Author: Rasberry-Beret

[M][F] Your basic clichéd story about bad bets, ungrateful sisters, star port casinos, tentacle porn, and karma [Fantasy].

I’m not a bad guy. But I like gambling and Death-Ball and I’ve made a few bad wagers at the Tentacle-Porn-We-Will-Skull#@*$-You-To-Death-If-You-Don’t-Pay-Your-Debts All-Night Star Port Casino over the years.

Don’t look at me like that! My last big wager was a sure thing. I would have completely paid off my gambling debts. It’s not like I planned to sell my twenty-three-year old sister to one-eyed, tentacle aliens. When you put up your little sister as collateral on a sure-thing, it’s not even like you’re wagering her. The chance of Yivo the Undefeated choking to death on a peanut in the final Death-Ball match wasn’t a blip on the probability charts.

Let’s be honest though, what’s done is done. A man must live up to his obligations or he’s not much of a man. Am I right? I’m right. So, the thing is, they’re coming for my sister and while I’m no longer going to owe my soul to the casinos (thanks sis), I’m as broke as a non-Leonardo DiCaprio Dead Rabbit in civil war era New York City.

By the way, if you didn’t get that last reference, don’t worry. Not everyone can keep up with me when I get rolling. Like I said, though, what’s done is done. Read more »

A Self-Bondage Vignette, Female [bd]

I was taking care of my family’s three acres that summer in between my third year of college and my fourth. I sat at the well-scuffed, stained roll top desk we had outside the tack room. It was filled with old papers and account statements. There was a bottle of aspirin in one cubbyhole and a packet of condoms. I smiled when I spotted two elongated magnets in a box that was otherwise filled with paper clips and writing pent and staples. The magnets were from back when my family owned a dairy.

The barn itself had once housed horses and it had a series of stalls, enough for eight horses total. Toward the back, there were bales of hay and a drop-down ladder that led to what we called the upper rafters where we stored whatever the fuck needed storing. Spinning my chair around, I looked down at the brown parcel box with the suit and shoes and other items in it. I had ordered them myself. Now, alone, I finally had time to explore the contents of the package. Read more »

First Session with the Couple’s Counselor [Fantasy, Discussion of BDSM Practices]

Tiffany, a petite elfin girl leaned forward, lavender eyes intent and golden hair flowing forward. Her pointed ears were almost invisible beneath the mass of hair. “He never brings anyone home from work,” she said in a high-pitched, silver bell of a voice. “He called me a freak and I don’t think he likes my breasts. The office was all dark panelling and dim lighting with a faint musky order emanating from the cave-like dark opening to another room.

The couple’s counsel the two had chosen was muscular and densely furred with debauched, red eyes and sharp teeth that emerged from his upper lip. He tried not to obviously leer at the beautiful former princess as he nodded in response to her statement. Then he looked over at his other client, Commander of the Dark Horde, Sourfang, Thigh-Snapper of the Blood Clan who currently leaned as far back as he could in the overstuff couch, which sank under his weight like a ten-year old mattress under the weight of two enthusiastic teenagers. His arms were crossed and his dark expression said he’d rather be anywhere but in this office. Read more »