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.

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.  http://trickortreatbitches.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-for-laughs.html

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.