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.

Hanging Around

I've taken a few nights off from skirt chasing to hang out and explore a little with my girls and whilst out and about we ran across a Former Domina hung out to dry so to speak.  She made such a pretty display, I had to snap a picture.

I can only guess at the circumstances leading up to her predicament, and I'm pretty sure it was not the result of a GOOD day.

The Greenhouse

I've been out of the game for a bit for real life reasons, but trying to get back into it.  I had a few pictures of a nice little greenhouse I located, the kind that is set up to allow rezzing and has no return, so I've been working on a storyline to use there.

In the meantime, Im also toying with storing certain samples of my work, albeit subject to some fine tuning, on Deviant Art.

A good friend of mine recently pointed out how to quickly make lighting changes to the pictures I take.  I've found one that really seems to make the avatars skin pop out while giving the background a more surreal quality than the standard second life settings.

Here is a sample from the greenhouse using Annyka's Soft Lavender Day setting.

I'm sure you'll agree this looks more like a BAD day than the default lighting.  You can almost feel the chill in the air, even as it fondles her nipples with its sharpness.

Wow, what a blowhard

As expected, my last post got a reply from the Gorean keeper of whatever the name of that piddly sim was that I discussed in yesterday's post.

First, let me thank you Korwyn.  This blog, which seemed to generate mild amusement from those playing with BDS at best, had a high count of 54 views in one day.  That was my record.  54.  And it was from my third or fourth post.  Yesterday, I had 342.  LOL!  No doubt half of which were probably you checking to see if I had replied to the two LONG comments you left me.  And I do mean LONG.  Christ, I fell asleep reading the second one.  You should patent that cure for insomnia.

But you are correct, I am not going to approve them for print.  Not because I fear your typo laden rant, but you say some pretty unsavory things about those close to me, as well as a follower of this forum.  I just don't see any reason to subject my friends to your venom.  Those that know you well see it enough I'm sure.

As for your continued insistence that I used and hurt Pandora, let me assure you, I have never hunted Pandora.  I wouldn't hunt Pandora.  In fact, I wouldn't know what her avatar looks like.  Why she is spreading lies that I used her in a bad way is anyone's guess and quite frankly, I don't give a shit.

But lets assume your version is correct.  Lets assume I did hunt her, and caught her, and used her.  Then lets pretend you're also right that I left her bound and dropped her off for another tracker to use.  Sounds like she had a BAD fucking day.  Whoever this man was that did do this to her, I applaud him.  He found a consumer of the bad day skirt, a consumer who KNOWINGLY bought the skirt and chose to wear it, and he gave her exactly what she hoped to get when she bought it.

But don't feel bad, you're hardly the first boy a woman has curled up next to and whispered "poor little me" in his ear.  You're hardly the last.

Now, if you do wish for me to post a comment in which you supply articulate and intelligent fodder to this discussion, ask your parents to invest in a spell check engine of some sort, and refrain from the curse laden tirade against those that not only are my friends, but really have no place in any beef you have with me.  Well, assuming you're capable of acting like a man.

Personally, it'd be no skin off my nose if I never heard your name again.  You're holding up the show, so to speak.  Schmuck.

Just for Laughs

So I noticed this morning while hunting that I am now banned from some place called Dark Alley.  I'm always curious when I piss someone off enough to get banned and since I'm a man, I sent a message to the sim owner making an inquiry.

This evening I received a rather heated reply, apparently questioning my audacity at even asking, advising that his sim is built on consent and since I track the skirt wearers and take them without their permission, he banned me. He also was jealous of my blog.  Well, that may have been the key, since 24 of his 30 line reply seemed to address this blog.

Not being a wallflower, I pointed out that the blog was pretty much free.  All one has to do is set up an email account and wowza, they too have a voice.

I then pointed out that since the wearer of the BDS products knowingly purchased said items with full knowledge of what they could do and then chose to wear them, wasn't this consent?  This of course got me a stern lesson in United States contractual law and the ethics of permissibility, all of which was incorrect, but I let it slide.

Then I was informed that I was muted.  Can we all agree that someone messaging you with "MUTED" is pretty much old school Gorean speak for "I've lost my balls and am unable to compete with your wit in simple dialogue and therefore am using this tactic so I no longer feel stupid"?  Oh, that's right.  This is my forum, so we can agree to that.

I will say that in closing, I was told to have a BAD day.  This really made my day.  Even in mute, he acknowledges that deep down he is following my blog.  At least well enough to know my sign off.  So, to you Korwyn, and the other dozen or so sim owners that you profess are banning trackers, I say have a BAD day as well.  After all, its TRAFFIC that drives a sim's success.  Schmuck.