mauvaise journee!"

Here Cums The Bride

WARNING - SENTIMENT AHEAD - and of course some nudity.

Three years.  That's how long I existed in Second Life without finding that one special thing.  That thing that so many others seem to find easily.  Love.  Oh sure, I thought I'd found it many times, but it always seemed to slip from my grasp at the last moment.  Then came Jennifer.  Never before have I chatted to someone, interacted with someone, existed with someone, in which we both connected on so many levels.  Its hard to believe that my fateful decision to buy a BDS tracker led me to such bliss.

Its amazing to me how well Jen and I read each other.  I can start a sentence and with very little effort, she can not only complete it, but make it hotter.  Those that talk to me in the game know that Jen and I have been engaged since early December.  We had originally planned on a February wedding and partnering.  Yesterday we decided neither of us could wait any longer.

Jen spent most of the day putting together an "impromptu" wedding setting.  I quote impromptu because quite frankly I was blown away by the work she did.  She'll tell you she had help from some very special friends, and she did, but still, my wife is pretty damn amazing.  I have to wonder what she could have thrown up if she had a week.  The Taj Mahal?  Fortunately for me, I just had to find a tux and show up.

Here's the groom, herded toward the front of the ampitheatre by the bride's friend so that he is not tempted to cam into the bridal tent and get an early look at his bride.  Its scary how well my wife's BFF knows me.  Does the groom have jitters?  What  goes through a groom's mind to help him quell those pre-wedding jitters?  Is it the memorization of that eventful first ballroom dance he'll soon take and most likely never use again?  Is it worry over where the finances for the wedding are going to come from?  Or is it something else?  Perhaps thinking ahead to his wedding night?

Whoa!  Focus boy!  Where'd that thought come from?  We have to stay on course, a lot of stuff is about to occur and we gotta stay sharp!

Luckily, my girl Teri is one the scene to help me concentrate on my vows, where to stand, the important things.  Say Teri, that's a nice looking dress.  How does my bride's dress look? Is it pretty?  Yeah?  Nice smooth material you say?  You know what else is smooth?

Cut it out!  Where are these thoughts coming from???  Gotta stay on track!

Finally!  My bride is here, time to exchange vows, rings, and our eternal love.  Wow, she is beautiful!  I am blessed to be marrying the most beautiful woman in all of Second Life.  I can't wait until this is over and I can..

Okay, I have to figure out something to keep my thoughts from drifting.  This is getting out of hand.  Maybe my therapist was right that I've spent too much time as a tracker.

Of course I take her to be my wife.  Look at her.  What a lovely vision she is, so full of love, style, charm, grace, my cock..

I know I just did not think that while getting married!  Man, I may need to take her on the way to the reception just to numb the edge.  I think I'll definitely blame this all on BDS, that seems to be the easiest thing to do.

Well, not as easy as kissing my new bride.  Mrs. Trick Sinister.  Has quite a ring to it.  I wonder what her first act as my wife will be?  I think I might have a few ideas.

Okay, I let that one in on purpose.  Its not that I'm thinking of my wife on her knees with her mouth on my cock the day of our wedding.  I think of my wife doing that ALL the time.

Now that we're married, the bride aint the only thing cumming.

Both of us wish all of you, a very BAD DAY.  May at least some of you people be lucky enough to find happiness on the scale that we have.

Will there Be Anything Else?

You have no idea how hard it is to rape someone in a store when the store's automated service bot is asking you customer service questions.  I almost pissed myself when she asked if I'd like to watch the video on resizing my purchase.

Sweet Revenge

My loyal readers will recall a huge misunderstanding back in October of last year with a girl named Kitty, or more specifically, Kitty's Mistress in which my character took a severe beating.

Low and behold, Kitty's Mistress recently joined the world of Bad Skirt prey.  Once my eyes got over the shock of seeing her on my Tracker, I dropped in at a safe distance.

Never one to pass up an opportunity for a good hard session of revenge fucking, I quickly teleported to Kitty's Mistress and secured her in the safest manner I know.

I gagged her so quickly she barely had time to mutter "Oh crap!"  Imagine the rush I felt running my hands up and down her helpless body.  Of course, I whispered to her the entire time what I was soon going to do to her body.  Part of me thinks that rather than shake with fear, she shook with arousal.

I then transported our little Domina to a secure location I know, and I proceeded to force her to dance for me.  Dance she did!

I of course was in the process of tearing her clothing from her as she spun around the pole when she began plucking at her own clothing, literally ripping it from her body as she eagerly changed dances and showed me several varieties of pole twirling.

It wasn't long before I began picturing another style of pole twirling, so I assisted Kitty's Mistress off of the dance pole.  She seemed very eager for this as well as she quickly bent over and began to beg me to take her.  Apparently the possibility of a good hard revenge session had been eating at her desire for some time.

So take her I did, over and over.

After several draining brushes with the fringe of her arousal peak, I let Kitty's Mistress have a taste of just how sweet revenge can taste.

She won't admit it, but I'm fairly certain she had a BAD DAY.

*Author's Note* - Just a quick disclaimer, Bad Day skirts are sold and used on the premise of permissibility and consent. Obviously I could never really force revenge onto someone with hostility in my intent as Kitty's Mistress could have simply blacklisted me from the product.  No Domina were hurt, too bad, in the making of this blog.  Special credit goes to Kitty's Mistress for her sense of play and adventure while participating in this posting.

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"

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!

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.